#i’m very easy to talk out of plans lmao

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

Between dnp who is the lazy gay and who is the activity gay?

you’re so real for this because i was waiting for them to tell us their opinions but they left us to contemplate on our own.

my consensus is when they’re at home dan is lazy gay and when they’re on holiday dan is activity gay.

dan is very “i don’t wanna go outside” while also being very into living in the moment and doing everything they can while they can, so it likely depends on the situation.

it’s an important dynamic to develop with a partner (or just anyone you’re in a Pair with)—you encourage each other to do things and also learn how to express when you don’t want to do things.

thanks for the ask friend :)

[jade-jini]

My brain still has some g!p loser virgin Minjeong left so I need to keep talking do not shut me up.

(I need her deep in my *cars collapse*)

Ok clearly she ain’t a virgin anymore lmao but still she’s not experienced at all. You’re surprisingly patient with her:’) guiding her through the basics of it. She was very eager to learn how to eat you out. So when she first did it it was both messy but also so good. “So this is your clit, right?” She asked softly touching it with the tip of her finger, lying in between your legs nsfndk loser. “Yes. Remember what I told you?” “The more I stimulate it the better you feel?” “Good puppy. Do you wa- holy fuck Minjeong!” You couldn’t even finish and she was already licking it up and down 😭 like yeah it felt nice but she was being so messy and impatient you actually had to grab her hair and slowly guide her. Which ended up in you basically fucking her mouth. That day she was so focused on ONLY eating your pussy and using her fingers. She wanted to get better at it and make you proud :( so she kept going until the only reason you were grabbing her hair was because of how good she was making you feel.

“Is that good y/n?” She’d ask while looking up at you and smdnfk those puppy eyes I’m telling you. “So good puppy, you’re so good…” you’d moan while patting her head and that made her so happy.

Minjeong is such an impatient puppy when she’s inside you, so you teach her how to have a less erratic pace, grabbing her hips and guiding her when she’s the one on top, or fucking yourself on her cock when she’s behind you (which she loves even after she gets better). And of course, the more you fuck the better she got at not.. coming so fast dnndkd.

You can’t be too good and patient tho, you torture her a bit and that’s where cockwarming comes in the picture 😌( mainly the reason I wanted to continue writing shdjdjw). You’d take her home after class and since you’ve been teasing her all day, she assumes you guys are gonna have a lot of fun once you’re at your place and she’s so excited already lol. So when you explained to her that you were gonna watch a movie she was a little confused but, nonetheless was ok with spending time with you. Oh but poor thing.. didn’t know what was coming (spoiler alert: not her for a while). You guys were chilling at the sofa, when suddenly you started unzipping her pants which she willingly took off, silently grateful to know all that teasing wasn’t for nothing. When you also took yours off and slowly sat on her shaft, she was quick to grab you and start moving you up and down on it and Omg it felt so good you almost forgot what the plan was. Ah yeah- cockwarming. “Wait-Omg wait minjeong.” “Hm? what’s wrong y/n? Did I hurt you?” She asked worried and immediately stopped sndjdjf why did she have to be so cute all the time. “No no, but there’s something I want us to try today ok? Just stay still, don’t move.” And so she did. But you see, being inside you and not being able to move was so hard for her that not even 20 seconds went by and she was already asking you “w-what do I do now? When can I move?” “Once the movie is done. But you’re gonna go through the whole almost 2 hours without coming, ok?” “..What?!” She gulped. Wdym not coming?! What did she do? Jeongie didn’t understand if this was some type of punishment because nothing sounded crueler than that. You quickly turned around, now facing her and grabbed her face to softly explained to her that she didn’t do anything wrong. You used the excuse of “this will help you last longer”. And she doesn’t have the brain to fact-check on that so she just trusts you 😭. She just wants to make you feel good so she’ll do whatever you ask her for even if it was something as hard as this.

Ofc you didn’t make it easy for her tho. You didn’t only move a little bit throughout the movie, but also left little kisses and praise her from time to time. She’d only hug you closer to her and whimper, trying her best not to lose it. After a little more than an hour tho she was already begging you to please let her come lol and you almost gave in but no! She could hold it in a little longer. She wanted to prove she was your good girl right? So she better behave. Poor girl almost looked in actual pain, sobbing against your chest while she hugged you, whispering how good your pussy felt and how much she needed to come inside it and ughhhh- the rest of the movie was as painful for her as it was for you. Once it was over tho you made sure to reward her and ride her so good ‘till her legs were shaking dndkfnjd. (The pic of minjeong sitting down with that dark shirt-).

She gets touchy too 😳 whenever she gets horny she goes behind you and holds you by the waist, her hand dangerously getting closer to your boobs, but if it’s in public you just look at her, daring her to actually do it. Ofc, she doesn’t 😭 so she just groans and stays holding you. If you’re alone tho she will grab them and get your ass right against her already hard dick, silently begging you for some attention. When y’all fucking her hands will travel everywhere; from spanking your ass, to grabbing your legs, playing with your boobs, grabbing you by the neck 😩specially when she’s behind you, holding you closer and closer to her and you can be sure sometimes you’ll have marks on your skin.

teaching her not only how to pleasure you, but also teaching her things she could do while you’re both far from each other 🙊. A lot of phone sex. Making her masturbate for you either on FaceTime or simple call, talking her through it. If it’s regular call then you’d tell her to describe exactly what she was doing for you. She does it but gets so lost in pleasure she ends up mumbling and moaning. “Hmmgh y/n… I need you here.. I m-miss you so much.. please..”. Also controlling when she comes. Making her touch herself fast then slow then fast again and once you finally tell her to come for you she makes a complete mess in her hand. Telling her to clean it for you and to show you 😳 she looks so hot doing it it makes you fantasize about if you were the one with the dick and how you’d make her suck you off- I’m losing myself rn one second one second.

So yeah anyway girlie ends up becoming so good at fucking you 😳 and she’s so proud of herself.

“You’re such a good fucktoy, just mine. Aren’t you, puppy?”

“Yes y/n, only yours…”

[lulu-tutu]

Do you take platonic requests?

If so, could I request head-cannons, or anything you like really, of Splinter (can be 2012 or rottmnt) becoming a father figure for a reader who doesn’t have one? The reader becomes friends with the turtles and spends a lot of time at the lair, obviously because they want to spend time with their turtle buds, but also because they really like talking to Splinter and he kinda picks up on it after a while and decides “yep, I have a 5th kid now”.

Sorry if this is a bit of a strange request.

Father Figure ⭐️ Splinter (Platonic)

A/N: This wasn’t a strange request at all, I love requests like this because they really pull at my heartstrings. Was super fun to write, and I tried my best not to tear up as Father/Child scenes make me emotional lmao

Pairing(s): Platonic!Splinter x GN!Reader

Warning(s): Like, two swear words, teeny tiny bit of angst? Overall very soft <3

Proof read :)

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Spending so much of your free time down in the lair meant not only hanging out with the turtles, but also becoming close to their dad, Splinter.

So much time in fact that it started to feel like he was becoming your own dad.

The first time you had a proper conversation with him was when you were having a sleepover at the lair. While everyone else was knocked out cold in their own rooms, you couldn’t catch a wink of sleep, so you decided to check out the one place the guys spend most of their time; the Dojo.

You first thought was to just marvel at the range of weapons they had, but you weren’t even close to doing that when you spotted a meditating Splinter sitting silently in the middle of the room.

Breathing a sigh of relief that the sound of you entering the room didn’t disturb him, you went to back out when his voice startled you. “Cannot sleep?”

Ah, shit. You fucked up.

Not wanting to be rude, you sheepishly nod, “Yeah, I’m really sorry for disturbing you. I just wanted to try and tire myself out by walking around.”

It was then that he gently patted the space in front of him, inviting you over. With nothing else to do and honestly, why would you even decline, you complied and sat in front of him.

That night the two of you talked for a few hours. It started off a little bit awkward on your part, not knowing exactly what to say to him, but he was kind enough to lead the conversation.

You talked about the turtles, when they were younger and just learning how to defend themselves, about some of your future plans, if you had any that is, and if not, he would try and give you a push in the right direction with small ideas he thought would suit you.

At some point, your home life was brought up. You explained to him that it was just you and your mother when you were growing up. You never had a proper father figure, but you would never trade your mother in for the world.

He tells you that your mother did a wonderful job of bringing you up :’)

As time went by, you spent more and more time with Splinter. He’s shown you a few defensive moves in case anything were to happen when the boys weren’t around to help you, to which you profusely thanked him for. He was so proud when you managed to pin him down once (though he wouldn’t tell you that he was obviously going easy)

You two drink tea together a lot, and if you didn’t like tea, he would manage to find you something you would prefer.

At some point he begins to call you his child, it started off as ‘Okay, it’s because I’m a teenager, I understand’, but at some point to both you and him it starts sounding more like he’s definitely adopted you. And he has.

He tells you about Miwa and his past family, which you take in with watery eyes and a soft smile. At that point, you knew you were apart of the family.

Sometimes the guys like to tease you and Splinter, Raph often stating that “Well since you’re his favourite child-“

You would just grin with your hands on your hips, “I am the favourite child, thank you very much. Now if you excuse me, I’m telling dad that you ate my slice of pizza.” Just to be petty lmao

If you’re ever upset, your go to person would be Splinter. Something about the way he hugs you so tightly, with so much care in his embrace just makes you sob it all out until you felt better, his calming words making everything seem so little.

When Father’s Day arrives, you might or might not have actually celebrated it with him and the turtles. You bought him an actual cake that you all shared, and took plenty of photos to hang around the lair and in his room. It was a day to remember, especially when you could spot the little tears in his eyes.

Overall, Splinter is the best dad you could ever want, and you make sure he knows that.

[pagesfromthevoid]

A Real Nightmare | a.a. | 2

Astarion x fem!tav

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Terrible flirting. Biting. Tav is horny lmao

Author’s Note: I played Baldur’s gate for 7.5 hours today AND wrote this. Fuck yeah. GIF from @rinriya

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“Have you ever considered –I don’t know –not being the way you are?”

Astarion scoffed, waving his hand dismissively at her question. “Please, and miss out these little moments only you and I share? Darling, I could never.”

She didn’t respond, though Astarion knew better than to assume she wouldn’t bite back a bit.

With the loss of her tent, Tav had resigned herself to sleep on her bedroll under the stars. However, that meant that she had opened herself up to being bothered by everyone and anyone walking by –and Astarion truly couldn’t help himself. She was easy to rile up, and more importantly, easy to fluster. His plan was simple enough –manipulate her into falling for him, ensure she won’t turn on him, cut her loose when the tadpole ordeal was done with.

Easy enough.

Her bite back came in the form of a jab in his ribs with her staff –a little too close for comfort as far as he was concerned.

“What in the hells was that for?” He hissed, yanking away from her as she settled back into a sitting position. Astarion held his side, sneering at the ache that bloomed just below his ribcage.

“For being annoying.”

“Oh, I’m sorry –here I thought I was entertaining your little crush.”

“Crush? Crush?” She looked at him incredulously, as if the very thought of having an inkling of romantic feelings for him was impossible. Astarion, of course, knew better. He could smell the blood that rushed through her when he flirted. “In your bloody dreams!”

It was just too easy to flirt. “Oh, you are always in my dreams, my love.”

"Your dreams; my nightmares," she retorted, her tone laced with a teasing edge. She moved closer to him too, unable to keep herself from his orbit.

He chuckled, rubbing his side where she had jabbed him with the staff. "Ah, you wound me, my dearest Tav. I thought you'd at least consider joining me in the realm of dreams."

Tav rolled her eyes, but Astarion could see the little smile that threatened to tug at the corner of her lips. He had her right where he wanted as he shifted his weight, resting on his side as he peered up at her.

"Considering it and actually doing it are two very different things," she replied, her smirk growing more pronounced.

Astarion rested his head in his palm, looking up at her through his lashes. She swallowed hard, and he knew he had her.

“Admit it, Tav. There's a spark, a certain...fascination."

She raised an eyebrow, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Fascination with annoyance, perhaps."

He grinned, undeterred. "Or maybe with the enigmatic rogue sitting right next to you."

“You’re right, Astarion,” she sighed dramatically, putting her hand over her heart for a moment. He sat up properly now, close enough that his arm brushed hers.

Astarion narrowed his eyes slightly, cocking his head to the side as she got closer to him than ever before. Her hand reached up and touched his jaw lightly. For a moment, he was surprised by her response, by her sudden touch. It was soft against his cheek –not teasing, not caressing. Just impossibly soft hands on his skin, and Astarion had to keep himself from shivering.

“I am fascinated by you. Overwhelmingly, obsessively fascinated…,” Astarion, by instinct, leaned in closer –he could feel her breath on his lips, and for a moment he wondered how she would taste on his tongue. But then she gently smacked him on the cheek and pulled away, “by how self-indulgent you are.”

Astarion blinked in surprise, the gentle smack breaking the spell he was under. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind in those few seconds, trying to process that she had bested him in the art of flirting. And while he was certain she wasn’t doing it to trick him (Tav was far too nice for that, he had learned over the last few days), it was still a shock to his system.

This wouldn’t do; he was supposed to be manipulating her –not the other way around.

Tav smirked, savoring the moment of triumph she seemingly had over him. "You see, Astarion, fascination doesn't always lead to adoration. Sometimes, it just leads to more creative ways to put you in your place."

The vampire, still rubbing his cheek with a bemused expression, chuckled. "Well played, you cheeky little thing. I must say, you do have a talent for keeping me on my toes."

“If you two are done flirting,” Karlach cackled, throwing a piece of bread at Tav’s head. She grumbled a bit, looking over her shoulder at the tiefling while the blood rushed to her cheeks. Embarrassed that she had been caught flirting with him, no doubt. “I think it’s time for Fangs there to take watch so we can get some rest.”

Tav pulled away from Astarion entirely then, giving the tiefling her undivided attention with a friendly nod and a smile. He, however, was staring at Tav and the blush that had crept its way up her body. It made his jaw ache with need –not a lustful need, but a hunger-pained one that he knew he would need to deal with when everyone had gone to sleep.

Finally, he broke his gaze from her and stood, offering his hand to her like he had the other day. Tav took it with a smile, pulling herself up —though this time she pulled away sooner than before.

“Goodnight, Astarion,” she called over her shoulder, waving at him as she followed Karlach to her tent to change. “Wake me if you need a break!”

He wouldn’t be waking her though. Not tonight —not if he wanted to build his strength properly.

*****

Sleep had proven to be elusive, slipping through her grasp like sand through fingers, leaving her restless throughout the night. Since the crash landing, a peaceful night's sleep had become a rare commodity. It wasn't solely due to the unfamiliarity of sleeping on the ground or exposure to the elements; an underlying unease persisted. The constant presence of the worm writhing behind her eye seemed to amplify with each passing moment, as if determined to delve deeper into the recesses of her brain. The combination of the unusual environment, the uneasiness of her new companions, and the tadpole just made sleeping impossible, even with her eyes closed.

As the night wore on, the restlessness in her bones refused to abate. Unbeknownst to her, Astarion had been silently stalking in the periphery, drawn by the tantalizing scent of her blood. In her restlessness, a voice whispered in her ear –Open your eyes, my dear. Do not let him take without asking. Perhaps it was a bad dream making her feel anxious, and she forced her eyes open to avoid furthering any nightmares that wanted to creep their way into her mind.

Except the nightmare seemed to be real as her sleep deprived eyes focused on fangs, then ruby red eyes, then finally Asterion's horrified look of realization that he had been caught.

“What in the hells are you doing?” She practically screamed, scrambling out of her bedroll as Astarion pulled away with his hands up.

“Shush, please –I wasn’t going to hurt you, I swear –I just…I needed blood and I –,”

“Thought you could just have some of mine?” She finished for him, pushing herself off the ground.

For a moment, Astarion looked panicked; scared even. And while that tugged on her heartstrings a little bit, it wasn’t enough to wet the flames of anger that were swirling around inside her.

“I just needed a taste,” he explained, voice shaking some as he tried to defend himself.

“How long has it been since you killed someone? Days? Hours?”

“Please,” he begged, shaking his head now. “I feed on animals –bears, boar, kobolds. But I’m weak, and if we’re going to keep up the way we are…I need something more. Something stronger.”

Tav contemplated Astarion’s desperate plea, her heart torn between concern and the growing sense of connection with the vampire before her. A flicker of empathy softened her gaze as she sighed, finally giving into her desire to help over hindering him further.

“Fine,” she agreed, her voice gentle yet firm. She pointed at him, as if scolding him. “But only if you promise to ask next time. I want to help you, Astarion, but I can’t have you draining the life out of me. We’re a team in this mess, and I’d rather you take a little from me than risk going after something more dangerous.”

Astarion’s eyes widened in a mix of surprise and gratitude, his usually guarded demeanor momentarily giving way to a genuine expression of thanks. He nodded earnestly, the weight of her trust not lost on him.

“Thank you, Tav,” he replied, his voice touched with sincerity. “I promise, next time I’ll ask. No more midnight surprises.”

She nodded once, looking around for a moment to ensure their friends were still asleep. Then she motioned to her throat, baring it to him. “Okay…well, have at it, then.”

He chuckled darkly, unable to help himself, before reaching out to touch her waist gently. “Let’s make it a bit more comfortable for you, darling. Lay down.”

His touch against her waist only aided in the blood rushing to her cheeks, and she was suddenly very aware that he knew that. There was no way Astarion didn’t know how much he flustered her, or how easily he made her blush. And somehow that made her blush even harder.

But Tav simply nodded, ignoring the embarrassment as she laid back in her bedroll and closed her eyes. Her heart beat fast in her ears, pounding as she felt Astarion’s body hover over her’s —felt his mouth just barely touching her throat before finally piercing her with his bite. Her eyes squeezed shut, her hands shooting up to grip his biceps in surprise.

The pain, however, was short lived and was soon replaced by a strangely warm feeling that pooled in her belly as she became lost of the feel of his mouth on her throat. There was no helping the sound that escaped her lips —a soft moan that caused Astarion to tense up momentarily as he drained her of her blood.

Her fingers loosened on his biceps as he continued to drink, and while the pain was turning into something far more, she did her best to push him off of her.

“Astarion,” she murmured, voice cracking as he pulled away sharply.

For a moment, he hovered over her as if trying to catch his breath; to return to his senses. Her neck throbbed where he bit, and though her vision was a bit hazy, she saw a drop of blood slip down the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, she lifted a heavy hand to his lips and wiped the blood away with her thumb.

“I hope I taste good,” she sighed, admiring the fresh crimson on her finger tip. Her body felt heavy, and she was sure sleep was going to overcome her at any moment.

Astarion lifted her thumb to his mouth, tempted to bite once more but instead kissing the blood off her finger. “You have…no idea.”

Finally, he pulled away from her and stood slowly, taking a deep breath. Tav sat up weakly, closing her eyes for a moment to stop her head from spinning.

“Get some rest,” he ordered, turning away from her. “I need to find something a little more filling.”

He stepped away, but stopped, glancing over his shoulder. “This was a gift, you know,” he reassured, voice soft and sincere. “I won’t forget it.”

Tav was inclined to believe that.

[beefboyandbabygirl]

can i request pleasee? wonwoo oneshot based on taylor swift's song "the very first night" because i'm in need of smutty with extra fluffy in it ☹️😔

Very First Night

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pairing: ex!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, exes to lovers

warnings: this is SMUT MDNI!, oral (f receiving), regular smegular missionary, making out, exes getting back together, brief mentions of clubbing and alcohol, petnames (baby, darling)

quotes from beefboy: "it's FIERCE" (sorry thats the only one i dont feel like scrolling thru all our messages AHHA)

wordcount: 1k

a/n: first request yaaay!! i know im a little late into the game by now (my summer vacay is pretty packed lol), but in case ur confuuuuused, hiii im the bbygirl to the beefboy (aka user @joshibambi), im taking care of all the requests xx. And im gonna be v honest here and say i hadn't heard this song until this request lol, but i took this task SERIOUSLY and i love basing fics on songs (i make a playlist for all of beefboys fics, its true), so like keep em coming. i rlly hope u like it!! (this was a v long a/n lmao i promise they wont all b like this).

You watched his name on your phone screen, displayed in your contacts in a row amongst many other w-names. Wiliam, Wade, Walter- Who the fuck was Wylan? You tried to pay attention to any other name but his.

Wonwoo.

And then you thought, fuck it. It wasn’t like things had ended on bad terms. They had ended on we-are-busy-and-maybe-we-should-try-something-new terms. It was easy. An honest talk on the couch during a chilly Friday afternoon, and you had decided it was the best option. For the both of you.

And it was only after the fourth weekend out with your friends after the breakup, you realized what had happened.  

You missed him. You missed him so bad, you wished you could abandon the strong drinks and sweaty air of the bar that reminded you so much of your very first night with him. But you didn’t. You didn’t say a word as you danced under flashes of pink and red with strangers. Nobody knew.

