#because tumblr on my laptop decided to fail

[kaiso-woo]

A Fan of the Fiction

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-> Masterlist

BONUS #3 - This has connections to ‘Stay Series’! Let’s just say… ‘I don’t want to go to sleep now, I’ll be making a masterpiece now”… by which I mean the creation of Bahng Alexander Korain.

!Minors - istg, do not interact. Go away!

WC: 2.3k

Synopsis: Uh. You read smth unholy for the first time in a while, and holy guacamole you can actually fulfil this fic because your husband is legit Chris? Haha…

Notes: SMUT, Thigh Grinding, Multiple Orgasms, p in v - dear lord (don’t be an idiot, wrap it ffs), breeding (with results obviously T-T), Choking, Bulge… kink?, Degradation…? Dom-Sub-Switch-Who-What-When-Where-Why, Oral (F Receiving), Traffic Light System, Fluff?, Second Person Narration, Swearing, Idol!Chan, Fem!Reader

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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BONUS #3

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

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You drop your phone down onto your chest, breathing heavily, your mind whizzing with sin. Tentatively, you sneak a hand into your pants and tap at your underwear, retracting it immediately with a groan when you realise how soaked you are.

You shouldn’t have read that fic. You shouldn’t have at all. All it did was place dirty thoughts in your mind because, you realise, you could recreate that scene right here, right now.

Chris is currently sitting on your bed in another room, working away on a song. You had just finished cleaning up the kitchen after he cooked dinner, and upon seeing him busy at work, decided to lie down on the couch and give him some peace.

Somehow, you had wandered onto Tumblr for the first time in years and you had forgotten just how atrocious your feed was. With a nervous bite of your lip, and a check to make sure that Chris was still in your room, you thread your hands back below your waistband and rub a slow line up your folds.

“Fuck,” you whisper, as you pulse around nothing, “Shit okay, am I doing this? Am I going to?” You say this even as you get off the couch and wander over to your room, where the only things illuminating the place is Chris’ computer, reflected eerily onto his face, and his bedside lamp.

“Chris…?” You squeak, words beginning to fail you already, “How busy are you honey?”

Chris looks up and rubs his eyes, peering at your cowering figure over by the door. “Relatively busy, why? You okay? Need me to do something?”

You swallow nervously and walk over, suffering even further at the sight of his dark eyes watching your every move. “No… no it’s okay, you just… stay there,” you breathe, hesitantly stripping yourself of your shorts and crawling onto the bed. “Yeobo…?” Chris asks, his voice dry.

“You can keep working babe, do you mind if I just… ride your thigh? Please?” You beg staring at him with wide eyes. Chris inhales sharply and his eyes flicker away from you. He blinks, in a daze, at his computer screen, and when he doesn’t reply you prompt him again. “Please baby? I need-”

He interrupts with a breathy “Yeah, yeah of course”, and shifts his computer to rest on one knee. Relief washes over you, and you crawl onto his lap, immediately beginning to grind into his thigh.

Chris breathes deeply and returns to his laptop, clicking here and there and apparently refocusing on his work. A sultry groan leaves your mouth as you slow the pace, but make your grinds longer, and Chris curses under his breath.

“I want more…” you moan and remove yourself from him to take off your underwear, “Keep working baby, please don’t let me distract you.”

Immediately, the friction of Chris’ jeans on your clit makes you whimper, and your pace quickens, your juices beginning to drench the fabric.

Chris’ thigh flexes underneath you, and you gasp at the action, your mind half wondering whether he’s doing it involuntarily or not, but too far gone already to properly consider it.

“Shit baby, how am I supposed to-” Chris chokes out, and you look down at him for the first time in a while. He’s not looking at his computer anymore but is fixating on your pussy grinding desperately on his thigh.

“How's it feel baby?” He whispers, glancing at you through his eyelashes. You whimper and grab his shoulders, his computer sliding off his knee sadly. Chris’ hands sneak around your waist, and as he helps to guide you and the slightly new angle works its wonders, you feel that knot beginning to pool tightly.

“Chris-” you groan, mouth hanging open in pleasure. “You like it, huh? Look how easy it is for you to get off on my thigh, baby. Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”

Chris has purposefully slowed your movements, returning you back to the long hard grazes, and his irises have blown out with desire. “Baby, Christopher, harder- please I need more-” you choke out, nails digging into his shoulders, and Chris’ head falls back in pure bliss.

“Jesus fuck. Are you gonna cum for me sweetheart? Cum all over my thigh?” You nod eagerly and he tilts his head questioningly, hands squeezing your hips sharply. “Words baby. I need to hear you. Speak for me.”

“Yes Chris… yes I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum, I’ll cum for you baby.” “Fff-huck,” he moans, pushing you down harder and flexing his thigh at random intervals. You lean down to kiss him, tongues immediately swirling, your pants mixing with his deepening breaths.

“Shit I’m gonna-” “Come on baby. Come on. Ruin your pussy on my favourite jeans, hm?” “Chris- Chris Chri-”

You convulse on his leg and your forehead crashes into his shoulder as your orgasm washes through you, cum leaking out everywhere and thoroughly soaking his jeans. “God you’re so good for me.” Chris gently pushes you off him and stares in awe at the stain you’ve left, but his attention returns to you soon enough.

“You can handle more right?” He asks, sitting up on his knees so he can hastily remove his soaked jeans. You laugh and shift over to help him, smiling at his hasty actions and flushed face.

“Of course I can. Who do you think I am?” “Mine,” he grins back, and at his words you push him back into a seated position, much to his surprise.

“Sure honey, but you’re also mine.” Steadily, you sink down onto him, eyes rolling to the back of your head at how quickly he fills you. “Sh-shit. How’re you still so-” he stutters, hands flying to your waist again, “You’re still so fucking ti-ight.”

You groan and grind down onto him, and he hisses at the action. “Come on darling, don’t play. You either ride me, or I’ll fuck you into the bed.”

You take a shuddering breath and start the agonising journey towards heaven, or maybe it’s hell, watching in satisfaction as Chris unravels beneath you, his hips thrusting up to meet yours erratically, chest rising and falling unevenly.

“Just like that baby- god you’re al-always so tight for me. So perfect,” he groans, and you clench around him at his words, a string of profanities escaping his mouth.

“Shit. Love if you keep doing that I’m not going to- I'm not going to last long,” he groans. You lean down and tenderly brush the hair off his sweaty forehead so you can plant a kiss there, still unrelenting with your pace. “It’s okay baby, come undone for me. I never said you had to last long.”

His head falls back and smacks against the headboard, but the impact apparently doesn’t bother him. “No- I need to- yeobo, I need to pull-” “It’s okay, I want it in me.”

Chris’ hips stutter to a slow stop, and you whine, trying to continue, but his hands tighten around your waist, preventing you from doing anything.

“You what?” He breathes, staring with wide eyes. “Fill me up. Please,” you beg, and his eyes cloud over.

“You want that huh? You want me to spill my seed in you? Soak your walls white? Does my baby want that? Does she want a fucking kid?” He growls, thrusting up into you harder, and you mewl at his sudden ferocity.

Eagerly, you try to reposition yourself so you can help him, and in a daze grapple at whatever you can to ground yourself. Your hand tightens around his throat so you can hoist yourself up better and Chris splutters as his cock twitches inside you, his hand flying to your wrist in a panic.

“Well fuck that’s new,” he rasps, after you remove your hand swiftly, scared. “Sorry- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“I said that’s new baby, not that I didn’t like it,” he glares, and with a gentle assertion and raised eyebrows, he drags your hand back to curl around his throat, cock twitching again as you squeeze a little tighter.

“I didn’t know you-” you begin, as he picks up his pace again, matching with you.

“Yeah? Well neither did I-” he chokes out, knuckles white on your wrist, holding your hand in place, “Shit. Fuck. Ah you bastard. That’s my girl- shit cum with me baby,” he cries in between gasps for air, and the sight of him struggling to breathe thanks to you causes that building heat to snap.

You collapse forward and bite desperately at his shoulder, trying to instinctively muffle your ludicrous sounds of pleasure. You can feel Chris ejaculating thoroughly into you, his warm semen flooding your insides while you milk him through his high, your own juices coating him.

When you pull away, you rub at his shoulder where you bit him apologetically, thumb carefully stroking his neck too to make sure he’s okay, but his eyes are wild, and it’s only after you refocus on yourself do you realise that he’s still hard, nestled safely inside of you.

“Oh wow… no way…” you chuckle in amazement, as Chris pins you down onto the bed a little haphazardly.

“Don’t you ever- fucking silence yourself,” he growls, thrusting roughly into you. You gasp at the overstimulation, walls clenching despite your writhing. You absolutely know everything is a mess down there, his cum mixing with yours down your legs and his.

“Now unless your colour changes, I’m going to fuck you until I make you scream. I’ll fuck you into the next week, you won’t be able to walk for days you fucking slut. What’s your colour?” He demands, thrusting harshly into you again.

“Green- it’s-” your voice dies in your throat as Chris slams into you, again and again, the tip of his cock finding its way back to all those places that make your insides feel gooey. You’re trembling underneath him, and when he pushes your legs up for better access, a drawn-out whimper escapes you.

“You want more of my cum in you sweetheart?” He whispers harshly, and you mumble incoherently in agreement, “Oh… you don’t know what you’re getting into. ” “I do. I do-”

Chris places hot kisses all down your leg, his adoring actions contradicting his relentless abuse of your cunt, his foul mouth.

“Do you really? Because I’m going to breed you baby. I’m going to pump you so full that you’ll be pregnant by the fucking end of this.” You whimper and grip desperately at the sheets in response, and Chris pays it every bit of attention.

“You want that, huh? Want me to fuck you with my fingers as well? Make sure it stays in? Look at yourself, darling. Look at your stomach,” he commands, and with a gulp you look down to see his bulge disappearing in and out of your gut.

“Shit- Chris- you’re so- you’re so deep fuck- I’m gonna-” “I didn’t say you could,” he growls, nipping slightly at your skin. “Chris- but I- please.” “Beg harder,” he demands and you break.

“You’re a fucking shit,” you snap. “Only for you~” he coos, and it’s this that reminds you that he’s still the teasing Chris, still the same sweet man who wanted to learn how to make coffee with you all those years ago.

This version of Chris disappears in seconds though, his deepened voice returning, “I’m a shit because someone’s a brat,” he spits, reaching between your legs to grab your hand and place it on your stomach so you can feel how far his cock is plunging inside of you. This immediately destroys any remaining sense of self-preservation and dignity, and you resort to begging and pleading for your life, the effort of restraining your orgasm getting to your head.

“Okay slut. Cum for me,” he orders breathily, panting sporadically, his shirt soaked through with sweat. You groan in pleasure and finally allow yourself release, twitching and gasping underneath him. Your high makes you press down on your stomach unknowingly, and Chris’ breath hitches at the increased sudden pressure.

“I said- I said cum for me. Not make me cum,” he chokes out, his second orgasm of the night crashing into him unwillingly, his voice dying into an almost silent whimper.

He curses his way through it, rutting shallowly into you a few more times before he completely stills, his hands squeezing your thighs, needlessly babbling dirty words of affirmation and praise. "Amazing baby... so good f'me... so warm... fuck stop clenching- god you're fucking beautiful, my beautiful... absolutely perfect."

He releases your legs and they flop back around him, sore. Chris crawls up your body, trying to control his breathing, and rests himself gently onto you, peppering your neck lovingly with kisses and soothingly caressing your thighs.

“You okay honey?” he asks, eyes wide with worry at your silence. You smile at him and wrap your hands around his neck for a passionate kiss, mind blank at the feeling of him buried comfortingly inside you still.

“What happened to fucking me with your fingers afterwards?” You hum, knotting your hand into his sweaty hair. “No way are you still up for that. Your colour hasn’t-” “It’s green, love. I’m okay. I’ve only orgasmed three times.” “Only three. Jesus Christ only three?”

“Your colour, Chris?” You ask, kissing him on the nose. He pauses, a little shocked at being asked the question. “I’m- what- I mean- that system was meant for you-” “What’s your colour baby? Just answer the question.”

“Green,” he eventually mumbles, slipping out of you and sliding back down your body to replace his dick with his mouth and fingers.

After about a minute of you squirming and moaning loudly for him, he stops, looking at you with concern. “Yeobo, are you sure about this? You know how bad I am with self-restraint when I’m eating you,” he asks, licking his lips nervously.

“Then I’ll be just as bad when you’re buried in my throat too,” you grin, spreading your legs wider for him. “Shit," he pauses, "I’m not going to need to go to the gym tomorrow, am I?” He groans, returning back to your folds and attacking your clit with renewed gusto, his tongue lapping eagerly, three fingers already pumping into you.

“What do you mean? You can still go-oHHhh!” Chris hums in acknowledgement (and you die just a bit) and extricates himself from you long enough to say, “This is a workout in itself,” before returning to his task at hand.

And this night, my friends, is the night that Bahng Alexander Korain was brought into this world.

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-> Bonus #4 -> Masterlist

A/N: If you don’t mf know who Alex is then you should be going back and reading the series smh. That’s why this is called a BONUS because if you read this after reading the series it is 10x better, trust.

Until next read! -Kaisowoo

[4channerguy]

let loose / kunidazai

hayyyy so im just gonna repost this from my ao3 because ive been lacking in tumblr posts lol!! i hope you enjoy :3 xoxo (。・∀・)ノ i used this prompt when writing this: person B tossing snowballs at person A's window, not knowing the window is open and has no screen. also this is probably ooc but idgaf! and also kind of cringe but i also dgaf!

wc: 1057

warnings ✎ : boyfaliures (´･ω･`)  ➜ ┊ pairings: dazai x kunikida

𓂃 ☆ ⋮ doppo kunikida thinks of himself as a precise and sharp man.

he gets a full seven hours of sleep with no distractions, eating a full breakfast precisely at 6 AM, and then meditating. today was his free day off, and all he could think about was doing work. he’d offered fukuzawa to do more paperwork, to discard the load that was on the old man’s shoulders, but he at first declined saying, “you shouldn’t do too much. this day is possibly your only day off.” kunikida only shook his head, pulling his notebook and pointing at it. “i must follow my ideals, sir,” he said firmly. “i must retain the quota of doing seventy-two pages of work.” fukuzawa stared at him for a moment before sighing slightly. He opened his drawer to obtain a tuna can from his secret-stray-cat-stash (SSCS), because it was his free day too. The man didn’t even bother to protest against the golden-blond, and only wished him luck in his assignments.

now at his apartment, kunikida was prepared. he had a neat stack of paperwork with his laptop and of course, his notebook. he adjusted his glasses while gazing out the window. it had snowed last night, with inches of thick snow covering the pathway. since his desk faced the window, decided to open it to at least have some cool breeze in while he worked. it would give me some form of productivity, he thought while also fully opening the window screen as well. He sighed contently, opening his laptop and started typing.

unbeknownst to him, a troublemaker was walking by.

osamu dazai, who just had a typical failed suicide attempt, was mopeing around like a teenager on a winter break, tossing his empty can of tomato juice around his hands. he was thinking about what he wanted for dinner. canned crab probably. with cheap beer. ten cans of beer, maybe. he whistled to himself and then stopped.

he saw kunikida. But, alas, kunikida did not see him. dazai felt his heart skip slightly, seeing him with a furrowed brow working diligently. His glasses were perched on top of his head, which made dazai slightly swoon-

nah. dazai thought. maybe my body is just wired to tease and bother the shit out of him. typical dazai-centric thoughts. dazai crept up towards kunikida’s apartment and started to slowly form a snowball (with his bare hands of course, because he hoped to also catch hypothermia). “KUNIIIIIKIDAAAAAAA!” dazai yelled, which caused kunikida to snap up his head to see the perpetrator. unfortunately, the snowball hit him.

square in the face.

the snowball slowly dripped from his face and onto his desk. dazai only grinned.

“...”

“...surprise?”

kunikida slowly got out of his chair, grabbed his coat, scarf and gloves, put on his snow boots and walked calmly outside where dazai was waiting with a cheshire-like smirk. he took and breath and screamed, “DAAAAAAZAAAAAAIIIII!” he started forming half-assed snowballs and started pelting dazai with him. dazai, on the other hand, was laughing maniacally like a person high on drugs, with a grin reaching his ears. the snow-covered ground became a battle-ground, the two engaging into a chaotic snowball fight. kunikida’s annoyance gradually turned into amusement as he threw, turning uncharacteristically carefree. the two laughed like children on a playground, the chunks of snow glistening, making it look like a hallmark christmas card. to a passerby’s eye, it looked like two grown assed men who were on drugs.

as the snowball fight continued, it got more competitive. kunikida had the sudden urge to outwit dazai, and started to become strategic, hiding behind various things and even building a snow fort. He began a pattern of throwing each snowball while dazai skillfully dodged his attacks and snapped back with his own. in the midst of the laughter, they found a shared joy of letting go of their burdens (well, mostly on kunikida’s part) and embracing the lightness of the moment. kunkida’s mind shifted away from his ideals, and dazai from his future suicide attempts. they just became two individuals enjoying each other’s company in the purest form of fun. Eventually, fatigue caught up to them, leaving their laughter to only breathless chuckles, with fog coming out of their mouth. they stood facing each other covered in snow with comfortable silence. dazai’s grin turned into a warm smile, brushing snow out of his hair. kunikida did the same with his coat.

“you know, kunikida,” dazai began, still trying to get a chunk of snow on his coat. “it’s good to let loose sometimes.” kunikida nodded, cleaning his glasses. “yes, I suppose you’re right,” he paused and cleared his throat, “for once.” dazai only laughed and went towards him, making kunikida hesitant and step back a little. he brushed more snow out of kunikida’s face which caused him to slightly flush. “you’re always being so uptight,” dazai said softly. “you should loosen up more.”

“...well, um, i-”

“also I have a confession to make,” dazai said seriously, which caused kunikida to twitch, making his ears turn red. “since you were (assuming) doing work, could you do…mine?”

“what.”

“okay here me out, so, um, i was busy having-”

“a one night stand,” kunikida interrupted. “or a suicide attempt. or drinking beer and zoning out.”

“...that’s not true! i was fooling around-, no, wait, um, i mean MENTORING, atsushi for his job with kyoka-”

kunikida turned around and started walking away. “H..Hey! Wait, PLEASE KUNIKIDAAA,” dazai went on his knees. “PLEASEEE, I PROMISE I’LL-”

kunikida sighed and stared back at him, his expression unreadable. “i’ll do it for you. but you have to do something, for once.” dazai beamed and dusted off the snow on his pants. “thanks, kunikida.”

awkward silence.

“...i’ll have to get going.” kunikida said, breaking the silence. “hm? oh, yeah.” dazai replied, sort of red-faced. probably the cold. kunikida guessed. “see you tomorrow! we should do this again,” dazai grinned. kunikida nodded.

they both go to their respective apartments, both smiling (kunikida’s almost barely noticeable). kunikida arrived back, taking off his shoes and closing his window for any further cautions. he was about to start his work, but he decided to take a small break, because after all, maybe the troublemaker, osamu dazai, was right.

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 06.09.23, do not repost or translate my content :^)

[clyches]

the girls you loved before ୨♡୧ the girls (+ y/n) !

masterlist — ୨♡୧ — piss 4 — ୨♡୧ — act 1; i.

IT was unusual, really — how could have they become so close when they all went to different high schools? well, it’s simple; it’s all-japan youth camp, baby!

IN contrast to her highschool best friend (or rather, annoying neighbor), kageyama tobio, l/n y/n wasn’t really the sportiest... nor had she possessed a passion for sports. but hey! you had to understand her — she wasn’t exactly a fan of physical activities, and sweat, ugh! not sweat, please — since tobio never really did.

ONCE she had heard that tobio had gotten chosen to train in that all-star youth japanese camp — or something, she wasn’t really good with titles, no matter how much her best friend talked about it — y/n, understandably, felt obliged to wait for tobio so they could go home together. besides, it was the only thing she could do, right? y/n barely watched any of tobio’s games because she winces everytime a ball hits something with force, mostly if the latter is any part of the human anatomy. now that she thinks about it, she sounds like a terrible friend.

FURTHERMORE, miya atsumu being annoying as he is, he definitely wouldn’t stop bothering tobio (mainly because how could mr. frowns-a-lot could have any friends?). while sakusa kiyoomi is being dragged into the lot despite feeling exasperated at the thought of having to go with more than 0 people everyday. and about hoshiumi kourai, his friend went home rather early (atsumu and him decided to practice setting and spiking). so by chance, everyone was there.

it was like destiny had pulled them together !

SO now, they’re stuck together, (by chance, not by choice as kiyoomi says) having to tolerate everyone’s different antics!

IN the present day, they’re finally all together in college after being incomplete for 2 years — which felt like an eternity for y/n.

WHILE everyone was seperated a little, almost everyone had developed new hobbies; atsumu loved skateboarding, kiyoomi mildly enjoyed art, while the other two remained the same (still volleyball, forever and always, i guess). it seemed that everybody had changed even a little, besides y/n, of course! she still loved romance, may it be conveyed in books, movies, or a series. (maybe she just really liked the vehemence delusion has given her)

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ sorta fun facts !

ATSUMU was the mastermind of the gc name.

TWITTER was generally y/n’s influence, hence why everyone has it. though, her account got suspended for inappropriate language on march (she only told atsumu to khs when he posted a meme pic of her?!) and only got back on twitter around september 15.

KIYOOMI refuses to follow atsumu on twitter.

KOURAI doesn’t like using his first name on the internet, that’s why his display name and username is his family name.

TOBIO misses karasuno, his header says it all.

THE “girls” love barging into y/n’s condo, their main reason being that they missed her. (but her empty refrigerator says otherwise :/)

the girls you loved before — a kenma social media au !

sypnosis. you, being the president of the hopeless romantic club (and possibly the only member) of tokyo university, you are an absolute dork for love & adore seeing it in the air. on the other end of the spectrum, kenma has completely given up in love, due to all his failed attempts, and just can’t believe that true love could even exist. when two absolute opposite dispositions suddenly collide, the universe just can't help to make a bittersweet mess!

notes. my tumblr is being bitchy & won’t let me upload pictures, i have to go to the website or on my laptop to get it done (translation: slow updates). hopefully, i can get the other profile chapter ready by later! anyway, i’m very excited and hyped so enjoy readinggg

taglist. OPEN ! — dm or send an ask to be added :D

୨♡୧ @empathum @zephestia @camicocom1a @pauleensstuff @eriiiyoon @princesskakashi @88ksk

[wildmelon]

it's wild how life happens. i started replaying a hacked version of the kim kardashian game in december 2021 to avoid the reality that i was failing 2 of my college classes. because of that, i googled 'a tale of crowns,' which is the name of the game of thrones ripoff the kk:h player character stars in. that's how i stumbled across one of my favorite things of all time: the interactive fiction called a tale of crowns. then i became obsessed with this choose-your-own-adventure format and barely slept the next three days while i played the sword of rhivenia and wayhaven and the soul stone war. i spent all spring obsessively playing every if i could find. then my desire to create atoc fanart reminded me that i'd been dying to learn to make cool sims edits but i forgot about it after going back to school. so then i started making my mcs in sims and slowly learning photoshop while i should've been in class for all of spring 2022. then i saved up in the summer and bought a new laptop that could run gshade and handle games and editing much better. then i wanted to have a simblr presence so badly and started posting and spending time on tumblr. then i decided to branch out and play dragon age because of an offhand comment the author of wayhaven made answering a tumblr ask. because of that i fell in love with rpgs and played the whole da series, mass effect, skyrim, and bought bg3. then i got into critical role bc of simblr, and at first i didn't think dnd was for me but i liked watching it. then bg3 came out and became my obsession and i realized maybe dnd was for me. and now here i am looking up ttrpg events in my area and joining a beginner dnd discord server and all the things that are the most interesting and important to me rn i never would've gotten into if i hadn't done the worst thing i ever did.

[ghostboyjules]

It appears the last two (2)….times I’ve tried creating this post, tumblr thought I was too wordy, so I’m going to attempt to get in and get out before it eats itself again

this playlist (a Dream of the Endless™ character examination via my silly brain and sad ass music) took me entirely too long and I'm going to throw my laptop out of the window if I have to look at it any longer so pls pls take it and I hope that if you listen or even read the lyrics that you find something new, or hear something you like.

This absolutely would not have ever seen the light of tunglr.hell if not for the beautiful souls of the Sandman fandom, and a few of my new friends and mutuals. So special internet cookies and hugs to these inspirational, encouraging, and beyond talented individuals; @wordsinhaled , @weirdfishy , @wizardofgoodfortune , and @xx-vergil-xx - i love y'all dearly and I hope this is even HALF of what you would have expected, or a quarter of the amazing content y'all have bestowed upon my lil eyeballs. Now Onward! to words that personally injure me!

Florence + The Machine -Too Much Is Never Enough

And the crown, it weighs heavy 'Til it's banging on my eyelids Retreating in covers and closing the curtains One thing's for certain, oh A year like this passes so strangely Somewhere between sorrow and bliss

Oh, who decides from where up high? I couldn't say "I need more time" Oh, grant that I can stay the night Or one more day inside this life

~I first encountered this song in it's source material FFXV, and there it destroyed me. Now, wearing my dumb lil blorbo glasses yet again, it is back with vengeance..goth royalty sad wet cat flavored (gross), vengeance. "too much is never enough" .... oh sweeties...

VIRA - God Complex

God, I could try To be the one To be the one I'll tear down the sky What do you want? I'll do it all for life My love, my alibi Tonight, tonight I'll try to do it for you

I'm gonna be where you are Doesn't matter how far Because we are meant to be I'm gonna be what you need Darling, please worship me Unless you prefer to plead

~pretty sure this is the angriest sounding song on this thing? but it is fitting.. and desperate.. and wanting and... painful. when she grits out 'try' and 'sky' the way she does.. god the emotion. this just brought to mind Dream and falling for someone hard enough to the point of destructive devotion...

AJJ - Body Terror Song

It will betray you Be used against you Then it will fail on you, my dear But before that, you'll be a doormat For every vicious narcissist in the world Oh, how they'll screw you all up and over Then feed you silence for dessert

~ I love seeing people explore the idea of Dream just...not vibing with being fully corporeal. At least not in the way he is while in the Waking.. what a mood, and especially after the fishbowl...whew.

Philip Wesley - Lamentations of the Heart

[Instrumental~]

~I wanted to include a few instrumental tracks in here and this one felt apt because I used to fall asleep to this album all the time. Like it was one of the only ones I could fall asleep to with any certainty. The feeling and title for this one tho struck me with Dream specifically so I went with it. The rest of the album is so nice though, highly rec.

Iris Lune - Paper Mache

Save me from myself I've been in the dark too long Paper mache love Make me believe that I can change Make me believe that I'm not strange At all

~ this song!! it sounds so so ethereal and her voice is GORGEOUS but the lyrics!! have mercy the lyrics! big ole owwie! "save me from myself" , "make me believe that I can change, make me believe that I'm not strange" hhhh (also if y'all couldn't tell, this will be dreamling flavored, I think I'll tag them too jic but. yes...)

Penny and Sparrow - A Kind of Hunger

tremble, recognize the distance Go try and murder every preference I’ll keep hangin' ‘round for reference come care about me come care about me

changing, watching you with wonder you’re less and getting even younger dying is just a kind of hunger come care about Me come care about Me

~this is... such a heavy song. hadn't heard it before starting this playlist but found it and immediately had to add it.. just. come care about me. changing, watching you with wonder. Dying is just a kind of hunger. that line specifically. -lays on the floor for 3hrs-

Carly Rae Jepsen - Gimme Love

Gimmie love (Oh) It's the way we are together (Oh) Wanna feel like this forever, forever (Oh) It's the way we are together And I never thought I'd ever say forever

~originally was gonna be a joke song to lighten the mood but haha! nope! I mean it is lighthearted but it still absolutely, in my mind, fits Morpheus. beautiful babygirl of the endless...smooch

Jon Bellion - Stupid Deep (Acoustic)

What if who I hoped to be was always me? And the love I fought to feel was always free? What if all the things I've done Were just attempts at earning love? Yeah 'Cause the hole inside my heart is stupid deep, oh, stupid deep

~this song fucks me up! 😀 for real though, I highly suggest watching the acoustic performance of this that he has on youtube cause the vibe is so.. intimate and dreamy and gorgeous.. and the lyrics.. jon bellion, sir.. smh.. the ending..

Marika Hackman - Undone, Undress

They heard my heart for miles The air inside Was seeping out In silent shouts It crumpled in my chest

~this is definitely... a nightmarish..creeping kind of song, and the lyrics are, according to the Genius annotations, rather distressing but I don't really see them the same way. I can't really explain it but hopefully y'all will see what I mean. love this one specifically "Load me heavy, I can't bend. Break me better, so I won't mend" break me better.... hhhhhh

DBMK - Switchblade

Did you hear I coughed my heart out? It never fit me so I'm likely to drown My body yearns for something real now Suggesting kitchen counters, can openers, and close encounters to hold me down Ain’t no one's boyfriend, wow I'm busy up in my brain but they don't see anything, yeah

I open up too easily, look at me Single sided blade of insecurities, yeah I open up too easily, speak to me Cutting through my comfort like its misery, sad

~this. SONG. he just like me fr 😔 azdcafs nah, honestly idk if this is projecting, but to MEE I like to think about Dream being so ready for a partner, and he gives so so much of himself to them and loves so passionately but he also has just... so many issues. just ugh this song..

Blegh - His Hands

He feels handcrafted just for you But he's a little bit too far away and You can't, you can't His hands are on you And you know you'll be gone by the morning but you know he loves you And you know you like his strong hands, strong hands

You're too real for me You should go to something better I'll give you to someone better I have friends that'll be on earth for longer I have friends that won't feel like monsters

~another song that I was not prepared for before hand that ruined me so viciously, that I had to scream at multiple ppl about it, most of which were mentioned in this post, but Verg's reaction was very memorable because I believe she told me she was on public transportation and the way she phrased it had me rolling around on the floor. but yeah y'all just gotta hear this fuckin,... bear mace of a song (with your Dreamling Glasses™ on pls, as i believe it is meant to be asxacsgdcvc)

Agent Fresco - Wait for Me

I can’t see clear The rage of rivers roam every tear They all fall through vague and vast tunnels With hurts of hatred came blinding years Will they disappear?

I’m far away, treading a path I’ve made and it’s laid with stones of fallen love I need to feel and to make atonement before coming home

~-motions to song- I mean... c'mon... this alone? nah nah nah..I gotta lay down.