Nobody knew how much you missed him. Not until now.

“Hello?” 

He sounded confused, maybe even a little startled when he answered your call. Maybe you should have told your friends so they could have talked you out of this afterall.

“Hey Wonwoo.”

“Hey…”

You realized you hadn’t actually planned what you were going to do from here. 

“Do you- Like, wanna come over?”

It went silent on the other end again, and the question echoed in your head, suddenly sounding pretty wrong.

“I mean- Not like that, just like if you wanna talk, you know? Catch up and stuff, I just wanna make sure you’re okay and-“

“Y/n, let me stop you right there.”

Well. That didn’t seem too good.

“I, uh- Okay, fuck, this is really embarrasing, but I’m- I’m already here.”

“…What the fuck?”

“Yeah, and I was gonna do this whole- I don’t know this whole thing, and now you’ve ruined it, actually. So thank you.”

The familiar sarcastic tone of his voice made you giggle as you got up from the couch and sauntered towards the door.

“Really? What kinda thing?”

You were teasing him now, but hell, you had already decided to call your ex on a lonely late night. Might as well go all out.

“This whole…Romantic thing, I know it’s stupid, I’m sorry, but I just-“

Before he could continue, you pushed the door open, and there he was. Not a particularly spectacular sight, to the average person. Dressed in sweats with his glasses (your favorite pair. The slutty ones), sliding down his nose a little, exposing the fact that he probably ran all the way up the stairs. 

And still he was beautiful. The most beautiful you’d ever seen him.

“…So do we talk first, or do you wanna-?”, he asked. 

“I was thinking fuck first, talk second?”

“I wanna kiss you first though.”

“Kissing is an integral part of sex.”

“I know, but I wanna kiss you now.”

“Was that your romantic thing? Burst into my apartment and kiss me?”

He shrugged.

“I figured you’d like it.”

You took a step closer to him.

“You were right.”

At some point during the kiss you both made it past your doorstep, lips pressed together tightly and limbs intertwined in all sorts of impossible ways. 

Once again you were brought back to your first night together. How you practically jumped into his car, and he pressed the gas as hard as he could, and the lights and neon signs were so pretty it felt like they were there just for you. How you stumbled through the hotel room door all smitten and giggling, the sounds of the busy city life behind the window not even coming close to drowning out the sound of your pounding hearts. It was written in the sky that night, the longing, the want, the need you felt for each other. 

You were brought back to the present when the air got punched out of your lungs, as your back hit the mattress of your bed. Wonwoo crawled on top of you, his eyes meeting yours. 

You kissed again. Your limbs intertwined again, and clothes flew all over your room as you scrambled to get back to each other after all this time. you knew then and there that your very first night together was going to be incomparable to this feeling. This feeling, in this moment. 

His lips kissed their way down your body, not leaving a single spot missed until he met your clit, his nose brushing against it ever so lightly. 

“Don’t tease, Won- Ah.”

He couldn’t dream of teasing. Not now, when you were right here, and even though he didn’t get to tell you the words he had memorized, he couldn’t really care. Not when all he could think of at this moment, with his lips wrapped around your clit and tongue prodding at your hole, was you.

“God, so fucking good, missed this fucking pussy”, he mumbled into your dripping core as you gripped his hair tighter and gave in to the inevitable urge to grind against his tongue. 

“I know you’re close baby, come on. Cum for me darling.”

With one last flick of his skilled tongue you were falling over the edge, a rush running through your body that couldn’t compete with any other feeling.

Still in a daze, his chin coated in your wetness, Wonwoo made his way back up your body until his lips were on your neck and his hard cock was grinding against you. 

“Need you Won, need you so bad, please.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, as you ran your nails down his toned back and nipped at his earlobe in a desperate attempt to get him to do something. Anything. Everything.

“I know, I know. Need you too baby, you have no idea.”

He was almost panting, and soon enough his struggling breaths became a long content sigh as your sweet pleas and whines had him pushing into you, your familiar warmth sucking him in.

His thrusts were sharp and deep and fucking perfect. You didn’t want it fast, didn’t want it hard or rough, you wanted it real, wanted it to be just him and you and nothing else.

“Do you know-“

Now he was truly out of breath, heavy sighs and grunts tumbling from his swollen lips right next to your ear as you shut your eyes in pleasure.

“-How much i missed you? Missed you so fucking much, I should have never, fuck, never let anything get in the way.”

God, how nice it felt to know he had missed you. And how nice it felt for someone to finally know how much you had missed him. 

Between a hundred more I missed you-es, you dragged each other through the fall, him after you (ever the gentleman), and between many quick kisses and a few drowsy ones you fell asleep in his arms. 

Just like the very first night.

[fandxmslxt69]

Loki (TV) - Speak Now(TV): Enchanted

Loki Laufeyson x f!asgardian!reader

Warnings: some swearing, few thoughts of insecurity, but that';s it. Bad writing lmao. horrible plot too. lazy makeouts too.

Synopsis: You escape to the royal gardens after a shitty start to the ball, but running into an enchanting stranger turns your night for the better. Based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift. Part of a series In The Works.

A/N: Wow this is so bad lmaooo I'll fix it another time but I'm posting it now so I can get into the schedule and be done with!! This is my little very rushed entry for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration I LOVE YOU SARAH and you deserve SO MUCH BETTER than this lmao i had so much more planned for this but sadly it all failed with having no wifi this entire vaca, so this is the best I can do. I do promise a part two some time though.

Tags: (I';m tagging everyone who asked to be tagged for this part AND part 2 so I have everyone in one place <3) @divine-knight-hand @the-fox-den @nyxlaufeyson @under00s616 @mischief2sarawr and ofc @sarahscribbles

Word count: 3.5k

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

The night, in conclusion, was an utter failure. You had been truly excited as the weeks neared to tonight’s ball. You had hoped for an evening full of dancing and laughs, twirling around in the arms of a handsome guy and enjoying light conversation, maybe even some good food.

So far, the food was the only thing that held out. 

You watched from your corner as pairs danced across the floor as music and easy chatter filled the room. Women in dresses of all colours of the rainbow, and men in nicely fitted suits and uniforms. Everyone wore masks, elegant and with elaborate designs that complemented each person’s attire. “This is a waste.” You grumbled to yourself as you tugged at your mask to adjust it in place.

“Perhaps,” One of your friend’s slid into the vacant seat beside you, face flushed from dancing. “You should go ask someone for a dance,” “What?” You snorted. “That’s an ugly look. It’ll seem like I’m desperate,”

“But you are,” She pointed out. 

You rolled your eyes, picking at the plate of fruit delicacies in front of you. “It’s alright. I don’t feel like dancing anyway,” She raised an eyebrow, “Were you not talking about how excited you were to spend all night dancing just this morning?” You threw her a look, getting up without bothering to finish your plate. “I think I’ll go for a walk in the gardens,” You said as you quickly fled out of the room.

Being out of the stuffed ballroom should have made you feel better, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you were still caged. 

Tonight was meant to be fun. It was meant to be an opportunity. For..for socialising, and meeting people, and making friends and, funnily you thought, perhaps meet someone for the night. 

Instead, you walked further through the gardens, trying to ignore all the giggles you heard from lovesick couples as you passed them. When you got further enough from the palace, you slipped off your mask, huffing as you carefully sat down in the wide fields, surrounded by blooming flowers and trees basking in the moonlight. 

You took a deep breath, trying to ease the sense of disappointment that grew like an ugly beast in your chest. Caught up in your feelings, you hadn’t realised someone snuck up on you until you heard a soft crunch from behind you. Your head whipped around immediately, assuming a danger perhaps, until your eyes fell on the man. 

Good gods. 

The man smiled briefly, his mask dangling from his fingers as he seemed to look you over. His hair rested in dark curls on his shoulders, and with the way the moon peeked lightly through the trees and shone on him, he looked heavenly, with a perfect jawline and flawless skin, cheekbones that looked sharp to cut, and eyes that shone with curiosity and mischief.  He fit nicely into his suit, with a lean frame that filled the clothing perfectly. 

He was, as mortals said, a work of art. A being artists and sculptures would surely sell their homes and families to try and capture his beauty. 

I need to calm down.

But he’s gorgeous. There was no hiding it, and you were absolutely sure you stared too long because he raised an eyebrow and the corner of his lips twitched upwards.

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

“Sorry,” You muttered quickly, turning your head back to stare holes at the vast openings of the field. This had to be a joke, but a little part of your brain couldn’t help but get excited. 

Handsome young man, a moonlit gorgeous garden, at a ball. 

Could it get any more romantic? 

But that was stupid- the man probably found you a little pathetic, out here all alone rather than enjoying the ball. And you firmly reminded yourself that there would be no making out and naked activities in the royal gardens. And maybe your friend sent him, and if you were too eager you’d seem truly desperate and it would be oh so humiliating and you’d never be able to show your face again in public and-

“I see you’ve found my secret place,” His voice interrupted your spiral of thoughts. 

“Sorry,” You said quickly again. “I wasn’t aware that people could own areas of the royal garden,” You covered your hand with your mouth in horror, refusing to look at the man behind you.

What the fuck was that? 

It was quiet and then you heard him chuckle, as if amused by such a rude remark. He made his way to another part of the garden and took a seat. “You’re right, forgive me, it is open to everyone during the balls,”

You didn’t answer him, or even acknowledge him. Your cheeks were blazing red with horror. From the corner of your eye, you could see him sitting under a tree a little away from you, head ducked low as he…

Is that a book? Is he reading? At a ball? 

You looked behind you to the sound of the light music and chatter coming from the palace, then back at the man by the tree. “Why aren’t you inside?” 

“Why aren’t you inside?” He replied, not even looking up from his book. 

“I asked first,”

He looked up slightly then, raising a perfect eyebrow. So? He challenged silently. 

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him to watch the leaves dance lazily in the evening breeze. You folded and unfolded your hands in your lap. “I got bored of dancing,” Right. 

He didn’t answer right away, a few beats passed as soft music and gentle wind filled the space. Then, he said slowly, as if entertained by all this, “Liar,” 

Your head whirled back to stare at him. “Excuse me?” “Liar,” He said, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

“You’re calling me a liar?” “Is there anyone else here to call a liar?” You could see the small twitch of his lips, and how a little smirk forms as he watches you.

Shit. You had to fight down your own little smile. Perhaps he’s an ass, and maybe a little suspicious- but he’s got a lot more banter and brain in him than everyone else back in the ballroom. 

“And why are you calling me a liar?” 

“Because,” He closed his book dramatically, leaning forward and you could feel trouble radiating off of him. “No one comes to a royal ball to ‘get bored of dancing’,”

“You don’t know that,” “I absolutely do. It’s the biggest event of the year, people come specifically prepared to dance until they can’t feel their feet,” “Fine,” You huffed. “It was getting stuffy, and I was tired of all the war talk and gossip, so I came out here for fresh air,” 

Again, that stupid smirk. “You’re lying,” He said in an overly annoying sing-song voice. “I’m not!” You glared at him. “You are horribly rude,”

“Yet you find it amusing,” “I absolutely don’t,” Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him, and he laughed, throwing his head back lightly and filling the space between you with such a warm, delightful sound. 

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

You really couldn’t stop the smile that broke across your face. “Alright then, if you suddenly know everything, why do you think I’m out here?” You asked after his laughter died down. 

“Hm…” He tapped a finger to his chin. “No one wanted to dance with you,” You gasped loudly. “Are you calling me undesirable?” “No m’lady,” He had that awfully cute smile again. “You said that, I just said I think no one wants to dance with you,”

You shook your head. “You are unbelievable! You know what, you’re terrible company,” He shrugged. “Then go back inside, perhaps get a chance to dance with the prince,” He said it easily, like he could care less if you stayed or left, but you had the strange feeling that he was challenging you to stay. 

You hummed, pretending to think it over. “You know what, I don’t want to go inside,” “But I thought I was terrible company?” “You are,” You smiled innocently. “But I like the gardens,” He’s too funny to pass up on. 

“Or perhaps you like me,” He had that shit-eating grin, and something in your chest started tingling, secretly hoping you could get more of his smiles. “Besides, you’ll pass up the chance to catch the crown prince’s attention just to sit in some garden?” “Blond isn’t really my type,” Stop talking stop talking stop talking. 

He frowned, staring at you weirdly, clearly taken aback but such a dumb statement. 

“Blond…isn’t your type,” He repeated, and you simply nodded. “So…you’d give up the chance at marrying the next ruler of this realm…because he’s blond,” “Exactly,” Like it made perfect sense. “What can I say? It’s less competition for the other women. I’m being kind,” 

“You’re insane,”

“You asked!”

“Yes but come on, it’s the crown prince,” He raised an eyebrow. “Would you rather marry the farmer’s son? The baker boy, perhaps?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, stupid. There’s other royalty around, obviously. But it’s not like anyone has a chance,” “Other royalty?” He got up then, gracefully making his way over with his book and mask in hand. He sat down beside you. “Do indulge me, what other royalty is there?” Holy. Shit. 

It took you a second to properly process his question. Maybe you lacked romance in your life, maybe you were too isolated, or maybe you were just really desperate for some decent conversation tonight, but you felt like you were losing your everloving mind.

He was breathtaking. You thought from afar he was beautiful, but now this close? You felt the air die in your throat as you properly looked over his face, your eyes catching on every detail. 

His sharp angles.

The exact green of his eyes- emerald, pretty much identical to the jewel. 

And the way he looked when the light shine of the moon hit his face? And the wind gently combed through his hair? He looked heavenly. 

Godly, even.

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you

You were definitely staring (again) and he turned to look at you, those pretty lips forming another stupid smirk. “Yes?” You looked away. “Nothing. What was the question?”

He chuckled. “What other royalty is there?” “Oh, yes,” You frowned. “Are you new around here?” “No, why?” “There’s two princes. Prince Thor, and prince Loki,” “Ah right,” He pursed his lips. “But only one is looking for a bride,” “Yes well, all princes must eventually find a partner, no?” He shrugged. “I suppose so. So, if you won’t go for the blond, you’ll go for his brother? Woo him with your snarky comments and strange conversation habits?”

You smacked his arm lightly. “You really do not know how to talk to a lady. And no one ever said I’m “going for” anyone’s brother. I don’t want to marry a prince,” “That is the biggest lie I have ever heard,” He pointed at you accusingly. “Everyone wants to marry royalty,” 

“Nope,” You shook your head. “Not me,” But you could tell from the way his eyes shone with mischief and the smile on his lips that he could so easily read through you. 

“So you don’t have epic fantasy daydreams about marrying a handsome prince and gaining status, riches and power and living in the palace? Absolutely none about becoming royalty of Asgard? Nothing?” 

“Weeellll,” You smiled wide. “Perhaps,” “Was he blond, your prince?” “I just told you, I’m not into blonds,” He nodded, like this was absolutely serious and he was understanding it better. “Right, so you had dreams about prince Loki then,” “What?!” Your eyes widened. “I didn’t say that!” “You hinted at it,” He pointed out.

“You- I did not! You are so arrogant, thinking you know everything!” You glared at him, face flushed from his accusation. I don’t even know why I’m even having this conversation with a strange man I met less than 10 minutes ago,” You plucked a flower from nearby and started plucking off the petals one by one, watching them slowly fall onto your skirt. “You think you’re so smart and you make horrible accusations-” “Why are you getting so defensive?” He sounded amused by this.

“I’m not!” You definitely were. “You’re just getting on my nerve,” You turned to glare at him again, but he had a funny look on his face, he didn’t even look upset, or confused, or insulted. He was simply…..looking at you. “I think you need to work on your manners,” “And I think you’re beautiful,” He said suddenly as he leaned in, the words a soft whisper, a secret shared between two strangers hidden away from the world.

You felt your face heat up, and your heart started beating faster. A swarm of butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you suddenly had the urge to fall back and kick your feet in the air while giggling. 

Oh. Oh. Oh. 

“Oh..um, oh,” You laughed nervously, looking down shyly. But you could still feel his eyes on you, his face close enough that you can see his bottom lashes brush his cheek lightly, and the small movements of his face. “Thank...you. Thank you,” You swallowed hard. “You’re…uh, really beautiful too,” You rushed the words out. You looked up a little to see his green eyes widened a fraction, a little smile tugging at his lips, and then the faintest colour red dusting his cheeks. 

“Thank you,” 

You nodded dumbly and looked away again, biting your lip to keep the laugh bubbling inside of you to stay down. 

“What’s so funny?” He whispered. 

Fuuck. You could feel yourself panic a little. He was so close. So pretty too. How could a man be so pretty? He had to be magic, right? He’s too gorgeous to be anything less than ethereal. 

“Nothing,” You paused, biting your lip harder before a smile broke across your face, and a light laugh escaped you. “Sorry, sorry nothing’s funny,” His face broke into a smile. “You know, it’s rather rude to laugh at someone and avoid eye contact. It insinuates that you’re laughing at me,” His tone was teasing.

“I’m not!” You laughed again, shaking your head. “I’m not. Laughing at you, that is,” “Then look at me,” His finger lifted your chin up, and you sucked in a breath at how close you were. A few hairs apart, his pretty eyes looking at you in a way that made your heart flutter and insides melt to goo. And that smile. 

You felt your chest squeeze with a sense of familiarity. That smile…it’s familiar, like you’ve seen it before a million times but yet, you can’t place where. 

“I…” You started, and his eyes fell to your lips. “I want to kiss you,” He declared suddenly, and you swore the earth danced faster. 

“Kiss me then,” You replied, and just as fast, his lips fell lazily to yours. 

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

There were no good enough words that could describe how his lips felt against yours. In the back of your mind, you grabbed desperately at the languages you know, mortal and beyond, to find something to put this in words, a phrase, a string of letters, to explain the feeling of melting completely at his touch. 

His soft lips moved slowly against yours, his hand moved up to cup the side of your face and pull you closer. It wasn’t a heated or lustful kiss, nor overly passionate. More of…a gentle caress, a lazy press of plush lips against yours in a pretty garden under the moonlight. He pulled away just as fast, his eyes searched your face.

You were…breathless. It was the most simple kiss and yet, it seemed to have turned your world upside down. Your mind was empty, yet at the same time it spun a million miles an hour but with no coherent things.

Just the thought of him. His lips. His kiss. His pretty eyes and perfect face and gentle hands. Your heart stuttered. You couldn’t help but think, if you went a lifetime without another kiss like that? You might go insane. You’d rather him kill you. Death would be better, more merciful than knowing you’d never experience this again. 

There it was. 

“Ya’aburnee,” You muttered softly, and when his eyes snapped up from staring at your lips to your eyes, you realised you said that out loud.

“What?” “Nothing,” You shook your head. “Nothing,” “Not nothing,” He moved closer, your knees now touching and you felt the renewed need to kiss him. “What did you say?” “A word,” Your eyes fell to his lips. 

“Mm,” He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut and brushing his lips against yours. “What does it mean?” “Um,” You felt a hazy rush course through you, and you couldn’t form proper words. “I don’t know,” You lied quickly, chasing after his lips. 

A look flashed across his face, as if he knew you were lying, before it disappeared. He pressed his lips against yours again and you sighed happily. He kissed you deeper, his tongue slipping into your mouth and suddenly, you were both all over each other. 

He pulled you onto his lap, your dress bunching up at your thighs as you straddled him, your kisses growing sloppy as your tongues tangled together and your breathing got heavier and turned into heated pants. His hands tugged at your hair, and yours ran through his soft curls, making their way down over his shoulders and down his chest, searching and feeling the clearly built body underneath. 

You pulled away after a few minutes, eyes searching his face. His now slightly bruised, and the flush of his cheeks and the wildness of his eyes. He smiled softly and your heart did another flip. He opened his mouth to say something before snapping it shut, a frown forming on his face as his eyes wandered to stare behind you. 

You shifted around to turn. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” His hands fell to your hips. “Just…do you hear that?”

You frowned then too, straining your ears to listen. 

“No…? What are we-...oh.” You heard the soft ticking of the palace clock, and the soft slow instrumental signalling the last dance of the night. “Oh. I guess we lost track of the hour,” He hummed. “Yes, it does seem so,” He paused, as if thinking something over before smiling. “Dance with me,”

Your eyes widened. “What?” “Dance with me,” He repeated again. “You didn’t get a dance tonight, did you? Well, let’s fix it.” “But we’re all the way out here,” You stated dumbly. 

He raised a perfect eyebrow. “And?” “I-...well…I mean-...” He stared at you intensely, his emerald eyes searching your face. You sighed, shaking your head. “Okay,” You finally gave in, because with the way he looked at you there was no way you could’ve said no anyway. 

You got up off of him, dusting off your dress and patting back into place. When he got up and you caught his face in the light of the moon, your heart soared at the smudges of lipstick on his lips and on the corners, you couldn’t help but give a satisfied smile. His hair fell in messy curls now and he needed a minute to adjust his suit. 

You softly patted down your hair, trying to fix the hair do and your appearance despite the lack of mirrors. 

He took a step towards you, holding out his hand. You took it and he pulled you flush against him and you had to strain your neck full up to meet his eyes. He grinned that same wicked smile and placed a hand on your waist as he carefully began dancing through the music with you. 

It was a magical experience, to be in this gorgeous garden and have the chance to dance away under the stars with a beautiful stranger. It felt straight out of a fairy tale. 

All too soon, the music faded and you could hear the faint sounds of clapping and cheers from the party guests. You looked around, then back up at your pretty stranger with a small smile. “That was fun,” You whispered, as if scared that too loud of a noise would shatter this delicate moment. 

“Mm, very much,” He smiled back softly, his other hand dropping to rest on your hips. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours and you felt that lazy hazy cloud over you again. “We should get back,” He mumbled between kisses. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing your lips to his. His smell was intoxicating, and the feel of him so close made you dizzy. “We should,” You muttered, before kissing him again. He fumbled with the fabric of your dress, but before he could even think of getting further you pulled away quickly, straining your ears to hear the far away noise of horses and loud chatter. 

Right. End of party. Oh god.

You looked back at him, a mournful ache coursing through you. “I have to get back,” He frowned. “What? Why? Stay here,” He pulled you closer but you only shook your head. “I can’t! I came with my family, they’ll be looking for me soon,” You reluctantly detached yourself from him and quickly worked to fix yourself up. He looked like he was about to argue, but he simply nodded. “Very well. I’ll…walk you back?” You grinned and nodded back. “Thank you,” You quickly grabbed your discarded purse and mask before linking your arm to his as he began to lead the way back, his mask swaying back and forth in his free hand. You snuck a few glances at him as you neared the palace, and you swore in the light of the surrounding palace area he seemed to almost…stiffen, and something slipped over his face. He looked so damn familiar, you cursed yourself for not being able to piece it together properly. You still felt dizzy from the eventful evening, and who could blame you? 

When you made it to the carriages and turned to face him, smiling a little nervously. “Bye I guess,” A small smile ghosted over his lips as he let go of your arm, his hands now resting behind his back as he stood in all his beautiful glory. You basked in his beauty for a few seconds more, before something in your mind clicked. 

There’s no fucking way. Your eyes widened, but you tried to keep your mind from spinning out of control. The way he stood now, the expression on his face- empty- but with eyes as wild as a storm, no wonder you thought he looked familiar. He held himself like royalty, he was regal and elegant and majestic in a way no other person could ever be. 

He was, in every sense, magical. 

You felt…enchanted by his presence, and you were sure you were staring. 

You swallowed hard, mentally calming yourself down from the fact that you’ll probably never experience this again. 

“Thank you for the dance, your highness,” You said as quickly and politely as possible. You caught sight of the way his eyes widened and his expression went from emotionless to absolute shock. You turned around and practically ran for your life towards your carriage, already spotting your friends waiting by. 

As you got into the carriage, greeting your friends and ignoring their very obvious questions, you felt a pang of sadness hit through you at the thought of the night ending, but then a bit of joy, because you just got to dance with the prince, and nothing would get more magical or enchanting than that. 

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

[milky-fixx]

festivities

devilman crybaby | akira fudo x reader 

summary: never trust a devilman during the holidays.

word count: 1.8k

tw/cw: 18+ only, akira is aged up to 21+, mentions of weight gain, phone sex (kind of??), unintentional voyeurism, miki is on the phone talking to you while y’all fuck, so many innuendos, akira is relentlessly horny and a simp

--author’s note: lmao i wrote this last year for christmas and never published it. here u go

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“I have an idea,” Akira starts. 

You spare him an over the-shoulder-glance. You’re bent over the bathroom sink, applying mascara, when he makes his presence known. Sauntering over to you, he cages you to the counter, his hips pressing against your back, his handd curling around your waist. “Fuck the party--let’s celebrate here instead.”

You send Akira an admonishing look in the mirror, and he meets your gaze with a cocky brow. “Seriously? You’re the one who said we’d go. Not to mention we haven’t seen the Makimuras in forever. It’d be rude if you didn’t show up.”

“You can hardly blame me,” he mutters. “What kind of number is this?” His fingers graze your thigh, where your the slip of your dress ends. Truly, it’s hardly enough fabric to be called a proper outfit. Miki was the one who suggested the two of you dress up, and even offered to buy the matching dresses. But you had to do a triple take once the package arrived.

Maybe it’s the extra pounds you packed on during the holidays, or Miki underestimating your measurements. Whatever it is, you’re certain the dress isn’t supposed to look this revealing on you. It hides nothing from the imagination, the red velvet fabric displaying your assets in such a way that you’re a certain you’d make their Christmas party a massive scandal just for showing up in it. You were planning on wearing tights beneath it, and perhaps a cardigan in an attempt to pretend you were somewhat modest in front of your soon-to-be in-laws.

“It’s… an outfit. Is it too much, you think?” you say distractedly, looking for your eyeliner.

Akira’s ever-wandering hand is not distracted, dipping beneath your dress between your thighs, and you hear him let out a low curse once he feels the thin strap of fabric you decided to wear underneath. You half-heartedly shoo his hand away, mumbling a not now, Akira.

In the mirror, you see him pout.

“I think it’s fine. But instead of us going... How about I be your Grinch and steal away Christmas instead?”

You snort, turning around to give him a wry look.

“You can hardly steal something I’m willing to give to you,” you tease.

His gaze darkens. He bites down on his lip, and you have to resist the urge to laugh. Akira is always so easy to rile up, to excite. 

“What else would you be willing to give to me? Right now?” he asks. His hips grind into yours, and you jolt at the feeling of his burgeoning excitement.

You raise a brow. “Are you planning on letting me finish getting ready at least?” 

His mouth crashing onto yours is his answer. It’s a greedy kiss, the kind Akira excels at, the kind that demands every measure of your attention. You melt against him, your hands curling into the wild locks of his hair, dislodging the silly Santa hat you’d asked him to wear.

“All I want for Christmas is you,” he groans once he breaks the kiss, close enough that you can see very clearly the desire written plainly on his face. “On every damn surface of this place.”

“Akira--”

“Preferably naked but…” He bites down on his lip, grinning smugly. Trailing a glance over you. “Red suits you, too.”

In the next moment, Akira hoists you onto the bathroom counter, sending your makeup and various products scattering. You have a half a mind to complain, but then his lips are on yours again, and every thought flies out the window. You whimper into the kiss, and he growls.  

He departs from you suddenly, his gaze thick. “Tell me you want this,” he says hoarsely, swallowing rough. “If you don’t, we can still--the party--”

You wrap your legs around his back, drawing him closer. “Little too late for that, don’t you think,” you say breathlessly, feeling very much how much he wants to continue himself. He’s about to protest, when you place your finger on his lips. “If you make it quick, we can still make it on time.”

Akira raises a brow. “I will.” Akira’s hand undos his fly, dragging his already-hard cock from his pants. He angles your hips up, caging you into the space of your sink, his cock prodding your entrance, before he pauses. He reaches down, grabbing a bottle of lube from the cabinet, before drizzling a generous amount over his length before thinking better of it, and working some into you with his finger.

You bite your lip, tilting your head back. Dimly, you’re thankful that you’d restocked. While your makeout session left a damp spot between your thighs,  Akira is certainly not a modest size, and you appreciated any ease that taking him could come with. When he inserts a second finger, scissoring slightly, and you say in a rush, just put it in already, Fudo, he lets out a short laugh.

But just as the tip of his cock breeches your entrance, your phone rings. The both of you still.

Akira glances down. “It’s Miki.”

You share a mutual expression of muted horror.

“Are you going to,” he stutters out. “What if it’s about the--”

“I… I’m a bit preoccupied right now,” you squeak out.

Or truly, about to be occupied, you think. 

“Answer it.” Akira says finally, glancing back at the phone when it rings a second time. “It’s rude to leave your best friend in the dark.”

It takes you a few tries of fumbling with the phone, but you finally press answer.

“Hey, I hope it’s a good time to call!”

“N-Never better,” you say, attempting to keep your voice even, all too aware of the way Akira’s shoulders are shaking in his attempt to hold in his laughter. You smack his shoulder. 

“Sorry for being so last minute. I know I told you you didn’t need to bring anything to the party, but Taro kind of burnt the cake! Do you think you could pick up dessert on the way here?”

“Yeah, no problem—f-fuck!” You yelp, the breath rushing out of you in a rush once Akira surges forward, sheathing himself inside you fully. He snickers, and you bite down on your lip to prevent any other sounds out of you at being filled with his hard, thick, throbbing length.

“Are you okay?” Miki asks worriedly.

“Y-yeah it’s just...” You shoot him a glare, daring him to continue. You swallow hard, blurting out the first excuse you can think of. “I-I hurt my back yesterday.  I bent it weird.”

While that actually has happened before, you fail to mention that it occurred  because Akira got a little too eager with positioning you. To this day, your coffee table is still wobbly. 

“Oh no! I hope it’s not too bad.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s just--ah!--kind of sore, still. I’ve tried heat, b-but--mm--no dice.”

He’s trying to kill you, you swear. Akira’s gaze is trained intently on your reactions. His cock ruts against you, sliding out of you with a pop before he eases his way in. It’s already a struggle not to whine at the feel of how he stretches you to your absolute limit. You hope to god that Miki can’t hear the slight squelch of his cock entering you, aided by his lube and your slick. 

“Be sure to try ice, too! Sometimes a combination of both helps. But huh… If your back is that bad, maybe you shouldn’t come?

“N-no that’s not what I meant—”

“It’s okay! To be honest, today isn’t the best day for the party anyways. Mom and Dad are stressing over a huge catering order that was just placed! Maybe sometime closer to Christmas would work better.”

“Yeah,” Akira interrupts. “I think that might work better for us, too.”

“Akira! I didn’t know you were there. You better take good care of them and their back.”

Akira’s eyes lock onto yours. He drags his cock out of you fully, and you have to bite back a moan. “I am. You know how (Y/N) is, Miki—they never know when to stop. I keep telling them they need rest—“ He slams back into you, and you inhale sharply. “And relaxation—“ he says, grinding his hips against yours. At this point your legs are shaking.  “But...” he chuckles, the sound masking his breathlessness. Even he pauses to catch his breath a few beats too long. 

“You know how stubborn they are. It’s like I have to pound it into them.” He grins wickedly at you. You smack his chest, your other hand clasped over your mouth, desperate not to make any noise that would arouse Miki’s suspicion. 

“Well I’m glad they have you there, Akira. And (Y/N) please don’t feel bad! We can have a mini get-together another day,” she says, completely unaware of your predicament. 

“S-Sounds good,” is all you can say, because Akira’s started doing a rocking motion with his hips and it’s taking all you can not to cry out. Even he seems to be struggling to muffle his voice, a few grunts slipping out of him. You hope to god your phone’s mic isn’t picking up on the smack of his balls against your ass, which are growing louder and louder. 

When the call ends, Akira places your phone to the side, before lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. You yelp, but he leans forward, nearly bending you in half to pound into you. You grip the countertop, moaning shamelessly as Akira curses.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—do you think she noticed?” He grits out.

“Oh g-god, please don’t ask that right now.”

“Ha,” Akira laughs. His fingers slip between your bodies, rubbing your clit furiously. You mewl out his name, trembling around him, and he pinches your nub. You jolt, your head falling back. Akira grunts, his head lowering to grunt into your neck, “Fuck, why are you so tight?”

His hand comes up to squeeze your breast, his hips near brutal in the way they smacking against yours. “I-I’m close,” he finally grunts out, “Where do you want it?”

“N-Not inside, please... the last thing I need is your cum dripping out of me after I’ve gotten ready.” You shiver at the thought. Whether it’s due to his Devilman physiology or not, Akira always cums a ridiculous amount. You’ll find remnants of it inside you hours after your last session. 

It takes one more thrust before he pulls out of you, groaning out your name as he cums all over your dress, white streaks generously painting the velvet fabric. Then Akira’s slumping forward, catching himself from falling atop you. He’s panting heavily, his cheeks flushed. 

“I... wow, you really went for it, huh,” you say breathlessly, glancing down at the mess he’s made of you. Akira chuckles, swiping a finger through one of the streaks of his spend, spreading it around. 

“I don’t think we’re done yet. You could use more of that falling snow look,” he says, gesturing towards your ruined outfit. 

By the end of it, Santa’s Sexy Helper is looking more like they made the naughty list.

[stargirlfics]

The Wolf’s Den

Chris Evans x Black Reader

Summary: Chris throws a Halloween party and his costume leaves you wanting to wrap up the festivities early to have him all to yourself

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, smut: chasing kink, mask kink, daddy kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, a splash of size kink and a throat creampie finish

Word Count: 2.6k

Note: Writing this was so fun and also very hard not to turn the idea I had into a whole werewolf!chris monsterfucker fic lmao but that’s also definitely something I have plans to write about! I hope this is a sexy read! Let me know what you think!

Anticipation filled your chest and made your heart flutter as you wound your way through the halls, hoping you’d somehow stumble and fall into Chris’ lap, your thoughts tonight very much occupied by him and his choice of Halloween costume. 

It was exciting how well your costumes paired side by side. 

His, a big and handsome werewolf. 

Yours, a bewitching little woodland fairy.

There was just something special and especially sexy about the two of you standing next to each other in all the fun pictures your friends and guests had taken with you tonight. 

Your favorite had been one where he’d thrown you across his shoulders as if he’d captured a prize and was proudly showing off the treasure, also seemingly ready to whisk you away to have you all to himself. 

How you wished that could be the case…but the night was still early, the party still going. 

It didn’t, however, mean you couldn’t let your eyes and thoughts wander to him as you talked with your friends. You caught a glimpse of him across the room, engaged in conversation, your gaze lingering when he took a long swig from the beer bottle in his hand. 

The red flannel and white tank he had on hugged his torso a little too well while the slash marks and fake blood splattered across the fabric did nothing to help your increasingly dirty thoughts.

A pity he had taken off the werewolf mask and clawed gloves that completed the look but he still looked the part. Something about the way he was carrying himself tonight made him look bigger, broader, more intimidating. The exposed forearms and sharp claws did you in and he knew it. 

Your gaze and distracted thoughts were pulled elsewhere as you focused back in on the moment and company around you, unaware of his eyes on you now that you were looking away, stealing a private moment to soak in your look for himself.

He was obsessed with the ornate wings of your costume, how the shimmer on them matched the light dusting of glitter illuminating your brown skin, the earthy color and ‘Tinkerbell’ style of your dress making his jeans tight.

If he didn’t know you any better he’d have thought you were ignoring him but he knew your distance was more out of restraint than avoidance, that you wouldn’t be able to help yourself if you got too close. 

And it’s not like you were making it easy for him either, twirling around and swaying those beautiful hips of yours to the music playing throughout the house. 

Chris had half a mind to discreetly sneak you away to your shared room and fuck you into the bed good and quick before people noticed you were gone for too long, but the idea of seeing how long his little fairy could stick it out was a far better option, making a deal with himself to reward you if you managed to keep up your patience till the party was over. 

For now, the sultry and wanting glances would have to suffice. 

——

A few hours later, finally the last of the guests had cleared out, the house now empty, your heartbeat kicking up at the low wolf whistle that came the second the front door was closed. 

Taking your time, you slowly turned to face him, breath hitching in your throat at the way he was leaning against a nearby wall, a dark and hungry look in his eyes. 

“I’m surprised you held out the entire night,” Chris chuckled and raked his eyes over your frame, a teasing pout forming on your face in response. 

God, you were just so adorable and impossibly alluring, he was sure you didn’t truly know how much you affected him. Didn’t know how badly he wanted to ruin you at all hours of the day.

“Me either. Was I right in thinking I’d get a reward if I did?” you inched forward, closing some distance between you. 

You were behaving yourself yes but didn’t pass up the opportunity to bat your lashes cutely, hoping to entice him just a bit more. 

“You were. I’ll even give you a few seconds head start,” he smiled and revealed the wolf mask he’d been holding behind his back. 

Tension, thick and sticky, your body restless as you decipher what he’s saying, as you watch him fit the mask over his head. 

A surprised and thrilled little gasp left your lips at the realization. He was going to chase you. 

It was something you’d mentioned you might have had a thing for weeks ago, in passing, when he caught you smiling at the book you were reading and asked what had made you so giddy. 

The erotica had been much like what was beginning to unfold between you both now, a big bad wolf chasing down a beautiful maiden to have his way with, something you hadn’t realized would turn you on so much, something you hadn’t realized Chris would remember either. 

He was indulging a fantasy of yours and if you weren’t turned on before you certainly were now. 

Careful steps were made past him, your wings colliding with the doorway, jolting you a little, making you stumble as you distractedly glanced at him. 

You couldn’t see his face anymore but knew he was smiling, “Oh you’re so cute. You have ten seconds, baby.” 

The tone of his voice had dropped, a deeper rasp to it like there was when he was tired, the playful yet perfectly serious edge to his words finally getting your body to move. 

Most of the lights in the house had been dimmed, setting the mood perfectly as you tiptoed through the rooms, hiding behind furniture or ducking down to the floor when you heard the sound of his footsteps come near. 

Your heart raced, heat pooling in your core at the way Chris called out to you, 

“Come on out, my little fairy!” 

“You know I’m going to find you, sweetheart. Don’t be scared…” 

The kitchen was the last place you hadn’t been, making the decision to try and make it to the bedroom, everything going eerily silent as you padded your way to the kitchen island, trying to decide if you should hide behind it for a moment or keep moving when a pair of arms snatched at your waist. 

“There she is.” Chris laughed as you yelped in shock, squirming and giggling as he lifted you up and over his shoulder, strong arms locked around your thighs to keep you in place. 

Part of you had hoped you would be able to outsmart him here but the more less inhibited and incredibly needy part of you was glad to be caught, your desires taking full control now. 

Your squirming ceased as he carried you to the bed, laying you down against the plush comforter, letting you watch as he slid the mask and gloves off, and then the flannel, leaving him only in the ripped tank top underneath. 

It may have been biased but you had to admit your handiwork with the red food coloring earlier today to create the blood splatters across the white fabric was very convincing, your thighs clenching the longer you stared. 

The peek of his tattoos, the toned definition of his shoulders and forearms, how goddamn broad he looked standing at his full height above you…you wanted to feel, touch, have all that pressed against you, pinning you to the bed, giving you no other option but take what he wanted to give you. 

“Please, I want you so bad,” you whined at the lack of his hands on your body. 

“Aww I bet you do. Bet you’re soaked for me by now, aren’t you? How do we ask for what we want?” his jaw clenched as he watched you spread out for him, knees rising and parting just slightly as you lay on your back.

“Please, daddy can you touch me? Want you to touch me…” you whine again, not resisting the effect his words have on you any longer, unabashedly calling him the title your heart raced at the sound of.  

“There we go, of course I can, baby. Been wantin this all night too.” 

Your form hugging dress had bunched up around your thighs, giving Chris the slightest peek of the matching lace underneath, darkened with an unmistakable wet spot just as he thought there would be. 

He didn’t waste any time in teasing, there had been plenty of that already, his hands warm and firm as they caressed up your calves, and then your thighs, fingers giving you the slightest pinch before spreading them wide. Thick fingers caught the edge of the lace seam and tugged, moving the fabric to the side to display your aching and slick pussy. 

“Oh you really needed this, huh,” he hummed proudly at your whimpers and the needy motion of your hips as he explored the slick mess before him, two fingers rubbing your clit in small circles and then moving down to tease at your entrance before repeating the motion. 

Watching your body unravel and move with the pace his hand had set was mesmerizing, and the fact that you still had the fairy wings on made it even better. 

“Mhm, f-feels so good, daddy.” 

You had been watching what his hands were doing just as he was, the two of you practically in sync as your eyes connected, Chris cursing under his breath as he moved to kiss you, his fingers still rubbing. 

The heated kiss turned even more ravenous when your hands lifted from the bed to grip his arms, moaning at how you could feel the muscles working to make you feel good, all of it coming to a peak when he parted from your lips only to move down, to replace his fingers with his mouth, because you were dripping across his fingers and he couldn’t be asked to resist a taste of you. 

Not a chance.

——

It was effortless, the way his tongue moved against your core, the ease to which he lapped at your clit just right a sign of how often he did this, how much he enjoyed it too, how much or how little he’d learned to give you. 

Your hands had tugged at his hair, scratched at his biceps and pulled at the sheets from how he’d buried his face in your pussy, bringing you closer and closer with ease, till you couldn’t deny the steep descent any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined out, a tremble settling in your thighs as you concentrated on the feeling, keening at the encouraging hum and look Chris gave you, the eye contact and tightened grip on your thighs sending you over the edge with a strangled cry. 