Talos - Endgame

I’m drawn across An empty space This dreamland now A tired waste O it’s the endgame

A blackout heart A seething truth There’s nothing in me Left for you We’re lies

~ Talos...Talos Talos Talos... y'all. if you don't know him, but like indie-ish electronic music with beautiful angelic Irishman vocals? pls... he makes me insane. He also just gives me Morpheus vibes in general, I'm not exactly sure why, but... I also think the cover art on his first two albums are very Morpheus energy, could just be me tho

Emma Ruth Rundle - Savage Saint

I held him, his whole life In my hands, in my heart

Don't be ever forgotten, Savage Saint Never draw blood in the garden, faint Don't be the name that's drawing shame and Never let your heart harden, little flame

~I knew I had to have Emma Ruth in here somewhere, but it took me a second to find the perfect song.. and I was torn between a few, but I saw this one and. Immediately my heart was out of my body. Thinking about Orpheus.. and Dream thinking about Orpheus.. draw blood in the garden,,, I held him his whole life.. in my hands in my heart.. little flame.. it seems I am upsetti spaghetti.

Sleeping at Last - Neptune

Stitch by stitch, I tear apart If brokenness is a form of art I must be a poster child prodigy Thread by thread, I come apart If brokenness is a work of art Surely this must be my masterpiece

I'm only honest when it rains If I time it right, the thunder breaks When I open my mouth I wanna tell you, but I don't know how I'm only honest when it rains An open book with a torn out page And my ink's run out I wanna love you, but I don't know how

~Sleeping at Last my beloved <3 ... if I could snort 'atlas pt 1 the album' I fuckin would. also there's a song on there for literally any blorbo. i could bet my life on that. somewhere on there! "if brokenness is a work of art, surely this must be my masterpiece" ah hah.. hahaha..

Sea Power - Want To Be Free

Now we're under the stars Smoking cigars On top of a motorcar Hanging out Like some kind of nebula We

Want to be free Want to be free It will last forever Eternally

~this one was more for vibes and because it's beautiful, but also if I think too hard about Morpheus and how he just wants to be normal and rest for a little while, then I will have to go eat a whole bag of chocolate chips and cry myself to sleep.

Clem Turner - Divine Loser

"Connect yet stay opaque," I cannot have it both ways Please do not tell the time I can't be trusted with the date

My god, you break the skin But may I be thy heaven? Will you take my sickness While I deprive you of your health?

~haha Divine Loser..defo Morpheus (jk. or am I) that second part I included.. I keep having to re-read those lyrics, cause.. my goodness. there's a part later that says "baby just let me bleed in peace" like... whoof. Clem Turner is the only person on here twice, mostly cause these two songs are just so phenomenal I had to and the lyrics... SHMACK.. and Clem's VOICE?? pardon me?

Clem Turner - Honeywell

Get it through your pretty head Take me with you instead Forget her, she's gone So, tell me, dear stranger What's got you distraught?

Mm, here I am to bring Psychosomatic freedom to your head May I be of service, newlywed? See me as a host to all your greatest dreams And then some change As long as your compassion stays the same

~"So tell me, Dear Stranger, what's got you so distraught?" Um..is that in a dreamling fic, cause... 👀 and then "see me as a host to all your greatest dreams and then some change, as long as your compassion stays the same." running in circles, sobbing, hopping out my window, running into the woods...etc

Mustapha Kamel - Can You Feel Me

[Instrumental~]

~ this song just makes me -lays face down in the carpet for 2+ hrs- and the cello is gahdamn gorgeous..

The New Basement Tapes - When I Get My Hands On You

When I come home to you Gonna take you down to the riverside When I come home to you Hold you in my arms all night

And now you know Everywhere on earth you go You're gonna have me as your man

~ Mushy Dream Rights!!! let this inconceivable being be a sap!! I love seeing him clingy and sweet and so so in love and just AAAHHH I could literally weep, I love this weird scrungly man.

Glass Animals - JDNT

I'm all armored up I've got my old helmet on Keeping out an eye Puffing all my feathers up One more little blow One more tap and I collapse

~heehee another nightmarish song. not only is this a fuckin BANGER, but Glass Animals has such a.. Sound. that's dreamlike most of the time, but sometimes can be so.. tense and creepy, and the lyrics can be violent and just downright odd. mostly from the zaba album, but regardless. I could talk about Dream + Glass Animals for hours, as proven with N (@wordsinhaled) because we have done exactly that, I think twice now lolololol (also I thought the line abt the helmet was.. hehe funny)

ABRA - Pride

Palms up, no crown You wanna mess around I wanna hold you down It's not okay I need you everyday

I lost all the pride That I thought I could keep Can you see me Say you feel me It's a big world But I fall at your feet Reach out and touch me

~ this was originally an entirely different song! but I switched it out last minute and I am v happy that I did because this song..this song fucks severely, but also it lets me put a facet of Dream on this playlist that I love seeing, which is the needy and seductive lil bastard that he can be. i think i could make a whole other playlist dedicated to that aspect tbh azcacdfavcg

Purity Ring - Asido

Oh, the madness in weakness Doubled o'er on the plate Fill an ocean with weaponry Hurricanes of our grace

Feel as lonely as I do, as I do Feel as lonely as I do, I do Feel as lonely as I do

~I wanted some Purity Ring on here because I know their genre is sometimes described as dream pop or witch house, and their lyricism has this... poetically visceral aspect to it sometimes that I adore while also being very ethereal. Love them. also tho, feel as lonely as I do?? of course it had to be in here.

Hozier - It Will Come Back

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you Oh, please, give me mercy no more That's a kindness you can't afford I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born You'll hear me howling outside your door

~ okay look, I know everybody and their mother who has made a playlist like this has put Mr. Andrew Hozier-Byrne on it, but like - come on.. look at those lyrics. He just Gets It™ and the music slaps ass! I have like, an actual Dreamling playlist in the works as well, which I'm sure will be... longer. but hopefully I'll have the foresight to work on it a bit at a time, and PERHAPS prepare a word document, since I cannot seem to help rambling at any chance I get 💀

Son Lux - Labor

I will break with you For your body to be freed and pleased Take the weight of you For your gravity to be erased

Come to life, my hungry arms are begging you But what more can you do?

Labor reveal before our eyes Into our ears Unfurl with light The stars around us disappear Just what is torn What comes alive inside of us

~ I wanted.. something big on here. I don't necessarily have a desired order for this to be played in, but this was the last one I added, if that tells you anything. The opening of this song is a little jarring, but the piano is so. beautiful. Son Lux has such a way of composing their music that just leaves me breathless and astounded at the feelings music can bring forward in me, and speaking in Dream terms, I feel like that would be the kind of song he really appreciates. I'm not gonna end this with rambling about the complexity of human emotion, because I don't believe tumblr could handle me doing that - operation-wise, i feel like it's abt to stab me as is- It's also not why I'm here lol. "I will break with you. For your body to be freed and pleased. Take the weight of you, for your gravity to be erased." the rest of that line literally mentions a phantom muse.. I think, viewing this in terms of Morpheus' marriage, and maybe even how he thinks about marriage as a concept is interesting. On Genius they mention that on a Son Lux insta story they talked about the first half of the song being about helping a friend die, and the second half about the birth of Ryan Lott's son. Looking at in that framing is also,,, WHEW.. okay this paragraph has been long enough lmao

WELL GEEZE.. looks like I've finally made it to the bottom without tumblr shitting itself again, so I'm gonna wrap this up before it gets the chance to. HAH.

If anyone has bothered to read this far; I cannot thank you enough nor can I tell you how much I appreciate you reading my inane mangling of the English language to be overly emo about music and a spindly nightmare of a man, but REGARDLESS. Thank you, I love you, and I would absolutely take a stab wound for you and make you cookies. 💕🖤💕🖤✨

[vote-loki]

Not to like “oh woe is me” post but I feel like I can vent on tumblr since it’s idk tumblr. But I was SO excited for my final semester of undergrad this summer and then almost immediately after I got here in August I began struggling very deeply in ways I have never struggled before. Like confused 24/7, missing assignments because I was too tired to even get out my phone let alone my laptop, forgetting everything including what I’m doing or where I’m supposed to be and even classroom locations on a campus I’ve been at for 4 and 1/2 years. Losing things constantly, randomly loosing grip strength and dropping things, horrible brain fog, waking up feeling like I’m shaking 24/7 but everyone telling me I’m not shaking anywhere when I ask, issues walking, dizziness, vertigo. I’ve been having such extreme fatigue I can’t even get out of bed to pee until it hurts because I’m just too tired. This has been happening since August. Which I assumed this was bad depressive episode so I had them double my antidepressants, and then nothing got better.

But then like two months ago I woke up with this pain in the left upper corner of my right eye. Just a spot the size of my fingertip. And it had me in so much pain I was throwing up. So I thought “I’m a big kid, I have migraines like this all the time.” and I took some of my medicine for that. But it didn’t go away. It lasted for a whole day. When it came back a few days later I decided maybe it was sinus pressure, so I took some allergy meds and some cold meds for a week while it was hurting off and on. But that didn’t work. And then it came back and I got a migraine over top of it. So it wasn’t that. And FINALLY last week it got so bad I couldn’t see out of my eye, the pain had been constant for about four days, and I was so dizzy I could barely walk. So my mom drove an hour out of state to pick me up and an hour back down to take me to the er, who promptly sent me to their on call opthamolagist who, after a serious of very very bright lights directly to my hella dilated pupils, told me my optical nerve is swollen and I need and mri.

Which is FUCKING STUPID that my optical nerve is causing me this much pain. But whatever.

Anyway the day after I went to the er and saw the eye doctor I had a follow-up with my primary care physician, and he said “oh yeah, they’re gonna want that mri urgently. We want to make sure you don’t have ms. Your symptoms are consistent and optical neuritis is often one of the first things ms patients experience before diagnosis.” like girl? If I have ms that chose to present itself by incapacitating me to the point I am failing my final semester of undergrad, and may not be able to fix it, I am going to lose my mind. It couldn’t have presented itself six months from now?????? There’s no confirmation it’s me yet until after my mri, but still. Whatever this is has me pissed tf off. Show up at a different time.

All that being said. Here’s a meme I made about it using a screenshot from one of my fave vines because I’m actually coping and not at all having a sort of hypochondria spiral and doing as much research on it as possible. That would be weird.

[importeduniverse]

2/3/24, 11:56PM

At 11:00PM I feel irrationally upset. The day has felt useless and everything I do doesn't feel exactly right, I've hopped from task to task all day. I feel frustrated enough to want to be drunk, to just make a choice. I bring a hard lemonade, a bottle of water, and a cup of orange soda mixed with vodka to my room. The plan is to drink the hard lemonade first, then the vodka mix, I'd given it ice to preserve itself.

I decide to search online for journaling sites. Not apps, a laptop is the middle ground between a physical journal (I write too slowly) and a phone (it feels too artificial). I need an out at the moment, and I have no one to talk to. I try to make a new account with an old email. I'm told to reset the password and I do. The account is very, very old. I follow three accounts, one of them someone very important to me. I unfollow two. I go through custom themes, clueless about how the site and HTML work, but I do my best. I wasn't the one who got into Tumblr when we were kids. She's still active on a new account, so just to be safe I block her on the one I was following.

I shoddily customize my theme and am finally enabled to write. I realize that I have hardly touched my first drink at all. I take a few good swigs and remember the google search result for "how long for alcohol to take affect". Half an hour, so I'll keep sipping until I can feel something and start my second drink.

My mood is spoiled in a different way now thinking about her. I feel my mind relaxing, alcohol truly cheers me up, but now she is a thought. The descriptions of both of our practically ancient accounts mention death jokingly. We were 14 and obsessed with it. Her new account has reblogged a "I didn't think I would've lived this long" meme, and I know that it's true because she used to tell me about her thoughts. We're 21 now. When I expressed guilt, my therapist told me that I saved her life. That she really wouldn't have made it this far if I hadn't done what I did. I don't feel like anyone's hero. I see the same therapist again this Wednesday at 2:00.

I finish my first drink before writing this sentence. I don't have a single person to talk to. I'll go cry over the same person I always do whenever I'm drunk, the first person I ever got drunk in front of. Who made me feel comfortable, who I can't talk to anymore. Every time, without fail, I wish I could go back in time for his company. I only ever drink alone.

[excaliefur]

How Anne got her Introduction

Hey y’all. I hope your good!

This idea came to me from a whim, I was listening to the Anne Boleyn introduction and it just came to me lol. I have a lot of angst coming so savour this strange fluff while you can.

Also a bit of context, at the time of this fic, they are working on the musical, it wasn’t fully written.

TW: I don’t think there’s anything, a bit of swearing maybe, let me know if I need to add something.

And sorry for the boring dares, I have no life and no friends to do stuff like this. Anyways, enjoy folks!

*THIS IS A REUPLOAD BECAUSE TUMBLR DECIDED TO HATE ME AND MY LAPTOP*

All the queens were working hard writing the musical, so naturally after a hard week, on the Friday evening, the only thing they wanted to do was get drunk and have fun. So thats what they did.

‘If i roll a 2, you have to call Starbucks and say you want a pizza.’ Catherine snickered, pointing at Jane. Jane looked affronted and nodded vigorously. ‘I’ll do it, I’ll do it, just watch.’ She said, offended.

‘Woah, calm down she hasn’t even rolled yet.’ Anna said, holding her back. Maybe everyone was a little drunk, scratch that, they were very drunk. First they played some harmless board games, then moved onto cards against humanity after Jane started to slur her words, and now they made up a game, just because they could. Anne had to stand on her head for a round, which she did, afterwards she proceeded to throw up and return to the game. Everyone was too drunk to say otherwise. Cathy had to chug 3 red-bulls, which was definitely not good, she was definitely gonna throw up soon. So maybe some of the dares were a bit extreme.

‘Awww man, I rolled a one.’ Catherine cried, she was a very emotional drunk. So if she felt sad normally, as a drunk she would be devastated. all her emotions were multiplied by a 100. Jane frowned. ‘I wanted Pizza!’ Anne yelled from her armchair. ‘Ok, moving on, Kat, its your turn!’ Cathy said, out of all of them, she was probably the most sober, which was saying something. She passed the die to Kat.

‘If I roll a six, Anna, you have to do push ups until it comes back to me!’ Kat shouted. Kat was a loud, horny drunk. Anna did not look like she was fit for push ups, but nodded nonetheless.

‘Seriously Kat?’ Anne groaned. ‘You’ve been focusing on Anna for the last four, or five, no it was two, turns.’ She continued, looking extremely confused as she tried to count on her fingers.

Kat shrugged, ‘I like seeing you do them Anna.’ she said, winking very clearly, everyone except Anna and Kat groaned. ‘Get a room!’ Jane said in disgust. Anna sighed and said ‘Fine, roll it then.’ Kat threw the dice across the room, right next to Catherine, who crept over and looked at it.

‘ahh, a five,’ She said, very sympathetically.

Anna smiled, glad she didn’t have to, but she looked over to Kat, who had a very exaggerated pout on her face. Anna hated seeing Kat upset, but was too drunk to notice that it was fake. ‘Don’t look so upset liebe, I’ll do it.’ She told her, before sighing and dropping down. Kat instantly looked happy and cheered ‘Yay!’. However, the others had noticed her fake expression.

‘Wow another manipulator huh?’ Catherine asked, cynically. That wasn’t really said well, and Anne slapped her hand. She looked up and noticed the not fake frown on Kats face, and the fear in her eyes. ‘Oh I didn’t mean it like that, I swear! I meant it like you and Anne are so alike!’ she rectified, Kat nodded and looked down. Catherine sighed, how could she have forgotten about Kat’s previous tormentors. ‘I’m sorry Kat.’ Kat nodded and gave a small grin, saying she accepted the apology. When everyone looked away however, Kat had a devilish grin on her face.

‘Lets move on then.’ Cathy sighed, she was getting bored. She caught the die from her god mother and passed it to Anne who slid onto the floor. Anne thought for a second, wondering what she wanted.

‘Ok, If I roll a 4 then Cathy you have to cuddle with me.’ Anne said impishly, Cathy groaned, Anne was such a hypocrite. A minute ago she was talking about lame dares and then she asked for this.

‘You could just ask for affection, you know?’ Cathy asked. She rolled her eyes and waited for a rebuttal.

‘Hush, let me roll.’ There it was. It was very late in the night and Cathy was starting to get energised from the red-bull. She stood up and started pacing. As she looked around from the room, she noticed that Anna was perspiring heavily, she felt sympathetic for her. Jane was curled up next to Catherine, looking tired.

‘A four!’ Anne cried out in joy. ‘Now get over here!’ she said with her arms open. Cathy rolled her eyes and climbed into Anne’s arms. She focused on listening to Annes heartbeat.

‘Anna, you can stop now, it was a stupid dare.’ Kat said, eyeing Anna nervously. Anna shook her head. ‘I never back down from a dare.’ she said between breaths.

‘It’s my turn right?’ Jane asked, before grabbing the die, and preparing to roll. Anna stopped doing push ups and grabbed a bottle of water. during her break she looked up. ‘Do something good this time!’ Anna huffed out, Anne nodded.

Jane looked upset, ‘Hey! Mine was good last time.’ Jane said.

‘Seriously? Knocking on the neighbours door and giving them a high five without speaking isn't that interesting.’  Anna sighed, then she dropped back to do more push ups

Kat grinned at Anna before speaking, ‘Ok, moving on, what do you suggest?’ she asked calmly, Jane pondered for a moment, and took a look around the room. Cathy was sweating badly, but neither Anne or Cathy seemed to notice. Anna was looking faint and seemed to struggle to stay balanced. Kat looked worried, but Anna was extremely stubborn. Jane, although drunk, still had her mother-senses dialed high. So she quickly thought, Anna was exhausted and needed to rest, while Cathy was energised and needed to let off steam before she overdosed.

‘If I roll a 1, Anna and Cathy have to switch dares.’ Jane said smugly, she was a genius. Anna looked relieved, Cathy looked confused but excited, she was so hyper it seemed animated. Kat looked relieved, Anne however pouted.

‘Ha! I rolled a one, both of you, move.’ Jane shouted, pointing at them. Anna stopped and collapsed onto the floor. Cathy and Kat moved to help her.

‘Can Cathy even do push ups?’ Anne asked, not meaning to sound mean, just Cathy was so short, and underweight. Nobody really expected her to be the second strongest queen.

‘Rude, I am very strong for your information.’ Cathy replied, while moving into plank position. Anne rolled her eyes. ‘Sure, twig arms, i dare you to do like 100- Woah.’ Anne said, before she stopped. Cathy, energised by the caffeine and wanting to prove Anne wrong, immediately did 20 push ups rapidly, without breaking a sweat. Everyone stared at shock, everyone except Anna, who smiled smugly. Cathy and Anna trained together all the time, they were both extremely fit.

‘Get on my back.’ Cathy said to Anne. Who looked confused ‘What. no I’ll break i-’ she was interrupted by Cathy, who shouted ‘GET ON MY BACK.’ Anne flinched and complied. ‘O- K?’ She said, still confused.

‘Woah!’ Anne was taken aback by the speed of the push ups Cathy did. Caffeine and Alcohol did surprising things to people.

‘OK! moving on. Anne it’s your turn.’ Catherine said suddenly, getting up from her chair rapidly and grabbing the die.

------------TIME SKIP BECAUSE I PROCRASTINATE------------

A few rounds had passed, it was nearing 1 am and everyone was still awake. Everyone was even more drunk, Cathy was banned from the coffee, Jane had to do the chicken dance to crab rave, Catherine had to stare at Anne for 2 rounds. Kat was trying to balance herself between Anna and Janes chairs, which were opposite each other. Anna had write a fan fiction about Henry Manox and Thomas Seymour both getting what they deserve, and she had to publish it. Anne was forced to throw her phone into the air and let it drop, only if the others were nice, they would catch it. Nobody caught it. Cathy stopped doing push ups and was now running up and down the stairs.

It was once again Anne’s turn.

‘Ok, if I roll a, 3, then you guys have to write a song about me.’ Anne muttered, slurring her words. Catherine chortled ‘Thats easy, i already have one I HATE ANNE BOL-’ she began. ‘No, Catherine,’ Jane commanded ‘Stop’ Cathy said before running back up ‘Don’t be mean pwease,’ Kat stage whispered ‘Did you just say pwease?’ Anna stage whispered back. Kat giggled. Frowning, Catherine sat back.

‘No, I mean for the musical! And it has to be good.’ Anne said after Catherine shut up. Cathy reappeared, also frowning. ‘But we already have Don’t Lose ur head?’ she asked.

‘Yeah! but it has to be like, like it’s hyping. me up!’ Anne said, throwing her hands up. ‘Like, OH HERE COMES ANnE BolEYn THe GreATEST tEmptReSS!’ She sang, very out of tune.

‘Yeah I’d make that for you when hell freezes over.’ Catherine muttered darkly. Anne sighed. ‘Ok, say if it doesn’t land on 3, then I have to do something instead.’ she suggested, that got them interested.

‘Go on,’ Anna said, sitting up. ‘Ok, so, um, if it lands on 4, you guys get to make me do a dare instead.’ Kat nodded, a devilish smirk appearing on her face. ‘BUT, if it does land on 3, you guys have to make a good song for me, ok?’ Anne said before anyone interrupted. Looking at each other, the queens nodded.

‘Ok, we’ll agree with that, but are you sure you want to do this? I mean the odds of it landing on 3 is low, and we won’t show any mercy once it lands on something else.’ Cathy said cautiously. Anne smirked, they were overconfident, that was their mistake. She nods and gets ready to roll.

She rolled it, it disappeared underneath a table and everyone held their breath as Kat went to check it. She popped out and sighed. ‘It was 3.’ Everyone groaned. Except for Anne who shot up. ‘YES!! YOU GUYS HAVE TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ME!’

Catherine shook her head desperately. She grabbed the die and rolled it, ‘It has to be tampered with, no, I can’t write a song about Anne.’ she hissed. It was a six, then it was a 4, then a 3, then a 1. It wasn’t tampered with.

Catherine dropped her head low.

‘Suck it Aragon!’ ‘Fuck off Boleyn!’

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Crash Landing in Teyvat

Pairings: Various Genshin men x Isekai'd!Reader, minor Lumine x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You're having the worst day ever. You failed your sociology exam, your laptop was ruined because your backpack was soaked due to the rain, your mother compared you to your cousin, and you lost a friend. Instead of working on your university assignments, you decided to take a nap instead. Only to wake up and find out that you've been Isekai'd into Genshin Impact.

Note: Tbh I have no idea how to feel about this fanfic since I typed it out during the first week of my university starting 🥲 There are multiple ways of how I've imagined the reader will be sucked into Genshin Impact, and this is one out of a few other scenarios I had in my mind. If you guys want another version of a somewhat similar concept, I can make that happen but Idk when I can make it 🤔 Also, yes, I got the title from a Kdrama called "Crash Landing on You." Anywho! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Readers' mother compares them to their cousin and siblings (mainly cousin), mentions of friendship drama, small mentions of death, Xiao points his polearm blade at the unconscious reader

Word Count: 9.1k

Want to read another version of how the reader gets Isekai'd into Genshin Impact? Read Drawn to You!

This was the worst day ever. You failed your sociology exam, you completely forgot to bring your jacket during the rainiest season of the year, and your backpack is soaked from the rain, thus destroying the laptop that you bought mainly for your school work. You tossed your wet bag onto the wooden floor of your bedroom before storming to the bathroom to change out of your damp clothes.

“This is the shittiest day of my life.” You grumbled, yanking your shirt, pants, and undergarments off your body before tossing them into the laundry basket. “Can’t I catch a break?” You grumbled, turning on the faucet of the shower before getting into the shower to shampoo, condition, and scrub down your entire body.

After washing your entire body, shampooing, and conditioning your hair, you sit under the running water, hugging your knees to your chest with your head resting on your knees. Even though you were done with everything in the shower, you couldn’t find the energy in you to turn off the shower, dry your body, and get dressed into clean clothes. All you could think of was how shitty your day had been; it started badly and ended terribly. After what felt like an hour of sitting under the pouring water, you were able to turn the shower faucet off, dry your damp hair and body with a fuzzy towel, and get dressed into clean undergarments and pajamas.

“I’m not in the mood to dry my hair.” You grumbled, tossing your towel onto the drying rack before brushing down your dripping wet hair and squeezing the water from the ends of your hair. You opened your bathroom door and walked over to your computer, turning it on before collapsing onto the rolling chair. Even though you have a ton of assignments to complete for your courses, you don’t have the energy or motivation to finish them and turn them in ahead of time like you used to. Besides, they’re all due next week; it’s only a Monday. You turned to your computer and typed in your passcode, waiting for the computer to load up everything on the monitor.

Your phone vibrates on your desk; you slowly lean forward to reach for your phone. Your hand slips, causing your phone to wobble and fall onto the wooden floor of your bedroom. You groaned and leaned over to grab your phone from the floor, mentally cursing at yourself for letting your phone fall to the ground.

“What a fucking pain.” You muttered, turning your phone on to scroll through your notifications. You saw that you received a text message from one of your closest friends, Rachel. You press your thumb on the censors and wait for your phone to unlock. You clicked on the KakaoTalk notification and rubbed your eyes tiredly. While waiting for the messages to load, you launched Genshin Impact on your computer. You looked down at the messages between you and Rachel on your phone.

Rachel Elle: “Hey, girlie! Do you want to co-op in Genshin later? We haven’t co-oped with each other in months, and I really miss co-oping with you :(.”

[Y/N] [L/N]: “Yeah, of course! I don’t know when though; I had a bad day at school and really need to cool down from what has happened. I’ll let you know when I’m available for co-op, if that’s okay with you?” 

Seen.

“Of course, I’m left on seen. Not surprised there.” You sighed and tossed your phone onto your bed before logging into the game, putting on your headphones, and beginning to do your daily commissions in Liyue, Inazuma, and Mondstadt. You have known Rachel for less than five years, and you’re grateful that she’s your friend! But ever since you and Rachel had a small fight, things have been different between the two of you. At least, to you, it felt different. You love her like a sister, and she’s a decent friend! But lately, the two of you have been drifting apart, and you think it's for the best because, well, how do you keep a friendship when there’s a constant fight over controversial topics or when one person would make very uncomfortable comments out of the blue? Not only that, but your parents didn’t seem to like her at all; in fact, they wanted you to stop being friends with her after she and your siblings got into a massive argument at the beach a few months back. That argument almost resulted in her and your siblings getting arrested by the police for public disturbances.

After completing your daily commissions in Genshin and collecting the awards, you just sat there and stared at your screen. Your bedroom door suddenly flies open, startling you. You rolled around in your chair, only to see your mother standing there with both of her hands propped up on her hips, glaring at you. Oh no, what is she going to chew you out for now?

“Why are you playing that damn game? Don’t you have homework to do?!” She asks, walking further into your bedroom. 

“Mom, am I not allowed to take a break from school work? I had a bad day at school, and I need a break from schoolwork.” You said, propping your head up on your desk. “Playing Genshin Impact is one of my ways of taking my mind off of things and releasing my stress.” You added, looking back at your computer monitor.

“If you continue to play this Genshin game of yours, you’ll fall behind in school!” Said your mom. Her face pinches up with anger and frustration before letting out a sharp ‘tsk.’ “Have you seen your cousin Huong? She is top of her class at a prestigious university, and she’s an artist that makes hundreds and thousands of dollars from the people that commissions her! Why can’t you be like your cousin, huh!?” Your mom slams her hand on your nightstand. 

“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to be like her!” You cross your arms over your chest. “I’m glad that she’s doing well, and I’m proud of her! The last thing I need right now is for you to compare me to my cousin after I had the worst day ever after my laptop was destroyed because of the heavy rainfall and I failed my sociology exam.” You sighed, rubbing your temples with an irritated sigh.

Your mom leans against your bedroom wall, giving you a look of disapproval while shaking her head. “I raised you to be intelligent and successful, and yet you’re letting your own mother down.” She scoffs. “You probably failed your sociology exam because all you can think about is that damn game you always play and waste your money on and those fictional men on your bedroom wall!” She points at the Genshin and anime prints on your wall.

“Mom, my focus in school has nothing to do with Genshin or anime. I play Genshin because it’s fun, and I enjoy the game! I watch anime because they’re entertaining. Is it bad for me to have a hobby? Plus, Huong likes anime too. Why is it bad whenever I like anime?” You ask, frowning at your mom, who stares at you silently.

You continued to let your mom belittle you and compare you to your cousin for the next thirty minutes while you stared at the paused Genshin screen blankly. If only there were a way for you to escape your world and enter another universe where you’re not suffering and being compared to your other cousins and siblings. As much as you want that to come true, you know it will never happen and that it only happens in fictional stories and shows. 

Once your mom had finally stopped comparing you to your cousin (and siblings right after she was done going on and on about your cousin’s achievement), she eventually left you alone. You stared at your computer screen and reluctantly closed out of the game. As much as you wanted to continue with the game, your mother comparing you to your cousin and siblings left a bad taste in your mouth. Plus, your mother comparing you to your cousin and siblings also dampened your mood even more and made you feel even worse about yourself than you already have. You stared at CANVAS on your monitor, slowly going over to the “grades” section of the website to get a good look at your grades in the courses you’re taking. You hovered your mouse over the “grades” tab of the website but didn’t click on it. As much as you wanted to look at what your grades were in your university, you didn’t dare to click on them. So, you got stood up and walked over to your bed. You collapsed on your bed and closed your eyes; maybe if you were to die in your sleep, you would finally feel at peace and not have to worry about being constantly compared to your cousin and siblings and your responsibilities when it came to your university.

You grabbed your phone from beneath you and unlocked your phone to check your social media, only to see that Rachel had removed you from everything. From Twitter to Instagram to KakaoTalk to Genshin. You let out a weak sigh and ran your fingers through your hair. Well, at least you didn’t have to deal with the uncomfortable conversations with her ever again—especially the ones where you’re always somehow the bad guy in these heated discourses you would have with her every few months. 

“She really removed me from everything all because I told her I didn’t know when is a good time to co-op in Genshin.” You muttered, getting up from your bed and plugging your phone into the charging chord. “If that’s what she wants, then it’s her choice. What else can I do about it?” You shrugged your shoulders, getting into your bed before turning the lights off. Even though you have assignments to complete for your classes at your university, taking a nap before starting your studies is the way to go.

At the border between Liyue and Mondstadt, Lumine and Aether walk next to one another, stopping in their tracks when they see a large crowd of men conversing with one another. Lumine, Aether, and Paimon looked at each other in confusion before slowly approaching where they stood.