“That’s my girl! You look so fuckin pretty when you do that,” came the shower of praise as you rode out your high, the sensation prolonged by his fingers resuming their earlier endeavors, not giving you any choice but to feel as much pleasure as possible. 

The little gasp of laughter and the hazy content smile you gave him had him throbbing even more, unable to get over how lucky he was to have you. 

You watched as he got rid of the rest of his outfit, pleased with his look of approval that you kept yours on and with the way you’d moved to lay on your tummy, dress bunched up around your middle and your ass tilted high in the air, hips circling just slightly to entice him and those goddamn fairy wings making you look ethereal.

“Please, fill me up, oh-!” your wanton words quickly turned to the prettiest of groans as Chris slicked himself up and nudged his way inside you slow and careful, giving you time to adjust, knowing you’d need a moment to get used to the stretch because no matter how often you fucked, he was still big, still heavy and thick and you were already a sensitive little mess. 

“Mm, I gotcha, baby. Promise I’ll fill you up all the way,” he growled out lowly against your ear, his hands find their home on your waist, one gripping your hip and the other fisting the fabric of your dress, aiming to use it as leverage to fuck you back onto him when you were ready. 

You let yourself melt into his hands, knowing he’d take good care of you as you just relaxed and focused on feeling good, needy moans slipping from your throat and growing louder as your body yielded to his slow thrusts. 

His hips grew less careful the more you could take, setting a steady pace, fucking you deep with every stroke, moving more on instinct now, knowing and following what felt good for you, his own groans mixing with yours at how snug you felt. 

The sound of his hips meeting your ass and the wet gush of your pussy with every thrust had you reeling, your face turned to the side, tucked against the bed as you gazed at him, the visual and auditory stimulation making your brain fuzzy. 

“Come on, little fairy, know you wanna cum again,” Chris smiled down at you, his grip on your dress forcing your body back in time with his strokes, your muscles burning and tense from the effort, from the building tension in your tummy. “Go ahead, do it, give it to daddy.”

You were so close it nearly had you in tears, his final words toppling you over that edge hard, pleasure flooding your senses, your fingers curling around the sheets, giving yourself something to hang onto as you creamed on his dick. 

His name was gasped almost in chant as you fluttered and pulsed around him, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, the sight of you making him approach his own orgasm steadily, and you could tell, judging by the sweat covering his chest and the clench of his jaw. 

“Want you to cum too, daddy. Wanna taste you too, want you to make me take it down my throat, please, please,” you begged, the heady waves of pleasure still rocking your body making you bold with your words. 

The image alone almost had him there, his brain taking a second to fully process your words, the muscles in his thighs tensing at how turned on it made him, you always got so dirty for him and he couldn’t get enough. 

A few more purposeful thrusts and he was there, cursing loudly as you scrambled up to sit on your knees, your eyes big and doe-like as you opened your mouth to wrap around his tip, your tongue stroking the underside of him as you inched your way down further. 

“Such a good girl, there you go. Gonna fill up that cute little throat,” Chris grit out, completely done in by the sight of you so beautiful and fucked out on the bed, your wings now sat lopsided, the glitter on your cheeks mixing with the stray tear or two that had spilled from how deep you’d taken him. 

His length pulsed against the walls of your throat as he came with a groan, your eyes rolling back as you swallowed him down, taking every last bit before you pulled off him with a satisfied smile. 

It took both of you several minutes to slow your breathing down, collapsing on top of one another, bodies slick and warm but unwilling to part from each other despite it. 

Chris ran his fingers soothingly across your thigh, peppering kisses to your forehead, more praise whispered low solely for your ears to hear. 

Your eyes met once again, the hungry look of his still mirroring yours and if that was any indication, you knew for sure another round would be had in the shower later that night. 

A very happy Halloween it had turned out to be!

——

A/N: I can’t be held responsible for the nasty things this man makes me write lol

Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!

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[pinkrifle]

Hello ml!<3 i was wondering if you could do yandere team stan and craig x reader platonic please! Like they see reader as a little sister!^^

hi lovely! i do not take SP requests anymore buttttf this seems really easy, so i should be able to do this !

saying this rn i’m so sorry if this is short #_# <\3 i’m sorry if i missed a character or two aswell!

only team stan right now as i can’t really think of much to do for team craig, sorry once more! D:

Stan Marsh -

a little careful not to bring you around his friends too much.. especially cartman AND COVERS UR EARS EVERYTIME ONE OF THEM SAYS A DIRTY JOKE LOL (no matter how old you are!1!1!)

would 100% go off on anyone who tries to mess with you (and Kyle would probably join him too) , ya don’t F with family, folks!

trades his lunch or snacks at lunch to give them to you!! loves seeing the look on your face when you get a snack size pack of skittles. Even if it’s super small your face always lightens up and he just laughs and feels very proud of himself after

he makes sure shelly isn’t too mean to you, let’s her rip on him instead if she gets a little aggressive with you (she wouldn’t really go that far dw <3)

Eric Cartman -

GETS YOU IN TROUBLE ALL THE TIMMEEEE

(don’t worry he always does something in return after. begrudgingly and hesitantly.) (he just feels bad)

brings you on all of his little dangerous adventures but makes sure you stay safe all the time,, if you get hurt EVER he’s SOOO dramatic. begging for a hospital!

if any of his friends (aka rest of team stan) dare to say anything to you (they don’t cuz they don’t care) he will 100% be dramatic ALLO OVER AGAIN, threatens to beat up his friends (he can’t rlly) and is nice to you for the rest of the day!!

steals cute stuff from other classmates and brings them to you, steals snacks from people and brings them to you!! probably stole some snacks from stan that he planned to give to his own little sibling

Kenny McCormick -

tones down his dirty jokes when with you, and also does not let you around his friends LMAO

loves hanging out with you, karen, and kevin! at first he was really hesitant on stuart and carol having you (like with karen) but loved you so much after your born!!

protects u FOR LIFE. is basically also your guardian angel when he’s in his mysterion costume! when your in the foster home thing(?) he’s visiting you like crazy and bringing you treats aswell. makes sure you never get beaten up in the basement by the parents

loves whenever you show him something you like. Anime? cartoons? etc? your not cringe to him at all! he likes weird shit too, trust. Watches and plays everything you show him <3

a video game MASTER! having any trouble with a boss fight? he’s got it. Cant find an item? he already has it and is gonna trade it to you!!

Kyle Broflovski -

takes care of you and Ike RELIGIOUSLY. love you two both to death!

plays dolls/action digs with you even if your in middle school or whatever (in the event he’s in HS or whatever) , he doesn’t want his little siblings to ever grow up! brings a tear to his eye.

every Hanukkah he makes sure you get the best presents and NEVER lets your presents break, always has them in pristine condition ! hates seeing you sad , it affects him more than he’d like to admit.. he also gives you his hat to wear when your a little down!

bakes and cooks with you, he’s pretty okay at cooking but if your bad it’s no problem! he’s willing to teach you the 3 dishes he knows how to make LMAO. If your better than him at cooking? EVEN BETTER, teach him! but he’ll be a little embarassed to learn stuff from his little sibling

having trouble with homework? he’s on it! he won’t let you cheat on anything, but he’ll help you and guide you to the right answer.

Never let’s people talk shit about you or make fun of you, he will fr fight his friends if they dare to do that.

heya! thanks for requesting, i haven’t been really willing to write lately but this got me off my booty!!! i really should open my tf2 and scp foundation reqs.

sorry again i couldn’t do team craig! i hope these were good enough, feel free to request this again some time if i’m ever active again! <3

[kelin-is-writing]

Something I’ve been wondering…how Dabi would react to someone in the LOV who’s very compassionate? At least with their comrades. Someone who wouldn’t allow him to push them away, who insists on helping take care of his burns, always there to listen. Will and has made sacrifices for the other members. Like, he can tell they genuinely care.

Would he fall in love with them? Become good friends with them? Or just find them annoying? Lmao

dabi x fem!reader

at the beginning he would be puzzled as to why is someone being so compassionate, at some point he was also suspicious about you because there was no way someone could care so much for others; the him of now wouldn’t, too much chances of being betrayed or backstabbed and he hates it, the only thought makes him hurl.

but after that night you went to him, after the fight with geten, and took care of his burns who had got worse after using his quirk for so much he got lost while staring at your worried and bitter expression, seeing how much it bothered you that he had no sense of measure when it came to himself. dabi tilted his head to the side and told you “why are you so upset? it happens all the time, it’s the norm now.”, he shrugged of with a lazy smirk and you glared up at him making him flinch imperceptibly, surprised by that reaction, not gonna lie he thought you would cry and whine but instead your reply was “i’m upset because i care, but it really pisses me off when you say it’s the norm with so much pride. so stupid, seriously.”, now... that rant said while trying to not cry or burst a vessel (or both), left him very speechless and stare at you with wide eyes and open mouth. noticing his reaction you froze on spot with a nervous smile on your face and blank eyes, you averted your gaze from his biting down on your bottom lip flustered.

realizing you spoke to him that way out of spontaneity, dabi turned away letting out an amused snort that he covered with the back of his free hand before turning to you grinning with a lifted eyebrow “guess i’ll be more careful from now on, we don’t want our princess here to cry do we?” you flushed looking at him with wide eyes and open mouth, then you scoffed ironically “that’s too bad, i don’t cry easily.”, he stared at you skeptical with a cocky smirk on his lips, which in return got him a little smack on the back of his hand and dabi let out a fake pained cry “easy there princess, i’m hurt here.”, that little shit started teasing making you roll your eyes and hold back a smile “sure, you big baby. wasn’t it the norm only few moments ago?”, the villain let out another amused snort while following you outside your room, to go back where the others were.

after that the two of you have genuinely become friends and he also has grown a very soft spot for you (sako and jin tease him lots about it too lmfao), you’re probably the closest person to him in there; at some point dabi has started to trust you so much that he has told you about his true identity and even talked to you about his plans, for as much as you were shocked at the beginning, you told him that you understood where he was coming from and why he was doing all that which left him speechless, once again. you were the only person who has managed to have him without words not once, but twice! and the way you told him that you’ll do your best to help him and stay by his side, but in return you want him to not put himself in danger more than the necessary so naturally and with that warm, tender and sincere smile of yours made him reply with a simple “sure... yeah...”, before you told him you were going to get something from your room and left him alone.

it was then that while looking in complete silence at the wall in front of him with wide eyes and hearing how hard his heart was thumping quickly inside his chest that dabi realized something: he was fucking in love with you.

[infamous-if]

Hi sunshine!!

Hehe I’m gonna pretend I was the first to send an ask to your newly-cleared inbox 🤣 I was just reading your writing advice post about beat sheets and I was wondering if you had any more writing advice? Mainly how you’re able to write so much but also how you’re able to do so in a linear fashion.

I have..absolutely no writing background and my writing process is very instinctual rather than organized. I type with my eyes closed so I can visualize scenes like a movie and I follow a beat sheet consisting of “fuck it we ball”

it’s dope that you have a novel writing background, little me would think you’re like the Viola Davis of literature if she heard that. (23 year old me thinks you’re cool too dw HEHEH)

Anywaysss you know I love your IF and I’m sending you a virtual hug!! 😁

Hi! and lolol I'll pretend you were too hehe

And good question! I think having a novel background does help since I've gotten used to writing a lot. I really respect IF authors who jump into IF with no writing experience because no only do you also have to code and write multiple books (routes) in one, you're also sharing that work to the public almost immediately.

It took me having to post fanfic + indie publishing to grow a thick skin and an understanding against hate and criticism, so people who choose this as their first foray into writing have my immense respect lmao it's not easy!

Mainly how you’re able to write so much but also how you’re able to do so in a linear fashion.

I've said before that I'm able to write a lot because I plan everything before hand. I'm not capable of pantsing and I'm a plotter through and through. When I know the beats to a scene and have a goal, I can just focus on reaching that goal instead of trying to come up with a purpose.

For example, I'm currently working on a novel as well as Infamous, and I just spent like....eight hours today just working on the outline (again). I think I have about 15 different variations of the outline, but I can't write if I don't know what's coming up next. I think I spend more time working on the outline than the book. (For example: One book I spent one year working on the outline and then wrote the book in 3 months lmao).

Anyway, almost every conversation in a book has a purpose, even if it's not obvious. Sometimes it's to express motivation, further the plot, create conflict. Sometimes it's to add depth to characters which usually results in conversations that seemingly have no purpose (like the band talking about whether orion would be a good band member or not) but they do! (its to establish the dynamic and level of closeness + personalities). When I know what I want to tell in a scene and what I want to express, I don't meander as much. So I plan plan plan plan.

But really, if you work best off instinct, I encourage you to go that way. There's no right way, and you don't want to force yourself. Sometimes people write their best when they're figuring it out along the way. I'm not capable of that hahahahah

As for linear, I can NOT jump around as much as I wish. I need CONTEXT like...I love referring back to old conversations and using the older conversations as context to newer ones people who can jump around and write non-linearly are superhuman.

Typing with your eyes closed seems so cool. I do have a cinematic approach to writing as well, but I also only type with three fingers lmao (I never learned how to use all your fingers for typing) so I need to see plshfhsdfhdsj

thank you!! I love your IF as well and your energy! Your posts are so fun to read and Memento Mori is SOO GOOD!

[thestobingirlie]

please please PLEASE talk more about Mrs H your version of her is amazing how did she and Mr H meet was she excited when Steve was born how did she find out her husband was cheating do they actually love each other

my hcs for steve’s parents vary wildly depending on the au and my mood lmao. but right now, this is what i’m feeling:

in most of my au’s, mrs h (hereafter referred to as diane, my name for her) comes from old money. her family has been wealthy a long time, and she’s famous in some small way. model, small acting roles that kind of thing. she’s know for her charm and looks and willingness to throw away her families money.

mr h (hereafter referred to as dick because i named him richard and i think it’s funny) comes from small town indiana, hawkins. he’s been working for years to build his families business (i lean towards some kind of real estate job). he’s out, he’s networking, and he meets diane. they’re both in their 20s (though sometimes i do love the idea of diane being a former secretary of dick’s and a lot younger. again, a lot of my hcs depend on my mood). anyway, it’s a whirlwind romance.

diane (and her families money) helps to build the harrington family business. she’s smart, and savvy, and underestimated. she’s also, just, exciting. and that’s what dick’s attracted to. this thrill. that she seems to take up all the space in a room.

for a boy from a nothing town, she’s… everything.

they marry fast, but steve doesn’t come for, like, another decade.

he’s a… surprise. they planned on kids, one day, but they like their freedom. the ability to do anything, relying on no one. but dick wants a son, someone to pass the family business onto one day, and diane likes the idea of children, of someone loving her unconditionally.

she wanted a girl, dick wanted a son, and diane is kinda devastated when steve turns out to be a boy. his nursery is bright pink for a few years, diane puts him in girls clothes when dick isn’t there to tell her off. she even does a few modelling jobs with him. he’s adorable. he’s a cute little baby.

but he changes her life. in a way she doesn’t exactly like.

steve doesn’t affect dick much, but suddenly they aren’t travelling, she doesn’t get to come into the office as much, she’s stuck at home looking after steve. and diane really struggles with that. sometimes i hc that she struggles with ppd. she has a hard time connecting to steve, and yet at the same time, when he’s a baby, it’s easy. he’s easy. he’s not really a person yet. it gets so much harder when he isn’t just… an accessory. part of her perfect wife life.

now, the cheating reveal is very fun, and the most consistent part of all my au’s. steve’s the one to discover it. he’s around 6-ish. comes home from a day out with grandpa, walks into his dads office and finds him…. closely cuddling a young, blonde secretary.

dick swears steve to secrecy, but steve, precious little mummies boy that he is, breaks his silence almost the second he sees diane.

she. flips. out. she’s been stuck as home, looking after steve while dick gets his dick wet? by the time he gets home that day, half of his stuff is on the lawn. wedding presents smashed, his favourite watch trodden on. diane doesn’t do things by half. she even gets steve involved. gives him a pair of scissors and tells him to go crazy with his dads ties.

dick is able to get her to soften eventually, but it forever changes the family dynamic. diane doesn’t trust dick anymore, dick blames steve for telling diane, and in a way diane kind of resents steve for telling her. she could’ve lived in ignorance. but steve is also the only person that still wholeheartedly loves her.

i think this is the point where she starts emotionally relying on steve, and becoming more of a “boy mom”, because she no longer fully trusts her husband to fulfil those emotional needs. it’s a lot of “you would never cheat, would you steve? you’re a good boy. you’re nothing like your good for nothing father.”

around the same time, dick’s parents get ill. they need more support, and with the cheating, diane is happy to usher dick away from the temptations bigger cities have to offer and back into small town hawkins.

he still has to travel back for work, diane doesn’t trust him. they both hate living in hawkins. and years down the line, we reach canon territory. a diane that follows dick whenever he leaves town, and a steve that goes insane at the very idea of cheating.

very fun.

now, the love is where it gets complicated lmao.

depending on the au obviously, but i do think they still kinda love each other, or at least, have love for one another. it’s how dick is always able to win diane round, it’s why dick doesn’t just divorce her. but they’re both pretty toxic people, i suppose, and that flows back into their marriage. but they still want to be who they were at the beginning of their marriage, their best selves, and that keeps some affection for the other within them. they both wish they could be those wild and free kids again. who had the whole world in the palm of their hands.

i do kinda think that once steve leaves that house though, they will divorce. yeah, every once in a while they’ll hit each other up and have an insane affair. maybe they even get remarried and divorced again. but eventually they have to stop living in the past, and move on.

(btw, i am always happy to talk about steve’s parents. they make me go insane lmao. esp diane. i mean, literally one of the reasons behind me writing saint stephen is because in all these “steve dies” au’s, his parents are never around!! i LOVE thinking about how steve’s death would fuck them up)

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requested by @peach-gummy​​: “Ok bestie, I know we joke about this a lot but I’m desperate lmao…Can I request an enemy to lovers coworker Taeil?! I love softness but the smut parts?…writer’s choice.”

wordcount― 15.6k

pairing― moon taeil x fem reader

description― Your promotion was stolen by a new hire and you’re doing everything in your power to hate him for it. After all, that promotion was rightfully yours. This task proves to be much more difficult than anticipated because the man is nothing but sweet, polite, and eager to help. His dopey ways make it far too easy for you to accept that, maybe, just maybe, you’d be okay if he kept the position.

Or the one where you do everything you can to hate the new lead of your team, but you end up in bed with him instead.

content― enemies to lovers, office romance, very soft top taeil, fluff, taeil is a big dopey man who is technically your boss now, you boss him around tho, co workers: taeyong, haechan, doyoung, drinking nights with the dudes, taeil just likes fitting in. 

note― requested by my best friend in the whole universe, who I love with my whole heart and would still throw under the bus to eat mark’s ass.  If she hadn’t requested it, it would have been fully dedicated to her either way. On that note, I had fun writing this one and naturally, I didn’t proofread. 

tag list:  @aedreamzy, @ahgastayzen, @subhyuck, @mrkis, @zealhaechan, @glitchyuck, @multihoe-net, @infnteen​

smut tags under cut:: 

nsfw tags― making out, slight grinding, fingering, oral (m receiving),swallowing, deep penetration, tbh it’s mostly just very normal sex with your hot boss while your co-workers are passed out in the living room, there's some talk about gagging while giving head, and listening in on sex.

 ~ 

        6 months. You waited 6 long, exhausting months for this day only to have it shattered right before your eyes. You put in the work, put in the hours, trained long and hard for this, but it’s been pulled right from your grasp from some…new hire? You should have listened to Taeyong when he told you that the company rarely promotes from within, stating that he got passed over before too. You thought you may be an exception, that maybe you could be the one to break the cycle and become a leader of your own team. The raise would have helped, and the workload would have increased but you were ready and so fucking willing to do it for this god-forsaken company. But no. “We just don’t think you’re qualified to move up yet.” They said, after weeks of training you to do the job. “We found a great opportunity with an up-and-coming employee and we couldn’t afford to pass him over.” They said, rubbing salt in the wound. 

            This is the worst Friday you think you’ve ever experienced in the world of corporate Hell. The drinks you’d planned with Taeyong and the other doofuses at the same level on your team, for celebration of course, were more needed now than ever. It was a night of bitching and whining over drinks bought for you from the group of coworkers, which by now you should be calling friends. 

            Haechan was the loudest, acting more upset than you when he found out the news. Taeyong gave you attitude, the whole ‘I told you so’ talk coming far too soon for you to point back with sass.  Doyoung, of course, stayed pretty silent despite his stern look of disapproval. You were shocked to learn he was at the same level as you at work, considering he looks and acts as though he owns the place. And those are the closest friends you have in this shit hole of a company. 