“Hey, you…. Twenty-three! What’s going on, and why are all of you gathered at the border between Liyue and Mondstadt?” Aether asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah! It’s strange to see all of you from different regions gathered at the border of Liyue and Mondstadt.” Paimon exclaims, looking at the men curiously.

Diluc sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, “We’re all here gathered to speak about the relations between the regions.” Diluc says.

Lumine makes a face, “All of you are from different regions, talking about diplomatic relations between the five different regions at the border of Liyue and Mondstadt? Isn’t there a location that is appropriate for conversations like this?” 

“Wait, if all of you are talking about diplomatic relations between the regions, why are the others here?” Paimon asks, pointing over to the other men who have no political affiliations or background.

Aether points over at Dainsleif with his thumb, “Not only that, but it's between the five existing nations. Dainsleif isn’t from any of these regions, and neither are we.” 

Dainsleif crosses his arms over his torso, “I was dragged into this mess. Although, I have a strange feeling that something is going to happen.” Dainsleif mutters, his eyebrows furrowing.

“And what will that be?” Heizou asks, quirking up an eyebrow at the blond man.

Dainsleif mutters, “That, I’m not sure of.” Stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger.

“Oh, come on, Dain bro! You can’t just say something so cryptic and not give us the answers!” Itto exclaims, plopping down on the small chair behind him, almost toppling over. 

Lumine and Aether looked over at one another, giving each other questioning gazes. As if they were communicating telepathically, Aether shrugs when Lumine mouths a question to Aether over what Dainsleif has said.

Venti scratches his head, “Does today feel weird to anyone?” Venti asks, giving questioning looks to those around him.

“The only thing that I find strange about today is there are over twenty of us gathered at the border of Liyue and Mondstadt,” Baizhu says, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose while Changsheng nods her head in agreement.

Thoma looked at the scenery around him before he noticed something strange in the sky. Thoma shields his eyes from the sun and gazes up at the cloud that is now forming a funnel in the sky. Thoma nudges Ayato next to him and points at the sky, “Does that cloud look weird to you?” Thoma asks, not taking his eyes away from the strange cloud.

Ayato looks up in the sky and squints at the cloud, almost dropping his drink when he sees something plunge from the cloud. Whatever it was, it was falling into Teyvat at a rapid speed. Ayato feels his breath gets caught in his throat, feeling a painful squeeze in his chest. Ayato squeezes his eyes shut before slowly opening them. Not taking his eyes away from the speckle in the sky, Ayato points to the sky before asking, “What is that falling from the sky?” Ayato’s question grabbed the other’s attention before turning to look over at where Ayato was pointing.

Gorou moves in front of the crowd to try to get a closer look at what is going on in the sky, “I can’t tell what it is, but perhaps it's debris?” 

“Debris from what? There’s nothing in the sky other than Celestia and the Jade Chamber.” Childe commented, pushing his way through the crowd of men around him.

Kaeya hums softly, “What if it's a Celestial god that’s plummeting to Teyvat?” Not taking his eyes (eye?) off of the little dot in the sky.

Scaramouche smirks, “Good! Those annoying Celestial gods deserve to plummet to their deaths.” Scaramouche says. Venti and Zhongli gave each other a look before nodding their heads in agreement with what Scaramouche had said.

“Do archons often plummet from the sky? The object falling from the sky doesn’t look like an archon.” Kazuha mutters.

“I think we should watch and see what happens. Who knows! The little speckle in the sky can be either an object or a rejected Celestial archon.” Tighnari props both of his hands on his hips; his ears twitch with anticipation.

Zhongli hums, eyes narrowing the closer the speckle was close to meeting the ground. “That is not an object or Celestial archon.” He says under his breath.

“That’s a person!” Paimon screeches, eyes widening in fear as her eyes follow the falling person. “They’re going to die if they hit the ground!” Paimon exclaims.

Albedo’s eyes were glued to the speckle that was now getting closer and closer to the ground. “They probably died the minute they entered the atmosphere. After all, plummeting into Teyvat at such velocity can kill any living thing the minute it enters Teyvat’s troposphere.” 

“Is no one going to catch them!? Are we all going to witness someone plunge into Teyvat and die on impact?!” Paimon screeches, pulling at her white hair from stress and anxiety.

“I’ll catch them!” Lumine says without hesitation, sprinting towards the area where the speckle of person was plummeting to.

Aether’s eyes widen, “What! No, I’m going to catch them!” Aether exclaims, running after his sister, with Paimon following behind.

Lumine pops a nearby anemo slime, using the wind current to lift herself in the air, holding her arms out while trying to catch the person crashing into Teyvat. “Come on, come on!” Lumine mutters, her eyebrows furrowing with concentration. The closer the person got, the more Lumine anticipated the impact when she caught the possibly unconscious person. Lumine braces for impact and catches the unconscious person in her arms before slowly descending onto the ground.

“Where in the world did they come from!? They’re far from Celestia and the Jade Chamber!” Paimon exclaims, hovering above Lumine.

“Lumine, give them to me!” Aether says, attempting to grab the person from Lumine’s grasp, only for Lumine to dodge out of his hands with a huff of breath.

“I don’t know, Aether. They fell into my arms first; I’m pretty sure they want me more than you.” She jokes, a small smirk appearing on Lumine’s face when Aether scrunches his face up at her response.

Al Haitham tilts his head while looking down at you from head to toe, “Hm, they don’t look like they’re from this world.” 

“Another outlander, perhaps?” Cyno mutters, stroking his chin.

Xiao’s polearm materializes in his hand, “Stand back. They can be dangerous.” Xiao stated, pointing the tip of his polearm at your unconscious body.

“Don’t touch them! They don’t seem dangerous at all!” Lumine hisses, smacking Xiao’s polearm away from the both of you. “We need to get them medical attention! For all we know, they could have been injured while falling in the air.” Lumine says, cradling you in her arms.

Pantalone laughs, “Wow, someone’s protective over a strange being.” 

Lumine glares over at Pantalone before walking off with you in her arms, grumbling under her breath about how infuriating the others were. How dare they immediately assume that you were a threat just because you weren’t from Teyvat and because of how you were dressed? 

“Looks like you hit a nerve there. After all, the twins and their little floating pet are also strange beings that aren’t from Teyvat.” Dottore chuckles, shaking his head.

“Floating pet!?!” Paimon screeches, glaring at Dottore while stomping her feet in the air angrily. “Paimon is not a floating pet!” Paimon exclaims, crossing her arms over her chest angrily. 

Aether gives Paimon a look before gesturing for her to follow after him. Paimon nods her head, and both Aether and Lumine chase after Lumine, “Where are you going?” Aether asks, placing his hand on his sister’s shoulders.

Lumine turns to Aether, releasing a frustrated sigh. Lumine tightens her grip around your body, “I’m taking them somewhere safe and away from the people that see them as a threat. They’re harmless.” Lumine mutters, looking down at your unconscious face.

Baizhu walks up to Lumine, “You can drop them off at Bubu Pharmacy. While they may not have bodily injuries, it’s best to get them checked up.” Baizhu suggested.

“Fine, but I won’t be leaving them alone at Bubu Pharmacy. I don’t trust any of you to be alone with them.” Lumine sighs; she narrows her eyes at the approaching men before walking to the nearest waypoint.

You have been unconscious for a few hours; it made everyone nervous whether you were actually okay or not. Lumine lingered by your side the most, glaring at any man that looked in your direction. While the majority of the men were curious about you and wanted to check to see if you were breathing, Lumine would point her blade at them with a heated glare, just like how Xiao pointed the tip of his polearm at your unconscious body.

Kaeya shakes his head with a chuckle, “Lumine is quite protective of this strange outlander.” He glances over at where Lumine stands; her back is facing your direction while she has her arms over her chest, her sword resting at her side.

Diluc hums, narrowing his eyes as he analyzes your unconscious face. “This may be a strange question, but do you, perhaps, feel a strange connection to this outlander?” Diluc looks over at Kaeya from the corner of his eyes while stroking his chin. Kaeya cocks his eyebrow at Diluc’s question, mulling over Diluc’s inquiry, nibbling on the inside of his cheeks before looking over at where you lay. Now that Kaeya thinks about it, there is a sense of familiarity when he first saw you out cold in Lumine’s arms after she had caught you mid-air. It was like there was some kind of connection, but Kaeya wasn’t too sure if what he felt was similar to what the others had felt if they did feel some type of connection to you.

The other men slowly walk over to where Diluc and Kaeya stand; Diluc’s question not only sparked their curiosity but also made them come to a realization that when you fell from the clouds, there was a strange yet painful squeeze in their chests.

“Connection? A connection like we’re linked to them?” Albedo asks. Diluc nods his head slowly, unsure of what else to say.

Scaramouche rolls his eyes, “I think the better way to describe it would be a puppet and a puppeteer. That’s what it feels like.” 

Itto huffs, “That’s a strange way to put it. I’ve never had anyone control me or my actions before! It's all me, baby.” 

Childe laughs, “Yeah, we can tell.” 

“Can’t you guys talk quietly?! You guys are being too loud! You’re going to wake them up!” Lumine hisses through her teeth, glaring at the men in front of her. Lumine turns towards you and notices a stray tear making its way down your cheeks. Lumine reaches her hand out and wipes the tear away from your face, frowning. 

Tighnari peeks from behind Lumine, “Are they crying in their sleep?” Tighnari was going to lean over you to check to see if you’re okay, but Lumine blocks him from getting to you. 

“Lumine, you need to relax. No one is going to hurt them or put their hands on this strange outlander. Why are you so protective over them?” Thoma asks, looking at the blonde girl curiously. 

Lumine doesn’t respond. Instead, she sat down beside you and brushed your hair away from your face with a faint frown on her face. Lumine stares at you for a moment, her eyes scanning every little detail on your face. You looked at peace, but at the same time, you looked like you’d been through a lot of emotional pain in your life. Right when she was about to brush her thumb over the apples of your cheeks, your eyes began to flutter, causing Lumine to pull her hand away from your face.

Your eyes slowly opened, and your vision was blurry and unfocused. You lift your hand up and rub your eyes before looking around in confusion. Once your vision clears up and you are able to focus on your surroundings, you make eye contact with Lumine before looking around you. Your eyes widen when you see nothing but familiar faces all around you, staring down at you with anticipation and interest.

“Am I dead?” You whisper to yourself, slowly sitting up on the bed. “Wait, this is a dream; it has to be a dream! A very vivid one.” You said, rubbing your temples when your head began to throb. The men and Lumine looked at you worriedly; you threw your legs over the bed and slowly stood up. Lumine quickly came to your aid, shooting a glare at any man that tried to get close to you and help. The men shrunk back and kept their distance between you and Lumine while Aether was inching towards you and Lumine.

“Be careful, and you’re going to overwhelm and stress yourself out,” Lumine says softly, wrapping her arms around you. “You should sit down. I’ll have someone grab you a glass of water to drink.” Said Lumine; her head snapped in Aether’s direction before she motioned for Aether to grab you a drink while helping you sit down on the bed. Aether makes a face at Lumine before complying.

“To answer your question, no, you’re not dead, and no, this isn’t a dream,” Cyno speaks up. “I understand that I’m quite dreamy, but you’re not dreaming at all.” He gives you a charming smile.

Venti struts over to you, “So! Care to explain why you were falling out of the sky?” Venti asks, gazing at you with interest. “You don’t look like an archon! Nor do you dress like one.” He hums softly, looking at you from head to toe.

You look at Venti in horror, “I was falling from the sky?!” You screeched, squeezing Lumine’s hand. She gives you a reassuring rub on the back while nodding her head at your question.

“You were, but Lumine was able to catch you before your body could meet the ground,” Heizou says, stepping forward with a small smile on his face. “I know we just met, but I feel a strong connection between you and me.” He props his hands on his waist.

“Oh, so you feel it too?” Kazuha speaks up, pushing himself off the wall and standing next to Heizou. Heizou nods his head. “Interesting, so it seems like we all feel some sort of connection to this strange outlander,” Kazuha murmurs, stroking his chin while gazing at you with fascination.

You did a double take, “Strange outlander?! Listen, I may not be from your universe, but isn’t it rude to call someone a strange outlander?” 

“Well, you have yet to tell us your name,” Zhongli speaks up, a faint smile appearing on his face. “Please tell us your name, and perhaps it’ll get the others to stop calling you a strange outlander,” Zhongli added. 

You let out a soft sigh, nodding your head in agreement. “You’re not wrong there.” You release Lumine’s hand and straighten your clothes— which you’ve noticed are the pajamas you changed into after your shower. “My name’s [Y/N] [L/N], I am obviously not from your world, but it seems like I don’t need to give much explanation on where I’m from, mainly because I’m not the best when it comes to explanations.” You said, scratching the back of your neck with a sheepish smile on your face.

“Well, if you’re comfortable, do you think you’ll be able to tell us where you’re from?” Albedo asks, looking at you curiously. 

You slowly nod your head, “Yes, I can do that! But if it’s anything regarding medicine or technology from my world, I’m going to struggle to explain them.” You muttered. Everyone around you went silent and stared at you curiously; you stared back at all of them before it hit out. “Oh! Do all of you want me to tell you where I’m from right now?” You ask, eyes widening. 

“Indeed, after all, you did fall from the sky out of the blue.” Dainsleif nods his head, squinting his eyes at you skeptically.

You rubbed your temples, “Man, this is going to be complicated for me to explain and for all of you to grasp.” You muttered to yourself, trying to come up with an easy way to explain where you were originally from. “Where I’m originally from, all of you are fictional characters from a widely popular video game.” You stated, looking at everyone’s faces to see their reaction. This was as simple as you can make it because it’s true. In your world, they’re fictional characters from a popular open-world video game that you like you splurge your money on, read fanfictions of, and make fanfictions for these characters. Of course, there’s no way in hell you’ll be exposing the last two parts for everyone to know.

Xiao makes a face at you, “Are you telling the truth, or are you lying to the rest of us?” Xiao asks, crossing his arms over his chest while giving you a slight glare.

“Of course, I’m telling the truth. Two people in the room are archons; one person is cursed with immortality and is from Khaenri’ah, and Aether and Lumine are outlanders who were separated because of the abyss order and have reunited many times. Still, the other twin would much rather be with the abyss than their own sibling.” You said, looking over at Aether and Lumine.

“These things are kind of basic knowledge, though! Give us something that none of us has told one another!” Itto exclaims.

“You’re an oni, which is obvious, and you’re allergic to beans?” You said with a questioning tone, tilting your head to the side. “I don’t know if that counts, but I don’t think Zhongli over there knows that Itto is allergic to beans since both of them are from different regions of Teyvat.” You scratched your chin.

“I believe that also counts as basic knowledge,” Ayato commented. You groaned and flopped back on the bed, hitting the top of your head against the wall in doing so. You hissed and clutched the top of your head. Lumine was quick to hover above you and gently massaged the top of your head while asking if you were okay while helping you sit up on the bed at Bubu Pharmacy.

Gorou raises his hand, “Since we’re video game characters, do you have any favorite characters?” Gorou asks, tilting his head to the side. “I’m curious, that’s all.” Gorou laughs shyly, his cheeks turning bright red.

You stared at the men before tossing your arms around Lumine’s neck, holding onto her. “Lumine.” You said, patting the top of her head. 

“Oh! Lumine is your favorite character? Is there anyone else that’s your favorite character? Perhaps her blond twin?” Aether asks, sliding into the room with a glass cup of water in his hands.

“I do, but I don’t want to offend anyone.” You joked, pulling away from Lumine. 

Paimon leans in close to your ears, “You already offended one person by choosing their sister over them.” Paimon whispers, looking over at Aether from the corner of her eyes.

“Wait, since I’m in Teyvat, can I do something? I want to test something out because I’m curious about it!” You said, tapping your thighs excitedly.

Al Haitham cocks an eyebrow at you, “Well, that depends on what it is.” Al Haitham says; he crosses his arms over his chest before looking over at the others. “As long as it's not putting anyone in danger, then I don’t see why not.” Al Haitham added.

“Oh, well, uh….” You trailed off, pressing your lips together while contemplating what else to say. “How about this! All of you stand at a far distance, and I test out my hypothesis! Think of this as an experiment to see if the things in your world will affect me as well or not!” You chimed.

“As much as I love a good experiment, if it's about risking your safety, then I’m not so sure about that,” Tighnari commented, his ears twitching with worry. It’s not like you wanted to put yourself in harm's way because of your curiosity; you wanted to test something out to see whether it would affect you or not. And yes, that also meant that you do have to put yourself in front of something dangerous, but it’s for science and your curiosity!

Childe chuckles, “Oh, come on, you guys! [Y/N]’s curious! We should let them test out their curiosity, and we’ll see from there on!” Childe says, patting Zhongli and Pierro’s back.

“Fine, but if they end up getting injured or killed, I’m going after your head, Harbinger.” Diluc glares at Childe.

Childe lets out a mocking laugh, “Oh, ho, ho! Is that a promise or a threat, Mister Darknight Hero?” He crosses his arms over his chest, a smirk appearing on his face as he gazes at the redhead, raising his eyebrows at Diluc.

“Let’s not fight right now. After all, [Y/N] does want to try something out! We shouldn’t be keeping them waiting any longer.” Thoma says, getting in between Diluc and Childe, pushing the two far from each other.

“What do you have in mind?” Scaramouche asks, looking at you with skepticism.

You gave Scaramouche a big smile before instructing them all to go to the nearest teleport waypoint outside of Bubu Pharmacy. Everyone almost reluctantly followed after you, Lumine, and Aether (you were pulling the twins by their hands with excitement). What they expected was, perhaps, Dragonspine or maybe the Chasm. What they didn’t expect was for you to teleport everyone to Tsurumi Island, an island that is covered in fog.

“Why are we on Tsurumi Island, and what do you have planned?” Ayato asks, looking around the foggy island that soon cleared up after everyone walked through the gate. 

“I will be petting one of those rifthounds over there!” You point at the Thundercraven rifthound and Rockfond rifthound from a distance. “I’m curious to see if they are able to, I guess, kill me if it were to land a hit on me.” You said.

Xiao crosses his arms over his chest, “You’re insane.” He huffs, narrowing his eyes at you. You frowned at Xiao and mumbled under your breath about how he was nothing but rude to you the minute you’d arrived at Teyvat. Hearing your minor complaints, Lumine looks over at Xiao and gives him a death glare before pulling you into her arms to comfort you.

Pierro sighs, “Even if you are from another universe, you’re in ours now, and what can harm us can harm you as well. You’re not invincible to any of the dangers in Teyvat due to you being from another world. You’re in our world now; therefore, these things can harm you.” Pierro says.

Kaeya nods his head, “He’s right, and even if you want to test it out, you need to proceed with caution.” Kaeya stated.

“I just want to test out one thing, and then we can go back wherever in Teyvat that’s safe!” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “Ah, speaking of going somewhere, I just realized that I don’t have a place to stay, nor do I have mora to be able to rent out a place to stay temporarily.” You scratched the back of your head.

Diluc sighs softly, “You can stay at the Dawn Winery; I’ll have Adeline prepare the guest bedroom for you.” Diluc says, giving you a small smile. You feel your heart skip a beat from seeing the cute smile on Diluc’s face. 

You quickly looked away from the man and cleared your throat, feeling your face becoming hot under his gaze, “Thank you, Diluc! I really appreciate it.” You said shyly.

Ayato leans toward Baizhu before asking, “Are they really going to follow through with their experiment? Not only will it put them in danger, but it’ll put everyone around them in danger as well.” Ayato sighs, running his hands through his soft light-blue hair. Baizhu looks over at Ayato and then over at your direction before shrugging his shoulders in response. While Baizhu has never stepped foot onto Tsurumi Island, nor is he familiar with the creatures roaming the island itself, Baizhu made sure to be prepared for any situation by bringing a first aid kit.

Baizhu hums, “I’m not entirely sure whether [Y/N] is actually going to get near those rifthounds or not; I brought a first-aid kit along with me in case anything does wrong.” Baizhu replies to Ayato, holding up the small medical kit in his hands.

“Are you going to follow through with this little experiment of yours?” Tighnari asks, leaning up against the statue of the seven, tilting his head to the side; his ears twitch slightly at the littlest sound from a distance.

You sighed in defeat, “As much as I would love to proceed with my experiment, I believe that Pierro is correct. While I may assume that the rifthounds won’t harm me because I’m from another universe. After all, even if I’m not in your universe, it will still affect me. I’m not invincible to any dangers that Teyvat throws at me because I’m now in your world, not mine.” You said. The men around you let out a collective sigh of relief after hearing your final decision. Not only were they worried about potentially being responsible for your safety, but they also didn’t want you to get hurt, even though they met you not too long ago. 

“Oh my gosh.” You whispered, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

Cyno looks at you quizzically, “What’s wrong?” 

You slowly uncovered your face, “I just realized that I’m still in my pajamas, and I probably look like a crazy person.” You answered, looking down at your current attire. Not only were you in your pajamas, but you were also wearing just socks and no shoes.

Thoma laughs, “Well, since we’re not going to have you test out your experiment, we should take you to go shopping for new clothes and shoes! We can’t have you roaming around Teyvat in pajamas and socks.” He says.

“Wait, am I going to be dressed like an NPC?” You cocked an eyebrow at the blond man in front of you. “While the clothes are nice in Teyvat, I don’t want to look like an NPC, nor do I want to match with other people in Teyvat, especially when I’m not part of their culture.” You said, propping your hands on your hips.

“Uh, what’s an NPC?” Itto asks; he crosses his arms over his bare chest, gazing down at you strangely.

“A non-player character, you know, like those background characters.” You said. “In your world, they all dress almost the same as one another. From the design to the color schemes and to the accessories! People here have the same design for almost every region, minus the cultural background and the color palette.” You said.

“What I’m hearing is you want us to make you something unique and original,” Heizou says slowly, stroking his chin.

“Not necessarily! I’ll figure something out, but for now, I guess NPC clothing is fine until I’m able to find some clothing that goes with my style. It’s better than roaming around Teyvat in pajamas and socks.” You said, pointing down at your attire. “Wow, I did not think this entire thing through.” You muttered to yourself, eyebrows pinching together.

Albedo chuckles, “Of course, you wouldn’t be able to plan this entire thing out. After all, you didn’t expect to be sucked into another universe out of the blue.” 

You let out a defeated sigh, “I know, but still. I feel like a burden because now I have twenty-five people watching over me to make sure that I don’t get into any trouble or accidentally get myself killed or injured.” You said before bowing to them all. “I apologize for making a sudden appearance in your world. It wasn’t my intention to appear out of the blue and almost wreak havoc on Teyvat.” You said.

Al Haitham sighs, “There’s no need to apologize for anything, [Y/N]. You had no control over this situation. There is no need to blame yourself or apologize for anything.” He pats your head lightly; a small endearing smile appears on his handsome face. You stared at Al Haitham with wide eyes, heat rushing to your face just by looking at Al Haitham and his beautiful smile. Al Haitham looked at you quizzically when you continued to stare at him with a flustered gaze. Al Haitham was about to open his mouth to ask you what you were staring at when you suddenly looked away from the Sumerian man.

“Fuck, I forgot about how handsome these men are.” You muttered to yourself; despite saying it to yourself, the others heard what you had uttered. 

Venti leans in close to hear what you said, “Care to repeat that? We didn’t catch what you’ve said.” Venti gives you a teasing smile, his aqua green eyes sparkling with humor. You lightly pushed his face away from yours, feeling your face growing even hotter from the lack of space between you and the anemo archon.

You scoffed softly, “I said that we should leave Tsurumi Island as soon as possible if we don’t want the rifthounds to spot us from a distance.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest with a small huff. 

Before one of the men could respond, everyone heard a growl from a distance. You slowly turned your head and locked gazes with one of the rifthounds. It growls and begins to make its way towards where you, Lumine, and the men stand. Without a second thought, Lumine grabs you and tosses you over her shoulders before sprinting to the closest waypoint. The men soon followed after you and Lumine. After successfully leaving Tsurumi Island without getting attacked by any of the rifthounds, everyone crashed onto chairs in the Liuli Pavilion in Liyue.

“We are never going back to that island, you hear me? I don’t care if you want to see whether you’re immune to the dangers in Teyvat. We will never go back to that island.” Dainsleif says, towering over you with a tiny glare on his face.

You stared up at Dainsleif, not saying anything. You knew that Dainsleif is a beautiful man; his gorgeous blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, his tall physique towering over you. Damn, this man is not only tall and handsome, but his beauty is breathless. You were brought out of your thoughts when Gorou waved his hands in front of your face, sitting beside you while gazing at you curiously.

You cleared your throat and nodded your head, “Understandable, we will not be returning to Tsurumi Island ever again.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck before looking away from Dainsleif. The way he looks down at you while standing over you, his broad shoulders blocking the lights in the Liuli Pavilion. Sometimes you wonder what he would look like if he had you pinned to a bed, caging you against the bed with his arms, his hair falling over his face— you immediately slapped yourself in the face to stop the thoughts.

Gorou looks at you with wide eyes, “Why did you slap yourself in the face?” He gently clutched your face and rubbed the area where you’ve slapped yourself.

“I was trying to snap myself out of my thoughts, that’s all! No need to worry; I do it pretty often.” You lied, laughing awkwardly. 

Kazuha looks at you worriedly, “Your cheek is beginning to swell up.” He says softly, looking over at Baizhu, who was immediately by your side to inspect the small injury you’ve inflicted on yourself.

“The swelling will go down in a few hours; all they have to do is put ice on the swelling area,” Baizhu says, stepping away from you.

“And where do we get ice? Do we have to call a waiter to bring a bucket of ice for their injury?” Capitano asks gruffly, leaning in his seat with his leg crossed over the other.

Kaeya chuckles, “It seems like you all forget that I have a cryo vision.” Kaeya walked up to you and cupped your face in his hands. You closed your eyes in contentment and leaned into his touch when his warm hands gradually got colder. 

You sighed happily, “This feels nice.” You said, almost falling into his torso.

Scaramouche leans in his seat, taking a sip of his tea while staring at you intently. “What’s on your mind then?” He asks, placing his teacup down on the table. 

Your eyelids fly open after hearing his question, “Pardon?” You squeaked, peeking over at Scaramouche from Kaeya’s arm.

Xiao sighs, “He wants to know what you were thinking that made you slap yourself.” Xiao says, almost rolling his eyes. 

“It was nothing! As I said, it’s a way for me to snap out of my thoughts when I stare off into space!” You said, looking away from Xiao before complaining under your breath about Xiao being cold towards you.

“Well, if anything bothers you or concerns you, please let me and the others know,” Zhongli says, giving you a small smile. “We wouldn’t want your mind to be plagued with concerns.” He takes an elegant sip from his teacup. 

“Thank you, Zhongli! If I do have any worries, I will let you all know. I just don’t want to be a burden, that’s all.” You said, gently removing Kaeya’s hands from your face. “Thank you for soothing my swollen cheeks, Kaeya! I think it’ll be fine now.” You said.

Kaeya smiles at you, “It’s not a big deal, cutie! You can always come to me if you need anything to be iced.” He pats the top of your head before walking back to his seat next to Diluc. 

“Did you just—” Childe points his finger at Kaeya, his eyes narrowing at the cryo vision wielder. Kaeya cocks an eyebrow at Childe, the corner of his lips quirking up into a small smirk. Kaeya and Childe stare at one another for a brief second before breaking eye contact. Childe was about to get up from his seat when Zhongli grabbed him by the shoulder, making Childe sit back down in his chair with a frustrated huff of breath.

Ayato swirls his tea and takes a small sip from it, slowly looking up at you. “Why don’t you tell us more about yourself? We would like to get to know more about our guest from afar.” He says, giving you a small smile.

“Well, what do you want to know about me?” You ask.

Pierro leans back in his seat, watching you closely before answering, “Tell us the general information about yourself. We can learn more about you along the way, depending on however long you remain in Teyvat.” 

You nod your head, “My name’s [Y/N] [L/N], I’m a university student, and I have a bad spending habit.” You said, giving the men and Lumine an awkward thumbs up.

“You have a bad spending habit?” Pantalone asks, the corners of his lips tilting up with amusement.

“What do you mean by that exactly?” Aether asks, leaning forward in his seat.

You laughed nervously, “I tend to spend money on a lot of unnecessary things. I don’t think before I buy anything, nor do I check the price of an item I’m buying. If I see it and I like it, I’ll buy it if I have money on me.” You reply.

“Oh! So, you’re like Zhongli, pretty much.” Lumine chuckles, pointing her thumb over at the former archon.

You nod your head, “That is correct, but I never forget my wallet.” You said. “Wait, speaking of wallet, if I want clothes that are unique and fit my taste, that means I’ll need a lot of mora to be able to afford these kinds of services.” You scratched your head.

Diluc sighs, “No need to worry; I’ll pay for it.” 

Pantalone snorts, “Oh? Does the wine tycoon think he can afford to get [Y/N] custom-made clothing without breaking the bank? Please, let me handle this one. After all, you offered to let them stay at Dawn Winery. I’ll handle the rest.” He brushes his bangs from his face with a smile.

“How generous of you to offer to pay for [Y/N]. But you don’t have to pay for [Y/N]’s custom-tailored clothing because I’m a few steps ahead of you! Save your mora for something else, Pantalone. I will handle all of this.” Childe says, placing his chopsticks down on the cloth napkin before calling over a Fatui agent from the corner of the Liuli Pavilion.

Venti leans over to Zhongli, “Does he do this often, blockhead?” Venti whispers; Zhongli sighs into his drink after hearing the nickname that was given to him by Venti.

“Indeed he does.” Zhongli nods his head with a faint exhale.

Ayato chuckles, “How generous of you, Childe. I would also like to chip in; the tailors at the Kamisato Estate will be stopping by to get [Y/N]’s measurements for their custom clothing. I hope you don’t mind.” Ayato says nonchalantly, gazing up at Childe from his teacup. 

Childe’s eyes twitch before he gives Ayato a fake smile, “Of course not, Lord Ayato!” He chokes, clearing his throat before stabbing his dumpling with his chopsticks.

“Oh! You wouldn’t mind the tailors at the Kamisato Estate getting [Y/N]’s measurements and making them custom clothing, but you don’t want me to get involved?” Pantalone asks, leaning in his seat, taking a sip from his cup while giving Childe a skeptical look. Childe gives Pantalone a fake laugh before taking a bite out of the dumplings without giving Pantalone an answer.

After eating at Liuli Pavilion, you and the others end up at Dawn Winery. You leaned against the wooden railing of the winery and stared off into space. You couldn’t tell if this was a very vivid dream or if you actually ended up in the game that you splurged your money on. You really wanted to believe that it was real, but for some reason, you couldn’t get yourself to believe it.

“Something on your mind?” A voice interrupts you from your thoughts. You turned your head to see Xiao leaning against the wooden pillar inside of Dawn Winery, gazing at you curiously.

You smiled at him weakly and nodded your head, “Yeah, there’s a lot on my mind, actually.” You said.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Xiao asks; you look over at him in surprise. “It’s up to you if you want to talk about it. I’m not pressuring you to speak about what’s on your mind.” He quickly added, standing next to you.

“I’m having a hard time accepting that I’m actually in your universe. It doesn’t feel real to me at all; it feels like a dream.” You said you looked down at your necklace and began to mess with it. “Not only that, but I’m also feeling down because of the things I’ve dealt with hours prior to being in your universe.” You added, your shoulders slumped, and you closed your eyes. Should you continue talking about what happened hours prior to you being isekai’d into Genshin Impact? You went silent and shook your head, not knowing whether you should continue talking or just stop. Plus, Xiao only knew you for a few hours; it’s not like you can suddenly vent to him when he barely knows you.

Xiao raised his hand and hesitated for a moment. Xiao swallows the lump in his throat before placing an awkward yet comforting hand on your shoulders, gently rubbing your back while not making eye contact with you. Xiao could feel the heat rushing to his cheeks; he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on in your mind. When you feel comfortable with sharing, I’ll be here to listen to whatever you want to say.” Xiao slowly pulls his hand away from you, letting them fall to his side.

You chuckle, “Thank you, Xiao. I appreciate it! I’ll tell you and the others everything when I feel comfortable with it. It’s not an uncomfortable subject. I just don’t think it’s right for me to suddenly rant to you about something when we know each other for only a few hours.” You said.

“Oh, is there something you want to talk about?” Gorou asks, standing on your right side, grasping onto the wooden railing of the winery.

You shook your head, “For now, not really. I think I’ll talk about it whenever I’m ready; the wound is still fresh.” You said.

Gorou’s eyes widen, “You’re not injured, are you!?” He pulls away from the railing and turns you to face him, his eyes scanning you from head to toe.

You snorted, “Gorou, don’t worry! I’m not injured!” You pat his head while fighting the urge to pet his ears. “What I meant when I said that the wound is still fresh, the wound that I’m referring to are my emotions.” You said as you smiled at him sadly.

“O-Oh!” Gorou’s eyes widen in panic; he looks over at Xiao, who shrugs his shoulders in response. “Uh…. if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m here for you,” Gorou says softly, his ears flattening on his head.

“Thank you, Gorou. I appreciate it.” You said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

You pull Gorou into a hug, catching the general of the Watasumi army off guard. Gorou’s ears twitch, his cheeks turning bright pink before he slowly wraps his arms around you. You glanced down and stifled your giggle when you saw how fast Gorou’s tail was wagging. He’s so cute! You pulled away from the hug and gave Gorou and Xiao one last smile before walking down to the first floor of Dawn Winery; Xiao and Gorou watched you leave before looking over at each other.

“You like them, don’t you?” Xiao asks, narrowing his eyes at Gorou.

Gorou sputters, “What?! I mean, I enjoy their company! I wouldn’t mind getting to know them more.” He scratches his ears before looking away with a red face.

The corner of Xiao’s lips curves up, “Well, just so you know, you’re not the only person that enjoys their company. It seems like everyone else likes them as well.” Xiao stated, looking over the balcony.

There you stand in the middle of the first floor, sipping on your grape juice while talking to Lumine, unaware of the gazes the others had on you. You and Lumine were laughing and whispering to one another, completely unaware of the attention you were receiving from the twenty-four men under the same roof. Even if your appearance in Teyvat was sudden and unplanned, everyone around you couldn’t help but feel this deep connection with you. They want to be around you more and get to know you more. The sweet smile on your face was enough to drive them crazy.

Lumine looks over at the men before a devious smile appears on her face. Lumine turns to you, “Hey, do you want to go to Starsnatch Cliff with me?” Lumine asks, holding her hand out for you to take. 

You look at Lumine curiously before slowly nodding your head, “Sure! What are we going to do there?” You ask, putting your hand in hers.

She shoots a wink at you, “You’ll see when we get there!” Lumine gives the men a victorious smirk before pulling you out of Dawn Winery with an evil giggle.

“Hey! Where are you taking [Y/N]!?” Aether screams, running after you and Lumine. 

Thoma turns to Itto, “Did Lumine just steal our— [Y/N]!?” Thoma clears his throat, his cheeks ablaze from his slip up. 

“Yes! Let’s go after them, or else they’ll have some romantic getaway! It should be me and [Y/N] that’s having a romantic getaway instead!” Itto exclaims, darting out the door with the others in tow.

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[bruh-changbin]

sin city

pairing: gambler!sunghoon x afab baritsa!reader

requested: no

genre: smut, angst and some fluff (minors dni!!!)

warnings: brief mention of female masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), lowkey exhibitionism and humiliation, spitting, mild face fucking, wax play, protected sex, use of a gag, alcohol consumption, use of drugs (coke + LSD, be safe and don't do drugs), gambling (obv), brief mention of blood, readers boss is kinda yucky and her parents suck

word count: 12.8K

a/n: well... second times the charm 😻 hopefully my tags work this time and again apologies for posting this then deleting it because tumblr was being dumb. i suck at proofreading so if there’s any mistakes let me know. still v nervous to be sharing this w all of you but as always let me know your thoughts, i hope you enjoy (and again, ignore any repeat/messed up paragraphs bc tumblr still has yet to fix that glitch)

this is a work of fiction and is not meant to accurately depict or portray the idols mentioned. photos not mine, credits to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

fail is such an aggressive word. to fail at something is embarrassing, humiliating, shameful! the self-loathing and unwanted pity from others is what makes failure simply unbearable.

which is why you didn’t tell your parents that you were failing university. you simply told them it was a personal choice; you were dropping out.

at first they were confused, and thought you were planning on transferring to school elsewhere, or just taking a gap year to focus on something else. travel, self discovery, mental health, time with family. so you fed into that lie, and told them that come september you’d be out of their hair embarking on an adventure to further your development. it was hard - being dishonest to your parents, keeping up the facade - but you had no intention of telling them that you failed out of school. they would never be the wiser.

that was until you made the mistake of leaving your laptop open on your desk with your entire academic record on display. your mom was vacuuming, and decided to take a peek at the screen.

to say they were upset was an understatement. 

it took a few days for them to hold an actual conversation with you, choosing to spare you the occasional glance and incoherent mumbling to show their disapproval at your poor academic performance.

one night at dinner you blew up.

“i don’t know why you’re making this such a big deal! yes, i failed university. so what?! does that make me a bad person??”

you didn’t expect them to say much, but when they didn’t say anything while staring at their half-eaten dinner plants your heart sank. sure, your family had always valued academic excellence, but you didn’t think it was this serious.

the void of silence is filled with the scraping sound of your chair sliding against the linoleum floor, announcing your departure from the table.

when you get to your room you slam the door, cry, then fall asleep on the floor.

you’re woken up a few hours later by the sounds of your parents getting ready to go to bed. there are hushed whispers outside of your door, and you hear your dad ask if he should check on you. seconds later, the hallway light turns off and you hear the door to your parent’s room close.

your hips and shoulders start to ache as you lay on your hardwood floor, but you find no motivation to pick yourself up. since you hadn’t closed your blind, your room had turned a shade of deep blue, courtesy of the moon. pushing yourself up into a seated position, your eyes scan the contents of your room, and you can’t help but reminisce.

the stuffed bear you refused to sleep without when you were 8, the wilted corsage you wore to prom, the laptop you wrote all of your university assignments on before dropping out - ouch, too soon.

a gust of wind passes through your open window and flutters the string of polaroids you have tacked up to your wall. one is of your old family cat. one is of you after you graduated high school. your favourite one is of soojin in front of a twilight sky, a half-empty cooler in her hand.

you had met soojin in 10th grade bio, when both of you were partnerless on frog dissection day and had to team up. the entire 75 minute period consisted of you doing all the work while soojin squealed in disgust.

after that you were practically attached at the hip.

the night before you moved to university you and soojin snuck onto the roof of your high school using your janitors janky old ladder. you sat on foldable lawn chairs and drank and laughed and cried while talking about your place in the world.

“sometimes i wish i was a cat,” you confessed, and soojin laughed.

“a cat? why?”

“life would be so simple. i’d sleep all day and get head scratches and food.”

“that’s fair.”

a siren wailed somewhere in the distance. the traffic lights in the intersection across from your school changed. a late summer breeze ruffled your hair.

“i’m gonna move to las vegas.”

you turned to look at soojin, and she looked back at you.

“when?”

“i don’t know… sometime in the near future,” she took a sip of her drink before she continued, “i’ve never been set on going to post-secondary so i might as well.”

you nodded, “why vegas though?”

“it’s a part of my fantasy.”

“what’s your fantasy?”

she shifts in her chair so she’s facing you, an enthusiastic glint now present in her eyes. 

“i’m gonna move to vegas, spend some time working at some fancy upscale casino or bar or club or whatever. then, i’ll make a hot rich person fall in love with me, we’ll get married on the strip, and then i’ll never have to work a day in my life again!”

“i mean it sounds great,” you took a sip of your drink, “but aren’t most rich people in vegas like, middle aged men?”

“you got anything against dilfs?”

“touche.”

you weren’t surprised when a year or so later soojin told you she was making her fantasy become a reality - she had always been much more of a go-getter than you. 

that didn’t make saying goodbye any easier though. 

at the time you were still living away from home, so you couldn’t even give her a proper send-off. of course she facetimed you as soon as her plane landed, but you would’ve given anything to see her in person before she leaves for who knows how long.

and now, as you lie on the cold hardwood floor of your childhood bedroom, your eyes puffy and itchy from all of the tears you’ve shed, you devise a plan that will allow you to be with your best friend again.

“i’m moving out.”

your parents hardly bat an eye at your announcement.

“where are you going to go?” your dad questions, his eyes leaving his sudoku to look at you momentarily. the way he phrases his sentence makes it sound like he thinks you need your parents, that you have no one else to rely on.

“las vegas. to live with soojin.”

“vegas? but that city’s so… raunchy,” your mother has never been a fan of big cities, specifically ones known for dancing and gambling and drinking and flamboyance.

“well, that’s where i’m going and when i get there i’m gonna find an apartment and get a job. i don’t know when i’ll be back, my plane leaves in a couple of hours.”

there’s silence, an exchanged glance between the two of them, and then your dad mumbles “whatever makes you happy.”

assuming that this conversation is now over, you make your way upstairs to continue packing before your big move.

as much as you wanted to surprise soojin and show up unannounced, you're also somewhat relying on her to help you find a job and a place to stay - and she came through. it just so happened that the lucky cat - a popular upscale casino that soojin’s been working at for the past few years  - is looking for a couple more floor staff to help with the hectic summer season.

in addition to that, there are tons of apartment vacancies since all of the university of nevada students have gone home for the summer - soojin said you can crash at her place until you sign a lease.

your extremely last minute plan to move thousands of miles away from home has somehow worked entirely in your favour. fingers crossed for no last minute curve balls!

you opt to leave the majority of your belongings behind; you don’t have much in terms of keepsakes anyway. one of your suitcases is filled with clothes, the other with personal items, and your backpack with all of your important possessions.

when the time on your clock reads 3:00 pm, you call for a taxi and make your way downstairs. 

you give your parents stiff unnatural hugs before your taxi pulls up outside and you load all of your luggage into the trunk. your mom looks like she wants to say something but refrains. the cab driver pulls away, and you watch your childhood home along with your parents turn into mere specks in the distance.

airport security is a breeze - you just have to avoid all of the sloppy unorganised tourists who have no idea what they’re doing. by the time you board your flight it’s dusk, and you stare at the various shades of blues, pink and purples staining the sky as your plane streaks down the runway and lifts off.

for the majority of the flight you sleep, knowing that when you land you’ll go right to soojin’s place and she’ll likely want to give a grand tour of the strip. besides, who doesn’t want to explore on their first night in a new city?

the jolt of the plane touching the ground is what wakes you some time later. the view outside your window is dark, and the vegas airport slowly comes into sight as the airplane continues down the runway. you wait until the seatbelt sign is turned off before grabbing your carry-on bag and exiting the aircraft. 

after claiming the rest of your luggage at the baggage carousel, you make your way outside and inhale your first breath of vegas air. it’s warm outside, and somewhat humid, but it makes you feel alive. 

hailing a cab, you toss your belongings in the trunk and recite soojin’s apartment address from where you wrote it down in your phone to the driver. he puts the cab into drive, and you watch the harry reid airport get further and further away as you’re escorted into the city that you now call home.

through the window of the taxi you stare in awe at the dozens upon dozens of clubs, casino’s, bars and hotels lining the roads. every building and sign is lit up by thousands of lights in all colours of the rainbow, enticing visitors to enter and blow ungodly amounts of money in one night. the streets are teeming with eager party people dressed in sequins and suits who’s night’s are just beginning.

so this is how miley felt in party in the usa. she’s so real for that.

the drive isn’t long, just over 10 minutes, and your heart flips in your chest when your taxi comes to a halt outside of soojin’s apartment complex. you grab your belongings form the trunk before paying your driver and 

while in the elevator you feel yourself getting more and more nervous with each passing second. will soojin act differently? will she look different? do you look different? sure the two of you facetime every other day, but nothing compares to seeing someone in person.

you're forced out of your thoughts when the elevator stops, letting you know that you’ve arrived at your designated floor. you lug your bags down the hallway and with a shaky hand you knock on soojin’s door. inside you hear erratic footsteps before the door in front of you swings open.

“AHHHHHH YOU BITCH YOU’RE HERE!!!!”

before you can say anything in response, all of the air is sucked out of your lungs as soojin captures you in a bone crushing hug, causing you to scream in excitement (and slight discomfort).

the two of you do a semi-awkward jump hug in soojin’s doorway and rejoice after not having seen each other in years. while lugging your suitcase into soojin’s living room you do your best to catch up with each other. she raves about her job and you bitch about your parents while you get settled.

“i hope you slept well on the plane, because our night is just about to start!” soojin shouts before disappearing into her bedroom, “now change into something slutty!”

once you’ve fixed your hair and makeup and change into an outfit deemed ‘vegas-worthy’ by soojin, she grabs you by the arm and drags you out of her apartment. “time for soojin’s unofficial tour of the strip!”

the sidewalks are even busier than they were when you were driven through here not too long ago, and you find yourself just narrowly escaping head-on collisions with other tourists and locals.

“ooh let’s go in here!” soojin’s nails dig into the pulse point on your wrist and you rush to keep up with her, flashing your i.d and paying an entry fee before being let into a two-story club with flashing purple and green strobe lights.

a drag queen in a bright orange wig is turning it out on the small wooden stage, but soojin drags you into the nearest bathroom before you can watch any more of her performance. 

once the two of you are in a stall and the door is locked behind you, soojin whips out a small compact mirror and a baggie of powder from her purse. you hand her your i.d which she uses to make several thin white lines, and then digs through her purse to find a pre-rolled $1 bill - which she passes to you.

you try to ignore the slight sting in your nostril as you do your first line off of the small pocket mirror, and you pass the bill over to soojin. the walls and floor of the bathroom stall start to waver as the coke kicks in almost instantaneously, and you laugh because it looks like soojin’s eyeballs are melting out of their sockets. you do a few more lines before exiting the stall with soojin following behind you.

the two of you make your way onto the dance floor that’s sticky with spilled drinks and lose yourself to music by lady gaga, beyonce, rihanna, and britney. it feels like your limbs have turned to jelly and you can’t stop laughing and dancing with your best friend. at some point your nose starts bleeding which you only realise once it’s dripped down your lips and you can taste the metallic tang in your mouth.

you hop from bar to bar and club to club, and soojin tells you stories about each one of them. “this is the club where i lost my shoes, and this is the bar where i fell off a stool, and this is the club where…” it doesn’t stop.

once your coke-induced high starts to wane you turn to alcohol, sucking back one too many lemon drops than one should. at this point of the night your feet have several blisters and your hair is stuck to the nape of your neck with sweat, but you’re too intoxicated to care. it’s been so long since you’ve had fun, since you’ve felt so… carefree. it’s euphoric, to say the least.

when you and soojin finally decide to call it a night you step outside and take a deep inhale. compared to the hot and stuffy interior of clubs, even the polluted vegas air is a relief. in the east you see a tinge of yellow in the sky as the sun begins to welcome a new day, and you stumble your way back home.

it’s july, and you’ve officially been living in vegas for a month. the past few weeks have been hectic but fun, and you’d forgotten how much you missed being around soojin. you spent the first couple of days recovering from your night out by lounging on her couch, before deciding to get your shit together and meet with her boss at the lucky cat casino.

the interview was strangely simple, and entailed your soon-to-be boss scanning your resume before asking if you knew how to make any mixed drinks, to which you responded: “uh… i can make a vodka cran?”

you were hired on the spot (red flag, but whatever) and the next day soojin showed you the ropes. luckily it’s a relatively easy position, with a ton of other floor staff around to help you if you’re ever in a pinch.

after securing a job you sign a lease for a small studio apartment in a complex a couple minutes away from soojin’s; the rent isn’t ideal but it’s not horrible and with the leftover money you saved for uni as well as your cash flow from the casino you make it work. 

throughout the entirety of the month you’ve spoken to your parent’s once. your mom called out of the blue, perhaps in an attempt to rekindle your mother-daughter relationship, but it didn’t go very well.

“so how’s california?”

“what?”

“cali? aren’t you in los angeles?”

“no mom, i’m in las vegas… you know, nevada.”

“oh… right.”

you hung up shortly after, and didn’t plan on calling back anytime soon. sure, maybe you were being dramatic, but so were they. 

today you’re scheduled for your regular evening shift, but your boss asked you to come in early for a one on one meeting about your work performance. when you get there he’s leaning against a wall waiting for you, curling his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion to get you to to follow him into his office.

“so,” your boss starts, straddling a flimsy plastic chair so as to make it seem like this is a conversation between two friends and not a manager and his employee.

“you’ve officially been working here for a month, so we’re through your probation period,” he sighs deeply before continuing, “and your performance… has not been great.”

fuck fuck fuck!! this is it. you’re fired, done for! what are you going to do now? you can’t go home, will you be able to even find another job in vegas??

“y/n, i’m not firing you.”

oh. that’s good.

“you just need to be more appealing to customers to bring in more revenue.”

appealing? is he calling you unattractive? you furrow your brows in scepticism “okay… how should i do that?”

your boss takes a second, eyes you suspiciously, then asks: “do you want me to be blunt?”

you nod, so he continues.

“stop dressing like a prude. show some skin.”

“excuse me?”

“i hate to break it to you, but that’s what sells these days,” he grunts while getting up from his chair, a clear sign that this conversation is over.

“but-” 

“don’t take it personally y/n. just loosen up a bit, okay?”

and with that he leaves, the large steel door swinging shut behind him. with every second you spend sitting alone in the messy, humid office of your manager your self-confidence gets smaller and smaller, like a balloon, until it’s all shrivelled up; seemingly non-existent. you go through the entirety of your shift with your head hung low. 

it’s past midnight when you get back to your apartment that smells like paint and old chinese takeout. the advice - command? - that your boss gave to you bounces around in your brain like a ping pong ball.

you finger yourself in the shower before going to bed.

it’s an egg kind of morning.

some mornings are pancake or french toast or waffle mornings; when you’re feeling more lavish and want to indulge yourself. busy days are reserved for cereal or yogurt and granola, when you just need to fuel yourself and get out of the door.

egg days are in between days. you have enough time this morning to make a semi-decent breakfast, so you do. poached eggs - the kind where you put them on a piece of toast with some shredded cheese and then pop the yolks with the tip of your butterknife before watching the golden liquid pool on your plate.

you get half-way through the dish before you feel like puking, remembering why egg days aren’t common.

chucking the rest of your breakfast in the compost, you get ready for the day. the dry-erase calendar you have tacked onto the wall by your front door reminds you that you don’t have work until later this evening; so it’s settled.

today will be a day of reinvention. 

there’s much to be done, so you pull on your fanciest casual outfit and head out. 

the vegas strip is somewhat busy today - but then again when is it not. nighttime is when the city comes alive. clubs and casinos and theatre’s showcasing snuff films all open their doors for the mature population, providing them with enough alcohol to make their brains go fuzzy until they wake up having no clue what happened. 

daytime is when the streets are packed with tourists and their obnoxious children darting between the mandalay bay aquarium, the discovery museum and the hershey’s store. which is why you try not to leave your apartment before the families on vacation retire to their hotels for the night. but today, you make an exception.

the sun beats down on your aching shoulders the second you step out of your apartment, and you mentally slap yourself when you remember that you forgot to put on sunscreen. 

when you arrive at your first destination, an upscale salon that soojin recommended to you on your first night out, you bask in the AC before they call your name.

you splurge and get your eyebrows, legs and bikini line waxed. when your aesthetician is finished, you’re whisked away into a cushioned white chair in front of a white desk in a room with white walls and white floors. you get dark red acrylics, long enough to be sexy but not so long that they impact your ability to work. if your mom saw you right now she’d say you look like a hooker. once you’re finished at the salon, you head out to spend more money.

multiple shopping bags filled with skimpy thongs, lacy bras and sheer black pantyhose hang off of your arms as you make your way around the strip mall closest to your apartment. you vow to toss your old electric toothbrush before buying an actual vibrator, one that can give you much better orgasms. with each purchase your worry of your card being maxed out increases, so you decide to call it quits.

once your spa day has come to an end you head back to your shoebox apartment, picking up some tofu pad thai on the way. you binge watch peaky blinders while waiting until you need to leave for your shift, self-doubt coursing through your veins.

“you look different.”

spinning on your heel in the employees only room at work, you come face to face with soojin.

“good different or bad different?”

“good, definitely good. you look hot.”

“thanks,” your face heats up, “boss told me to loosen up to make more cash, so i’m glad it didn’t go unnoticed.”

she rolls her eyes, “it’s the unfortunate truth. here, this is my secret weapon.”

her hand slips into her mint green baguette purse, fishes around for a couple seconds, before pulling something out and placing it in your palm. it’s cold; metal.

“works like a charm~” she sing-songs before making her way back to the staff-only room to get ready for her shift.

in your palm you can feel something long and rectangular but with rounded edges; a tube of lipstick. chanel rouge allure #117 - or cuivre. red. sparkly. sexy.

in the employee’s only bathroom you stare at your reflection in the mirror before popping the top off of the tube of lipstick. it glides onto your lips  with ease, and you stare at your reflection in the dimly lit bathroom. you look pretty. after ensuring that no lipstick made its way onto your teeth, you head out and start your shift.

the casino is decently busy tonight, so the first time you have a chance to talk to soojin again is when you both end up behind the bar at the same time.

“how are the tips tonight? i bet they’re just rolling in now that you look like a skank.”

you laugh while measuring out some white rum to add to a customer’s mojito, “i’m not complaining!”

soojin finishes straining her cosmopolitan before leaning into you, “do you want me to let you in on another one of my secrets?”

you nod. who doesn’t want tips on how to make more money?

“younger people always tip better. once someone’s above 40 it’s like a flip switches in their brain and they have some kind of entitlement that makes them less likely to tip. so, if a group of 20 or 30-something’s come in, snag ‘em.”

“i mean that makes sense,” you continue mixing drinks while you talk, “but practically every customer in here is a middle aged white man.”

“not everyone,” soojin says while pointing at a table to your left, where a frequent customer with a beer gut and a bald spot is sitting playing poker.

“... mr. creole? but he’s like 70..”

“what? no, not him!” soojin places a perfectly manicured finger on your jaw and slightly turns your head further to the left, your gaze landing on a baccarat table at the back of the room, “them.”

there, a group of 4 men in slacks and white dress shirts rolled up at the sleeves are huddled together while the dealer places chips and cards on the table. the one gambling is seated across from the dealer while the other 3 are huddled around him, clearing hyping him up to win big.

“you see the tallest one?” soojin practically whispers into your ear, “that’s heeseung. he doesn’t gamble too much, mostly he’s there for moral support.”

soojin’s right, he is tall. i mean they all are, but his body is like 70% leg. you watch as heeseung laughs at whatever one of his friends says before checking his watch, clearly not wanting to stay much longer. 

“the one on his left is jake, and the one beside him is jay. they gamble sometimes, usually black jack or the slot machines, but i think they mostly come for the drinks - and the girls.” 

jake and jay definitely seem the most excited to be there; they’re both leaning over their gambling friend’s shoulder whispering excitedly, undoubtedly telling him to go all in or whatever the proper term is - you still don’t know much about gambling.

“the guy in the middle is sunghoon,” your eyes fall upon the man in the centre of the group, “he’s like the best of the best.”

you watch as his ring clad fingers dart across the felted surface of the table, flipping cards and picking up chips as if it’s second nature to him. upon closer inspection you notice his features are quite leporine; sharp brows, poignant nose, nice white teeth that are revealed when he laughs at something his friend says.

“he plays anything and everything here,” soojin starts while staring at sunghoon like you are, “roulette, blackjack, three-card poker, but he’s the best at baccarat - specifically baccarat chemin de fer.”

your brain short circuits, “listen, i know jack shit about gambling, so none of that really means anything to me.”

soojin laughs at your bluntness, “basically he’s super rich and super lucky… and hot, but you don’t need to know anything about gambling to see that.”

sounds like your kind of man.

“how do you know so much about them?” 

“i’m their usual server,” soojin starts, and then a mischievous look appears in her eyes, “do you wanna help me?”

“what, like right now?”

“i mean, yea.” 

you stare at her blankly, “i don’t know i mean i’m still pretty new here and i don’t know what i’m doing and-”

“oh come on y/n you are a chronic overthinker, let’s go!” and with that she’s dragging you across the casino to where the 4 men are seated.  soojin begins conversing with the table and you stand behind her awkwardly, palms sweaty and knees about to buckle. it’s not everyday that you’re surrounded by a group of 4 tall, rich, attractive guys. while soojin interacts with her usual customers, you cower behind her like a scared child, waiting for her to loop you into the conversation.

“and this,” she grabs you by your elbow and pulls you forward, “is y/n, my best friend and coworker.” you wave awkwardly, and they all wave back.

it’s times like this when you’re reminded that soojin’s a natural at her job, whereas you on the other hand are not. she immediately begins to converse with her regulars, leaving you standing off to the side before you make awkward eye contact with sunghoon. you realise that now would be a good time to actually do your job.

“uh, is there anything i can get you to drink?”

“sure!” he smiles at you, and he really does have a nice smile, “can i get a m-” 

you know those cheesy movie scenes where the protagonist finally meets the love of their life and suddenly everything around them is tinted pink and moving in slo-mo? this feels exactly like that. you try to listen to what sunghoon is saying but all you can focus on is his icy blond hair, his perfect skin, his deep brown eyes (that you notice darting to your lips on more than one occasion - thank you soojin!)

you force yourself to tune back in to real time when you realise he’s stopped talking, and then mentally slap yourself because you just missed his entire order spare for the first letter being ‘m’.

too stubborn to say something, you just nod with a smile and head back towards the bar while racking your brain for every single cocktail starting with the letter m. a milk & honey seems too niche, a moscow mule too intense, and a mai tai too fruity. so you settle on a well-known ‘m’ cocktail: margarita. a classic! who doesn’t love margarita’s? (hopefully not sunghoon).

you get to business salting the rim of your glass and mixing the tequila and lime juice while making sure that this is the prettiest fucking margarita you’ve ever made. when you’re finished, you take a deep breath and head back over to the baccarat table where soojin is still talking to jay, jake and heeseung.

beside them, sunghoon is waiting patiently for his drink, and you place it in front of him on the velvet tabletop.

“oh, uh…” he stares at the drink you hand him with confusion. fuck, his ‘m’ cocktail wasn’t a margarita. 

panic begins to kick in, and you contemplate pulling the ‘i’m new here’ card, “sorry, is that not what you ordered?”

“no, it was a martini… you know, like james bond?”

of course it was a fucking martini you dipshit! literally the drink of choice for all men who like to fantasise that they’re a world famous spy.

sunghoon probably notices you panicking, “but it’s ok! i like margaritas too.”

“no, let me get you what you actually ordered!” 

“no really it’s fine-” sunghoon starts, but you’ve already began to weave through the other tables. when your out of view of any customers you actually slap yourself. you just embarrassed yourself in front of the hottest guy in the whole casino! great, your life is over. 

you try to ignoring the heat rushing to your face while straining sunghoon’s martini and then head back to that baccarat table for the third time in the past 5 minutes, apologising profusely while handing the man in question his actual order. he smiles before handing you a $20, which you slip into your work apron.

“should i give this back to you then?” he holds up the margarita you made, beads of condensation already rolling down the side of the glass.

“keep it, it’s on the house.” you smile, and leave the table for good.

“that’s it, i have to quit now.” you whine to soojin once you’re both behind the bar again.

“what happened? i thought it went well.” soojin questions while shaking a long island iced tea.

“i messed up his fucking order dude. i embarrassed myself!” you hide your head in your hands and huff in frustration.

“come on y/n that’s not the end of the world! and sunghoon’s a nice guy, i’m sure he understands that you were just so enthralled with his beauty you couldn’t focus on what he was saying.”

you sock her in the shoulder, and then cringe because that’s exactly what happened. and when your shift ends at the early hours of the morning, sunghoon is all you’re thinking about.

apparently you’d been on sunghoon’s mind too, because the second you get to work the next day soojin is excitedly dragging you back into the employees only room. there, a gorgeous bouquet made of peruvian lilies, delphinium, and baby’s breath is sitting on the table, a thick, off-white card tied to the stems. it reads:

y/n,

will you let me see you again? 

3600 S Las Vegas Blvd, 11:00 pm. 

i’ll have someone pick you up.

p.sh

“signed p.sh? who’s that?”

“that’s sunghoon you numbskull! he’s asking you out on a date!”

you bend down to smell the bouquet made for you, “it’s not a date soojin, he just wants to see me.”

“yea, and he clearly has romantic intentions, hence the flowers!” she dramatically motions to the bouquet, “in my books that qualifies as a date, but to each their own.”

throughout your shift your nerves are piqued; you try to chalk it up to the humidity or the fact that you accidentally spilled a rum and coke on a well-paying customer, but in the back of your brain you know it's because of sunghoon.

when the time comes for your shift to be over you rush to the bathroom to attempt to spruce yourself up after having worked for almost 8 hours. you finger-comb your hair and swipe on some deodorant before applying a fresh coat of the lipstick soojin gave you - since sunghoon kept staring at your lips last night surely he’d appreciate you wearing it again.

stepping out of the lucky cat, you try not to audibly gasp as the stunning white rolls royce ghost that’s waiting for you at the curb, hazards blinking. so sunghoon’s rich rich, got it. suddenly your attire feels extremely lacklustre. 