            There are two other women tagging along solely because they care about you, and come to you when they’re having a hard time with the boss because you’re safe. You don’t run to HR at the mere mention of someone having a fat ass, nor do you mock or roll your eyes if a client brings tears to their eyes. You are their friend, of course, but it feels more like a protective friendship than the friendship you share with the guys. The women lean on you, but you can’t quite lean on them considering the years you’ve wasted with this company compared to their mere months of being here.

            You appreciate the uproar of your lost promotion, talks of how they will riot on Monday, how they will spike the coffee with laxatives, how they will leave the bathroom without toilet paper. You laugh alongside the bright faces surrounding you, all equally as exhausted with the memo pads and spreadsheets. Despite the shattering of your confidence and the insecurity pouring back into you in terms of this job, at least you’ve made friends. 

  ~

            Come Monday morning, Haechan was the first to meet you in the parking lot, checking you over to make sure your fragile ego is as high as it can be. Today is the day you meet the new lead of your team, the fresh new hire who will likely have it out with you the moment you take a shortcut or don’t do something by the book. You’re nervous, but more than that, the weekend allowed your feelings to fester. You’re frustrated, angry, and appalled. You can be a better lead than this man, surely. You know the company inside and out.

            You created some of the tasks and rules that you and your team have to go by. Who organized the job? You did. Who kept the team in high spirits? You did. And who got to take over the team? That motherfucker. 

            You are somehow more angry by the time Doyoung shows up, backpack thrown over his shoulder as always, and today you don’t even laugh at the way his professional attire is clashing with the raggedy college backpack he’s clearly used for years. Not to mention, the man insists on dressing like a damn CEO rather than following the business casual dress code. It’s so strange that he’s become part of this close-knit circle of people you call friends, considering how little he offers to the group outside of when he’s drunk. Still, you don’t make fun of his backpack, or his stupid cupcake keychain that he swears his mom forces him to keep for ‘good luck’. 

            As the three of you are walking in, Taeyong joins the triumphant walk to the third floor of what you would call failure. If there were a song playing as you and your group walk, it would be the tiny violin song that Mr.Krabs plays for Spongebob in the episode “Squilliam’s Return.” It’s a dropping feeling with each step to the third floor, knowing that soon, you’re going to be meeting a man who stole your place, a man who is likely smiling and happy to have a job you earned. 

  ~

            He wasn’t sitting on your desk as expected with a shiny golden crown, demanding that the team kneel before him. He didn’t even show up until late noon, which you assume was after he got done being given the run down by the boss in his office. 

            His face was bright, smiling as you would have expected. You couldn’t help but grimace as he was being led towards your cubicle. You glance behind him to see Haechan pop his head over his own cube, snarling at the new man who has no idea there’s already beef to be had with him. 

“Y/n, this is Mr.Moon.” 

            You hold back a laugh, because really? On any other day you’d think the name was charming, cute, even, but not today. Moon man can go fuck himself. 

“Taeil, actually. You can call me Taeil.” The man interrupts, leaning himself towards you with his hand outstretched. “I don’t really like the titles if I’m being honest.” 

            Your boss beams at the Moon man as if he were the greatest man alive. You’re unsure why, and to be honest, you’re sure Haechan is going to make jokes about how your boss probably got his ass eaten for him to give the promotion to this new guy. 

“Casual, I like it.” Your boss speaks out to him. “Well, I’ll leave the introductions to you then. Remember to come to my office before we leave for the day.” And then he’s off, doing whatever bosses do. 

            Taeil stands there awkwardly, staring at you with his hand still awkwardly outstretched.

“What?” You say to him, cocking a brow and turning back to your spreadsheets. 

“You didn’t introduce yourself?” He says it like a question, in a voice more polite than you could have imagined coming from a man who is making bank, at your place of employment. 

“Did he not just greet me by name?” You question as you swivel back around towards the man, bitterness coming out in tone and body language. 

“I—uh—” He laughs at himself, glancing away for a moment. “Listen, I’m really nervous and didn’t quite catch your name.” He says in a slight whisper, the professionalism in his posture disappearing for a moment. 

“Mr.Moon—” You go to say.

“Taeil.” He corrects you quickly.

“Taeil, I’m Y/n, and I would really like to get back to this very important project.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He says, backing away with his hands up. “I didn’t mean to slow you down.” He continues, almost as if he’s rambling. “I’ll be over in my—uh..” He stumbles a bit, clearly very nervous for his first day. 

“In your office, got it.” You finish for him, turning back to your computer and allowing him to fuck off to an office that was just ripped from your hopes and dreams.

  ~

  “Okay but, he’s kind of nice though.” Taeyong tip-toes around the point as he sips his drink. A full week of dealing with Taeil proved to be difficult for you, mostly because he has become so well-liked so fucking fast. Everyone seems to love him, everyone but you. 

“That’s just because he’s trying to impress everyone. I give him another week before he starts letting the power go to his head.” You retort, slamming down your own drink and glaring at your sharp-jawed friend. 

“Y/n, what power?” He questions you seriously this time, a little fed up with the way you’re making this situation much more unbearable for yourself than Taeil is. “He’s our boss, technically, but he’s still low level. . . “

            You look up at Taeyong with a bit of hurt in your eyes. As if you hadn’t fought for this promotion like it were the final point in a mission. As if your confidence with this company hasn’t been shot down time and time again, you wonder if your college degree was the right one to go for. Taeyong notices this change in your face, quickly back peddling his words.

“I mean, I know it’s a big deal to you, Y/n, honestly, I get it.” He tries to save the situation, not wanting there to be even more tension at work. “You deserved the job, and it is a big deal. It really is, but I think you’re giving this company too much power over you.”

            His save wasn’t a save at all. It was more scolding. You call over for another drink and stare at the table as if you’re just a child who refuses to eat her veggies. 

“You don’t have to like him, but don’t make yourself miserable.” Taeyong continues, going from sipping his drink to gulping it. “He’s way nicer than you think he is, he didn’t even write me up for being on youtube…” He trails off, trying to save face for himself, but doing it for Taeil instead.

“I wouldn’t have written you up either.” You continue to argue, lowering your voice when the waitress comes over to get your new drink order, and when she’s off to get your drink, you continue. “It isn’t fair. I would have done so well.”

“I know.” Taeyong sighs out. “But you’ve been so mean to him, like I genuinely think he almost cried the other day when he left your cubical.”

            You widen your eyes a bit, trying to remember out of the countless snarky comments you’ve said to him, which could have been the one that would make him cry. 

“What? Really?” You smile a bit. “Maybe it was when I told him to stop bothering me?” You start down the list of things you’ve said. “Or maybe when he asked if I needed anything from the break room, and I told him that the only thing I needed was for him to leave me the hell alone?”

            Taeyong cringes, not realizing he was so close to such a cold person all over a promotion in a company none of you intended to stay at forever. 

“Oh! I bet it was when he complimented my hair and I told him ‘Wish I could say the same for you.’” 

“Um—” Taeyong cuts in now. “You do realize how petty you sound right now, right?”

            You pull back a bit, noticing quickly that you were finding joy in breaking Taeil’s confidence. 

“It’s a new job for him, and you’re being a blatant asshole like that?” He questions, but he doesn’t stop. “How would you feel if you got that promotion, and someone treated you like this?” And now Taeyong decides to get technical. “I’d suggest you tone it down because HR could find out and get you for creating a hostile work environment.”

“I am not making it hostile!” You argue, ignoring the waitress as she hands you your drink. “He made it hostile by taking the fucking job!” 

“Now you just sound like a baby.” Taeyong insults, leaning back with his arms crossed. “It’s not like the boss told him he stole the position.”

            For the first time, you think about it. You think about how Taeyong is kind of hyping this guy despite the disapproval of the situation, you really did deserve the promotion and you can tell he believes that. You think even harder about how you saw Haechan and Taeil laughing together in the break room as they grabbed their morning coffee on Wednesday. Haechan, your sharpest shooter, giggling like a high-school girl with the man that is the direct cause of your inner turmoil. 

“Okay.” You breathe out, swirling your glass and taking a hefty sip. “I’ll play nice. But—the moment he steps on my toes, it’s over.” 

“Great, I’ll call him now!” Taeyong claps his hands, needing the greenlight from you in some way, shape, or form. 

“Call him?!” You set your drink down and lean forward in panic. “Why?!” 

“Haechan is on his way too, stop worrying.” Taeyong waves you off, texting Taeil to ask if he wants to get drinks. 

“Why do you even have his number?” You continue to pry, trying to swipe his phone out of his hand to avoid the very idea of Taeil sitting at the table you’ve titled a safe place.

“The guys and I had drinks with him on Wednesday, he invited us.” Taeyong smiles, pressing send on the message and looking at you innocently. “He said he didn’t invite you because you seemed too busy.”

            For some reason, you’re offended the offer wasn’t extended to you. It was unprofessional of him to not at least ask if you wanted to come. Then again, you aren’t really being the most professional either.

“Anyway, he’s on his way too.” Taeyong smiles harder when he sees the immediate text reply from Taeil, like he’s won some sort of game as he watches you writhe in the booth across from him. “He’s funny when he drinks, you’ll see.”  He assures you this time, reaching over to grab your hand. 

“Like hell I will.” You try to block any possibility that you could be friends with this man. You almost want to pull yourself up out of this booth and leave, but unfortunately, you’re a little drunk, and you drove here.  Throwing your face in your hands, you do your best not to hate Taeyong in this moment. 

“You said you’d play nice.” He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms again. “Besides, it’s not like it’s a date. Haechan and I  will be here too.” 

            It’s a fair point, honestly. You can talk with them while ignoring Taeil the whole time if you wanted to, right? 

“What about Doyoung? Is he coming?”

            Taeyong laughs and turns his phone to you. “He left me on read, but he would probably come if you asked him to.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You tilt your head, wondering if Doyoung does have a little bit of slut in him or something. 

“He likes hanging out with you, I think it’s because he likes to argue.” Taeyong shuts down the idea that maybe Doyoung wants to hit it. You go back to mulling over the idea of Taeil being in this booth soon instead of worrying about it.

“I don’t need two people to be mad at tonight.” 

“Fair enough, so I guess that means you’re not mad at me?” He asks, calling the waitress over again for a drink. She’s probably getting annoyed in all honesty. 

“No.” You say in a huff, dropping your head to the table for a moment before looking back up at him. “You’d better be right about him though because I’m not about to have to deal with him for every single drink night.”

  ~

            Haechan. Will. Not. Shut. Up. Specifically asking Taeil all sorts of questions with a slur in his voice. Where was he from? Did he like video games? What’s his favorite movie? Does he like to read? All of it, you could care less about it despite learning all sorts of interesting things. Moon man. The moon man who stole your job, his favorite cereal is cheerios? Just boring fucking cheerios? What a loser. 

            Despite all of this, and despite Taeyong watching you like a hawk, the night continues and it becomes…less stressful you could say. It’s probably the drinks, but maybe Taeil is a little funny. Specifically, in the way he scrunches his nose every time Haechan tries to pry into his intimate life. It’s funny in the way he denies Haechan when you don’t. That man knows practically everything about you, and just the idea that he has all of this shit on you, all of these things he could drunkenly tell the man in front of him, it makes you feel vulnerable. Almost like you want Taeil to share some of his own dirt. 

              You notice your new boss’s ears become redder and redder, and his smile becomes brighter and brighter. Only just now are you genuinely looking at him, after a full week of avoiding eye contact and not wanting to pick apart his appearance—he’s actually quite good-looking. 

            His hair is kind of messy, which you do remember that he keeps it perfectly styled at work. You only know this from the amount of times you’ve made faces and given him the finger at the back of his head.

            You kind of hate to admit it, but this man doesn’t look like your boss. He doesn’t look like the type to enjoy this kind of work, but there he is, looking so happy that his new team is inviting him to drinks. And here you are, bitch-face central, sulking without even noticing it when he meets your eye.

            He doesn’t keep eye contact for long, all he does is smile a little bit wider for you before looking back to deny Haechan another attempt at getting dirt on him. It has to be the drinks. Honestly. You stare down at your empty glass and curse the idea that Taeil is so fucking likable, and deserves all of the hype Taeyong had given to him.

            As the hours pass, so do countless drinks. You had counted. Taeil only had three drinks and you can see that he must not do this too often. He’s slurring over such a small amount, laughing with Haechan and nudging Taeyong in his side each time he laughs a little louder. His eyes are so round and open like everything is brand new to him and nothing could put a damper on his day. Not even you.

            In your own drunken haze, you realize that this is the first time in an entire week that you’ve felt relief from not getting that promotion. Yes, you wanted it. But you would be lying if you said you were worried about how different it may be, how difficult it may be, and how many different ways you could fail. That wasn’t going to stop you though. You were more worried that if you didn’t get it, someone who didn’t care about this team would. That they would come in and walk all over everyone, that they would belittle and mock you for not being good enough.

            That never happened though, and instead, Taeil is sitting here having a hell of a time in your space as if you’d never said all of those mean things to him. He came to this job nervous, and that alone should have told you that he didn’t have the ego to treat you badly. 

“Hey—” You hear Taeyong whisper as he gently nudges your foot. “You’re staring.” He mouths out to you with a smirk, glancing between you and Taeil as if it were going to become new and juicy drama for Monday morning. 

“I am not.” You mouth back, seething the last word as you nudge him back with a little more force than you intended.

            That little nudge caused Taeyong to jolt up, hitting his knee on the table in an awkwardly loud bang. This brings the attention of the two others at the table to Taeyong, and as he smirks, their eyes go to you. 

“So, Taeil.” Taeyong brushes it off, as if to save you from the situation. “Are you single?” He asks politely, nudging you again under the table to make sure you were listening.

“Me?” Taeil slurs a bit, pointing to himself. “You’re asking me if I’m single?” He laughs like it’s some sort of joke, and in a way, you hope it is. Because what the fuck is Taeyong doing right now? 

            The way Taeil responds almost makes it seem like it’s laughable to even have to ask. With a face like that, with a personality like that, everyone should just assume he’s found the love of his life and married her at the ripe age of nineteen or something. 

“I am asking, yes.” Taeyong confirms, and Haechan jumps in with his own question. “You got any dogs?”

            All three of you look at Haechan with question, and he’s just sitting there with a drunken haze over his eyes like that question was obviously supposed to be the follow-up of whatever Taeyong was asking.

“Okay first of all—” Taeil chuckles out, glancing at you for some reason. Mostly to feel a little more comfortable over the fact that you’re in the same space and you haven’t insulted him yet. He’s sure it’s coming. “And most importantly, yes, I have two dogs.” 

            Haechan is happy, because he loves dogs. You’re a little happy too because that’s kind of cute. But also, is he single? You’re a little more interested now than you thought you would be. 

“And yes, I am single.”

            Taeyong claps his hands much like he did when you said you’d play nice. “Perfect!” 

“Perfe—what?” Taeil looks over at him in disbelief, because why is it such a good thing that he’s single?

“Oh!” Taeyong panics a little, backtracking on his prying and trying to explain himself. “I mean like, y/n is also single and—”

“No.” You say loud enough for all three of the men to hear, but not loud enough to cause a scene. 

“I think Taeyong needs to go to the bathroom.” You add, shoving Haechan to move, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, you end up having to crawl over him to get out of the booth. You’re a little clumsy when you do it, stumbling to your feet and staring at Taeyong as if to brush off the embarrassing maneuver you just had to perform.

“I don’t have to go to the bathro—”

“I think you do.” You almost demand this time and he’s throwing his hands up and ushering for Taeil to move so he can slide out of the booth himself.

            For a brief moment, before Taeyong had stood himself up, you noted Taeil standing next to you. He wasn’t looking at you and focusing on the ground probably to keep his stomach in check from standing up so fast, or maybe it was because Taeyong was being a stupid asshole. Regardless, he isn’t super tall which only adds to the fact that this man is unbearably endearing in this drunken moment. Three drinks to get him like this? Even if he didn’t give up any dirt to Haechan, you think this is dirt enough. 

            And as you practically drag Taeyong to the women’s restroom, for the first time in your career, he looks a little scared of you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask, checking the bathroom to make sure no one is inside. 

“Hooking you up?” He laughs. “Obviously you’re into him.” 

            You turn and glare at him.

“Taeyong. I am just being nice like I said I would be.”

“Be nice? You’re staring a hole through him.” He laughs. “I saw you looking him up and down right before you dragged me into this bathroom, come on.”

“Not only do I not want to do anything past work with Taeil, but it’s literally against the policy!”

            Taeyong tilts his head. “Oh yeah.”

“Yeah!” You repeat his words to him for a moment. 

“Okay, so that was a bad idea. I’ll fix it.” He tries to apologize in the only way he knows how to, meddling even more. Convincing even more, being a charming asshole that always makes you second guess your own thoughts. “Let’s go back to your house and drink?” He laughs, stumbling a little as he tries to turn away. “It’s Haechan’s turn to pay for the uber anyway.” 

            You look at him in disbelief of that sudden subject change, and then you feel relief. If you go back to your house to continue drinking, Taeil won’t be invited. You guys can act as if the night is coming to an end, and instead of going your separate ways, only Taeil goes his separate way, right?

“Okay. We can go back to my house, but Taeyong—I swear to god.”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry!” He mutters as he leans forward for his all too famous drunken Taeyong hugs, and then he whispers quite loudly. “I’m just saying though.”

  ~

              So, Taeyong is a fucking liar. After explicitly telling him that the only way the party will continue at your house is if Taeil isn’t invited. Well, guess who he fucking invited?

“He looked so sad!” Taeyong whispers to you in his defense as you drag him to your room in anger. The entire uber ride was awkward as hell as you immediately sobered up beside Taeil, who was laughing at memes on his phone and completely unaware of the fact that you hated this.

“You can’t just invite people to my house!” You’re actually, genuinely upset with him over this. He should have been happy enough that you agreed to let him come the first time, but now it’s just annoying.

“You’re seriously having a bad time?” Taeyong looks at you with disappointment. “I’m sorry about the whole asking if he’s single thing. He thought it was a joke! Just have fun, jesus.”

            As much as Taeyong does not have a place to tell you what to do in your own home, what’s done is done, and sending your boss home, drunk, in an uber would do nothing but show him how much you dislike him. You’d rather not be that much more obvious about it. And so, with the alcohol in your kitchen surely to be gone by tomorrow, you mentally buckle yourself in for the night that never should have taken place.

  ~

              Taeil is adorable. Fucking soft, gentle, maybe even delicate. Never would you have admitted this before, but now, as you sit across from him on your living room floor, you cannot fucking help it. Maybe Taeyong was right. Maybe you were staring because despite how much you thought you hated this man, you kind of think he’s a fucking pleasure to be around. 

            Three in the morning is the perfect time to realize that you were being a bitch. So, there, right in the middle of the 5th drinking game of the night, you pull your eyes away from Taeil for just a moment to look at Taeyong. Of course, his own hooded eyes are looking back at you as if he already knows. He knew he was right, he just needed you to spend a few hours with Taeil to see it yourself. You nod at Taeyong, who continues the game.

“Taeil.” You say his name, wincing at how loud your voice came out. “Come to the kitchen with me to get more drinks?” You ask politely, more quiet this time. He almost instantly stands to his feet to follow you.

            The voices from the living room get quieter, almost muffled by either the walls between you now or maybe it’s the ringing in your ears. It feels a little bit intimate being in the kitchen alone with Taeil. He’s the first to break the silence, which you’re thankful for because you almost immediately forgot what you were trying to do in the first place upon being alone with him. 

“You’re really drunk.” He laughs out to you as you both struggle to make your way to the fridge. “You’re a lot nicer when you drink too.”

“You’re a lot cuter when I drink.” You say out without thought, slapping your hand over your mouth the moment you processed the words. 

“Oh?” Taeil beams, grabbing a bottle from your hand and taking a step back to lean against your counter as if he belonged there. “Only when you drink?”

            You look to the floor, avoiding eye contact again. 

“I think you’re pretty when I drink too.” He tries to ease the tension that seems to have taken over your body, setting the bottle down beside him. “I never would have imagined drinking with you of all people though.” 

“Okay, okay.” You try to shush him when you go to rush out of the room, face feeling warm and stomach bubbling with the large amount of alcohol you’ve already had. 

“Hey, wait—” Hey calls out softly, the slur in his voice so obvious that you genuinely hope he doesn’t remember he’s at your house right now. “Y/n, come here.” He says again, pushing himself off of the counter and doing his best to stand up straight.

            You stop in your tracks for a moment to turn and look at him. You’re seeing two of everything but him, and it’s a little hard to focus, it’s a little hard to understand what’s happening, all of it is a little hard. You find yourself stepping back towards him.

“Hm? They’re waiting.” You say, pointing your head towards the room where loud laughter can be heard.

“I just needed to say something, I guess—” Taeil says, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been meaning to say it but I’m always too nervous around you.” 

            That grabs your attention as you go to the side of him and lean yourself now against the counter.