“y/n?” a bearded man with big hands calls out to you from the driver's seat.

“that’s me.” you slide into one of the smooth leather seats, close the door behind you, and hope that you’re not being driven to your doom.

“you’re late,” he jokes, “4 minutes to be exact.” 

sunghoon’s standing on the sidewalk right where his driver drops you off. he’s dressed similarly to how he was when you saw him last night, slacks and a button up even though it’s the middle of the summer.

“don’t blame me, blame your driver.”

he smirks and raises an eyebrow as if to say touche, and he sticks his elbow out for you to loop your arm through - so you do. the two of you walk in tandem and you scan your surroundings to try to figure out where sunghoon’s brought you. a vast pool of water catches your eye not too far away from you and something clicks in your brain - the bellagio, of course! only now the water’s at a standstill since the magnificent fountain only goes off every fifteen minutes.

“do you bring all of the girls you meet here?”

“what, to the bellagio? no way, only the real special ones.”

“what makes me so special then?”

“i don’t know, you seem… charismatic? and you’re funny, i like that.”

“funny because i messed up your drink order?”

“i mean, kinda! it just makes you seem more… human.” he shrugs while shoving his hands in his pockets. “don’t tell soojin i said that though.”

you laugh, and then bring a finger up to your lips in a shushing motion.

“so,” sunghoon stops walking so the two of you are standing on the sidewalk with a perfect view of the bellagio, “how long have you been in vegas?”

you do quick math in your head, “just over a month. i moved here after i… flunked university.”

“oh, that’s rough” he grimaces before smiling coyly, “your turn.”

“my turn? for what?”

“ask me a question.”

“okay, uhhh,” is asking where he gets all of his money from rude? possibly, so you ask him: “how do you gamble?”

sunghoon looks at you with confusion, before chuckling softly. that was definitely a dumb question. “what do you mean?”

“like the card games and stuff! i don’t get it.”

“but you work at a casino.”

“i make drinks at a casino, i don’t have anything to do with the games.”

he raises his hands in defence. “well, all of the card games are different, but my favourite is probably baccarat - black jack is fun too, though. anyways, the main goal of baccarat is to get as close to nine as possible. you start by betting chips on either the player or the banker, and then the dealer draws two cards for both of them. the cards are flipped over and whoever’s closer to nine wins, but you don’t want to go over a score of nine. you can also bet on a tie, a banker pair, and a player pair… are you following me?”

“nuh uh.”

he gives up trying to explain, “basically you throw some cards and chips on a table and win money.”

the two of you sit in silence for a moment, with sunghoon staring at the water in front of him - likely thinking of a question to ask you since he’s the one who started this little game.

“do you have any wishes?”

confusion evident on your face, your turn to look at him.

“because if you do, this would be the place to make one.” he gestures to the bellagio, 

it’s then that he reaches into his pocket and pulls out 2 silver coins - nickels. he keeps one for himself, then places the other in the palm of your hand. 

you watch as he turns to face the fountain, his side profile lit up by the warm glow from the white lights in the water. his eyes close and his brows furrow for just a moment, and then he tosses his coin into the fountain.

“what did you wish for?”

“if i tell you it won’t come true.” he stares at you, his eyes catching the glow from the lights of the nearby hotel. “your turn,” he repeats for the second time tonight.

you follow in his footsteps, closing your eyes while making a wish and tossing your coin into the fountain. when you open your eyes, you swear sunghoon’s closer to you than he was before.

before you can come up with a witty response, a dramatic whoosh! sounds and you look beside you to see that the water show has begun. an amazing display of lights and aquatics plays out before your eyes as the fountains erupt in synchronisation, creating a dazzling and unforgettable display.

“pretty.”

you’re about to agree, only until you realise that sunghoon’s focus is on you, not the fountain. his eyes are glossy and he smells of bergamot and sage, and you finally get to live in that rom-com moment when he leans in and presses his lips against yours. 

his lips are plump but slightly chapped, and you struggle to keep your balance with the way he’s leaning into you. after several moments he pulls away and you almost chase after his lips, that is until you hear the ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ from other spectators, reminding you that you are in fact in public and the people surrounding you probably don’t want to see you and sunghoon devouring each other. 

a sour expression makes its way onto sunghoons face, and he grabs your hand before nodding in the direction that you came from - a clear indication that he wants to get out of here.

the two of you find his car in idle on a semi-busy side street and you both slip into the back; initially you had planned on leaving the middle seat empty to separate the two of you, but sunghoon wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you beside him. you tell sunghoon’s chauffeur your address, and he nods before rolling up the partition to give the two of you some privacy and taking off down the busy road of the strip.

“you know you made my wish come true back there.”

“what, when i asked you to teach me the art of gambling?”

he bites his lower lip to abstain from laughing before teasingly pushing your shoulder, “you know what i mean.”

“was it when i did this?” in a bold move (for you), you grasp his jaw with your acrylic nails and kiss him with much more lust and passion than you did in front of the bellagio. his hand instantaneously moves up to cup the side of your face, and you manage to pull a quiet moan from him at the suddenness of your actions. 

his teeth nip at your bottom lip gently and your mouths move in tandem with each other, both of you acting as if the other is your only source of oxygen that you can’t pull away from. you slip your tongue past his teeth and lips and into his mouth, where you can slightly taste the spearmint gum he spit out before the two of you got back into his car. a desperate whine escapes your throat when he pulls away from you.

“open your mouth,” you comply, “good girl.”

in one swift motion he spits into your open mouth, and you feel his saliva glide down your tongue to the back of your throat. you close your mouth and swallow. sunghoon keeps his grip on your jaw, allowing his thumb to caress your cheek before swiping it across your bottom lip in a silent plea to let him in. you take his thumb in your mouth, his eyes trained on the way your puffy lips are wrapped around his digit. a string of saliva connects his thumb to your lips when he pulls his hand away, and in the dim lighting you catch a glimpse of your sparkly red lipstick smeared across his knuckle. 

when you stop at a red light his hand wraps around the back of your neck and he kisses you again; in your head you thank whatever higher power there is above that the car’s windows are tinted, so no curious outsider could peek in and see what the two of you are up to.

deciding to test the waters, you sneak your hand down his torso to the waistline of sunghoon’s pants, hesitating slightly before reaching out to palm his crotch through his clothes. the action causes his hips to jerk slightly, and he places his own clammy hand on top of yours to guide you as you massage his cock through his slacks. 

a metallic clink! reverberates off of the inside of the car as you unbuckle your seatbelt and somewhat sprawl your upper body across sunghoon’s lap; your hands gripping this thighs to stabilise yourself with your face only mere centimetres away from his clothed erection. noticing that you’re in a bit of an awkward position, sunghoon takes the initiative to unbutton his pants, inch them down just a little, and pull his cock out.

lengthwise he’s definitely above average, and his tip is flushed red and leaking beads of precum already. he sticks his palm out and you spit in it, watching like a hawk as he uses your saliva as lube to pump himself a few times before sitting back and letting you steal the show.

you playfully lick his tip, as if to taunt him that you could do more, but you don’t really feel like it. his thighs twitch underneath your hands, so you finally relent and wrap your lips around sunghoon’s cock, feeling him squirm in pleasure above you. 

with one hand he’s gripping the door handle, his hold so tight that his knuckles have turned a ghastly shade of white. with the other he’s gripping the back of your neck, clearly trying to refrain from shoving your head to the base of his dick - so you do it yourself, and take his entire length into your mouth.

the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat and you can’t help but gag, and sunghoon hisses when you dig your nails into his pant clad thigh.

“keep it down,” he groans, “unless you want my chauffeur to hear you gagging on my cock.” 

an involuntary whine escapes you, and your hips shift in your seat. you can hear the smugness in his voice when he says: “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

you continue to deepthroat him in the back of his car, trying not to gag or cough too loudly when the vehicle goes over a pothole or a bump in the road and his cock is shoved deeper than you’re expecting. each and every time his tip bumps the back of your throat you swallow around him, trying to suck back the mix of spit and precum that threatens to spill past your lips.

“fuck y/n,” a dull thud sounds as sunghoon lolls his head against the headrest behind him, “feels so fucking good.” the hand on the back of your neck starts to help guide your ministrations, and his hips start to buck up ever so lightly into your mouth.

you can tell sunghoon’s close to finishing by the way his moans get louder and more desperate, and you’re tempted to pull your mouth off of his cock and call him out for being a hypocrite for telling you to be quiet not too long ago. nevertheless, you persevere and continue to suck him off, allowing him to roll his hips up into your face.

at this point your hips and legs are cramping up and your jaw is aching from having been open for so long, so you let sunghoon take complete control and allow him to fuck your mouth until he cums, which is only a few moments later.

he finishes with a guttural groan before spilling his seed down your bruised throat; you try not to grimace at the taste before swallowing obediently. pulling yourself off of his cock, you use your thumb to wipe the spit and semen off of the corners of your mouth, and you sit back and watch sunghoon tuck himself back into his pants while trying to catch his breath.

the car shakes slightly as sunghoon’s driver accidentally bumps into the curb, and when you look outside the tinted car window you find that you’ve arrived at your apartment building. perfect timing.

being the gentleman that he is, sunghoon offers to walk you to your door - and who are you to say no. although you find a feeling of self-consciousness creeping up on you, what with your apartment being so drab in comparison to just about every aspect of sunghoon’s life. you try to push those negative thoughts away as you step out of the elevator and unlock your apartment door.

“i like it!” sunghoon preaches as he stands in your entryway, looking around as you toss your keys onto the kitchen counter. you give him a sarcastic side-eye. “i’m serious! it’s… cozy.”

you make your way over to where he’s standing, and he smirks as you press your chest against his, one of his arms snakes around your waist. your tummy flutters as he presses one, two, three chaste kisses to your pouted lips.

“goodnight, sunghoon.”

you move to close the door, but he suddenly objects and sticks his arm out to block your actions.

“wait! y/n i’d uh… i’d really like to see you again. maybe tomorrow night, i-if that’s ok with you of course?”

it’s in this moment that you can finally see this rich playboy facade start to crack. it prides you to see that the man whose dick you just sucked in the back of a car minutes ago has been reduced to a flustered stuttering mess because of you. cute. 

“i think i can make that work.”

“ok! that’s great, i’ll send someone to come pick you up maybe around, uhh 8:00 pm? is that ok?”

you nod, “it’s a date.”

his eyes widen at this, and before he has time to respond you close your front door.

ding dong!

what the fuck? who on earth is at your door this early in the morning? ugh, it’s probably the delivery guy. if you ignore him then he’ll just drop off your package and fuck off. 

ding dong ding dong ding dong!!!!

you sigh in frustration and pull yourself out of bed seeing as whoever’s at your door doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon. opening your door just a crack, you see soojin standing there with a plastic bag in her hand.

“i brought waffles!” she announces before inviting herself into your apartment and sitting at the island in your kitchen. she opens up the plastic bag she brought and pulls out two take out containers of waffles, two drinks, and lots of syrup and butter. “come, sit. eat.”

grabbing cutlery from the drawer in your kitchen, you nonchalantly rub the sleep out of your eyes while making your way over to her, “why are you here so early?”

“dude, it’s noon,” she shoots you a judgemental glare, “and i’m here because i want to know all about your little date last night!” 

“i would hardly call it a date,” your mouth is stuffed with waffle so your words come out choked. you know that if you tell soojin what actually happened with sunghoon last night, she's going to make it a way bigger deal than it is. 

“you’re lying to me.”

“what? no i’m not.”

“yes you are y/n. i’ve known you for years and can instantly recognize the way you scrunch your nose and refuse to make eye contact when you’re lying to me.”

shit. she’s got you there.

“ok fine! he took me to the bellagio, we kissed and then,” you huff and roll your eyes, “isuckedhisdickinthebackofhiscar…”

“YOU WHAT??!! oh my god y/n this is crazy!! i can’t believe you’re getting it on with a hot rich guy!”

“we are not getting it on, he just likes me,” you stare at your waffles, “and he invited me to his place for dinner tonight.”

soojin chokes on her drink, “what the fuck!!?? why didn’t you tell me! we need to go pick out what you’re going to wear.” and with that she practically jumps up from where he’s sitting and heads into your bedroom. when you hear drawers being flung open and hangers clattering to the floor you decide to do damage control and head into your bedroom before soojin destroys it. 

some time later, the two of you settle on a basic black satin slip dress and knee high go-go boots.

“come on, let's do your makeup.” soojin excitedly starts to scan your vanity.

“dude it’s literally one in the afternoon, he’s not picking me up until eight.”

she looks defeated at first, but then turns to you with a smile, “cillian murphy movie marathon while we pass the time?”, and who are you to say no to that.

it’s around 6:30 pm when red lights finishes, and you decide you should start getting ready. in the shower you do the works - shaving, exfoliating, washing, scrubbing - and when you step out it feels like you have a whole new layer of squeaky clean skin. soojin pampers you and does your hair and makeup, opting for a subtle yet sexy look.

at 2 minutes to 8:00 pm, you slip on your boots and ask soojin to give you a once-over to make sure everything looks good (it does).

“i’ll be here mooching off of your crave subscription and raiding your fridge. now shoo!” your friend practically kicks you out of your own apartment. when you're halfway down the hallway to the elevator you hear soojin shout: “and if you don’t spend the night there getting railed i’m going to be very disappointed in you!”

the familiar rolls royce ghost is waiting for once again when you exit your apartment. sunghoon’s chauffeur, who you find out is named anthony, asks you what music you’d like to listen to on the drive. you ask for lay all your love on me by ABBA, and slouch in your seat as anthony takes off down the street that’s beginning to light up for the evening crowd.

upon your arrival at sunghoon’s place you see him waiting on the street for you. he’s dressed in a suit and tie, and although he looks phenomenal you’re practically dying to see him in some casual clothes.

“don’t give me shit about being late this time, park.” you taunt as you step out of his car, and anthony drives off. 

“i wasn’t going to! in fact, i told anthony to take his sweet time since he’d be carrying precious cargo.” he pecks your cheek, and you feel heat rush to your ears and the apples of your cheeks.

you step into an elevator that’s the size of your living room, with glass floors, gold buttons and a chandelier. sunghoon reaches a slender finger out and presses the button for the top floor, because of course he lives in a fucking penthouse.

when the golden doors slide open, you're met with a narrow entryway which sunghoon leads you down before opening his front door. “welcome to the park penthouse!” 

glamorous is an understatement when it comes to sunghoon’s living quarters. the ceilings are high and the floors are made of marble that’s so bright it kind of hurts your eyes to look at it directly. you’re not given much time to take it all in before sunghoon’s ushering you into what you can only assume is the living room. three leather couches make a semi-circle around a glass coffee table, all facing a large cobblestone fireplace and massive flatscreen tv. bookshelves stretch to the ceiling on either side of the fireplace, and in the far corner of the room you see a small silver safe, about the size of a microwave, embedded into the wall.

“i didn’t think rich people actually had safe’s in their walls,” you walk over to it, “i thought it was just a thing in movies.” sunghoon laughs at your statement before grasping the metal handle of the safe. he makes no effort to hide the pinpad, so you watch him type in the code and open the hefty metal door. the inside is quite literally something out of a spy movie; it’s filled bricks of cash stacked on top of eachother bound with elastic.

“woah,” you somewhat whisper, “how much is in there?”

sunghoon ponders your question, “couple hundred thousand. it’s my emergency stash. you know, in case i get into a really bad car accident, or - god forbid - lose a real big bet while gambling.”

just looking at the amount of cash is insane to you, and your brain hurts as you think of what you could spend all of that money on. luckily, sunghoon shuts the door, and you hear the lock click. “come on, i have more to show you.”

a long oak table is placed in the centre of the room, decorated with vases filled with flowers and gold candlesticks that hold tall dark red candles. only two spots at the table are set, each having a large silver platter at the centre with a fork and knife one either side. a crystal wine glass is also set to the right-hand side of both seats, filled half-way with dark red cabernet sauvignon.

“i didn’t know you could cook.” you turn to look at sunghoon, whose eyes widen. “oh, i didn’t make anything. i had jay come over to do it all - he’s a really good cook, you know.”

“i guess i’m about to find out.” you pull out one of the chairs at the dining table and sit down, a look of shame briefly flashing across sunghoon’s face as he realises that was his job. nevertheless, he shakes off his nerves and takes the seat across from you. the two of you simultaneously take the silver lid off 

“i was gonna do something fancier like steak,” he scratches the back of his neck, “but i didn’t know if you were a vegetarian… or something.” 

you assure him that it’s fine and that pasta is always your go-to, which seems to ease his nerves. it turns out that sunghoon was right and jay actually is a phenomenal chef; too bad he isn’t here for you to praise him in person. while you shovel pasta into your mouth sunghoon sips his wine and continues to act jittery. you decide it would be best to start up some playful banter since he seemed so comfortable doing that last night.

“i’m sorry, is it like, rude for me to ask where you get all of your money from?” you trace the stem of your wine glass with your finger before picking it up, “it’s just that you’re still fairly young, you know.”

he laughs with his mouth full, swallowing his food before responding, “well, my parents are both doctors who would send me money all the time when i first moved out,” he tentatively picks up his fork, “but then we grew apart so i used what i had from them to start gambling.” he goes to eat but then stops as he remembers something, “i also work at a law firm, but it doesn’t pay nearly as well as what i make from gambling at the lucky cat.”

you nod while dragging your fork through the sauce on your plate. a somewhat eerie silence settles over the two of you, and you’re tempted to say ‘your turn’ to get him to ask you a question like he did to you last night.

“hey, i just wanted to say thanks for last night.” his voice is quiet, and suddenly his half-eaten pasta is more interesting than you, his date, are. 

is he talking about…?

“uh, what part of last night are you thanking me for?” you think you know the answer, but you like seeing him squirm a little.

“come on y/n, don’t make me say it.” he groans and lets his fork clatter against his plate, causing you to laugh.

“i won’t! just teasing.” that same silence falls over the pair of you, but when you peer at sunghoon you can tell he wants to say something else.

“i’d uh,” he chuckles, “i’d like to return the favour, if that’s ok with you.”

oh. oh. 

you try to hide the way you shift in your seat and swallow the nervous lump in your throat; sunghoon’s gaze on you is unwavering.

“right now?”

his pupils seem to darken and dilate at your question - although both of you seem to be in agreeance that it wasn’t a question, and moreso a confirmation. the two of you seem to shove your dishes to the side at the same time, sending silverware clattering to the floor as you crawl across the table and mash your lips against sunghoon’s.

right off the bat this kiss is more desperate and lustful than all of the previous ones you’ve shared. you shift so your sitting with your thighs hanging off of the table, opening your legs briefly to let sunghoon step between them before wrapping them around his waist.

you kiss and bite at his wine-stained lips that taste so tart but so addictive. your hips are flush against his and you can feel that he’s already semi-hard through his pants - no wonder he was so flustered during dinner.

the cool air of sunghoon’s apartment chills you when he lifts your slip dress up and over your shoulders in one swift motion before tossing it to the floor. noticing the goosebumps erupt on your skin, sunghoon nudges your shoulder to get you to lay back against the table. he reaches to his left and grabs a candlestick.

“let me warm you up.”

you watch the muscles and tendons in his wrist flex as he tips the candle ever so slightly, allowing splotches of the dark red wax to drip onto your chest. the hot paraffin stings and burns but also makes you feel warm and excited and so good. sunghoon keeps the candle pointed at your body, making sure the open flame is a safe distance away from your skin. he moves his hand lower, and you jolt slightly when you feel the hot wax make contact with the sensitive skin between your tits.

warmth spreads across your skin as you feel sunghoon make a trail of wax down your stomach, to your belly button, and then stopping at the elastic waistband of your panties. as the wax dries it hardens, tightening your skin underneath it. the initial sting of the heat is gone, in its place a dull burning sensation that has your pulse quickening. 

your vision clouds when sunghoon touches you for the first time, using his middle and ring fingers to massage your cunt through your ruined underwear.

“fuck, you’re already so wet for me. i bet these panties were soaked before you even got here, huh?”

before you can say anything you feel a tug and your hips and hear the ripping of fabric; when you look down, you see sunghoon tossing your now torn thong to the floor. bummer, that was a cute one.

heat rushes to your face as you watch sunghoon scan your nearly naked figure, his eyes feasting on the vast expanse of your bare skin as if you’re the full-course meal he wants for dinner (sorry chef jay). 

he places his searing hot palms on your knees and pries your legs open to expose your dripping wet cunt. you keep your gaze fixed on the ceiling, too worried that if you glance at him while he’s staring at your pussy you’ll become too flustered. the undeniable swish of a jacket being removed can be heard, and when you spare a glance at sunghoon he’s rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt before diving in between your legs.

he doesn’t hesitate a second before diving into you, and you gasp and whine as you feel his tongue exploring your most private area. just the sound of him licking your pussy has your head spiralling, your nails scratching at the varnished countertop of sunghoon’s dining table before you move your hands to grasp at his hair.

your thighs start to burn as you open your legs as wide as you can, giving sunghoon the utmost access to your body. he uses his tongue to toy with your clit before he wraps his lips around it and sucks, shooting bolts of pleasure to every nerve in you.

when he slips his tongue into your hole you hiss and roll your hips into his face. sunghoon groans against you and continues to lick up your essence as if you’re a dripping popsicle on a hot summer day.

through pants and whines you manage to ask him: “do i taste good?”

“fuck, so good honey. the sweetest thing i’ve ever had.”

you scratch at his scalp and tangle your fingers in his hair as he greedily makes out with your sopping cunt, the wet sucking sounds echoing off of the walls of his vast dining room. he directs his focus back to your clit, causing your back to arch and your chest to heave; with every move you make you can feel the dried wax crack and pull at your skin. 

it feels like your skin is burning up as your orgasm approaches, the familiar inferno starting in the very pit of your stomach before spreading across your body like wildfire.

“fuck hoonie!” your cries only seem to spur sunghoon on, and you're so so so close to cumming - before the fire in between your legs is doused when he pulls away.

it feels like you’re the victim of some sick prank, waiting for the camera crew to jump out and scream ‘gotcha!’ while laughing at you lying on sunghoon’s dining table in desperation.

“w-what?” you catch sunghoon’s gaze as he fully stands up, his lips swollen and red and wet. he doesn’t respond, just grabs you by the waist before picking you up bridal style and carrying you further into his penthouse.

your first look at his bedroom is a blur since right after you enter sunghoon tosses you onto his bed. the sheets and pillowcases are navy silk, and it must be king-sized since it’s about triple the size of your twin bed at home.

for a moment you think he’s going to pick up where he left off and dive back into your cunt, but instead he captures your lips in a tender yet searing kiss. you don’t know how to feel about tasting yourself on his lips and tongue; it’s sensual and arousing, but also makes you feel bashful. 

you realise you’re only wearing your go-go boots and your bra - a weird combo, but soon both of them are discarded onto the floor of sunghoon’s bedroom.

the man in question towers above your now completely bare form as you lay sprawled out on the cool sheets of his bed. “you look,” he reaches a veiny hand up to loosen his tie, “so delicious right now.”

that does a number on you.

with little regard to benignity you pop the buttons on sunghoon’s dress shirt open one by one, and then try not to drool as he reveals his bare chest to you for the first time ever. his skin is smooth from his shoulders all the way down to his v-line, and you finally get to see that he has thick biceps (!!!!!).

in one hand he’s still gripping his tie, and you feel impossibly turned on as he crawls on top of you, the box frame creaking slightly under the weight from the two of you. sitting back on his knees, he gives you the same command as yesterday: “open your mouth.” and you do, again.

he places the taught fabric of his tie in your mouth, and you bite down. your face is shoved into the crook of his neck as he leans forward and ties the two ends in a tight knot at the back of your head, creating a gag. leaning back onto his knees once more, he takes a second to admire his masterpiece - you.

“is this,” he takes a second to regain his composure, “is this ok?”

you nod and try to say yes as best as you can, but it comes out as a warbled ‘mah’ due to the makeshift gag restricting your ability to speak as you normally do.

“good. just uh, tap my arm three times if you want me to stop, ok?” you make the same muffled noise in agreement, rubbing your thighs together for some much needed relief as his hands work to unbutton his pants and yank them, along with his boxers, to the floor.

in the dim lighting provided by the lamp on sunghoon’s bedside allows you to appreciate every dip and imperfection of his body, along with the way the veins in his forearms pop out as he reaches into his bedside table to grab a small foil packet.

using his teeth, sunghoon rips open the condom before sliding it onto himself and giving his length a few pumps. his eyes meet yours for a brief second as he positions himself on top of you, the tip of his cock nudging your clit ever so slightly and sending a jolt of pleasure through your veins. 

his cock easily slips into your already-sensitive cunt and you bite down on the tie in your mouth as you and sunghoon moan in tandem, the fabric already becoming wet with your saliva. he sinks his teeth into your neck and you can feel his pointed canines pinch your sensitive skin - maybe he’s a cullen. 

for a moment he just rests there, no doubt regaining his composure so he can fuck you into his mattress. lucky for him, you’re still sensitive after your last orgasm was ripped away from you, so it shouldn’t even take that much effort to make you cum. 

it feels like the world is moving in slow motion when sunghoon finally pulls his hips away from you, just enough so the tip of his cock is still inside your cunt, before pushing himself all the way back in. your hands explore the vast expanse of his toned back, feeling the muscles move and flex as he slowly picks up his pace.

soon his hips are thrusting into yours in a quick but deep motion, his movements so languid and precise your pussy is already slick and throbbing. your clit is begging for attention, and you almost cry when sunghoon eagles his hips just right so his pelvis rubs against it with each grind. the tie gag in your mouth rubs at the corners of your lips and you attempt to whine sunghoon’s name, tell him that you need more.

he throws his head back in ecstasy before burying his face in between your tits, licking at biting at the skin he marked with hot wax not too long ago. “your cunt is just milking my cock, sweetheart. so fucking tight.”

the cavity between your bodies becomes slick with sweat, and the sound of skin slapping against skin is much more prevalent when sunghoon picks up the pace of his thrusts once again. your legs are aching and you yelp as sunghoon grips the flesh of your thigh like it’s a slab of meat. his back is covered in long scratches courtesy of your acrylics and you’re sure your chest is littered with splotchy red marks from his teeth.

the fire deep inside of you is ignited once again, and you try your best to roll your hips upward in time with sunghoon’s movements as you chase your impending orgasm. sunghoon’s moans are equivalent to the pitch they were at when he was about to cum down your throat in the back of his car, only now they’re much louder and guttural without the fear of being caught in the act getting in the way.

when your orgasm finally starts to wash over you it feels like you're suspended in mid-air, waiting for someone to reel you in, to bring you back to reality. a feeling that can only be described as sweet, sweet relief floods your senses, leaving you a whimpering, twitching mess. sunghoon groans loudly on top of you and you feel him fill up the condom inside of you, his head hanging forward to rest in the crook of your neck once again. two hot sticky tears spill from your eyes, and you barely register the now soggy tie being removed from your mouth. 

your vision is blurry and your ears are ringing and when the warmth of sunghoon’s body disappears you want to cry out for him to come back. luckily he does, and you feel his presence beside you and you try to blink away your tears.

the ceiling slowly starts to come back into focus, and you can feel sunghoon leisurely picking off the dried up bits of blood red wax that are still stuck to your skin. 

you hear sunghoon ask you something, and you pull yourself out of your post-sex haze to listen to him. “hmm?”

“i said do you want to just… spend the night?”

you act as if you’re rolling the idea around in your head for a minute, but you already know the answer.

“i mean soojin told me she’ll be disappointed if i come home tonight, so i guess so.”

arm candy.

your new delta-kind nickname, courtesy of soojin. bestowed upon you when you and sunghoon walked into the lucky cat hand in hand so you could drop off your letter of resignation. soojin screamed so loud the whole strip probably heard her.

“you’re like his trophy wife.”

“we’re not even married?”

after spending the night at sunghoon’s penthouse you never really left. it became a gradual process of moving all of your stuff from your apartment into his, solidified by the termination of your lease - which the two of you celebrated by popping champagne and fucking on his balcony.

after some time the two of you fell into a sort of routine; he’d spend the day working at his law firm and you’d use his black amex card to go shopping - eventually he just made you a shareholder of his bank account. 

inspired by your newfound relationship with sunghoon, soojin worked up the courage to make a move on jay, who admitted that he had felt a connection since he first laid eyes on her (cute). the four of you spend nights out on the strip getting drunk and making bad decisions, acting like the city is your playground.

you wear skirts more and more and panties less and less, a decision that has led to you getting tongue-fucked by sunghoon in the bathroom of the lucky cat’s VIP longue on more than one occasion. he spoils you with jewellry from tiffany’s and vivienne westwood and with bags from coach and hermes; it’s likely that there isn’t a square foot in sunghoon’s penthouse where the two of you haven’t had sex.

you take tabs of acid off of his fingertips in the backs of limousines and town cars before hopping from club to club, allowing your brain to turn into a puddle of mush for a few hours to free you from your worries and woes (not that you have many).

sunghoon’s winning streak at the lucky cat keeps him rich to the point where he’s contemplating quitting his job at the law firm (he hasn’t yet, but it’s hot on his mind). you like to  watch him and his friends gamble, and you’ve even started to understand how the games work - except for pai gow poker, that one still confuses you. ever since you and soojin have started coming to the lucky cat as customers instead of barista’s, you get a barrage of dirty looks from your past coworkers.

“they’re just jealous,” sunghoon told you before checking his cards during a game of baccarat, “jealous that you’re living the american dream!”

and then he lost.

you had decided to spend the night at home to recover from drinking one too many mimosas at brunch, and sunghoon went out to the lucky cat with jay, soojin, jake and heeseung. the night started off normal at first, with jay and jake playing a couple rounds each on the slot machines before everyone gathered around to watch sunghoon play a round of craps. it was jake who told him to bet bigger than he ever has before - he’s always won, why would this game be any different?