“Well, now is the best time to say it, we can hope we don’t remember any of this tomorrow, right?”

            Taeil laughs a small laugh and nods, leaning back again and looking to your ceiling.

“I didn’t know you applied for this position, and when I found out what the company did, I tried to quit.” He admits, glancing around the room. “Taeyong told me not to, and that you’d be okay after some time.”

            You stiffen up, freezing in your place and wondering why the fuck Taeyong didn’t let him quit, but then you realize that Taeil kind of. . . is the perfect person for the job. The entire first week, not a single mishap had taken place. Not a single typo in an email, not a single deadline that wasn’t met. He slid into that job much easier than you’d expected for someone who didn’t know a thing about the functions of the company. You hate to say it, but—maybe he deserved this position. Maybe he wasn’t the one who fucked you over.

“I—” You pause. “I was really upset about it.” 

“I realized why you didn’t want to talk with me almost immediately after I found out.” He laughs a little. “I think I would have done the same thing if some new, fresh-faced shithead showed up to do my job.” 

            You kind of laugh with him this time, feeling a little bit weightless in this drunken state, almost hoping you do remember this conversation now. “I just think that maybe we can start over? Even if you didn’t get the job—” He pauses to scrunch his nose, like he did so many times towards Haechan. 

“I honestly don’t think I can do it without your help.” He admits, and it’s kind of like music to your ears. Being needed as an employee after slaving away for that company. Being needed and not belittled by the man that was given your promotion. 

            How could you be mad at him now? Honestly.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so mean.” You admit, looking at the unopen bottle of alcohol. “I really do hope we can move on from this and just. . . be normal at work.”

            Taeil finally looks at you, his smile just as bright as before. 

“Normal, huh?” He laughs, mocking your word choice a little. “I don’t know how normal I can be with someone who is so. . .” he gestures towards you. “working a few feet away from me.”

            You look at him and know now that it’s the alcohol talking. You aren’t sure if that’s an insult or something else, so you press him with a defensive look.

“Someone who is so what? What are you trying to say?” You ask in a tone a bit more serious, and you can practically see the anxiety pour into him.

“No! no, i mean like–” His eyes closed tightly and he sighs. “I just mean like, you’re really pretty. I’m trying to flirt when I shouldn’t, I’m sorry.” He admits, and it looks like he wants to hit himself. 

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Mr. Moon, that I can promise you.”

            And then you’re pushing yourself from the counter and walking out of the room, mostly to hide your face because surely he would see the smile that’s plastered itself there. You head straight back to the living room floor where the two, very wasted idiots, are arguing over a rule that you’d settled for them weeks ago. Thankfully, it looks like they don’t notice how wired you are from realizing the fact that your boss is hitting on you despite the amount of insults you’d thrown at him this past week. You feel a little weak.

  ~

            The following Monday was interesting. The anger you felt towards Taeil turning into something that felt a little more heavy and awkward than you anticipated. You remembered everything the two of you talked about, and you also remembered him fumbling with his phone at five in the morning to get a ride home. For some reason, you were sad that he didn’t crash on the couch like the other two assholes mooching your alcohol.

            Taeyong was quick to pry, but Haechan was even quicker. Poor Doyoung, feeling entirely left out and cursing himself for missing the night of drinking. The last thing he expected was to come into work to find you sipping your coffee and quietly speaking with Taeil in your cubical.

            For you it felt. . . like constant flirting? As if this wasn’t against policy, and as if Taeil was really walking the line in the corporate world that could easily get him written up. It’s flattering though, that he will find any excuse to come by your desk. He will ask you questions, suggest ideas, ask for feedback, and even bring you a snack or two that he “didn’t feel like eating anymore”. 

                        It was a little bit weird though, finding pleasure in all of this. Wanting to know more about Taeil, wanting to invite him again to the next drinking night, and most of all, learning that he is willing to do just about anything you ask of him. Whether it be to finish a stack of paperwork, or to deal with an angry client for you. He is all too eager to oblige and yeah, you’re taking advantage of it. Only because he seems to genuinely enjoy it though.

            In his mind, he thinks he would prefer to see you smile at him rather than insult him and make disappointed faces. He knows it’s not professional to go out with your team and get absolutely plastered, especially considering he only ever really drinks at work events or special occasions. Even then it’s about two drinks and he’s done. But this team? You guys don’t treat him like your boss, you treat him like a friend, a part of the team. Sure, you come to him for the final say in things, you go to him for feedback—but he needs that from all of you as well. Even though he mostly just goes to you for it.

            You had told him that flattery wouldn’t get him anywhere, but it seemed to have gotten him far enough already. You’re lighting up when he rounds the corner, your work is being done in a way that makes him want to dote on and on about how you deserved to get this job. It looms over him though, the fact that he was given the position over you, and he understands why there was tension before.

            But now? He kind of just—really likes you. He does think you’re pretty, and he thinks you’re funny too. Despite Taeyong’s little joke at the bar, he also wonders if you actually are single. Because if you are, maybe in the future he could ask you for drinks one on one? Maybe you’d accept, and maybe the two of you would have a great time. 

            But, of course, that’s against policy, and do you want to know what Taeil thinks of that policy? He thinks the CEOS can shove it right up their asses. As if he would respect them past being their employee after this little situation they caused. Selfish, money hungry, they probably hired him because he would accept less money than it would cost to promote you. That makes him frustrated and angry, and because of that, out of spite, he would be more than happy to break some rules with you. 

  ~

  “You? You’re the one suggesting it?” Haehcan laughs as he looks over at Taeyong. “Can you believe this shit?”

            Taeyong shakes his head, but smiles.

“Well, if she’s suggesting it, we might as well go.” He laughs. “Doyoung, you gonna come this time?”

            Doyoung instantly nods his head in agreement, opening his phone to probably put a note of ‘get drunk’ on his calendar. 

“Okay so, my house, right after we clock out?” You confirm, standing from the break room table and going to the door. “I’ll go let him know now if we are all in agreement.” 

            With three nods, you’re off to Taeil’s office for what felt like the 40th time that day, but his smile is just as bright as it always is when you walk in.

“Mr.Moon, you are required after work for drinks and shenanigans at my place.”

            He’s a little shocked, realizing that you and your little group of friends must do this quite often. “Go home and bring pajamas or something, they always crash at my place.” You add, looking him up and down. “You don’t have to, if that’s like, against the rules or something. But the offer is there.”

            Taeil is a little more shocked now, realizing he was just invited to the adult version of a sleepover at your place, instantly his cheeks feel a little warm at the invite. He’s a little excited, feeling as though he’s fitting in here better than he ever could imagine, and the fact that you are inviting him to your house to drink with your friends. He feels like he’s won. He repeats the situation in his head a few times, already knowing that he will not pass up this opportunity.

“So—?” You stand there with a cocked brow, waiting for him to answer but he just sits there.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry. I’ll be there.” He says frantically, waving you off in a way that he probably thinks he looks cool, calm, maybe even collected. 

            With that, you nod a small victory of getting to see another glimpse of Taeil outside of work, and it makes you laugh a little that he didn’t even correct you on the use of his “professional name”. 

  ~

            It felt like the longest four hours of your life waiting to clock out, wondering if Taeil really would show up with some stupid pair of pajamas to put on so he can crash on your kitchen floor. Thankfully, he wouldn’t feel weird because it’s exactly what the other three guys are going to do as well.

            Honestly, if the bosses found out about these drinking nights and sleepovers, surely you’d be labeled the company whore and you’d all be heavily reprimanded for it, but you don’t really care at this point. It’s not like you don’t invite the girls too, it just so happens that they have other things they want to do on Friday nights, and you don’t blame them for it.

            Doyoung shows up first, already in his loungewear with a case of beer and a bottle of whiskey. He’s a keeper for sure, the only one who ever actually brings the good alcohol out of politeness. Taeyong shows up second, throwing his bag down on your kitchen floor and immediately going to your bathroom because he ‘didn’t shower at home because he was ready to get fuuuuucked up’. And then, of course, Haechan. As per usual, shows up also in his pajamas with a shower bag, a pillow, and four different airplane bottles of alcohol. 

            Eventually, Taeil shows up. Taeyong is freshly showered, sitting at your kitchen table and writing down orders for takeout. Doyoung is lounging next to him, shocked to see Taeil walk through the door. He feels a little weird, being seen in his pajamas by his boss, and only just now realizes that he agreed to get utterly wasted with him as well. He instantly fixes his posture to greet Taeil. And of course, Haechan is in the shower, screaming out his order from the wide-open bathroom door because he has no shame.

“Taeil, what do you want to eat from generic restaurant?” You ask, noting that he’s still in his work attire. You wonder for a moment if he plans to sleep over with the others, but the question is answered the moment you see him plop down a bag onto your floor. 

            Ahh, he’s all in. Nice.

            The night continues in a flurry of lighthearted and slightly awkward small talk. Straight through dinner, and onto the first drinking game. Taeyong asks Taeil if he’s going to slip into something more comfortable, which was purposely suggestive. Taeil acted a little nervous about it, rubbing his hands on his slacks and laughing at himself. “I guess I probably should, shouldn’t I?”

            Off he went, changing into, surprisingly for some reason, a t-shirt and lounge pants. His hair moistened slightly at the front from where he must have thrown some water on his face while he was in the bathroom. You think he looks good like this, he looks comfortable, he looks like your friend and not your boss. 

            Now, as the four of you are all jammied up with random alcohol bottles surrounding you, the game starts, and the drinks begin to flow.

            Only a mere hour in and you can tell the vibe of the room is what you always hoped it would be. Happy. The room was lively with the playlist being controlled by none other than Taeyong. Haechan is being his normal, tipsy self in this moment, and only just now is Doyoung relaxing around Taeil. 

            It’s kind of soft in the way this man makes everyone love him. It’s just as scary as it is soft though, as you look at him more and more with each drink of your failed attempt with the game at hand. 

            Kings was a bore, the game dragging on, but the drunker you got, the more fun the night became. Leaning against your friends in a way that shows you’re feeling on top of the world. You’re shameless when you glance at Taeil, even more shameless when he’s already looking at you, and you end up making all sorts of flirty facial expressions back at him.

            Once that game ends and Haechan steals control of the playlist, never have I ever becomes a game of realization, Taeil somehow finding himself next to you the moment Taeyong free’d up his seat as he rushes to the bathroom. 

            He felt warm next to you, his laugh a little louder now that he isn’t across from you, and it vibrates throughout your body much like the music does. From his silent, soft chuckles at Haechan’s digs at Doyoung, to the guttural laughs at the genuinely funny things that happen. You find yourself drawn in more and more to him, with his soft shirt drooping against his collar bone, and his socked feet kicking out from time to time when he starts to laugh again.

            You wonder if the whole reason this night feels like this is because of Taeil. Even Doyoung has gotten comfortable to the point to get a little spicy with the game, and once Taeyong is back and makes a point to stare at his seat on the floor that had been stolen by the thief of the group, all he does is smile.

“What’s the question?” He pipes up as he plops down next to Haechan this time. 

“Never have I ever gagged when giving head.” Doyoung laughs, avoiding his drink like the plague because he has definitely never gagged, in fact, he’s probably the best at giving head. 

            Every single person aside from him drinks though, and for some reason, you’re a little shocked that Taeil has been intimate with another person. Maybe it makes you a little insecure, brain trailing off to thoughts of him going down on you and the horror of the possibility of him gagging.

“Mr. Moon!” Haechan laughs with a shout. “Really? You gagged?”

            Taeil doesn’t even look at you, he simply laughs, covering his mouth with his hand to try and block the loudness of it. “Well, yeah. It was the first time I did it!” 

“That’s fair. I gagged the first time too,” Taeyong offers, “you kinda get used to the taste, don’t you?”

            A circle of nods, and Doyoung, drunk and proud still not sipping from his cup. “I always liked the taste.” He states as if he were king of the castle. 

“Good for you—” You laugh. “but that question wasn’t fair and you know it. I obviously have gagged while doing it.” You shorten your laugh to a seethe, glaring at Doyoung. 

“Okay whatever, my turn!” Haechan pipes up, side-eying you. “Never have I ever fantasied about a co-worker.” 

            Clearly, against the rules of the game, Haechan is actually the first to drink. “I actually have, but the question still stands.”

            There’s a bit of awkward silence before Taeyong takes a drink, and then Doyoung. There’s no shame in it, right? You take a drink, having been guilty of this very thing just moments before. And now the three of you look to Taeil, and his eyes are glancing at all of you before he shrugs and takes a drink.

“Who?” Doyoung asks, with his newfound persona of not being a stiff stick in the mud. 

            Taeil goes a little red in the cheeks, glancing at you without really realizing it before trying to stutter out an answer. 

“Oh—” Taeyong interrupts him. “I see what’s happening here.” He points between the two of you. 

“It’s not like that!” Taeil panics, throwing his hands up and avoiding eye contact with you.

“You’re blushing though.” Haechan pries, smiling over at his boss. 

“Only because it’s an intimate question!” Taeil defends again, finally glancing over to you.

“Well, I’ve fantasized about y/n. I don’t see the big deal.” Haechan continues. “She rejected me though and now look at us, two peas in a pod.” He throws himself towards you, trying to grasp you into a hug, and Taeil watches as you fight him off with a laugh. 

            You kind of go warm at the reminder though, remembering the time Haechan told you about the dream he had, asking if you’d be down for a casual hook-up. You considered it, you really did. Unfortunately, you were kind of in the middle of training and focusing on other things, so the answer was a no and it never really came up again, nor did it cause any awkwardness. 

“Wait—” Taeil looks at Haechan, and then over to you. 

“I told him no, don’t worry.” You say as a joke, realizing very quickly that it seemed to genuinely calm him down, despite already being told by Haechan that you rejected him.

“So, who is it then?” You continue, looking at him. 

“Maybe ask again after a couple more drinks.” He quickly responds, as if to brush it all off.

            Part of you wonders if it’s one of the girls on your team. The one who always watches when Taeil is at your cubicle, the one who is always bringing him coffee. 

“Alright, jot that down,” Taeyong says, moving forward. “Never have I ever listened in on sex with my parents.”

            Taeyong doesn’t drink, but Haechan sure as fuck does, and so does Doyoung.

            You and Taeil are safe from that question though, finding the very idea of listening to that—um—gross.

“Easy enough. Taeil, go.” Taeyong urges as all eyes fall to Teail.

“Ah—well.” Taeil stretches out his arms and shakes his bottle, here goes nothing he guesses. The alcohol is making this far easier than he’s comfortable with, kind of wishing he had just told you about his deep thoughts involving you from the question few moments before. He played it off as if he wasn’t drunk enough, but he definitely is. It was too intimate though, it was for you to know, not for the rest of the guys playing this game. The word ‘fantasize’ obviously points to a sexual situation, and that’s not something he really wants to just admit like that in front of your friends if it involves you. 

            He takes a deep breath, opting to be a little bit scandalous, but more so that he can try and admit his feelings in some way, shape, or form while he’s got the confidence to do it. “Never have I ever considered cutting myself off from drinking in the middle of a game so that I can be sober when I try to kiss a woman in her own house.” 

            The room is silent for a short moment as everyone tries to process his words. Taeil slowly lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a small sip.

“Oh.” Doyoung breathes, looking between the two of you. 

            You’re just staring at Taeil, watching him take the smallest of sips before setting his bottle down and looking at you. “Your turn.”

“Never have I ever wanted someone to be sober during a drinking game.” You say, and surprisingly, everyone drinks. 

  ~

            You’re still tipsy, opting to take drinks of water rather than alcohol during these games that become more and more boring by the second. Taeil seems to have been quick to sober up, checking in on you every few minutes to see if you need a snack, more water, more—something.

            The only thing you want right now is to see what the hell he meant by that, and where the hell he got the confidence to announce it so suddenly in front of everyone. 

            Thankfully, the guys seemed to have forgotten as they continued their drinking. Taeyong is plastered, refusing to speak in anything but a British accent as he asks his questions, Doyoung is equally as wasted as he gets more and more lively with each sip that is over his usual limit. Haechan is still controlling the music, having gone from r&b to some loud-ass techno-pop song that he keeps restarting. 

            Though you’re tipsy, you can tell you’ve come down a lot. Enough, rather. You could definitely do whatever you’d need to do right now in this state.

“Taeil.” You whisper out to him, too quiet for the other goons to hear you. “I’m sober enough.”

            He looks at you and smiles softly with a shake of his head. “Drink more water.” He urges, handing you the glass.

“Come get some more with me then.” You retort, standing to your feet without stumbling once. You could definitely pass a sobriety test right now. 

            Taeyong looks at you and watches the way Taeil stands to his feet and follows after you into the kitchen. He nudges Haechan, who then nudges Doyoung, and the three of them watch you two walk off to be alone.

“Did you really mean that?” You ask as soon as you’re out of earshot. “Or was it the alcohol talking?” 

            Taeil gets a bit shy now, scratching at his hair and going for your fridge to fill your cup with more water. He feels kind of dumb for being that bold during a drinking game, worrying now that he’s hit a point of no return and things will be awkward. He just makes it worse though, because you’re looking up at him like you…want him to admit to meaning every word that he said. 

“I’ve been thinking about it since the last time I was here.” He admits, grabbing the water container and setting it on the counter. “But I’ve only been invited when you’re drinking—”

“You can kiss me if I’m drunk. I consent.” You say frantically, looking at him. 

            He’s shocked by that. The ease of your voice in how to admit that you would have accepted a kiss from him. Even with the rocky start, he thinks he may have grown on you much like how you’ve grown on him. It was quick, but he knows not to ignore a pull in his heart when he feels a connection with someone, especially if it’s romantic. You didn’t even think twice when you said that to him, and he’s in awe at the confidence you must have inside of you to be so blatantly interested like this when he struggles himself to flirt without stuttering. 

“I mean, I could, but I’d like it a lot if you were able to tell me that while you’re actually sober.” He laughs, trying to calm the nerves from the presumed admittance to being just as interested in him as he is with you. 

“I’m sober.” You say back, motioning towards yourself.

“Yeah?” He asks, finally taking a step closer. 

            It feels intimate at this moment, watching the way he studies your face to see if you’re lying. “So, I can kiss you then? Right now?”

            You forget to nod, still looking up at him. 

“Even if I’m your boss? Even though they gave me the position you worked so hard for?” He asks again, and this time you do nod. All hateful or frustrated emotions towards him drain at the way his eyes glisten in your shitty kitchen lighting, and the way he’s still softly smiling as he looks at you through what you can only assume is nervousness. 

“Well?” You question, standing in front of him with still a bit too much space to close if he were to kiss you. “How many times are you going to have me confirm it for you?” 

“Until I feel like I can.” He sighs out, having choked himself up in this moment and unable to take another step forward. “Because I do want to, i’m just–”

“Nervous?” You laugh, looking around your kitchen. 

“Yeah–” He pauses, backing himself up in order to lean against the counter, in the same spot he had done the previous night he had drinks here. “I must look stupid right now, trying to sober you up to do something I probably can’t even bring myself to do.”

            You stay silent, realizing that you’ve definitely sobered up and you’re a little sad that he hasn’t stepped up and just done it already, but you have permission right? You could easily close the distance for him and initiate and kiss, right? Would he kiss back? You find yourself wondering how it would feel to kiss him. Likewise, you find yourself laughing internally a bit at the fact that your own boss cannot make a decision without your approval. 

            Hyping yourself up a bit, your eyes land on him. You take him in for a moment and try to memorize what Taeil looks like the moment before you take the leap. To memorize him because you want to see how he will change after. Not that you’re expecting some life-altering kiss or anything, you just want to see if he becomes relaxed, comfortable, maybe even clingy? 

            You close the distance for him, and he looks as if he’s still in thought like he may still want to say something but can’t bring himself to say it. He attempts to back himself up a bit more against the counter but there was nowhere else for him to go. Instead, he leans his upper body back, watching as you lean more and more towards him. It’s like he’s forcing you to chase without realizing it, and it takes him a few moments. You can tell. You can see him wet his lips with his tongue, and you watch as his eyes go from wide open to lazily hooded. 

“Still nervous?” You ask as a joke, but he takes it far too seriously with the nod he throws back at you. 

            He grips the edge of the counter in preparation, feeling the sweet, soft, feeling of your alcoholic breath hit him against his chin. His eyes close and he just waits for it, still incredibly nervous but so entirely on fire for such a small intimate moment with you.

            You close the distance, plush lips sitting against his only for a moment as if to test the waters. You ignore the sound of the water in the cup being knocked over as one of his hands immediately shoots to your cheek. He notices though and pulls back with a very fast ‘im sorry- i’m so sor–’, but you lean forward again, chasing wherever his lips had gone to say those words to you. 

            Cleaning up the water was the last thing on your mind, Taeil was the first. His nervousness didn’t stifle nearly as much as you’d like for it to during this small act, and he still hasn’t even tried to lift his hand back up to your face. So you decide that you’re just going to have to guide him, show him that it’s okay to kiss you in whatever way he pleases, because you’re definitely going to do the same.

            He’s gripping the counter again, focusing on where his lips meet yours, and then he feels the wetness of your tongue attempting to deepen the kiss. That, for some reason, floored him. He’s kissed before, he’s made out, he’s done countless things with women, but never have they been the one pinning him against a counter to do it. Your softness matched his own, but your willingness to take the control had him feeling as though he could melt into a puddle, much like the water still dripping onto your floor. 

            He finally accepts it. Accepts that this is what you both want, and he parts his lips. Only now does he have the confidence to take control from you, like he is giving you a chance to enjoy it. As if showing you that he isn’t so bad at kissing after all, at least when he isn’t being a nervous wreck about it. 

            Taeil puts a bit of force behind his kiss, leaning into you more than the counter now. His lips are chasing, pulling you back in with ease during this silent moment. His hands now unlocked from the counter-tops and reaching back to your cheeks, tilting your head so that he can angle his lips and dart his tongue across yours in a moment that slightly heats up his gut. He’s feeling a little bubbly on the inside, in the way you slip your fingers through his hair and kiss him back eagerly, and he wants nothing more than what you’re doing in this moment. 

            He doesn’t need more of you, he doesn’t need your clothes to be off or for your legs to be around him. Feeling you at all, your lips against his as you scratch against his hair, tilting your head just to slot your lips in different ways–that’s enough for him.

            And then it’s over, and maybe he does actually want a little more. The cool air hitting the wetness against his lips from the way you pull back to look at him makes him shiver a bit despite the warmth he has all over his body. 

            You look different to him right now. You don’t look as if you ever disliked him, and you’re studying his face in a way that he can tell you’re looking for his approval. You’re silently urging him for a green light and hoping that this was really okay to do. Despite the policies and the red flags of having feelings for your own boss, he images you have a lot of thoughts in your head now when he wishes the only thought was of kissing him again.

            He leans forward, trying to re-capture your lips against his own but fails when you pull back. 

“Taeil, the guys are going to start wondering why it’s taking so long–” You go to say, wanting nothing more than to kiss him again and damn the men in your living room to a closet for the night to sleep. 

“I think they’re aware.” He laughs, leaning back and trying not to calculate the distance between your bodies now. “I think they’re more aware than we were.” He sighs this time, comfortable in this space and shifting his feet.

            The water from the spill seeping into his socks was a crawling feeling, and he tries not to make a face, he really does. He pulls his foot back and pretends it’s not soaking wet, still looking at you as if there were more to say in this conversation. 

“I think–” You go to say, fully aware that he just put his foot directly into the puddle of water. “I think I should clean this up.”

            For some reason, the way he kissed you has you feeling nervous now. The switch in mood hits you in a way that scares you. Do you want him to have bad thoughts about you? Of course, but only specific bad thoughts. You don’t want him to think you’re easy. Or someone who would hit it and quit it. You hang out with a group of men for Christ's sake, is he going to assume you’ve done this with others in the office outside of him? What if he thinks you’re attempting to fuck your way to the top?

            All of these thoughts swirl in your head when you turn to grab a hand towel, and they swirl a little slower when you squat down beside him and begin to wipe up the mess. For a moment you glance at his body, noticing the bulge in his lounge pants that he probably hadn’t even noticed himself yet.

            You take a deep breath, prying your eyes from his middle and forcing them back down to the puddle you’d somehow missed completely. You were wiping up a dry floor while staring at his. . . 

            Anyway, you finally get the water seeped into the towel and almost can’t bare to look up at him, but you do anyway, feeling a little shameful of what’s going through your brain right now.

            He’s already looking down at you, forgetting himself that he probably should have helped you wipe that up, but he was kind of watching the way your eyes literally devoured him for a solid three seconds and it drove him into a mind state of staying absolutely frozen as he tries to either further the situation or run for the hills. 

“Do you, um–” He tries to say, but his voice cracks in an embarrassing way that has him shifting legs and leaning a little more stiffly. “want to maybe…keep going?” 

            You’re still at hip level to him, squatted in the floor when he asks you and you wonder if maybe, his initiation of this could clear you of any bad thoughts. You hadn’t initiated the kiss until he expressed to wanting it. The only thing you’ve done was invite him to a night out to unwind. If he asks to keep going, it would mean you weren’t trying to use him for promotions or like you’re the type to throw yourself at any cock that comes through the door, right?

            You stand to your feet, looking at him.

“Do you want to?” You ask, looking at him and trying to ignore the fact that his bulge is still there, very much visible in those pants. 

            He nods and looks around the room. “But the guys–”

“Don’t worry about them.” You assure him, stepping towards him. “I do want to keep going, I just–” You look down at his obviously wet sock, but you don’t laugh. “I don’t want you to think this kind of thing is normal for me.”

            He nods again, like anything you say to him would be agreeable regardless. Then it dawns on him. “Oh-” His realization shows plainly on his face. “God no. I didn’t think that for even a second.”

            You smile at him and honestly, it’s like his heart is beaming at that. He can see the relief on your face, and he hopes it never goes away.

“That never even crossed my mind–” He continues, droning on and spilling his thoughts as they come to him. “I just haven’t really had a crush like this in a long time and it’s really hard to act like I’m not interested.”

            You smile wider, poking your own foot into his, feeling how uncomfortable he must be standing here like this. 

“I haven’t had much time for crushes either if I’m being straight with you.” You admit. “I do really want to keep going though…” You trail off this time, the room going silent and your lips start tingling with the urge to jump him right then and there. 

            You do lean in, but you can tell he has something else to say.

“Right here?” He laughs, unsure if he’s admitting to just how far he’s wanting to go, but he does think you are meeting him in the middle when it comes to this situation.

 You both are adults after all, ‘keep going’ for two adults with interest usually means a lot more compared to high schoolers who have only held hands. There isn’t a clear indication of a stopping point, and you don’t know if there will be one. Because if the two of you are truly on the same page, you think the same idea is crossing your minds. 

“Oh, right.” You finally say, pulling yourself back and looking at his feet one last time. “You should probably change your socks, by the way.” You laugh out as you turn to walk out of the room to deal with the heavily drunk businessmen in your living room.

  ~

              The three men in the living room were heavily invested when you told them that you were going to bed. Not because you were going to sleep or anything, mostly because they watched Taeil follow after you and close the door.

            They looked at each other, looked at the door, and decided that this situation was much better than it would have been if you were to continue disliking Taeil. Whatever you did in your own home was your business, and whatever you did in your own room with their boss was definitely not their business. 

            Knowing they’d still pry it out of one of you, Doyoung passed out shortly after that door was closed, clutching a couch pillow in his hands and doing his best to ride the roller coaster that went on behind his eyes. Taeyong and Haechan stayed up a bit longer, sipping water and gossiping about what you guys must have done in that kitchen while getting water. Thoughts of the questions from the game, the way Taeil pulled up quickly without warning, and the way you sobered yourself up just to see if he keeps that energy. They enjoyed the gossip because it wasn’t exactly drama, and if it stayed between the people in this house, everything should go by smoothly.

            You, however, you’re absolutely fucking floored by Taeil. The very idea of him being sexual in any way kind of has your brain twisting and turning with all sorts of images that you want to grasp as if it were a core memory. 

            When he had followed you through the door, closing it gently and standing there as if he had no idea what to do, you were also at a loss. So, now here you are, giving him a tour of the small bedroom so that he doesn’t somehow get lost in it.

“Here’s my closet, the tv, my bed…” You drone on, walking around the room and presenting each section as if he should be taking notes. 

            Taeil looks around, endeared by how lived in the room looks. He felt comfortable behind this closed door with you, looking to your tv for just an extra bit of comfort considering on the other side of that door are three other men who you have to see every single weekday. He isn’t so sure if he could survive the embarrassment of them hearing whatever ends up happening in this room.

“Can we turn on the tv?” Taeil asks, slowly stepping further into the room and heading towards your bed.

“You…want to watch tv?” 

            There’s a split moment where you realize that you are not picking up a single hint of what he’s putting down for you. Of course he doesn’t want to watch tv. “Oh–” You immediately sigh out, grabbing the remote and putting on something completely at random. You can see him smile at it, placing himself on your bed.

“Is it okay if I sit?” He asks, like he’s not in this room to do god knows what with you.

“You can lay down if you want.” It comes out like a mutter, wanting the awkward transition from talking to kissing to be over with. “Why don’t we just pick up where we left off?” 

            Taeil rubs his hands against his lounge pants, sitting stiffly in place on the edge of the bed, but he nods his head as if he’s waiting for you to repeat what you had done in the kitchen. He can’t help it, being surrounded by everything that is you on a night where he never would have expected this to happen is creating a fog wall that feels near impenetrable. 

            To his relief, you do exactly what he needs in this moment. Crawling onto the bed behind him and pulling his shirt so that he falls back onto his back. He hits the mattress with a huff, but he smiles nonetheless and stares up at you. “Yeah?” You whisper out, wanting to get on with it still so that he can realize that he’s making this far too awkward for himself.

“Yeah—” He confirms with a small chuckle, still staring up at you as if you were the only woman he had ever found interest in.

            It’s slow when you lean down to press a quick kiss to his lips, knowing full well that the small action would relax him enough to move on his own. It’s a little faster when you lay yourself down as if you’re going to sleep now, head against the pillows and eyes drooped a bit. “C’mere.” You say sweetly, beckoning him with a finger when he skews his to watch you.

            He does as you ask, languidly sitting upright and scooting to your side. Taeil looks down at you, and the way your eyes meet his own in a way that shows him you want him to kiss you this time. So he does, forcing himself to just stop thinking so damn hard and give you what you seem to want.

            Leaning down, Taeil is careful not to place his elbow against your hair as to pull it, and he gently sets his lips against yours as he adjusts his body to lay next to you. He turns your face along with his movements, keeping his lips connected until he’s comfortable enough to hold your jaw in place.

            He deepens the kiss this time, his mind overflowing with the idea of how pretty you looked the day he introduced himself, and how sweet you had become towards him. He’s in your home, kissing you and feeling as if he could do it forever. 

            Slipping his tongue against yours felt even better than it did in your kitchen, nothing holding him back but his own fondness of not wanting this moment to end. You’d kissed him back just as gently, but it wasn’t long before he could feel your eagerness spilling through by your breathing alone.

            You were kissing him as deeply as you could in the position you were, neck-straining just to press your lips harder against him, in a bruising way almost. Taeil smiled at that, his lips upturned as he pulled himself back for a breath and for a moment to look at you.

            He could tell by the look in your eye that this was going to be more than just kissing each other and testing the water, but he was enjoying this languid way of showing his own need. He dips back down to kiss you again, just as deep before and becomes a little shocked at the way you immediately tug against his shirt. 

            You’re pulling, trying to get him on top of you. Even if it goes no further than this, you want his weight on top of you, holding onto you, weighing you down against this mattress so you don’t have to think of why it’s wrong to be doing this. 

            Taeil listens after a few more tugs, allowing your hands to guide him by the collar of his shirt. You knew full well that forcing him to hover half of his body over you would become uncomfortable at some point, and he would slot himself between your legs. He did that almost immediately though, already pressing his palm hard against the pillow you’re lying against for balance and pulling away from the kiss so that he can slot his knee between your thighs. 

            He lets out a small breath when he does it, looking at you in a way you’d never seen before. His pupils look bigger, hair a fluffy mess on top of his head. He looks more than a friend, more than a boss, he looks like someone you’d prefer to have on top of you several more times if he would allow it.

            The soft features on his face are standing out more when you see him from this angle, and you don’t hesitate for a moment to reach up and guide his lips right back to yours. You’re thinking about how his body will start to react, how his lips may begin to move faster until he’s out of breath.

            You don’t mind becoming needy, you really don’t. He doesn’t seem to mind so much either when you pull one of his hands from your waist and guide it beneath your shirt. It almost surprises you at how experienced he must be at this, expertly kneading and pinching as he kisses you without a single stutter of his tongue. It was insanely hot to you now, to see him like this after only knowing of his nervous professional self. 

That nervous man who kept bringing you snacks, the one who stepped in a puddle of water from a cup he spilled. He’s the one using his fingers to do so little, but make it feel so good. He’s the one who appears to makeout with such experience that you believe it should be the first mention on his resume under the skills section. And he only gets better at it. The kissing becomes mindless as the mere squeezes against your nipple have you nearly coming undone beneath him. 

            You urge for more, grabbing the hand that’s still expertly rubbing your flesh and pushing it down. Once again guiding him. Taeil is fully aware of what you’re wanting, and is relishing in the idea of how you’re putting him in the exact situation he wants to be in. 

            You’re not exactly afraid to show him what you want, and you can tell he knows what he’s doing when he stays in one spot for too long. However, he nearly knocks the breath out of you, to the point to where you miss his little sighed out laugh when he slides that same hand beneath your lounge pants far quicker than your hand was guiding him.

            Taeil was thinking a little too hard at this point, pulling back from your lips even more just so he could see the lump of his hand beneath your pants making it’s way. The warmth of your thighs against his palm and the way you attempt to squeeze his hand despite his knee preventing you from doing it? Perfect. His eyes slowly trail back up to yours, your stomach slightly exposed from what his hand had been doing previous. 

            Looking at you, he settles himself back to your side and keeps his arm outstretched so that he can continue to feel beneath your pants. Be begins to examine the way your chest rises and falls when he drags his hands closer and closer to the puddle against your panties. When he does finally get to that spot, you watch as his eyes shoot straight to your face and it’s almost as if he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

            He doesn’t take his time to take your pants or panties off, and instead opts to rub that wet spot harshly, thumb finding it’s way to your clit as he dips right back into your lips to kiss you. If he’s being completely honest here, you looked so pretty already, but feeling that warmth, and the wetness he had caused you paired with your eyes looking back at him, almost as if you were patiently waiting for him to do more? It kind of threw him off of his game.

            He felt starved, despite having only met you two weeks ago. His harsh rubs against your core is causing you to gasp only slightly into his mouth, bucking your own hips up in order to somehow feel more and more of it. Taeil isn’t trying at all to take his time now, he, more easily than he thought he could, hooks your panties in his fingers and pulls them to the side, kissing you harder now that he realizes he’s literally about to finger fuck you in a way you’d never think he could.

            He positions himself yet again, unable to find a position that most satisfies him. He looks down at you when he sits up and finally, and fully positions himself in a way that allows him to take off your pants. He’s fluid when he does it, slipping his hand out of your pants only to pull them down along with your panties in one switch motion. You shiver at the air hitting you, but soon he was spreading your legs further apart as he kicked his own pants off of him. Before you even let him look at you, you’re tugging his shirt, urging him to just go ahead and get the rest taken care of.

            He follows suit, throwing his shirt off of him so quickly that by the time you’d pulled yours off, he was already staring down between your legs in a way that made you feel like he really wanted this. When he suggested doing more earlier, he really meant more. 

            You can see his chest heaving, and though his underwear is still on, to your dismay, you don’t argue it. Preparing your body instead for what’s to come, you watch him do what he’s apparently best at. His hand works itself in the same way it did when your pants were on. He rubs against your folds, staring at it all the while, and then he tests the waters, slipping in the tip of his finger and finally meeting your face again.

            Your pupils are blown now too, as if they weren’t already and when he sinks that same finger further in, you can see his cock move beneath his boxers. It’s hitting you now, your gut dropping at the feeling of any part of Taeil working you open. 

            As much as you want to kiss him while he does this, all you can do is watch the way his other hand works it’s way right back up to your chest, twisting and pulling the long forgotten nub and sending electric shocks straight down to where his finger slowly begins to fuck into you.

            He keeps glancing from his finger disappearing inside of you to your face, searching for a reaction, searching for the need or lust or whatever it is you may want from him. It comes far too soon when you buck your hips up against his finger, murmuring out a small ‘another’. 

            Taeil complies, slipping in another finger and settling himself in a way to where he can lean back over you to kiss you. His lips moved much faster this time, and you can feel him slightly grind his cock against his own wrist while he plunges his fingers into you. It’s a different kind of want, you think. He wants to please you above all, and it appears it’s always been that way from the start.

“Feel good?” Taeil asks for confirmation when he pulls back from the messy kiss, grinding himself a bit harder against his wrist, you can feel his fingers sink deeper into you from it. 

            You gasp out at him, not answering but instead lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his neck so tightly, that you don’t think he could move if he wanted to. You kiss him, and you kiss and kiss and kiss until his fingers are utterly soaked as they work you open.

            Forgetting where you were for a moment there, you finally loosen your grip on him, dropping your arms to cover your face as you allow yourself to just feel it. He takes that opportunity to pull back again, watching how you glisten around his fingers. It feels almost unbearable to him, his cock practically begging to be put to use at this point. He doesn’t need anything more than you being wrapped around it. 

            Blow jobs and hand jobs are great and all, but you look so. . . ready. 

“Can I?” He suddenly asks, pulling you from the sparking thoughts of how his fingers were working magic inside of you, and it kind of shocks you a bit at the sudden words in the room. When you open your eyes to look at him, you can see his arm flexing as his fingers begin to slow their pace, his other hand pressed firmly around his cock that he had presumably pulled out as you were too busy feeling. 

            You just stare at it, realizing that you are seeing him in the most intimate way you could possibly see a person and you couldn’t even consider asking for more. His heavy cock long neglected since that first moment you’d noticed the slight bulge in the kitchen. Taeil can have whatever he wants. He can do whatever he wants. 

            You swallow thickly at him, spreading your legs just a bit more to give him the okay, and he doesn’t even question it. 

            Taeil pulls his fingers out of you but keeps one pressed firmly against your clit. He isn’t rubbing, nor is he drawing shapes against it in order to get you to finally moan or anything. He’s just resting it there, like a thumb tack in a to-do list to remind him that he’s going to make you cum around him. 

            You’re anticipating it at this point. Watching his hand disappear between your bodies as you can feel the tip rest against your folds at his positioning of it, and then his hand is up and in your hair. You can barely register what he’s doing when you feel it. One long, fluid thrust into you so that he bottoms out in one go. He was holding his breath when he did it, releasing it only after he had rested his abdomen against your belly and looked at you.

            It was a shaky breath, and his right hand continued to tangle itself in your hair. He watched your eyes roll back, and he loved it. Loved the way your mouth fell open and loved, even more, the way you still tilted your head into the touch of his fingers brushing through the strands. 

            He allows himself to sit there for a moment, feeling the way you clenched around him, adjusting to the pleasure of having someone inside of you. He can barely hold himself together though, doing his best not to pull out and thrust himself back in with all of his force. You looked so desirable under him, legs resting around him, and taking him as if you were built to do it.

            You looked even prettier when you opened your eyes, staring at him with a blown-out look that told him right then and there that he was making you feel good. Only now did he start to move his thumb against your clit, you’d almost forgotten it was there to be honest. Only now do you understand that this man knows exactly how to fuck a woman. His thumb is gentle against your sensitive bud, but his hips tell a different story when he stutters a half thrust into you. Pulling back only partly before pushing back in. 

            Tight, short thrusts pulse through your body and it feels amazing because at no point are you not filled up. All you can feel is sensational pressure against your walls, around your clit, and your legs begin to shake to your own surprise. You look up at him, noticing how in the moment he is when you realize his eyes are closed and he’s got his head thrown back, exposing the expanse of his neck to you.

            You could probably cry over how much you’d love to lean up and lick a stripe across that skin, but in the position you’re in, you can’t bring yourself to move. 

            His thrusts become a bit lazier after a few moments, you could tell when his fingers fall from your hair and find themselves pressed against your thigh in order to hold your leg further open for him. You can feel him pull almost all the way out this time before pushing back in, and it grants him the moan he had been waiting for.

            Both of you had been holding your breath as much as you could, and when you finally allowed yourself to breathe, so did he. He urged himself to keep doing that, hitting you with long and deep thrusts in order to pull more of those sounds from your throat. His groans coming along side your own, because the way your body reacts makes him feel good. When your legs shake, when you try to grasp him, pulling and pushing against his back with your hands as if to make him sinking deeper and deeper with each thrust–the way it sounds. Wet, slapping of skin in a room where he’d forgotten the tv was even on. 

            His moans went straight through you, the deep and breathy sounds of him each time he presses into you. It’s driving you insane. 

“You sound so, so pretty right now–” He manages to mutter out, almost sending you over the edge by hearing his out-of-breath voice alone, but it’s the fact that he’s now focusing more on your clit than the pace of his cock driving into you. 

            He’s tracing hearts, squares, fucking pentagrams for all you care. All you know is that no man has ever hit your clit so right. You can feel your skin crawl with the prickling feeling of an orgasm each time his thrusts hit you deep, paired with his own deep and guttural moans, and you don’t even care at this point. 