“it’s bad y/n,” soojin tells you through the phone, “like hundreds of thousands of dollars kind of bad. it’s gonna take him a while to come back from this - both his ego and his bank account.”

when sunghoon got home you didn’t really know what to do. it felt as if there was a ghost hanging around your apartment; his eyes were glazed over and when you ask him if he’s okay and if he wants to talk he chooses to ignore you and locks himself in his office. 

you wait up for hours, fighting off sleep so you can be there for him when he comes out and wants to talk. at some point your nerves get the best of you and you head into his office, only for him to lash out at you like he never has before. sure, you and sunghoon and gotten into petty fight before, but the sheer look of anger in his eyes is enough to have you slamming the door shut with tears in your eyes.

you lay on your shared bed fully clothed, not sleeping a wink. it’s still nighttime, and your head is as busy as the strip is. staring at the fragments of yourself that you see scattered throughout sunghoon’s room, you begin to weigh your options. 

part of you expected sunghoon to remain undefeated forever, even though you know that’s not possible. but why did his first loss have to be so detrimental? and are you really prepared to live such an unpredictable lifestyle for god knows how long? pushing yourself off of your mattress, you grab a slip of paper and begin to write a note while trying to avoid smudging the ink with your tears.

hoonie, 

i love you, but it was never meant to be. 

what happens in vegas, stays in vegas. 

good bye.

y/n

it’s nearing 4:00 am when you quietly gather your belongings, take all of the cash from sunghoon’s emergency safe, and get in a taxi headed to the airport. sin city taglist: @deobitifull @n-wjns @starstruckluminarytale @smuchsmut @idkwiexist @sjakewrld @muffinminnie @jeondolly @kimmchijjajang @drunkjaked @lalalalawon

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pairings — jj maybank x fem!shy!kook!reader

summary — in which, there’s five times where she proves jj wrong and only one that he proves her wrong.

word count — 7.5k.

warnings — angst, jj kinda being an ass, reader being SUPER close to the pogues (like family type stuff), mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, big mentions of abuse and abusive parents and alcoholism, exbf!rafe, slut-shaming, fluff, use of pet-names [princess], small mentions of the reader being a book worm, mentions of reader having anxiety.

notes — i NEVER thought i’d end up back at my jj obsession / phase, yet here i am??? anyways, i’ve always loved the whole jj x kook!reader fics that i read (mostly, because it reminds me of and gives me a, sort of, enemies to lovers vibe, WHICH i’m a HUGE sucker for???) this is a bit inspired by some family issues going on at home and i just know jj is the ultimate character to relate to that. this is really just a way for me to cope. also, no hate to rafe (sorry for adding him in as the abusive and toxic ex). i know he’s done a lot of shitty things on the show, but i genuinely love him and believe that he deserves to redeem himself. i hope that the writers think about giving him a redemption arc at some point in the show. anyways, i’m writing this on my phone because i’m not able to write on tumblr on my laptop at the moment, so sorry if you see ANY terrible grammatical errors. i hope this makes up for the WEEKS of lack of posting new fics (or really ANYTHING). i’ve been helping my family to prepare our new house and pack before we move in and we don’t have wifi there yet (and the service is kinda crappy). so, that’s one of the main reasons for me writing this out on my phone. SO, without further ado, i hope this fic is enjoyable. also, hopefully, i’ll be able to have more motivation to write more obx x reader fics because i really love both rafe and jj and i have so many ideas for writing for them!! maybe for kiara and sarah too? i’m not entirely sure though. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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THE ONE THING SHE COULD say about jj maybank is that he always never fails to surprise her — he could say the same about her.

to a lot of people, of which mostly consists of the kooks — the more wealthiest and supremacist-types — jj maybank is just a reckless piece of trash that can’t resist a fight. whether, it’s physical or verbal.

but, [y/n]? not one single bone in her body feels that way about him, nor thinks of him like that — she didn’t even think of him like that when they barely knew each other.

now, it’s true that she only knew of him — the same for him.

and he was never truly nice to her — it was mostly because of which side of outer banks and family she comes from.

but, that doesn’t mean that [y/n] let the way he treated her, make her give up on needing to prove herself to him.

to her, she has always seen him as a fairly attractive boy that cares deeply for his friends, loves to surf, and doesn’t trust very easily — that’s why he holds so many kooks responsible for the way only a few particular snotty and bratty-like kooks had treated him and his friends in the past.

now, being on separate sides of the community and town — one being a kook, and the other being a pogue — it was very easy for jj to judge her, despite her never joining in on the disgusting traditions that most of the kooks commit towards the pogues.

in fact, she’s always hated it — she has never understood why both groups can’t just accept each other and put their differences aside.

but, to be fair, she’s always been an empath, always wanting to help everyone.

so, having to deal with the whole ‘pogues versus kooks’ tensions has always been very overwhelming for her because she can’t fix it.

too bad jj didn’t know this before he decided that she was just like the rest of them.

but, [y/n] was desperate to prove herself to him.

especially, after hearing a few of his conversations with her best friends about her.

there’d been a few times where the pogues would be hanging out with sarah and kiara — [y/n] had been there long before them — and she’d hear how insulting and cruel jj would be towards her.

as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she hated the fact that someone who didn’t even fully know her was judging her based on her social status.

that’s why she set out to prove him wrong, there being a total of five different times that [y/n] left the maybank boy utterly speechless over her being completely different than he’d first initially thought.

the first time:

“look, [y/n/n]. it’s not that bad of a situation as you may think.” kiara begins to say, but then snaps her mouth shut, upon noticing the deadly glare that her friend directs at her.

“‘not that bad’? kie, do you even hear yourself right now? maybe it doesn’t seem bad for you. but, for me? god, he already hates my guts! how can this not be bad?” [y/n] groans as she paces around her bedroom, opting to freak out, instead of trying to be calm and collected and level-headed — like how she is most of the time.

i guess, there’s a first time for everything.

“hey.” sarah begins to say in a gentle tone, suddenly in front of her best friend and placing her hands on [y/n]’s shoulders, bringing her to stop her pacing and comforting her immensely — she’s always had that kind of comforting affect on her.

“everything’s going to be fine. we convinced jj to give you a chance, alright? and besides… we’re going to be right there with you, okay?” she murmurs once more, hoping to calm down the stressed-out and wide-eyed girl stood in front of her.

[y/n]’s terrified eyes move from sarah’s kind and gentle ones, to kiara’s wise ones.

as her eyes catch her friend’s, it’s as if she’s asking for confirmation.

kiara nods.

sighing in defeat, she nods, before setting down her book on her messy bed as she allows the two girls to drag her out of her bedroom and down the stairs to her living room.

breath hitching in her throat, [y/n] comes face-to-face with the rest of the extremely intimidating pogues.

her nervous eyes catch her best friends’ encouraging ones, instantly feeling out of place.

they both nod, motioning for her to introduce herself.

but, instead, she rushes to turn and run back up the stairs to the safety of her book and her bedroom.

although, her friends are already expecting this and block her way to make it up the stairs.

kiara shakes her head at [y/n] and sarah sighs, before leading her to the couch, near where john b, pope, and jj are sat.

“guys, this is [y/n].” sarah happily introduces her, expecting her friend to make some sort of greeting.

she doesn’t.

after several seconds of [y/n] staring at her fidgeting hands — throughout the awkward silence — she groans.

“you should’ve just left me in my room with my books.” she grumbles.

[y/n]’s response shocked jj — most kooks jump at the opportunity to talk about themselves.

but, [y/n]? she couldn’t feel more sick to her stomach and uncomfortable to be under the spotlight and attention of her best friends’ group of friends.

that day was the most uncomfortable she’d ever felt in her entire life.

even with all of the events she’s forced to go to — this doesn’t really help her very well with her anxiety — the feeling of not being welcomed by the pogues was still one of the worst experiences she’d ever endured.

sure, john b and pope were as welcome as ever — with them being completely in love with sarah and kiara, they trusted them immediately when they insisted, so many times, that even though their best friend happened to be a kook, [y/n] was nothing like rafe, or any of the other cocky kooks that the pogues had to deal with daily.

but, jj, however, was quiet, discreetly observing the nervous girl.

after that day was over, [y/n] went back up to her room, trying to hold back the humiliated tears that tried to desperately escape.

she barely ever left her room after that, too embarrassed of her shy behavior.

she wished that she could just be confident for once. but, the complicated life she lived, made it harder for her.

but, when [y/n] did leave her house again — it was about almost an entire month later — it was to go to the beach and to relax.

little did she know that she’d run into the pogues, including jj.

the second time:

[y/n] was reading her book, feet resting comfortably in between the sand and the water.

she had finally gotten some peace away from the hectic atmosphere of the place she was supposed to call home.

hearing a bunch of hollers, followed by footsteps, she looks up.

there the pogues stand, excited looks on their faces. all except jj, who simply wears a curious expression.

“h—hey, you guys!” [y/n] says, managing to keep the stutters to a minimum.

“hey, [y/n]. reading your book?” pope asks, nodding to the hard copy in her hand.

she nods, grateful to herself for not screwing up yet.

after a few moments of awkward silence, pope clears his throat as he scratches at the back of his head in pure awkwardness.

“well, it was nice talking to you.” he says, before motioning to his girlfriend to follow after him.

“we’re, uh, gonna go out to the water.” he says as quickly as possible, pulling kiara with him, who waves at her friend with a smile, before excitedly racing him into the water.

john b rolls his eyes at his friend’s weirdness.

“yeah, sorry about him. he’s really bad at handling awkward conversations.” he states, letting out his own awkwardness through a small chuckle.

[y/n] nods nervously, before speaking up herself. “he and i have that in common.” her lips twist and press in together to form her famously-known awkward smile.

suddenly, jj speaks up. “hey, kook princess.”

she snaps her head up to look at him, half shocked that he’s even talking directly to her, and the other half hurt that he only sees her as a kook. isn’t she more than just some social status?

“oh… um, hi.” she mumbles, trying to ignore the unshed tears that are now clouding her [y/e/c] eyes.

noticing the hurt look on her best friend’s face, sarah glares at jj, almost as if asking him, “what the hell is your problem?”

jj falters, mentally cursing himself for his words coming out so wrong. idiot, idiot, idiot. the girls just told you that she’s not like the rest of those assholes and only trying to prove herself to you! and what do you do? you call her the one thing she hates being called the most. dumbass.

as more negative thoughts begin to cross his mind, jj bites down onto his bottom lip, trying hard not to be his usual rude self.

now, of course, there’s nothing wrong with him being himself.

except, for the fact that [y/n] is a very sensitive girl.

if he says anything else — similar to the nickname he’d just called her, or any of the other bad things he said about her, without even knowing her — it could ruin any chances of actually getting to know the girl.

john b notices the growing tension growing between both jj and [y/n] and decides that this is the time to pull his girlfriend away from all the awkwardness.

sarah hesitates.

“[y/n/n], are you going to be okay over here?” she asks gently, ignoring the maybank boy as he moves to sit down beside her best friend — she’s obviously annoyed at him for being so insulting towards [y/n], whether it was intentional or not.

sensing the annoyance of his best friend’s girlfriend being directed at him, jj looks down at the sand and starts to trace his fingers around it absentmindedly.

[y/n] sighs and looks up at her friend.

“yep. all good.” she states as she flashes a fake smile towards her worried friend.

sarah wears an unconvinced expression, brows knitting together in further concern for her best friend.

“i promise.” [y/n] states once more, in order to convince her best friend, as she waves her book around in the air as proof.

“see? i’ve got this entire book to myself. now, go have fun with your boyfriend and pope and kie, alright?”

reluctantly, sarah nods and allows john b to tug her to enter the water.

it’s quiet for the next few moments — aside from the excited yells of the rest of the pogues — as [y/n] opens up her book once more.

just when she begins to start reading again, jj nervously clears his throat as he glances over at her.

[y/n] stops reading, waiting for him to say what he needs to, but keeps her eyes trained on her book as she closes it once again.

“i—i’m sorry.” he murmurs quietly, swallowing his pride as she whips her head up in his direction.

“w—what?” she croaks out, due to becoming so emotional over the nickname he’d recently just called her seconds ago.

realizing how dry her throat is, [y/n] shakes her head and clears her throat.

“what do you mean?” she asks again, voice more clear.

“for the way i treated you before knowing you — for insulting you. and for just now calling you ‘kook princess’. i don’t know why i said it, but i genuinely didn’t mean for it to hurt you.” he admits, shrugging as she lets out a breath of shock.

“wow.” she breathes, causing him to quirk a raised brow at her.

“what?” he questions, face going from his once nervous one, to his all-too-familiar cocky one.

“pogue caught your tongue?” he teases, before throwing a wink at her, attempting to lighten the mood with his cheesy pun.

she laughs — real and cute, rather than the fake one she always uses around people she doesn’t trust — and jj finds himself liking the sound.

“no. i just… from the way the girls talked about you — when they were trying to convince me to give you a chance — i’d assumed you were a flirty guy who held his pride against everything else. it’s just refreshing to know you’re not like every other guy around here.” she explains, wearing a thoughtful smile.

jj chuckles, shaking his head.

he doesn’t say anything as a light seems to go off in [y/n]’s head.

“also, don’t worry about hurting me. i’ve been hurt plenty in my life, and i don’t expect for that stop now — i’m used to it.” she murmurs, trying keep her ‘i’m fine’ mask on her face, in order to hide the face of a broken girl with a not-so-perfect-life — she just got him to be, at least, civil with her.

she wasn’t going to do anything that would ruin that.

jj’s eyes widen in shock, again being left speechless by the mysterious girl as she shrugs and goes back to her book.

to say [y/n] left him more curious about her than before, would be an understatement.

before they’d officially met, he knew of her family and was almost absolutely sure that she had this picture perfect life as a kook.

but, hearing those words fall from her lips and upon noticing the far-away look on her face, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else going on in her life — something not-so-great.

if only he knew how bad her life really was.

and sure enough, there was other things going on — things that would surprise him more than the last.

a few weeks later, when she’d been invited by the pogues to hang out with them in town, [y/n] proves jj wrong about having a great life as a kook.

but, sadly, it wasn’t a happy moment of being left surprised — it was more of a terrifying moment for the both of them.

the third time:

“what the hell is this, [y/n]?!” an angry voice exclaims — one belonging only to her ex-boyfriend — as he races over to her and her newfound friends.

she freezes, wincing, as a chill goes through her body over hearing that all-too-familiar voice.

turning to sarah, she utters her words in only a hoarse whisper. “h—he’s right b—behind me, isn’t he?”

[y/n] watches as her friend nervously nods.

ignoring the curious and confused looks of the boys, a trembling sigh leaves her lips as sarah watches her brother, hoping to god he won’t do anything in public.

“oh, god.” [y/n] mumbles shakily, clenching her eyes shut in fear.

kiara steps forward, knowing the terrified look on her friend’s face all-too-well.

“you don’t have to talk to him, y’know? we can go somewhere else.” she murmurs gently, not wanting her friend to go through this alone.

[y/n] opens her eyes and shakes her head, keeping the unshed tears at bay.

“kie, don’t you get it? i can’t. he’ll never leave me alone. i have to.” she whispers, more to herself than to her friend.

kiara nods, sighing.

pope and john b turn to each other, wearing the same confused look, having also noticed how scared the girl is.

jj simply watches [y/n], an unexpected wave of worry and concern over her filling him.

with another trembling sigh leaving her lips, she slowly turns around to face rafe, plastering on a calm, but fake, smile onto her lips.

“hi. h—how are you?” she asks, barely able to get the words out as she walks over to him.

“‘how am i’? oh, man. i wonder how i am, when i see my girlfriend slutting it up with trash and my sister?” he exclaims, directing glares towards the pogues.

[y/n]’s lips form into a frown, brows furrowing.

“rafe, there’s no need to be rude. just because they don’t come from figure eight, doesn’t mean they’re trash.” she shakily says, trying not to talk too much to the point of enraging him.

“and secondly, i think you’re forgetting that we’re not together anymore.” she mumbles uncomfortably, glancing away from him to notice the crowd of people that have started to watch the exchange between the ex-couple.

rafe’s eyes — ones that she used to absolutely adore — light up in irritation.

“how dare you talk to me like that?” he spits out, instantly grabbing onto her wrist — a little too harshly, might i add — causing a shocked, but scared, gasp to leave her lips as she looks up at him again through fear.

despite not knowing her that well, jj steps forward, jaw clenching as he notices the familiarly terrified look on [y/n]’s face — he knows abuse when he sees it.

sarah notices too, stepping forward. “rafe, let go of her! you’re hurting her!” she exclaims, glaring at him.

rafe ignores her.

instead, he yanks [y/n]’s arm and pulls her into an alley, away from the pogues, assuming they’ll mind their own business.

he slams her against the wall, only becoming more frustrated by every second as she whimpers in absolute terror.

as his breaths become more shallow, trying to calm himself down, the pogues arrive at the end of the alley, watching the situation unfold before their eyes in shock.

“rafe—” [y/n] begins to say, only for him to lose it and abruptly back-hand her in a harsh slap.

a sharp cry leaves her lips as she shakily lifts her hand up to cup her now red and marked cheek.

“did i fucking say you could speak?” rafe seethes angrily as the pogues gasp in shock — all of them, except for jj, who begins to start walking forward in clear frustration and beginning to feel a strong protective instinct for [y/n].

rafe looks up, noticing jj walking forward and the rest of the pogues following behind him.

not feeling like dealing with them, he turns back to his ex-girlfriend and spits in her face, “stay the fuck away from them.”

then, he lets go of her and walks off before jj can quite reach him.

the girls rush over to their friend as [y/n] falls to the ground in a state of both shock and pain.

“[y/n]! are you okay?” kiara cries out, tears falling to her cheeks as she and sarah try to lift [y/n] up.

as jj catches [y/n]’s eyes, worry takes over him as he notices her expression.

“i—i’m fine. i’m fine.” she says, looking like she’s lost in her own thoughts.

there’s a look in her eyes, one that makes all of the pogues share the same concerned expressions.

that day was a huge wake-up call for [y/n].

now that her friends had witnessed that entire situation between rafe and herself — it was sadly a normal occurrence — she had a lot of explaining to do.

the pogues had brought her back to the chateau.

they also let her shower and calm down a bit, before they actually sat her down and asked her about what had happened with her ex-boyfriend.

but, when she explained it, that what happened in the alley wasn’t the first time, that’s when they all put the pieces together — rafe was abusing her throughout most of their relationship.

sarah and kiara were nonetheless shocked, since they’re [y/n]’s best friends and hadn’t known that information — all they knew was that rafe was emotionally abusive towards her, not physically abusive.

they’d gotten up and hugged [y/n] so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe, both crying about how sorry they were.

although, sarah was sorry more than anyone else, feeling so guilty that her brother would do those terrible things to her best friend.

john b and pope didn’t ask her to talk about her experiences, but made sure she knew that they’d always be there for her.

and jj? well, let’s just say they became a lot more closer than before.

but, the next time she leaves him shocked, it’s more of a pained shock than anything else.

the fourth time:

her current conversation with kiara is abruptly interrupted when [y/n]’s eyes catch something across the area of john b’s place that absolutely breaks her heart.

her heart stops as she gapes at the scene before her, kiara’s statement going completely over her head as she freezes and her phone slips right through her now shaky hands.

the carrera girl herself stops her statement when she jumps in surprise at the sound of [y/n]’s phone hitting the ground.

“[y/n/n]? honey, what’s going on?” she questions, waiting for her friend to answer her.

but, she doesn’t.

[y/n]’s [y/e/c] eyes fill up with blinding tears as she continues to watch jj and his random hookup dance in the middle of the boneyard.

kiara decides to watch what her friend is clearly watching in pain.

both [y/n] and kiara watch as the touron practically shoves her tongue down the maybank boy’s throat.

after noticing the devastation and heartache in her friend’s tearful gaze, kiara places a gentle hand on [y/n]’s shoulder.

she gives her an understanding nod, when [y/n] jumps in shock, snapping out of her daze, and turning to her. 

kiara drops down to the ground to hand her friend her dropped phone. 

once [y/n] has her cell phone in her hands, she shoves it into her back pocket and sighs shakily.

looking back over at kiara, [y/n] nods back to her, motioning for her to lead her to the beer keg as a distraction from the fact that the boy she’s grown to love is flirting with someone other than her.

but, letting [y/n] use alcohol as a distraction probably wasn’t the best idea.

especially, because of her family’s history of alcoholism — although, this is something [y/n] had kept a secret from the pogues, including, sarah and kiara. 

so, how could kiara have known that her best friend’s family are mostly alcoholics?

or that things at home haven’t been all-perfect for [y/n] — like everyone had assumed.

how could she have known that the reason [y/n] always rejected the idea of drinking, or ever going near alcohol, was because she didn’t want to become the one thing she hates the most?

and how could she know that because of the fact that she saw jj with some other girl, it had been the final and last straw that made [y/n] give up on fighting her alcoholic gene and just let herself mix her emotions with alcohol?

how could anyone know any of those things, when [y/n] rarely ever opens up about her personal life and hates being vulnerable?

but, it didn’t matter that she was on the verge of becoming like her parents.

it didn’t matter, because — soon enough — the truth was going to spill out. one way or another.

it all started when [y/n] had become completely drunk off of her ass and ended up dancing with some touron.

kiara had gone to sit with pope, around the fire, not realizing of the tension that was slowly growing between her two best friends.

and [y/n] was only getting more and more intoxicated by every second.

by this point, jj has already taken notice of this.

it’s almost like a bomb is ticking it’s countdown over the next few minutes as jj and [y/n] stare heatedly at each other; she continues to dance drunkenly with the stranger behind her and jj continues to stare at her with an unreadable expression as the girl beside him tries to desperately grab his attention.

it’s almost as if time has frozen — like everyone else falls away — and it’s just them, staring at each other with equally longing and jealous expressions.

and then, [y/n] annoyedly turns away from him and walks back over to the keg, the stranger following behind her like a lost puppy.

as she fills up her cup once more and goes to down more of the alcohol, she pretends to not care about the fact that jj walks over to them with the girl — the one that he’d been flirting with before — trailing behind with a bored and annoyed look.

“are you done?” he questions in a strained voice, his expression clearly showing how jealous he is. or mad.

but, at this point, [y/n] is too drunk to notice.

an annoyed look crosses her face as she takes one big gulp, before slamming the cup into the guy’s hands from behind her, the drink slightly sloshing around in its cup and hitting the top of his shirt.

then, she turns back to jj, brows arched in that way that always says she’s thinking, “really?”

“excuse me? jj, do you have a problem with me having a good time?” she questions in a surely displeased tone as she cocks her head to the the side as she glares at him, almost challenging him to piss her off — this is a very rare moment for her, considering she’s never this confident.

at this point, the only reason she’s being so confident and open like this, is because of the fact that she’s not even sober at the moment.

his jaw clenches, obviously trying to keep his cool as he speaks next through gritted teeth, “i don’t think you should be drinking so much. especially, when you’re so wasted that you’re not even aware of your own actions.” his voice is so deep and rough that if she weren’t so intoxicated, she’d actually pay attention to the way her heart stops and how her stomach drops at the tone of his voice.

if she weren’t acting out over being jealous, she may even admit how turned on his tone of voice makes her. but, she doesn’t.

instead, she just watches as he nods to the guy behind her, who’s shamelessly and not-so-discreetly checking her out.

as [y/n] turns back to jj, a cocky smirk makes its way to her lips.

“oh my god. you’re—you’re jealous… aren’t you?” she exclaims, bursting into fits of her own drunk version of her normal laughs.

jj’s eyes harden and his jaw clenches even harder than before.

he doesn’t answer, the truth already speaking in volumes.

and before [y/n] can say anything else to tease him, his latest hookup decides to speak up in an annoyed voice. “you have a lot of nerve — treating him like this.”

[y/n]’s eyes narrow into a glare as her eyes catch the one’s behind her best friend.

“how about you keep your damn mouth shut, bitch? it’s not my fault that jj can’t just let me have fun for once.” she spits out annoyedly, wondering why this desperate girl was trying to talk to her.

she scoffs.

“are you kidding me? you’ve been teasing him all fucking night. can’t you just let him be happy for once?” the girl exclaims, an angry look on her face as jj rolls his eyes at the cat fight he’s now stuck in the middle of.

[y/n] herself rolls her eyes, before turning back to the touron behind her to grab her drink.

then, she mutters, “whatever,” and stalks past them, hitting her shoulder against the girl’s shoulder.

what’s unexpected though, is the way the girl becomes so pissed off at [y/n]’s behavior that she pushes her at the wrong time.

as one of her heeled feet is about to hit the ground, her other foot twists in an unnatural way and it causes her to fall in the wrong way and hit her head.

that night — after jj rushed her to the hospital to get her head and ankle checked out — was a game changer for the two of them.

not only did [y/n] remember the way she had acted — and hated herself for it so much that she refused to touch alcohol ever again — but she and jj had grown closer than ever, their feelings almost becoming more well-known.

it had become incredibly obvious that they were both jealous that night at the party.

but still, only to everyone, except for them.

and the very last time that she left jj speechless? it was the worst moment yet.

because things at home were only worse for [y/n] than jj — or the rest of the pogues — had anticipated.

and jj sure as hell wasn’t expecting them to have so many things in common.

the fifth time:

sniffling, she wipes away the tears that keep falling — despite her trying to will them to stay at bay — as the breathless sobs leave her body.

[y/n] walks up the steps to her bedroom — her only safe space — as she tries to ignore the aching and agonizing pain throughout all over her body.

her parents had been their normal drunk selves, barely holding on because of how completely intoxicated they were.

and [y/n] had cautiously limped inside the living room and her nervous eyes and scared expression was all it took for them to start their violent hits that always left her feeling broken and traumatized.

and here she is, crying her eyes out in pain and on the verge of a panic attack as she enters her room and slides down the door shakily, once she quietly shuts it.

although, what she isn’t expecting, is to find jj sitting on her bed at that single moment, confused, to say the least.

he obviously snook in through her bedroom window to check on her — like he’d been doing for the past week, ever since her accident at the party.

“princess? what—what happened?” he questions, ignoring her shocked expression and moving to kneel down in front of her, cautiously touching her face to assess the dark marks on her face.

sniffling, she cries once more.

“j…” she trails off in a broken voice, not sure of how to explain the situation.

he furrows his brows confusedly for a few seconds.

and then, it’s as if he finally puts all the pieces together. “d—did your parents do this?” he questions, tone full of both of worry and heartache for her.

too embarrassed of the entire situation, she just nods, tears spilling down to her cheeks.

noticing them, jj gently wipes them away, as if they were never there.

but, as she begins to cry more by every second, his heart breaks in half — he never wanted her to ever experience the things that he does.

and he nearly can’t breathe at the sight of her so broken and hurt.

—————

“YOU ALRIGHT?” JOHN B QUESTIONS gently towards the now quiet girl, who’s sitting on his couch, knees tensely pressed to her chest as she stares off into space.

after finding out about her abuse, jj brought [y/n] over to the chateau.

but, little did either of them know that he was going to leave her so speechless by the end of the day — more speechless than even she had left him.

[y/n] doesn’t answer her friend.

she doesn’t hear him — his voice sounds so far away that she doesn’t even bother paying attention to it.

and even as some of the others try to get her attention, she still doesn’t answer.

she’s too far stuck in her thoughts.

all she can think about is why and how things have gotten so bad for her.

she also wonders where jj is.

because — at the end of the day — he’s the only one that can calm her down and make her feel safe.

and he’s nowhere to be seen.

sighing in defeat, john b nods for the rest of his friends to meet him in the kitchen and away from their friend in order to give her the space she needs.

“do you know what’s going on?” sarah asks worriedly, concern for her friend seeping through her tone of voice.

he shakes his head regretfully.

“all i know is that jj brought her here earlier. she’s been out most of the time, before you guys got here. but, i have a feeling that whatever’s going on, it has to do with the new marks on her face.” he states, becoming worried himself.

as much as kiara, sarah, and jj had grown incredibly close to the girl, [y/n] had also grown to look up to john b — pope, too — as a big brother.

and john b sees her as a little sister he needs to protect.

so, seeing her in this numb state of shock and obvious pain breaks his heart.

at the mention of [y/n]’s newly-added bruises, the group glances back at her, easily noticing the panicking expression on her face and the uneven breaths leaving her.

kiara — she notices this is the same behavior [y/n] had after they found out about rafe — inhales sharply, before turning back to john b.

“do you think rafe got to her? you know he hasn’t been very nice about her being friends with us.” she asks him, anxiously gnawing on her bottom lip.

the door of the chateau suddenly opens and jj walks inside, causing everyone to stop their hushed whispering.

the pogues don’t say anything as they watch jj walk over to [y/n], who’s breathing has become much more heavier and shallower.

she doesn’t notice him at first, her eyesight completely blurry as she worries about the panic attack that she’s almost about on the verge of.

she hears him call out her name.

but, when she feels his hand placing itself onto her one of her ankles — trying to bring her any comfort that he can — she snaps out of her thoughts.

[y/n] looks down at him, her vision clearing, once she blinks away the blurriness a few times.

her tears roll down her cheeks, still struggling to breathe a bit, but seeing jj calms her down instantly.

“j?” she questions shakily, voice hoarse as she reaches out to touch his hand, as if he wasn’t really there in front of her and would disappear once she touched him.

realizing this, his eyes soften and he places his other hand over hers, squeezing it to reassure her that everything is going to be fine.

“yeah, i’m here.” he murmurs softly, a gentle smile placed on his lips.

john b — along with pope and sarah — watch the exchange between both jj and [y/n] in shock, considering they’ve never seen their friend so worried and affectionate towards another girl.

but, [y/n]’s different.

kiara, however, watches with a prideful expression, after having seen her two friends act this way with each other so many times since they met.

there was just something about their connection.

[y/n] smiles appreciatively down at him, eyes twinkling with adoration for the boy knelt in front of her.

jj’s breath almost gets caught in his throat at the way she looks at him — the way that he’s been longing for, for months now.

although, before he can say anything, john b clears his throat.

jj whips his head up to confusedly look at his friend, who simply nods for him to follow him and their friends into the kitchen.

hesitant on leaving [y/n], jj turns back to face her.

“go ahead. i’ll be outside.” she softly murmurs, moving to stand up.

as jj nods, she walks out the door and into the warm weather, hoping the sun will help her feel better.

as the maybank boy walks into the kitchen, meeting his friends with a confused expression, he waits for them to ask the question he knows they’re all desperate to ask.

“jj, what happened? did rafe do… th—that to her?” sarah questions, hoping that her brother has given up on harassing and abusing her friend.

after hearing the name of [y/n]’s ex-boyfriend, jj can’t help it as his jaw ticks.

“no, sarah. rafe didn’t do this. it was her parents. she said that they’re alcoholics and that’s why she doesn’t drink because she doesn’t want to turn into them. and apparently, this hasn’t been the first time that they’ve… hurt her.” he states in a strained voice, barely able to think about all the terrible things she’s been put through for the past months.

the rest of the pogues gape at him, surely appalled at the information about their friend.

however, sarah and kiara are the most shocked of all of them.

sure, the boys — except for jj, of course — of the group care very much about [y/n] like a sister.

but, the girls, are her best friends.

and just like finding out about rafe’s abusive behavior towards [y/n], this is yet another secret that they hadn’t known about.

so, of course, it’s going to hurt them to realize the whole truth of their assumed-happy friend.

and to realize that [y/n] was only faking her happiness and pretending her life was at least good, hurts them to even think about.

“so, she’s been suffering and feeling completely miserable this entire time… and none of us noticed?” sarah questions, tears starting to become visible.

noticing the upset behavior of his girlfriend, john b, also in shock, moves to put an arm around her shoulder and pulls her into his embrace, allowing her to feel some sort of comfort over this new information.

“w—well, why didn’t she tell us?” kiara questions, both emotional and irritated, clearly showing how upset she is that her friend hasn’t told her about something so big in her life that’s been causing her unhappiness and god knows what else.

ignoring the irritated tone of his close friend, jj sighs.

“she probably felt embarrassed and didn’t want to burden us. i mean, you guys all know how i was acting, when i was first going through the same thing with my dad — it’s not something you want to admit, or talk about.” as jj finishes defending [y/n]’s actions — despite, feeling sad himself that she didn’t tell him sooner — pope nods in agreement.

“guys… you know that he’s right. we all know that [y/n] hates being vulnerable and opening up. in fact, we know the most that she thinks that she has to be happy, all the time, and pretend to be fine because she doesn’t want us to see her pain,” pope says, pausing as kiara sighs but nods, and john b and sarah silently agree with their friend. “it’s not her fault that she feels that way. habits are hard to break. so, all we can do now, is support her and be there for her and help her in any way we can. because she’s more than just a friend to us — she’s family. and what do we do for family?” he questions seriously, feeling protective over his friend and understanding why she hid this secret from them and yet, still remaining on her side.

kiara frowns, already knowing the answer before she utters it, feeling guilty for being so upset with her friend — she knows she’d understand [y/n]’s decision more than anyone else. “we protect and take care of family.”

as kiara says what they’re all thinking, john b sighs. “and that’s what we’re going to do.” he states, starting to walk towards the door, but jj stops him.

“wait.” jj says, grabbing onto his friend’s shoulder.

john b turns to him, confusion written on his features.

“what? we need to show her that she can talk to us and that we’re not going abandon her.” he continues to say, not understanding his friend’s actions.

“i know. but, she’s clearly overwhelmed by everything. if we all go over there and try to talk about what happened, she’ll feel smothered and uncomfortable. even though you have good intentions, we need to give her the space she needs.” jj explains, raising a brow at john b.

john b sighs in defeat, nodding.

as he begins to walk back to his girlfriend, he stops as he realizes something.

“you know what?” he asks out loud as he turns back to his best friend.

jj raises his eyebrows in question, waiting for him to continue on.

“i think you’re right that we shouldn’t talk to her. however, you should.” john b continues, a small smirk on his lips, looking as if he knows something that jj doesn’t.

jj’s brows furrow in confusion.

“what? what are you talking about, dude?” he questions, looking past his friend to see if the others know what he’s talking about.

but, whether they do or not, they don’t show it.

“everyone here knows you’re in love with her. it’s obvious. and guess what? she so-happens to be in love with you too. so, you’re the only person that she’d possibly actually accept to let in or to talk to.” john b states as if the truth is so obvious.

and you know what? he’s right.

but the thing is, jj doesn’t want to admit that he’s right.

in fact, he’s in denial.

“wha—dude, no. i don’t know what you’re talking about. i only see her as a sister, alright?!” jj exclaims through only denial and irritation, lying through his teeth and throwing his hands up in the air incredulously. 

the truth is, he’s scared of his feelings and what it could do to his friendship with [y/n].

i mean, ever since she came into his life, she changed him.

and she saw something in him that he never saw in himself and it terrifies him.

john b gives him a pointed look. “yeah, you do, jj.” he murmurs, noticing the scared look in his eyes.

jj stammers, “n—no. i can’t.” he digs his fingers into his messy blonde hair, stressed out of his mind.

“you do. and it scares you. i know it does, because i can see the look on your face. but, so is she — it’s why she hasn’t said anything to you. but, it doesn’t matter how scared you guys are. because she needs you more than anything right now. and deep down, you know it too, jj.” kiara says this time, stepping towards him.

jj sputters nervously, not understanding how he can actually deny his feelings to the point of his friends actually believing it.

“i know you’re scared. it’s understandable. but, don’t you know that that’s what falling for someone is? love always requires sacrifice. in this case, it’s yours and [y/n]’s fear of getting hurt and of ruining your friendship. but, you have to do it.” kiara says once more, placing a comforting hand on the maybank boy’s shaking arm.

jj shakily nods, taking in a deep breath.

after seeing their friend’s acceptance, sarah and pope step forward with supportive smiles.

“go get the girl, buddy.” pope encouragingly states and jj nods.

then, he’s rushing outside, only to find [y/n] at the shore of the beach, her feet dipping into the cool water.

“hey, princess.” he calls out, quickly getting her attention.

she smiles and waves as he walks over.

“hey, j. is everything okay with our friends?” she questions worriedly.

he sighs and nods, heart fluttering at the worry she has for him.

“y—yeah. everything’s fine. don’t worry about it, okay?” he murmurs, moving to sit down beside her.

she nods, deciding to move closer to him and lean her head on his shoulder.

but, as she begins to remember the terrible things she’s been through — for so long — tears resurface.

“when did everything get so bad?” she questions in a trembling tone of voice.

hearing the pain in her voice, jj turns to her and presses a kiss to her temple.

“i know you’ve been through a lot. but, if anyone can get through it, it’s you.” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“god… what did i do to deserve a friend like you?” she questions, tears escaping to her cheeks as his heart stops at the word ‘friend’.

“speaking of being friends, i—i need to tell you something, [y/n].” he murmurs nervously, causing her to turn to him confusedly.

“the thing is… i—i’m in love with you. i’ve been for awhile. i just didn’t admit it because i was scared of rejection and of ruining our friendship. the truth is, i knew there was something special about you. sure, i was cautious of you and i didn’t trust you right away. but, there was something about you that i just couldn’t shake. and ever since we met, i’ve found myself falling deeper in love with you every single day. i’ve never felt this way about anyone. and if you’ll have me, i want to see where this goes and i wanna try it out.” he says, after a few seconds of growing some confidence and courage.

[y/n] gapes in shock, not sure that any of this is real.

but, when she doesn’t answer, he assumes the worst.

sighing, he mumbles, “i’m sorry. forget i brought any of this up.”

but, before he can fully stand up, she shakily and nervously grabs onto his forearm and tries to ignore the anxiety rumbling deep within her as she pulls him towards her.

then, she kisses him.

a sound of shock leaves his mouth, but when he realizes what’s happening, he kisses her back with so much love for her that they both find themselves pulling away for much needed air.

“w—wow.” [y/n] murmurs, a huge grin placed on her lips.

he smirks, no longer nervous at all.

“i take it that means you feel the same?” he questions with waggling eyebrows.

“well, yeah. i don’t kiss my friends like that.” she sarcastically states, raising her eyebrows up at him.

“i sure as hell fucking hope not.” he grumbles, before pulling her in for another kiss, pulling her onto his lap, so that she’s straddling him.

she giggles in between kisses, feeling the happiest she’s ever felt before.

[poiseuns]

『 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑿 ! 』

❥ a/n: this will only be available on TUMBLR. NOT AO3. and yes, this is the infamous birthday sex smut that you may have read on Play and heard about on tiktok. however this is not apart of the Play series anymore. DO NOT SHARE MY WORKS ON TIKTOK. also, if it’s ur birthday while reading this, happy birthday and i hope you enjoy 🥳

❥ wc: 3,524

❥ warnings: 🚂, cuckolding, degrading, slapping, double penetration, size kink, choking, mind break, overstimulation

❥ pairings: nanami, toji, gojo, getou, choso x reader

❥ summary: you come downstairs to show nanami your lingerie gift, only to see four other men who planned a surprise “bday party” for you.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Nanami's words were the first thing you heard before you woke up from your afternoon nap. You rubbed your eyes and searched the room for the presence of a tall man in blond hair. Sadly, he was nowhere to be seen. All that was left was an elegant box-shaped gift nearby.

Ooh, you mused at the gift. It was one of those fancy boxes that open magnetically when you lift the latch. However, the latch was tied back with silk ribbon. Your curiosity fed onto you, and since it was your birthday, there was no harm in opening it.

You sit on your legs and untied the fine ribbon, then proceeded to open the latch of the sleek plastic box. You were greeted with peach-colored tissue paper draped over something black. You unfold it, revealing the lace of a black lingerie set that made your eyes glitter.

You clamp over your mouth as your cheeks flourished from excitement and appreciation. It's so fucking pretty, you thought as you held it out in front of you. Does Nanami want me to wear this for him?

A moment later, after you slipped off your clothes and tried on Nanami's gift, you couldn't help but take pictures of yourself in the mirror. The sheer black thigh highs with adjustable garters straps hooked on, the strappy detailing, the way how the sheer fine lace complements the curves of your body— it was a provocative, yet stunning set. And it was just your size.

You take one last picture of yourself in the mirror and grinned. It's fascinating how Nanami paid attention to everything about you and decided to spoil you like this. He never failed to surprise you.

Meanwhile, Nanami was downstairs on his laptop at the kitchen table, not wanting to disturb your beauty sleep. Today was a special day for meant for you only, but unfortunately he was working. He multi-tasked and searched for places to visit just for the two of you.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Nanami grunted and dragged himself out of the chair to walk to the door. The moment he opened it, he was greeted by two familiar faces. He scrunched his face in confusion as confetti was thrown into his hair.

"Happy birthday!" Gojo exclaimed, his arm wrapped around his best friend Getou. When they both opened their eyes from grinning widely, their mouths drop open in bewilderment.

"Oh shit," Getou uttered. Both of their bodies were completely frozen at the doorway. "You're not—"

"I told you to wait for me," said another irritated voice approaching the door. "Now you wasted the confetti."

"Choso? You actually came!" Gojo exulted, turning his head back at a man with two messy buns tied back wearing a leather jacket, cuffed jeans, and Doc Martens.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Nanami asked bluntly, folding his arms nonchalantly.

"Did you seriously forget? We're here because it's your girl's birthday today! Have you checked the group chat?" Gojo bickered, adjusting his round sunglasses.

"Groupchat? Oh, the one that you constantly spammed in?" Nanami recalled.

"Yeah, that one," Getou sighed. "Did you mute it? I don't blame you if you did, but you should've at least known we were coming over today."

Nanami opens his phone, turning off the do not disturb option. "Sorry guys. I've been working."

"Of course you were," Gojo groaned, rolling his eyes. "You were in charge of inviting the female guests that she was close to since you have their info. Now she's stuck celebrating it with a small group of men."

"I mean, that's not bad," Choso shrugged. "She can still celebrate with all of us since we're close with her. I don't see the problem."

"You're right," Getou reassures. "How about we throw a surprise party for her here.”

"Good idea!" Gojo exclaimed bubbly. "Nanami, is it okay for us to do that for her? You can join us if you'd like."

Nanami stared down at the ground and sighed. He'd feel bad if he declined the offer. The sudden dedication of making your birthday extra special sparked a little bit of hope inside. Maybe he can make it up to you with the help of Getou, Gojo, and Choso.

"The hell are y'all doing here?" another approaching voice said, this time more gravelly and husky.

"Toji?" Nanami rose a brow. "I thought you were coming in tomorrow."

Everyone turned around at a tall, buff man with dark hair and a scar at the edge of his lips. Toji gave a small smile as he stood behind Choso with his hands in the pockets of his oversized sweater. "Change of schedule and I lost my phone. I couldn't reach you so I had to pass by. What's going on?"

"Surprise birthday party," Choso replied.

"Oh, how fun. It's your girl's birthday today, correct?"

"All of you. . . just come inside," Nanami sighed.

"Finally! We've been standing out here for so fucking long," Gojo exasperated, leading the crowd of men inside the house where Nanami shut the door behind.

"So. Tell me the plan."

As you were getting ready from refreshing yourself after your nap, you overheard some low voices from downstairs. After a moment, the voices parted and it was dead silent. You glanced at your closet for a cardigan, dragging it from the hangar and throwing it on as you leave the room.

You feel the chill in your blood surge as you crept down the stairs. The cold and tense silence made your heart almost falter when you reached the living room. The lights were off, but the sunlight peeling through the closed wooden blinds were enough to tell you that Nanami was nowhere to be found.

"Nanami?" you muttered softly, eyes wondering for his figure.

Right as you approach the center of the living room where the couches were, the lights suddenly turned on. Your body froze as you feel a pair of hands drape on your shoulders from behind, bringing the synapses of your brain completely still. Three familiar men popped out from behind the couch. Another man popped out from behind the pillar.

"Surprise! Happy birthd—"

The moment their eyes landed on you and your attire, they were at a loss of words. Your jaw slacked open as you couldn't find a way to process everything going on. It made your face burn, grinning in embarrassment. It didn't take long for them to realize as well.

This cannot be real, you panicked inside. No fucking way this is happening right now.

A man with white hair and round sunglasses that you recognized as Gojo stood up and cleared his throat obnoxiously. "Well, damn."

You turned around, noticing Nanami was the one that held onto your shoulders. "What— what's going on?" you asked, the palms of your hand beginning to feel clammy.

Nanami's eyes grew wide and held his breath as you face him. You feel his eyes tracing up and down at the lingerie set you were wearing and your bare skin that easily fed into his feral desires.

"Talk about a surprise," said a dark haired man with an oversized sweater who you recall as Toji. He walked towards you two with his hands in his pockets and gave a sly smirk.

"Right?” Nanami mused, gazing down at your body. His husky, warm voice gave an inviting tone that made your spine almost shiver.

The rest of the men circled around you. You feel the beat of your heart pound rapidly as if there was no way to escape this. You inhaled deeply and breathed out calmly. "You guys all planned a surprise birthday party for me?"

"Well, it was mainly me," said Gojo, narrowing his eyes at you as if he wanted to see more of what was under that lingerie set. "We just weren't expecting you to come in looking like that. . ."

"And this was my gift for you," Nanami smirked, his hands tracing onto your waist. "You look stunning in that, don't you guys agree?"

"Oh yeah," a man with two messy buns tied back mused, who you remember as Choso. He loved the tincture of laced lingerie on anyone, almost like a potion of provocation that aroused his fantasies.

"She does, huh." Another man with dark hair tied to a singular bun teased, known as Getou. It completely caught him off guard when he saw your enticing attire, especially when you weren't expecting guests to arrive at your house.

You were caught in the overwhelming moment. It entertained you inside; that feeling of being the center of attention within a group. Especially a group of men. It made you almost feel heated down there, feeling Nanami's hands roaming from behind and shutting your eyes as he pulled off your cardigan for the rest of the men to see.

He grabs your chin, seeing your face in pure bliss from the arousing atmosphere that made him smirk. "Like the idea of my friends seeing your body? You like having all the attention on you?"

You reply with a subtle nod, too bashful to admit but at the same time you've been dreaming of a fantasy like this to occur at least once in your life.

"Well today's a special day for you, birthday girl. We're gonna give you exactly what you want."

Before you know it, you faltered down onto your knees, watching the men take off jackets and shirts and undo the zippers of their pants. Nanami closes in on you first with his cock, where you gladly allow him to slide in your throat. You raised both of your hands up, finding the grip of two more travel through your palms. Not too tight, not too loose, but enough to not make the men feel uncomfortable.

All eyes were on you as they switched positions of who's taking your throat and who's receiving the hand jobs. You find yourself staring up into Gojo with half lidded eyes, gliding up and down with your warm tongue. Soft groans reverberated through your ears from the others.

"Wow, who knew the birthday girl could be such a cute little slut," Gojo teases, followed by Getou and Toji chuckling.

The circle separates when Nanami kneels down, traveling his hands to your wet slit that made him grin in satisfaction. He pulled aside your laced panties and let his thick fingers delve in your walls. You feel it curling inside as he began to fill your sweet cunt with his thrusts.

"Oh— mff!" Your moan gets cut off when Choso slid into your mouth this time, rocking his hips and allowing Nanami to grab a fistful of your hair while playing with your cunt. The overstimulation made you feel completely helpless under their touch.

Nanami feels your walls clench around his fingers. The group of men watch thoroughly of your blissful reactions, how you barely got a chance to breathe before taking a new cock in your mouth and pumping your hands.

"Gonna. . . gonna cum," you panted.

Nanami shook your head on purpose from his tight grip pulling on your scalp, waking you up. "Then cum. Cum as many times as you want today."

You were brought to your orgasm immediately, the moans that slipped through your mouth made Toji's cock twitch in your mouth. He pulled away, letting you gasp for air again. "You look pretty, birthday whore. Cumming on Kento's fingers like that."

"Get her on the couch," said Gojo.

Getou takes your hazy body, setting you on your side where he entered slowly. Gojo angled his hips to your mouth, biting his bottom lip as your throat delves into his cock again.

"Fuck," Getou grunted, slapping your ass. "This feels good, am I right, birthday slut?"

You moan on Gojo's cock as a reply, the hot skin from your mouth engulfing him traveling in and out your throat. "Fuck yeah she feels good," he praised. "You take cock so good. Nanami is for sure of that."

All the praises you received so far felt tantalizing. It broke your brain completely, where all you could think of was being filled and overstimulated, making your body feel hot and end up dampening yourself.

Cock. . . cock. . . so much fucking cock, you echoed in your head.

Getou pulled out, taking his hands to encircle your dampened cunt allowing you to cum. Whimpers and shrieks were echoing through the living room walls as you approached an orgasm for the second time. Your thighs began to tremble. However, you knew you were far from done. There's still a long line of men waiting to fill you.

Gojo laid on the couch this time, taking your hips and setting your pussy down slowly on his cock. The both of you grunt, eyes filled with desire as your walls clamped around him. You press onto his bare chest, feeling him thrusting at the sensational spots.

Suddenly, Getou brushed his cock around your ass, immediately arousing you. This was a situation you were slightly terrified of— taking two cocks at the same time. Would it hurt? No, you've been fucked in the ass before, but would the embrace of two cocks inside you sting?

Getou proceeded to slide in, holding onto breasts as you yelped from the shiver of pleasure. The two men gradually rocked harder, ramming your walls that sent you clenching down on both of them. Before you know it, Nanami took your head to face him again, while the other two, Choso and Toji, were in reach with your hands.

That's five cocks at the same time, you thought. Five fucking cocks. Oh my god, so much fucking cock. It feels so fucking good.

As you were pushed over the edge, your orgasm hitting onto you, Nanami pulls away to hold your chin up and stared at your ecstatic expression. Watching you getting fucked by someone else was something he never expected to turn him on. Perhaps it's time he revealed his cuckolding kink.

You throw your head back as you came on Gojo's and Getou's cock, feeling yourself began to pulsate. "Wow," Nanami whispered as he watched, pulling you to a heated kiss. "You're an absolute mess right now, darling."

"Shit, I need water," Gojo exasperated slipping himself out of you.

Getou slips out of you, panting heavily. "Get me some too," he says.

The two of them leave you laying on the couch, almost drenched in sweat. Before you know it, Toji stood in front of you, robbing you of breath. His ripped, buff body was enough to make your nerves tremble at his presence.

Your head was hung out at the edge of the couch. His cock sprung free, urging you to stick your tongue out for him and take his length as deep as possible.

"Enjoying your birthday so far?" he smirked. "You still want more?"

You nodded, desperate breaths and wheezes puff out your mouth. Toji granted your desire, sliding his entire, thick length that bulged through your throat. He plunged his cock at a slow rhythm, holding onto your head as the protruding print on the outside of your throat turned him on.

"Fuck, that's so cool," he grunted, eyes never leaving your throat. "You take cock very well. Need a whore like you someday— fuck."

Hot tears streamed from your eyes as you nearly suffocated. He slid out before he could come, pulling you to your feet this time where your back was against his chest. "You're smaller than me. It won't be a struggle to carry you."

"Carry. . . me. . .?" you mumbled weakly, sniffling.

You were caught off guard as Toji slithers to your thighs and lifted your legs up including your whole body. He feels you shake uncontrollably when your glistening folds meet the tip of his huge dick. Toji uses his hands to maneuver your body slowly as you take in his mind blowing size.

"Fuck!" you cried out, throwing your head back on his shoulders. Choso took the opportunity of your available pussy to insert himself inside you, once again welcomed by the tormenting overstimulation.

You were sandwiched between the two dark haired men, filling your holes and stuffing you harshly. Your forehead was pressed against Choso's as Toji bit onto the back of your neck, softly groaning.

"God, you're fucking good," Toji groaned. "Who's birthday is it again? Because it feels like mine."

"You look so good in this," complemented Choso as he traced his hands over the lace of your lingerie set. "I wish you the best birthday, sweetheart."

"Th— thank you," you uttered. "Fuck, oh my god. . . I'm gonna cum again. . ."

"Fucking cum," ordered Toji. "This will be our present for you."

You clench your teeth, furrowing your eyebrows as your cunt pulsed recklessly from another orgasm that sent you shaking again. "All yours now Kento," says Choso as he dropped your fatigued, worn out body on the couch again.

You were brought to your knees, your back pressed against Nanami as he slipped into your pussy again. You gave a shambled reaction from the torture of pleasure and pain that your cunt felt again. Barely enough time to let you rest. "Almost done, sweetheart," says Nanami as he kisses you sloppily.

He pulled your arms back as his cock plunged in your worn out, used cunt. You lost the feeling of stability in your entire body, only the sensation of cock. It broke your mind. That was what you craved for. It was pure euphoria, rapturing you in a burning enticement that you were bound in.

Nanami releases your arms and grabs onto the hair from your scalp. You bite onto the pillows of the couch, your body rocking back and forth on him and moistening the pillow with your drool. You started twitching at some places.

You enjoyed it. You enjoyed it all. The mind wrecking, the overstimulation, the praises and subtle degrading that was inflicted on your birthday. Like always, Nanami never failed to surprise you. Spoiling you was what he did best— whether it'd be gifts, money, showers of love, or the hot nights where he'd come home from work stressed and needed to relieve it.

After awhile, your body laid back on the couch where Nanami penetrated your cunt deeply from the access of your spread out legs. There was something about how the garter of your sheer thigh highs gripping tightly onto your thighs aroused him. From there, he filled you with his warm cum, watching the thick liquid dribble down your folds and leaking to the couch. It was a lot to make you feel full.

You couldn't remember much after that right when you passed out.

[onlyonewoman]

Vegaspete ramblings - final ep spoilers!

Not sure if this has been pointed out yet or if it’s just my personal ramblings because there’s no way in hell I’m NOT gonna overanalyze every single vegaspete scene. Also, I started writing this on tumblr when my laptop decided to fuck me over and shut down and of corpse I hadn’t save shit so, yeah, that was fun… Anyway, the scene where Pete and Vegas talk, or at least Pete tries to get through to Vegas, after the initial shooting, and he doesn’t reach through. It’s one of the best scenes, not only in the series, but in any series I’ve seen because of raw it is. Vegas repeating he has nothing left, that eventually makes Pete loose his shit, is… it just gets me every time, because from my pov, Vegas isn’t primarly refering to the same thing Pete thinks of: love, relationships. Vegas thinks of his power and standing, both of which he has just lost to at least some degree along with his father and all I hear in “I’ve got nothing left”, is “I’ve got nothing left to offer you or anyone.” It’s not that he doesn’t see Pete as not being there, but rather: “Pete has no use of me because I have nothing to give him.” Remember, love is a transaction for Vegas. This so fucking rare thing he craves and wants and works for, but never reaches, because he’s been growing up getting used to this, with a father who made him think this was normal, that it’s reasonable for a father – or any human, really – to withdraw any or all love the moment you fail. And Vegas has just failed, has lost in such a monumental way, he cannot understand at all how Pete can say “you have me”. Because why would Pete want for a loser, a failure to have him? It says a lot about Vegas’ distorted image of love, but in the same way, it’s also Vegas’ way of reckognizing that unlike his hedgehogs, who don’t know or care about these “failures”, Pete is no pet but a human being who has every right to leave now that Vegas has nothing to offer. Vegas doesn’t try to make a “die with me” or “if I can’t have you, no one can”, he’s not turning his desperation, grief and anger onto Pete before Pete intervenes and tries to stop him from some form of suicide ending. I have nothing left, sounds like: “I am nothing without the things my father expected me to achieve. I failed so naturally, no one can love me and especially not someone I deliberately hurt.” That’s his “Why? Why are you still here?” “What do you think I can give at this point? I can’t take care of you, or hurt you. I can’t threaten you, can’t buy you, can’t force or trick and why beg when it’s all clear I can’t deliver?” Vegas doesn’t understand why someone would stay by his side, unless they have some use for him. He tried his best to be useful and his dad still didn’t love him. How the fuck does Pete staying by his side like this, make ANY sense? Because I firmly believe Pete was the one teaching Vegas – how ever in very bad circumstances – that there is no bucket list for love. That you can do everything your parent wants of you, can do you best to be a good brother and still, your parent doesn’t love you. Vegas’ dad slapping him, yelling at him, ruining the meal he was happy to prepare – and arrange beautifully! – are all so horribly casual examples of abuse that it’s SO clear Vegas has experienced many, many times before. The man can’t even mourn his own pet without bringing up how the death of his beloved hedgehogs, somehow is his fault too, despite pet hedgehogs living on average 4-5 years – up to 8 if you are lucky and extremely good at it – so how, just HOW is this Vegas’ fault? Because his shitty father made sure to have his oldest son take all the blame possible and giving juuust enough scraps of affection and praise to keep him loyal and desperate for more. And gods, it’s when Pete says “I’m your pet. And I’m hungry.” that he in a way tells Vegas that he didn’t fail. That unlike the hedgehogs, Pete isn’t a mindless creature Vegas failed to keep alive, but in fact, the one he doesn’t have to dig a hole for in the garden. Pete chooses here to remind Vegas that Pete, in fact, returned. That he needs Vegas, not just anyone and screw the family names and wealth and fucked up family conflicts, because Pete has chosen the one he wants to be cared for by and there’s just no way in hell he’s giving that up now. “I’m your pet. And I’m hungry.” You tamed me, now you don’t get to walk away. You changed something and you’re damn well gonna take responsibility for that, you self-loathing idiot! You didn’t fail, because I returned, didn’t I? And it was when Vegas was convinced he had literally nothing left, that Pete requested to be fed. Vegas screaming, I’ve lost everything and Pete reminding him: I don’t care about those things, because you, only YOU can feed me, remember? I’m still here in way transforms into YOU are still here, Vegas. I’m talking to YOU, the human who not only is someone but also has something to offer, namely love. Yes, it’s undernourished, very poorly attended, it’s not even near the growth it should be, but why rush? Let me nourish you, by claiming my place next to you. Pete is the first person who, in his own way, tells Vegas that not only is he someone, but also a someone who can be loved. Void of the persona, the power, the leverage – and the hedgehogs – Vegas might never have been more loved, more treasured than in that hospital bed. Why are you still here? And Pete, who once told Vegas he’d lost his humanity, that he had nothing left, answers, without any hesitation: I just wanna follow my heart. Because never, not once, has Vegas been a tool to Pete. Pete isn’t there, waiting for the moment to use – or be used. He’s there because just like Vegas, there was a point sometime in their past, where they connected and here they are, choosing each other without anything to gain other than themselves. And honestly, I think they – and Macau – deserve the world.

[sugawaraxo]

thigh riding hq captains

warnings: pure smut lol, very slight degradation with daichi

characters: daichi sawamura, tetsurō kuroo, toru oikawa, kōtarō bokuto

request: hi omg 🥺 i just started using tumblr again and i love your writing 😚👌 and can i request s/o riding captains thighs because that wud be spicy 🤭

a/n: god bless you for requesting this, it might be my favorite smut i’ve written so far tbh

daichi

- typically it isn’t very difficult to get daichi’s attention

- you’re literally his everything so his attention is on you always

- but sometimes he’s just extra busy and fails to give you your daily dose of daichi affection

- most times you just leave him be and wait until he isn’t busy anymore

- but sometimes you’re just so needy and you can’t help it

- and he secretly not so secretly loves it

“daichiii..” you whine at your boyfriend who just chuckles at you in amusement.

“what princess?” he asks, taking a moment to look away from the laptop screen he was focused on to glance at you. he is currently watching game clips from the volleyball team his is supposed to play in the upcoming week. he wants to study their plays so he could have a better understanding of what his team would be up against and how they should set up their offense and defense, but you are making it unnecessarily difficult.

“i want attention.” you huff, sitting up in your spot on the bed next to daichi so you could face him better.

“i’m giving you attention right now.” he laughs. he finds it extremely entertaining when you get like this, all whiny and extra just because he stopped giving you attention for a few minutes.

“but i want more.” you pout and he rolls his eyes at you.

“so needy, hm princess?”

you blush at the nickname. he calls you it twenty four seven, anywhere and everywhere you go but somehow it still never fails to make you feel giddy.

“just give me a few minutes ok? then you can have all the attention you want.” daichi says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

now it’s your turn to roll your eyes because with daichi, a few minutes is never only a few minutes. especially when it comes to volleyball stuff, and you’re feeling quite impatient. so you decide to take matters into your on hands.

you get up from where you are currently seated and move closer to daichi, sitting so that both of your legs are on either side of his left thigh. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if he’s asking what you’re doing, and you just smile at him in response. you slowly start moving your hips, grinding them into the toned muscle of daichi’s thigh and he smirks.

“you’re something else, you know that?” he shakes his head before averting his attention back to his laptop. you continue with your antics, rolling your hips over and over against his thigh, but it’s not giving you the satisfaction that you’re craving. so you lift off of his leg ever so slightly, just enough so that you could pull off the shorts that were seemingly blocking you from receiving the friction that you desperately crave. now you’re just left in a pair of lacey panties and a shirt, tossing your shorts to the side and continuing your little mission. daichi keeps looking at you every so often, watching you use his leg for your own pleasure. if he thought he couldn’t concentrate before, he surely didn’t accommodate for this possibility. you watch his eyes linger on you, scanning your body and then focusing on your face which begins to heat up at his intense gaze.

“desperate little slut.” daichi groans as he watches you eagerly and you moan at his words.

“does it feel good?” he questions.

“hm, so good.” you hum as you continue jutting your hips in slow and smooth circles. you can feel yourself starting to get wet, the liquid pooling in your panties making the friction feel even better. daichi shuts his laptop and tosses it to the side, completely unable to focus on what he was doing anymore. he reaches under your shirt and starts lightly rubbing your sides, something he knows you like very much. you sigh at his touch, still moving your hips with a passion in an attempt to get yourself off. daichi eventually stops caressing your sides and begins lifting up your shirt with you helping him get it off. you aren’t wearing a bra so now your chest is on full display for your boyfriend and he looks like a starved man who’s just been presented a full course meal.

“so perfect.” he mumbles before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his fingers fondling the other. he works his mouth perfectly, alternating between twirling circles around your nipple with his tongue and sucking and nipping lightly on the bud. you can’t help but let out a string of moans as a wave of pleasure crashes through your body.

“your mouth feels so good.” you compliment daichi and he smiles with a light chuckle.

you slowly start to feel your core get tight and it feels like every part of your body has become ten times more sensitive. your hip movements against daichi’s thigh get a bit more sporadic and he notices, so to help you reach your climax he moves his mouth from your nipples to your neck. your weak spot. as soon as he attaches his mouth to what he had learned is your sweet spot awhile ago, you feel yourself begin to come undone.

“oh god, i’m gonna cum.”

“yeah? be a good girl and cum for me.” daichi’s voice comes out raspy with lust and you can’t take it anymore.

you shiver as your orgasm consumes you. your body shakes slightly as you ride out your high, panting and moaning daichi’s name as you come down. he watches you attentively, his dick now throbbing in his shorts.

“satisfied princess?” he asks as he takes in your exhausted appearance.

“very.” you coo, feeling blissful from your intense climax.

“good, now it’s your turn to satisfy me.” daichi asserts, gesturing to the tent in his pants and you excitedly prepare to get him off too.

kuroo

- you and kuroo are alike in many ways

- you share a lot of the same interests, morals, and ideals

- but one thing you do NOT share

- is his like for strange low budget sci-fi movies

- you try your best to be interested in the movies because you love kuroo and enjoy spending quality time with him

- but you cannot, for the life of you, get past the cringey special effects and god awful acting

- so most times you just pass out and sleep for an hour or two or just leave the room completely

- and sometimes, you do something that interests you a bit more...

you yawn of boredom at the antagonizingly slow plot of the movie kuroo had put on. but you glance over at him and he’s purely invested in the storyline, eyes stuck to the tv screen as he mindlessly shoves handfuls of popcorn into his mouth and you chuckle to yourself at the sight.

“can you please stop staring at me and laughing? that’s kinda rude you know?” kuroo huffs, still not shifting his attention from the movie, yet highly aware of your gaze.

“sorry, you’re just way more entertaining than what’s going on in this movie.” you admit.

“you’re so lame.” he teases, “the movie is clearly a masterpiece but you’re just not intellectually inclined enough to see that.”

“right. so i’m dumb for not liking it?” you smile amusedly.

“yes, that’s exactly what i’m saying.” kuroo agrees, finally taking a moment to look at you, give you a sarcastic smile, then quickly look back at the tv screen. you laugh lightly at him again. it’s actually kind of cute how excited he gets over these movies, it almost makes it worth sitting through two hours of garbage just to be in his presence. almost.

“you’re such a dork.” you tease back but he doesn’t even hear it because he’s listening closely to what’s taking place on the screen. you roll your eyes and try focusing on the movie too. it actually does grasp your attention for a few minutes but completely loses it when a fight scene that looks like it was recorded with a prehistoric android shows up. you mentally groan, completely bored out of your mind. you’re currently cuddled up against kuroo on the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over your shoulder, a bowl of popcorn in his other. you decide you may as well just close your eyes and rest for a bit but as soon as you shut them, and idea sparks in your mind.

you release yourself from kuroo’s grasp and reposition yourself so that you’re sitting with your legs around his thigh. he barely even acknowledges your new position and you get slightly offended.

“seriously? is the movie really that good?” you ask, bringing his attention to you. he looks you over, raking your entire body up and down with his eyes slowly.

“yeah it is.” he says bluntly, very obviously trying to hold back a smirk. he knows what he’s doing, trying to rile you up and you’re letting him.

“hey, rude.” you scoff at him with a pout and he just ignores you, pulling you further into his trap. “fine then.” you mumble and begin stripping off your clothes until you’re fully naked and you place yourself back onto his thigh. now he’s looking at you in amusement.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he praises.

“thanks, but don’t look at me. keep watching your movie since it’s so interesting.” you say shortly.

he raises and eyebrow at you and shrugs, looking back to the tv. he likes when you get bratty like that, and you like doing it too because although kuroo is usually dominant as it is, that’s when dominant dominant kuroo comes to play. and you love it. you also know that shrug means trouble for you later.

you push up the fabric of his shorts a little bit so you can have skin to skin contact with his thigh, wanting this to feel as good as it possibly can. kuroo pretends not to notice your actions but you know he’s watching you in his peripheral vision, which gets you going. you drag your hips along his thigh in back and forth motions at a steady and even pace, making sure to moan just loud enough for kuroo to get all hot and bothered. although he’s pretending as though he’s paying you no mind, you know very well he’s seething in his skin. he hates being teased, and that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“such a tease.” he snarks, finally directing his attention to you again.

“really? me? no, i don’t thinks so.” you joke and now he’s the one rolling his eyes at you. 

“you know what happens to bratty girls who interrupt me while i’m watching a movie?” 

you visually swallow at his words, the change in the tone of his voice which was now laced with subtle aggression making your pussy pulse. but you keep up your bratty persona, really wanting to pull the dominant kuroo you’re looking for out of his cave.

“i’m not really interrupting anything, no one said you have to pay attention to me.” you retort still rolling your hips against his thigh and moaning softly every so often. kuroo shakes his head, a smirk beginning to form on his face.

“oh so you wanna be punished?” kuroo grunts and you choose not to reply. you just continue grinding your now dripping cunt against his leg, maintaining eye contact with him as you let out a lewd moan of his name. big mistake. before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you’re flipped onto your back, fingers digging into your hips as kuroo pins you down and hovers above you.

“fine then, so be it.” he continues.

you most definitely CANNOT walk the next morning.

oikawa

- oikawa is truly amazing at planning dates for the two of you

- like he really just enjoys impressing you and making you swoon, it makes his heart very happy 

- typically you prefer your casual dates where you two just hang out and get ice cream together or something simple like that

- but it is nice to get dressed up every one in awhile and go somewhere fancy, so you’re fairly excited for this date he has planned

- mostly because oikawa says he has a surprise for you, a dress he bought you to wear for this date

- says he saw it and couldn’t not buy it for you because he thought it’d look so sexy on you

- and boy, was he right

“holy shit.” he breathes as you walk out of the bathroom where you had just finished getting dressed up. hair done, makeup on, and the beautiful dress that oikawa bought you hugging you perfectly. 

“you like?” you ask, giving him a little twirl so he could see the back too. he stays quiet, just taking in the sight in front of him. very clearly and obviously in awe.

“toru?” you tilt your head and snap a couple times at your silent boyfriend and he snaps out of his trance. 

“come here.” is all he says and you walk over to his spot on the edge of the bed. he pulls you into his lap with ease and you find yourself straddling him, your dress rising up your thighs a bit. you readjust yourself so that you’re just sitting on one of his legs rather than both in order to relieve some of the tension on the dress. 

“toru, you’re gonna tear the dress.” you giggle at his eagerness.

“sorry, you just look so good. had to get my hands on you.” he confesses as his hands find their way to your ass, caressing it through the fabric. you smile before grabbing him by the tie he’s wearing and giving him a kiss. the kiss was meant to be short and sweet but somehow ended up becoming messy and hot. your fingers are laced in his hair, tugging at it occasionally while his hands continue to massage your ass. you moan into his mouth and he grins before moving his hands up from your ass to your hips.

he guides them skillfully, moving them so that now your hips are gliding against his clothed thigh. you moan at the sudden sensation, and he pulls away from the kiss to look at you.

“i want you the keep riding my thigh like this until you cum, got it?” he directs.

“but toru, our reservation. we’re gonna-“

“shh. the faster you make yourself cum, the quicker we’ll be able to leave.” he asserts and you follow his instructions obediently.

he just leans back on his elbows and watches you, a deep blush across his face. though he comes off like the selfish type, oikawa is the kind of person who gets pleasure just from seeing other people in pleasure. so watching you desperately grind your hips into his leg while moans of his name and other pretty sounds are spilling from your lips is almost enough to make him cum himself. but he manages to keep himself together and continues to watch you circle your hips around his thigh.

“hm, i’m getting close. can you help me?” you ask oikawa, your eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure.

“mm, how do you want me to help pretty girl?” he responds.

“touch me, please just touch me.” you practically beg and he hums at how cute he thinks you are. he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing small circles on it.

“fuck oikawa.” you moan, now moving your hips on his thigh and his finger. he starts palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure that had built up there and groans at his own touch which sends a chill throughout your body. oikawa’s moans are your favorite thing ever, them alone can get you dripping wet within seconds.

“moan for me again baby, you sound so good.” you say breathlessly and he elicits yet another arousing moan causing you to let out one of your own. he begins moving his thumb faster along your clit, wanting to make you unravel right then and there and he is successful in his pursuit.

“gonna cum.” is all you can muster before a back arching orgasm forces its way through your body and it takes everything in oikawa’s willpower not to be right there along with you.

“jesus.” he mutters, eyes still locked on you as he watches you slowly revive back to your normal self.

“that’s why you bought me this dress huh?” you say once you’re finally able to form coherent sentences again. “just to see me cum in it?” you continue, shaking your head at the realization.

“well would you look at that, if we don’t leave now we’ll definitely miss our reservation so we should probably go.” oikawa dodges the question and all you can do is laugh.

if this was the case, he could buy you new dresses whenever he’d like.

bokuto

- bokuto and you share a love for thighs

- he’s obsessed with yours

- and you’re equally as obsessed with his

- so ever since you first tried thigh riding with him, he’s been throwing subtle hints for you to do it again

- “damn, my thigh is really cold. wish someone would sit on.”

- “would be a shame if a pretty girl was grinding on my thigh right now huh?”

- “imagine if you rode my thigh again haha, that’d be wild.”

- the only reason why you didn’t give in is because you didn’t want it to be like an everyday thing, you want it to be a bit more special

- but after a bit of waiting, you’re more than ready for it

you have just finished your period so your horny meter is off the charts and it’s always like this. a week without touching and advanced hormone levels, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do. so of course you really want nothing more other than to relieve yourself right now, and you know just the way to do that.

you and bokuto are out on a movie date. you’ve been trying so hard to suppress the desire burning in your core the whole night, but it’s pretty much impossible at this point. so when the movie ends you make it very clear to bokuto what type of mood you’re in as you leave the movie theater.

“when we get to the car, i want you to park it somewhere secluded then we’re hopping into the backseat.” you whisper to him as you leave the building and make your way to the parking lot. he shoots you a look, trying to read whether you’re joking or not. once he sees the deadpan look on your face, he knows you’re serious.

“oh? is my baby horny?” he asks unnecessarily loud. you hit him roughly on the arm as another couple that’s walking by overhears and looks at you weirdly.

“can you say it even louder? i don’t think the entire city heard you.” you snark and he laughs at your embarrassment.

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it baby. if you want me to fuck you, just say it with your whole chest.” he shrugs as the two of you reach his car, departing ways so you can get in on the passenger side.

“i don’t want you to fuck me though. i wanna ride your thigh until i’m shaking and cumming all over it.” you smile to him across the car and his face goes red.

“in the car, now.” he orders and you follow. it’s silent for a minute before bokuto pulls out of the parking space.

“is this what you’ve been thinking about all night?” bokuto asks, his hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubs light circles over the skin which gives you shivers. “i could tell, you seemed like your mind was elsewhere.” he finishes.

“i mean yeah, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for awhile actually.” you admit.

“why didn’t you tell me? you know i’ve hinted to wanting you to do it again like a gazillion times.”

“i know, i know. but it’s not something that i want to make a habit, i want it to be more of a special thing.” you say shyly and he flashes you a quick smile.

“you’re so fucking adorable, what even.” he coos before pulling into a deserted parking lot behind a building that had already closed for the night.

once he’s perfectly positioned into a parking space, he puts the car in park and turns the engine off. then he leans over to kiss you, his hand still tenderly placed on your thigh, the other cupping your chin so he can tilt your head and deepen the kiss. just like you’re obsessed with bokuto’s thighs, you’re obsessed with his kisses. he always kisses you so deeply, with so much passion and it makes you weak. after kissing for a few minutes, the two of you finally pull away to breathe.

“are you ready?” you ask bokuto breathlessly.

“more than ready.” he replies and with that you and him make your way into the backseat. bokuto sits first and then you place yourself on top of one of his thighs. you would be lying if you said you didn’t wear a skirt tonight specifically for this reason, and you’re so glad you made that decision. you also intentionally wore your thinnest pair of panties so that you could get more from your arousal. though this makes it very easy for bokuto to notice that you’re already soaking wet.

“jesus baby, you really are horny huh?” he groans at the feeling on his leg. you nod and look away from him, a little embarrassed at how you’re already so hot and bothered just from thinking about this. bokuto notices and uses his index finger to lift your chin and bring your gaze back to his.

“hey, look at me.” he says softly, “start riding.”

the shift in his tone from the soft one he was just using is alerting, and you obey his demand eagerly. you begin making short strides with your hips, rocking them back and fourth agaist bokuto’s leg while he rubs your thighs in the process. you moan as a shock of arousal shoots itself throughout your body. you steady yourself by holding onto bokuto’s shoulders and continue rocking your hips in quick motions. bokuto’s eyes don’t know where to land. he keeps switching between looking down at your hips as you grind them expertly against his thigh, and looking at your face which would occasionally scrunch up in pleasure as you moan. both making him unbearably hard.

bokuto knows you just ended your period. in turn, he knows that means your nipples are extra sensitive so he reaches under your shirt and unclaspes your bra, tossing it on the seat beside him. he then begins rubbing your already hard nipples between his fingers which earns a breathy moan of his name from you. between the intense feeling of pleasure between your legs and now the added pleasure of having your nipples played with, you know you’re not going to last much longer. so you unbutton bokuto’s pants after noticing how hard he is and grasp his erect member, making long strokes along the shaft before rubbing your thumb around the tip. you want him to cum with you and judging by the noises you’re getting out of him, you’re wish will come true. you continue riding his thigh and stroking his dick, while he continues playing with your nipples and you start to feel yourself get hotter and hotter.

“kiss me.” you say to bokuto and he happily obliges, attaching his lips to yours roughly. now the two of you are moaning into each other’s mouths as you get closer to you’re orgasms, doing everything you can to reach them.

“fuck, i’m almost there.” bokuto moans against you.

“me too.” you moan as well, your movements against bokuto’s thigh becoming more sloppy. your moans are increasing in volume and you know you’re both close.

“shit.” is all bokuto gives to warn you before he’s cumming all over your hand and the sight sends you over. you’re whole body tenses as your orgasm rolls through you, you gripping more tightly onto bokuto’s shoulders at the sensation.

you both give each other a minute to come down, still panting and trying to catch your breaths.

“i’m so in love with you y/n.” bokuto sighs once he’s finally caught his breath and you chuckle at his confession.

“i’m in love with you too kōtarō.”

[daloy-politsey]

Leelah Alcorn was a transgender girl who committed suicide on December 28, 2014 as a result of her parents refusing to accept her. This is a suicide note she wrote on Tumblr. It reads:

SUICIDE NOTE

If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this from my queue.

Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in... because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continues to do traditional “boyish” things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of “fuck you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus the money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I wasnt someone to look at that number and say ��that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please

Goodbye,

(Leelah) Josh Alcorn

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hi hi this is just something to track all the hq fics i’ve read recently! this really seemed like a lot when i was putting this together but most of them are less than 15k. this has a LOT of kagehina, plus some kuroken, bokuaka, iwaoi, tsukiyama, and a few other random pairings. favorites are marked with a ✨!

KAGEHINA

✨ his weight in marigolds - karasuno013 (11k)

Tobio imagined that the petals were soft, orange, perpetually messy locks of hair, and his fist clenched around the bud involuntarily.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Please Kiss Him Instead! - Bird_Of_Dreams (6k)

Recently, Kageyama has been receiving what appears to be countless confession letters. The Karasuno volleyball team reacts appropriately with surprise, jealousy, and bemusement (depending on who you ask). But no one is more surprised than Hinata, who is confused and more than a little hurt that Kageyama never told him about them. But is that the real reason behind his conflicted feelings?

As It Should Be - gghostnebula (7k)

Based on a request I saw on Tumblr that someone send fanfics where "Hinata is bullied without the team knowing and then they find out." I like the idea of everyone (including Tsukishima) enraged and vengeful. So I. Did that. I'm so sorry. I'm also really really sorry that the 'ungrateful second-years' aren't really in this because I wanted them to be but I couldn't find a good place for them, since this focuses so much on just Kageyama and Hinata.

Five Plus One - Xachyn (1k)

Five times other people thought they were dating and one time Kageyama wondered if they were.

The Crown and The Crow - Yuu_chi (9k)

Somewhere out there is your forever one wearing your Mark on their skin; it's just a matter of finding them.

✨ In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments (5k)

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

four times hinata and kageyama almost kiss (and one time they do) - spaceburgers (2k)

When it happens, it’s not romantic. Things between them have never been romantic, after all. They’re too stupid for that.

spoiled - buu (2k)

It's the Kageyama that gently takes Hinata's hand when they're walking together, or rests his head on the top of Hinata's when they're watching TV, or pulls Hinata into his lap when he complains about being cold. Hinata struggles at first, confused and thinking Kageyama's making fun of him or something, but he slowly starts to realize that, beyond all belief, Kageyama is the Doting type.

Thaw - peppermint_wind (40k)

Kageyama Tobio just wants to get through the day. He hates winter, he hates most people, and he really hates getting up for an 8:00AM class. That's when Hinata Shouyou, bright and obnoxious, literally comes running into his life at full-throttle and changes everything Kageyama thought he knew.

Basically, the College AU where Hinata and Kageyama meet by Hinata literally knocking into him and spilling hot coffee all down Kageyama's clothes.

touch - buu (3k)

Hinata doesn't notice it at first, really. It's small things, natural things, like when they sit together at lunch and Hinata ends up hooking his ankle over Kageyama's and he doesn't move away; in fact, he seems to not notice it, and go on eating his lunch like nothing's different.

✨ Routine - someonestolemyshoes (29k)

Kageyama Tobio has a routine. Up, shower, dress, breakfast, classes, practice, work, dinner, laptop, show time. Hinata is a well-known cam boy, and Kageyama is his biggest fan.

✨ Acceptable Risk - Mysecretfanmoments (46k)

Tobio braced himself and stood, gathering Hinata’s warm body close. Hinata’s weight settled against him, strengthening the impression he always had at these times: that he was collecting a part of himself, severed by some weird circumstance. In these moments he couldn’t help feeling that Hinata belonged to him, and as long as he didn’t talk about the impression out loud it harmed no one. As it was Hinata mumbled a little, curling into him the way he’d anticipated.

(Kageyama and Hinata navigate living together at university while not dating. It's hard—the not-dating part, that is.)

hot - buu (6k)

Hinata should not be this hot. Kageyama shouldn't find his short stature attractive, shouldn't have problems with his eyes lingering a little too long on Hinata's smaller frame, the way his shirts hang just a little too big on him sometimes.

Oh God - orphan_account (6k)

No, class distinction had never held much meaning for Kageyama. Until the day he met Hinata. One-shot Omegaverse! AU. Smut is heavily present within this story. Mostly PWP, but there's plot, if you squint.

operation: find out if hinata has a hot bod - day (2k)

Kiyoko compliments Hinata's body. It turns into a chaotic mess where the team (aka Tanaka and Nishinoya) tries everything in their power to get a glimpse of Hinata shirtless.

Hinata is oblivious and Kageyama is stressed out.

well, maybe i’m a crook - aruariandance (7k)

The thing is-- Hinata is in love with Kageyama and everyone knows it, including Kageyama.

5 times Kageyama purred + 1 time he didn’t - orphan_account (3k)

No one at Karasuno had ever heard Kageyama purr, but that was normal. He wasn't exactly the most expressive on the team, and no one really minded.

Hurt - someonestolemyshoes (27k)

It’s alarming, Kageyama thinks, how quickly things can go downhill.

One minute Hinata is fine, at the top of his game, spiking left and right and everywhere in between and the next he is crumpled in a limp, lifeless heap on the gym floor and the resounding crack of his head hitting the wood is still echoing in Kageyama’s ears.

knock knock - writedeku (6k)

“I don’t need telepathy to win,” is the first thing he says; nearly shouts it, to be precise. “We can play it without me being linked.”

One by one, the teambonding practises stop as they all turn to Kageyama to gape. Play volleyball without telepathy? It’s not that it’s not possible, but that would put them at such a major disadvantage it’d be like having a team full of one-sided Kageyamas.

the hedgehog’s dilemma - drunkonwritting (17k)

So when he comes to Karasuno, Tobio expects more of the same. He won't make the same mistakes again, but he doubts anyone on the team will like him—Tobio's grown used to his solitary existence, to the point where he can't imagine what it's like to have people around all the time, people who actually want to spend time with him outside of school or practice. He's resigned himself to being alone, because no one in his life has ever decided they want to get to know him or spend time with him or even like him as more than a casual acquaintance. Tobio's tried time and time again to change that and failed over and over—he doubts it's going to change anytime soon.

But when he sees that orange-haired shrimp staring at him from the gym doors, eyes wide and betrayed, he feels a vague sense of premonition.

Don’t Make Me Walk When I Want to Fly - MissKiraBlue (24k)

"I don't want to leave without an apology"

After Hinata rushed from their fight he ended up in a car accident.

But when he wakes up he's not dead and he's not in a hospital either.

Hinata has to live the same day – the day when he and Kageyama fought – over and over again until he finds a solution where he could get out of the time loop.

he may suck at beer pong but he slam dunked my heart - Authoress (9k)

After a while, Kageyama kind of just...forgets how angry the floral snapback makes him. It becomes a companion, almost. It's seen him through many a late library study session, through feeding planaria and wrestling bean beetles into petri dishes. He feels something close to affection for the ever-present hat.

Oh no, Kageyama thinks. I'm attracted to a douchebag.

(The AU where struggling college student Kageyama meets and very unfortunately falls in love with his frat boy lab partner, Hinata.)

room to grow - Mysecretfanmoments (6k)

Third year Kageyama is considerate, careful, doesn't grab Hinata's hair. Hinata's still trying to figure out how he feels about it.

Dare - majesticartax (10k)

“W-wait! Kageyama! What—hold on!” Hinata cries, kicking his legs, flipping around in his setter's strong arms and struggling uselessly, scrambling.

“Can’t we talk about this!?”

Wish You Would - longleggedgit (7k)

The title of this document was just jealouskageyama.docx so that pretty much tells you what to expect.

"If you don't want me to go out with him," Hinata says, lifting his eyes to meet Kageyama's, "then give me a reason not to."

Right Here All The Time - longleggedgit (5k)

"You were flirting," Kageyama says, sounding bewildered, almost accusatory. His chest is heaving under Hinata's hands.

Hinata laughs. "Yeah, and it worked."

Immolate - Marks (2k)

Kageyama balls his hands into fists at his sides and grits his teeth as want builds up in his stomach and sets up camp. It's not the first time he's felt like this around Hinata, but it's the worst every time and he wishes he could just will it away.

come on closer - skeletalparade (6k)

Kageyama shifted uncomfortably on the bench, fingernails scraping against the plastic of his water bottle. He was trying so hard not to stare at Hinata, but it was difficult. Hinata was a good vice captain, but he was ruining Kageyama’s life.

2-Player Mode - medea_azyungele (5k)

Are you ugly or something?" Hinata asks, with his usual lack of tact.

"Oi, dumbass! I'll let you know that-" but he couldn't finish because Hinata interrupts him: "Let's turn on the webcams!"

Suddenly, a square icon pops up in a corner of his monitor.

Oh no he's hot.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments (75k)

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

a first time for everything - Mysecretfanmoments (4k)

He rolls away from Shouyou, his breathing just a little fast. His body has been weird today, more like when they first started dating. It happens sometimes—mostly when they’ve been on the court together, or they haven’t had time alone—but it feels just a bit different than usual.

((Kageyama bottoms for the first time. established relationship, iltwycs-verse but can stand alone.))

✨ Color Theory - kageyamz (41k)

That’s right, he thinks I’m straight. Kageyama sighed in relief at the answer then tensed up, the gears turning in his brain. Wait, I am straight, right? Kageyama wants a simple time at university, but life has other plans for him.

cheater, cheater (pumpkin eater) - teddy_or_something (7k)

Closets hold many things, one of which being skeletons. In Hinata's case, there was a person where there should've been a vibrator, and that was definitely enough to wilt his erection.

Song fic to Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by P!ATD.

✨ change in pressure - viscreal (37k)

Kageyama couldn’t for the life of him guess what he’d been doing to get so goddamn beat up, but it was there, and the guy wasn’t even taking care of any of it. The pain was making it hard to concentrate during class, making it hard to think at all, and that plus the boy’s overenthusiastic emotions were putting Kageyama in a particularly sour mood, so he really couldn’t be blamed when he snapped something sarcastic at the teacher and got detention in response.

alternatively titled: in which kageyama, an empath whos still just as socially inept as ever, ends up having a gay crisis because hinata cant stop getting hurt.

seventy-thirty - viscreal (4k)

Hinata was the first one to bring it up.

KUROKEN

reddit boyfriends - NeverNothing (4k)

Lev goes on reddit to talk about his senpais and accidentally goes viral. Yaku helps.

✨ you’re the break lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot (15k)

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

✨ the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony (31k)

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

✨ Best Friends - Mysecretfanmoments (6k)

Every evening they walk home together, Kuro smelling of salt and suntan lotion, Kenma’s hands sore from scooping ice cream all day, and it feels nice. Peaceful.

He’s glad Kuro came, after all.

((During the two weeks he spends manning his uncle's ice cream booth on the coast, Kenma decides that maybe he likes his best friend back, after all))

BOKUAKA

tea-stained polaroids - dalyeau (6k)

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

cookies and cream - norio (6k)

Some people might tell Akaashi that he couldn't bake his worries away.

But some people haven't dated Bokuto Koutarou.

Komorebi - OwlBeDamned (8k)

When his thirteenth birthday comes, Akaashi should be elated.

Instead, he is worried.

"WWOOOAH, YOU HAVE GOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING I HAVE EVER SEEN - NO, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING THE WORLD HAS EVER BEEN BLESSED WITH...CAN I TOUCH YOU?!"

✨ Upstairs - yoogiboobi (16k)

For about a second, a heartbeat, he's met with a pair of dark, piercing eyes, with what is probably eyeliner, looking back at him. It really is just a split second before his hand knocks down three cereal boxes that hit him square in the head, effectively making him break eye contact and drop his groceries to the floor.

In which some of the first things Bokuto learns about his upstairs neighbour are the colour of his eyes and the sound of his moans.

steam - orphan_account (8k)

bokuto: why is he so hot bokuto: why am i so gay kuroo: LMAO you mean your vice captain right bokuto: yeah

kuroo: i got this bro bokuto: what bokuto: wtf does that mean

Bokuto started to panic.

heavy heart, a love apart - drifloon (7k)

(802): Our sex has gotten so much better since we broke up.

IWAOI

✨ It’s Tradition - MelissaWritesStuff (4k)

Every year, without fail, on Oikawa's birthday, Oikawa has somehow gotten a kiss out of Iwaizumi.

lips like sugar - ohhotlamb (8k)

Hajime is offered to learn the art of kissing from a true professional, one Oikawa Tooru. It's not as bad as he thought it would be.

darlin’, your head’s not right - aruariandance (14k)

'“Our wedding,” Oikawa says by way of explanation, tapping his finger against his magazine more emphatically. “What colors should we use? Color scheme is important, apparently.”

Iwaizumi feels his lifespan shortening.

or,

Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it's not really a joke at all.

✨ Bet On It - originalblue (13k)

Hajime knows exactly how shitty Oikawa's personality is, and has no scruples whatsover about betting Oikawa six thousand yen that he can't be nice for an entire week.

Something Borrowed - rageprufrock (16k)

In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have always been a foregone conclusion to everyone else, but a massive, unanswered question to one another.

The PDA jar - orphan_account (10k)

“What is that thing for?”

“I’m glad you asked, captain. This… is the Public Display of Affection jar. Or PDA jar for short.”

“Now whenever you do something that may hurt our children’s innocence, you’ll have to put money in the jar as a punishment."

✨ stumble into the sun - sunsmasher (4k)

“So,” Hajime says, as he peels off his uniform shirt, letting it fall on top of his gym bag. “Have you guys ever heard of like, someone being turned on by people saying nice things to them?”

Matsukawa slams his locker shut. “Oh my god,” he says.

by chance - crossbelladonna (62k)

When Iwaizumi Hajime meets Oikawa Tooru, suddenly everything bursts into color. The only problem is that for the other, it doesnt seem to happen the same way.

or

the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate au

TSUKKIYAMA

by any other name - parenthetic (5k)

A Concise Guide to Dealing with People Asking if your Best Friend and/or Crush is Single:

Panic Lie Run

Do you see what I see? - honeydragon (1k)

Three times Tsukishima wonders what colour Yamaguchi's eyes are, and the one time he finds out.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw (2k)

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team. No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.” Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

Baby, this is how it all goes down - psych0tastic (7k)

In the midst of revising for a class test over at Yamaguchi’s place one night, Tsukki suddenly spoke up and said, “I'd like to bottom the next time we have sex."

OTHER

Rewards Program - surveycorpsjean (8k) - bokuroaka

Akaashi enjoys his normal life, as a normal grocery checker, at a normal grocery store.

Of course, it all goes up in flames when two hot as hell college kids dump their items on the conveyor belt.

Donuts. Glue. Donut holes.

And that's only the beginning.

Edelweiss - ostentatiouslyrealistic (6k) - semi/tendou

Hanahaki Disease (n.) An illness bred from unrequited love, where the victim suffers from coughing up flower petals.

Sympathy From a Lost Boy - meraki_drabbles (11k) - ushiten

The figure was hollow-cheeked and gauntly, with prominent eyelids bulging out under thin raised eyebrows, casting a shadow over irises that Wakatoshi couldn't decide the colour of, but rather processed them as a strange mix of crimson and ruby and scarlet dripped against a mahogany canvas.

"Sorry, am I intruding?