            Taeil can see it. He can see your orgasm coming the moment he looks at you. You’re very quietly muttering to yourself rather than him. Small yesses, and even smaller pleases. He wishes you were saying it to him, but for reason, he thinks it's prettier than you’re singing little mantras to yourself because of what he’s doing. He uses those small, hushed cries to get you through it. Still circling your clit, he finally pulls his other hand from your thigh and tucks it beneath your ass, changing the angle just enough to where the tip of his cock is repeatedly hitting a soft spot inside of you.

            Your eyes shoot open, and your grip on him becomes that much stronger. You pull him down, forcing him back into his quick, tight thrusts as he struggles to keep that same pressure against your clit. He’s almost worried now, wondering why he’s suddenly face to face with you until he feels you clench so tightly around him.

            The wave of tension on your muscles almost too much to bare paired with his fingers against you, all you can do is hold him in place. You feel so entirely sensitive in this moment that all you can do is hold him there. Begging for him not to move, to keep still as your pussy practically milks him dry all on its own.

            His mouth goes slack at the very image of you orgasming around him. The feeling is enough to put a smile on his face for weeks to come, but the image and the suffocating grip you have on him is insanely hot, and he can’t do it. The one thing he can’t do for you is to stay still. You let out a whimper when his hips and moans overpower your own, thrusting at a pace quicker than he had reached before.

            Taeil can still feel you clench around him, small beads of your heat dribbling out with each powerful thrust into you.

“Just a little longer–” He manages to mutter out to you, shushing you as he pulls both of his hands to your face and holds you there, staring straight into your eyes when he does it. “A little more,” He pants out, resting his lips against your own as he frantically works himself up. His hips are losing any sort of rhythm, and the sensitivity is almost unbearable before, suddenly, his weight is gone and he’s leaned back, pulling himself out of you.

            “Where?” He asks, fisting his cock at an aggressive pace, out of breathe and looking at you.

            You are equally out of breath and wincing a bit from the sudden emptiness, but you still smile at the responsible man before you. Not only had you not used a condom, but he doesn’t even know if you’re on the pill or not. A gold star for Mr.Moon. As he waits for your answer, you just stare at the way he works his hand against his length. You can see his abdomen tense as you finally, innocently, look up at him. 

            You throw yourself forward and nearly knock him back, but he keeps his balance as he watches you. He’s completely thrown off guard for only a moment before he feels his cock enveloped with warmth again. Unable to contain it, he does his best not to treat your mouth the way he does his hand, only slowly pressing himself further and further to the back of your throat until you choke just a tiny bit around him. He didn’t intend for that to happen, he really really didn’t, but when he tries to pull back, you hold him there. 

            He can’t even look down at you to see how you’re taking it before he’s, quite literally, grasping your hair with shaking hands and cumming with a very deep, drawn out moan.

  ~

  “No woman has ever let me finish in their mouth before.” Taeil says nonchalantly, lying next to you and lazily watching the random show you had thrown onto the tv before. “No woman has ever acted like that with me, actually.”

            You look over at him in disbelief. 

“You’ve got to be joking?” You laugh a little because, really? No one but you? The man is not only handsome as all hell, but he knew how to work his body inside of someone and for some reason, you think he’s fucking lying.  

            He looks comfortable, he looks spent, and it’s far too late into the night to defend this conversation, but you don’t really care about that much. 

“I’m being serious–” Taeil admits, looking over at you with a face that seems to be trying to convince you. He really is being serious, no one has ever seemed to have wanted him that much. Maybe it’s just his non-existant ego getting a boost, he’s not sure. 

            And if you still don’t believe him tomorrow, or the next day, or the next week. He doesn’t mind. The reality is that regardless of if any other woman has acted that way towards him, he’s really just trying to tell you that he liked the way you seemed to want him. 

  ~

  note: i was gonna do a little more for the ending, one where the guys are prying and it’s a normal day at work, except now you’ve felt ur boss’s cock in u. But nah, this is supposed to be a damn blurb u guys, i got carried the fuck away. 

[dumplingsjinson]

Back with a REALLLYYYY long ramble about my love life? (Like, when I say really long, I meant it.)

Or... A lack thereof. I don't know, it's confusing; maybe I'm overthinking and maybe he does want to be friends or... he wants more??? Maybe I'm looking into things a bit too deeply BUT THAT'S WHAT I ALWAYS DO AND I’M AFRAID IT'S NEVER GOING TO STOP AHHA.

SO ANYWAYS. Here's the story. 

Prepare for a long ass post lmao, because I'm going the FUCK off again :D So like, if you don’t want to read my bullshit then feel free to skip past onto the next glorious post on your dashboard. 

(The TL;DR is at the very bottom of this post if you can’t be fucked reading the whole thing lmao.)

Okay. 

So. 

I met this dude on CMB (Coffee Meets Bagel). We'll call him... Mixed signals dude. (we’re calling him mixed signals dude because it feels like he wants more with the way he acts, but the words that come out of his makes me feel like… Yeah, no, maybe I’m overthinking this greatly.)

He's pretty nerdy. A homebody. Overreacts to things. Pretty shitty texter but aren't most people? And he doesn't seem to exercise much because we were walking around a lot during our first meet up and he was pretty puffed out after a bit lmao. He's an introvert. He's a bit… Eccentric (and I'm not saying that to belittle him). I'm not pinning any of this against him, though. It just provides a background to what type of person he is. 

Either way, he asks me if I'd like to meet up with him "as friends". I say yeah, sure thing, why not? I mean, I’m here to meet people, after all. 

So we set a date, the day comes, and I meet up with him. He’s waiting for me at the platform my train stops at. We fall into easy conversation the moment I walk up to him and we start talking. I feel at ease with him even though we’ve just met, and my nerves dissipate pretty quickly. 

Funny, because I was literally messaging my friend “Oh God, I’m nervous as fuck” like five minutes before the train arrives at my destination. 

It’s nice, we share laughs, and it isn’t like... Awkward? Maybe a little, but it isn’t as bad as the other times I met up with other dudes. Usually first time hang outs are fairly awkward and sometimes boring, but it didn't feel that way with him. Oh, also, he's also the "ladies first" type of dude, always urging me to walk before him AHAHA. I don't know how to describe it but yeah. 

So anyway, that's all good. We have a good time and get to know each other more. We go home after hanging out for the whole day, he tells me he had a good time, I say I did too.

We talk over text, and about a week or so passes before he asks me out again, so I say sure. It was pretty last minute; we set it up Friday night and then met up Saturday noon. That Saturday, he had planned on studying for his cert for either work or uni, but he comes out to hang with me anyway even though I insist we could do another day if he really couldn’t hang out (he said he didn’t want to study anyway so I was like, okay. We’ll go, then, if you’re sure). 

First half of the "hang out" is pretty normal. We go to an art gallery, then we slowly make our way to the Botanic Gardens, where we kinda stop to rest for a little bit. We’re out here talking and laughing, and when we feel rested up, we make our way to another museum/art gallery. We talk about our dating lives, I tell him about the guys I've talked to, we talk about our personal lives and our families; the lot. We share more laughter, and by this point (and take note because this does become an important point later in the story), I’ve broken the touch barrier with what I’d say is friendly physical contact — light slaps on the shoulder/arm, light pushes, etc. The shit I usually do with my friends in a playful type of manner. 

Keep in mind, at this point, he keeps saying “You can’t find someone on the apps, only friends” etc, etc, so I’m like… Cool. He wants to meet people and become friends, and I’m not opposed to that. I could do with more friends. And I’ve basically adapted the philosophy of “What happens, will happen” and I’m not going to try and force shit. 

So now, here’s the thing: one thing I’ve been noticing during the first meet up and moreso throughout the second meet up, during our walks, he seemed pretty… Protective of me? I don’t know if that’s the right word but like… I’d complain about the sun shining in my face and he’d try to walk beside me to shield me from it. He’d grab me before I crash into things like the clumsy bitch I am. During the first meet up, he was quick to stop me from walking into oncoming traffic because I wasn’t paying attention. Maybe he has quick reflexes, I’m not sure, but I do need someone to kinda check me on my shit sometimes HAHA. 

Anyway, after the museum, we wander around the city for a bit, I buy some Gozleme for us to share (he just started his full time job and his paycheck doesn’t come until like, next week, so he was very thankful about me shouting him food). 

After that, we couldn’t really think of anything else to do so I’m like, “Do you wanna go home and study?” and he’s like, “Nah, I will stay for a bit more. I don’t want you staying alone out here” even though I never suggested I’d be staying out there alone, but I was like, “…Okay”. I found that to be pretty sweet of him, ngl. 

I kinda don’t want to go home either because well… I’m stuck at home a lot these days because I’m still jobless (hopefully that changes soon or so God help me, I’ve been applying and applying and I’m on the brink of losing my shit), when a sudden idea pops into my head. Before I know it, I’m suggesting we go to the movies, and I tell him we could watch Across the Spider-verse (I’ve watched it already but I wanted to watch it again, so might as well) and he’s like sure, because he didn’t wanna go home and study anyway, among other reasons. 

So that works out for the both of us! It’s actually kinda funny that he agreed, because he didn’t watch the first one, but when I ask if he’s sure about this, he says, “Yeah I’m sure.”

(Funny side note: about a day ago, he suggested we watch the first one together on Disney+, via IG call this Saturday but I’m not sure if I’m free then so I’ll probably get back to him about that later.) 

By then, it’s around 5pm? I buy the tickets for us (we get a discount for the cinema’s anniversary or whatever event’s going on, so I only had to pay 9 dollars for a ticket rather than 24 dollars so it’s a huge bargain. Again, he thanks me for that and I’m like — “it’s fine.”). The movie starts at 6:40pm, so we stay at the nearby Starbucks to wait for the movie to start. He shouts me hot chocolate, and he uses that hour to study for his cert because he brought his laptop with him. 

This is where he starts returning the friendly gesture/touches. He hugs me as a way of thanking me for buying the movie tickets and for shouting him food; he pats me on the head and I’m sitting there like wtf; he keeps touching my knee with his hand — like, he would lightly shaking my knee and would let his hand linger there for a few seconds. And like, I’m fine with it, because again — those, in my definition, are friendly gestures, and I was already kind of doing that to him myself earlier on. And I’m feeling comfortable enough with him, so you know. I didn’t mind any of this. And I guess he’s pretty comfy with doing stuff like that, too. 

So ANYWAYYYY, we carry on like this for the next hour. I’m pretty sure I’m distracting him from his studies but he still ends up getting something done, and then we head to the cinema once the time’s up. We sit down, the movie starts, and… It’s fine. 

It’s all good. Nothing’s really happening, at least between us.  

I lean my head on his shoulder like I do with my friends. I’ll be honest, I’ve been wanting to do this the whole day, so I’m like fuck it, why not? 

I literally feel him pause for like a moment — like, he goes still. 

So fucking still.

The first thought that pops into my mind is “this is uncomfy.” Turns out leaning your head on someone’s shoulder when you’re sitting in squishy ass cinema chairs isn’t exactly comfortable, so after like, not even a minute of doing that, I sit up properly and fix my posture. I decide to lean forward; elbows resting on my thighs, upper body leaning forward because that’s usually how I like to sit when leaning back into the seat isn’t doing me any good. 

And uh… THIS is where something a little more significant happens — he kind of just wraps his arm around my waist and literally scoops me back into him (and in my head I’m literally like “so fucking close, holy sHITTTT LNKEFLEKWNFWKLNFKLEWNKLFEWN”), and tells me to rest my head on his shoulder, saying shit like, “Sitting like that isn’t good for your back.” 

LIKE BITCH. HELLO?? THE AUDACITY WLKNFELWKFN. This isn’t my first rodeo, it’s happened before with another guy but THIS GOT ME FEELING MORE NERVOUS RATHER THAN UNCOMFY. Maybe uncomfortable because of the stupid seats but not uncomfortable because of what he’s doing, you feel me? 

So I’m like… Okay? He has his arm still around my waist, quite tight I must say, and I’m just kinda awkwardly resting my head on his shoulder while his arm becomes a backrest for my back (which isn’t really that comfortable, to be honest), and it’s kinda just wedged between my seat and my back. And I can FEEL the sudden nervousness coursing through me, distracting me from the movie, so thank fuck I watched the movie by myself the first time around or I would have missed some parts of the movie (because this isn’t the only thing he does — there’s more). 

Anyway, at one point, I slightly lean away from him because sitting like that isn’t very comfortable. He still has his arm around my waist, although it’s loosened a little by now. 

The movie’s still running, I’m sort of in my own world, because all I’m thinking is SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT, when he kind of starts… rubbing his cheek against my shoulder?? That’s the best way I can describe it lmfao, and my fried writer brain isn’t HELPING.

AND I’M LIKE OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD and that’s when my heart starts beating erratically. LIKE BRUHHH. And then he asks, “Is this too much?” (or he asks “Is this okay?” but I can’t exactly remember which one it is so you’re just gonna have to believe it’s either of them) and ahahahahaAHAHAH…

My dumb fucking ass responds to that with an, “Uh, your arm around my back is a little uncomfortable.” BECAUSE IT’S TRUE, OKAY??? But I’m feeling too awkward to pull away AND I’M ALSO FEELING TOO AWKWARD TO MAKE MYSELF MORE COMFORTABLE BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN I’D HAVE TO LIKE… FIDGET AROUND AND SNUGGLE UP AGAINST HIM TO MAKE MYSELF COMFY AND MY CHICKEN ASS COULDN’T DO IT LKNFEWLKFNEK (even though I wANTED TO UGH. THIS IS THE PROBLEM. I WANTED TO DO THAT SHIT. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME—)

So yeah anyway, aha… He kinda pulls away from me fully, and stays in his seat and doesn’t really lean over again. 

And I’m thinking… Well. Nothing else is going to happen, I guess. 

Cool.

I guess. 

…WELLL, BOI WAS I FUCKING WRONGGGG HAAHAHAH. 

Throughout the rest of the movie, he’d grab onto my arm during the more tense scenes; he’d link arms with me and pull me closer to him; he’d lean against me, head on my shoulder, and I’d just kinda… lean my head on his head at times LMFAOOO (returning the favour HA), and my heart was being a fucking asshole half of the time and beating a hole through my chest and I was like oh gODDDD PLEASE DON’T LET HIM HEAR THIS SHIT PLEASE DON’T LET HIM HEAR THIS SHITTT— 

Anyway. 

He’d pull away when I’m not reacting to his touch, but then he’d come back in for more. Sometimes I’d react by reciprocating, sometimes I won’t. 

There is one point when I felt his fingers brushing against my knuckles while our arms are linked, and I’m ngl, when he was doing all of that stuff prior to this moment, I was thinking OH GODDDDD is he gonna hold my hand is he gonna hold my hand is he gonna hold my hand— AND LO AND BEHOLD, MY THOUGHTS KINDA CAME TRUE. 

AND THE CRAZY THING IS: I WANT TO LET HIM HOLD MY HAND, but my hands are sweaty and disgusting because I’m feeling so fucking nervous for whatever reason, and so I just pull the fuck away before he could hold my hand LMFAOOO 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 

AGAIN. Not my first rodeo. I’ve had another guy do this (the same dude I was talking about before) but in a much cringier way, and I was definitely not as comfortable with that dude than I was with THIS guy. 

So uh. Yeah. That happens. He kinda leans away after that, and I’m thinking… Hm. He isn’t gonna initiate any more physical contact, is he? But nah. I was proven wrong on that department, once again. He’d grab my arm lightly at times, but I kinda just didn’t react by that point because I’m like…. UH. whAT IF HE TRIES THAT AGAIN AHHH.

Like, don’t get me wrong. I want to hold his hand but ALSOOO PALMS SWEATY KNEES SPAGHETTI FRRRRR. 

But anyway, the movie comes to an end, we get the fuck outta there and I feel relief washing over me because JESUS, that was intense. 

It’s like nearly 9pm at that point, we’ve spent a whole day together and I’m out here feeling a little flustered after all of that. 

He starts apologising profusely, saying he’s sorry, etc, and I keep telling him it’s fine, he’s okay, he’s not a creep (he kept calling himself one). He’s like, “You told me about that guy who was being too much with you and I didn’t want you to think I’m like him” (it’s the other dude I talked about before — the one I felt uncomfy with). And I’m like, “You’re not like him, please don’t worry.” (Because for fucking one, while I was definitely nervous when he pulled me close to him in the first instance, I wasn’t like… uncomfy with it because of him. Like, I would honest to God have stayed like that and let him hold me if the cinema seats weren’t so uncomfortable for leaning against someone LMAO, but oFC HE’S NEVER GONNA KNOW THAT.) 

So we walk out of the cinemas and onto the streets, and there’s this like… Performance going on, with a small crowd surrounding the performer. So, me being a curious little motherfucker, kinda beckons him over, saying, “Let’s go take a look,” and he agrees (side note: I’ve been noticing this guy is very agreeable. Like, I’d say “Let’s go into this store to check this thing out”, he’d be like “Sure” and tag along. When I go into these clothing stores, he would follow me into those stores instead of waiting outside, and when I see he’s tired I’m like, “You can sit down, you know?” but he would be like, “It’s fine,” and continues following me around. It’s kinda sweet ngl, but I do feel a little bad when he’s all huffed out and shit lmfaooo). 

We linger there for a bit, trying to see what’s going on. Mind you, it’s cold; there’s a continuous breeze blowing against our backs, and he kinda just… Stands behind me (while complaining about how it’s freezing) and I didn’t think much of it then but now I’m like… Is that his way of keeping me from the cold OR AM I JUST IMAGINING THINGS?? AM I GOING FULL ON DELULU???

AND ANYWAY, we’re still there, watching, when he gets closer to me and leans his head on my shoulder and rubs his cheek against my shoulder. So I’M LIKE AKJBFEWJLBFJKFEJK, and I rest my head on his (i COULDN’T RESIST, OKAY???) and we kinda stay like that for a moment, and it feels so nice. Annnnnnd then I’m pulling away and suggesting we go home. It’s been a long day, and the night’s only getting colder. 

So we make our way to the train station, he apologises more, I say it’s fine. We gotta get on different platforms to go home, and FOR A VEERRRRYY BRIEF MOMENT, I consider hugging him before we part ways BUT I DIDN’T. I FUCKING DIDN’T AND I WISH I DID, BECAUSE I REALLY WANTED TO. 

I wanted to hug him is the problem here, and I’m not usually someone who wants to hug people, unless they’re family or close friends so like… BRUH. 

I get on the train, and then I receive a message from him — and he’s apologising AGAIN for being a creep and I’m like bruh it’S FINEEEEE. YOU’RE FINEEE. OMGG. (Not like that, though. I was more using the standard “It’s fine, please don’t apologise”.) We text for a bit and then, mustering up all my shitty courage, I ask him, “Did you want to hold my hand at one point?”

His answer: “PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT.” lkneafklefnklnwfe LMFAOOO, such a shy boi HAHA. 

We’re kinda touching on the topic of boundaries, he’s telling me how he’s a physically affectionate person, so at one point I’m like, “Well, we can hold hands as friends, ya know?” Because these actions don’t have to be romantic. They can be platonic. Annnnnnd he agrees, and basically tells me, “Next time, hug me first. And you can hold my hand too, if you wanted to.” (I feel like a giddy high schooler typing all of this out LMFAO.) 

SO YEAH. TO SUM IT UP, I’m in a dilemma because I can’t tell if he actually wants to be just friends (he kept stating that at the start, but his actions and body language are like… contradicting what he’s saying), or if he wants something more. Maybe I’m overthinking this. Maybe he’s just a really, really affectionate and protective type of friend, and is like this with fuckin’ everyone. 

I DON’T KNOW. 

BUT ANYWAY. THAT’S ABOUT IT. He’s still dry over text, but he’s good to hang out with, and it seems like he wants to continue to hang out with me. Oh, and also, he also keeps sending me selfies of him lmfao. 

And now idk how to feel because I kinda ended up reconnecting with long distant dude (it’s a long story lmfaooo, a lot of my prompt lists are made because of him) and like… I might have lingering feelings for him? BUT NOW I FEEL LIKE I MIGHT BE DEVELOPING FEELINGS FOR THIS MIXED SIGNALS DUDE. OR MAYBE I’M TRIPPING??? LIKE I went into this thinking, “Oh, he’s probably gonna be someone I’m gonna meet up with once and that’d be it” BUT HERE WE ARE, WITH HIM SAYING HE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS AND THEN PULLING SHIT LIKE THAT AND THEN MAKING MY HEART AND HEAD GO WNFLKEWNFKLENWFLKN—

THE FUCKING AUDACITY!!  

And it’s only been such a short while tooooo OMGGG, and I understand it’s only the second time we’ve met up BUT JESUS. 

I don’t know what to think or feel or do and I’m juST WLKNFEKN BECAUSE NOW HE’S THE ONE WHO’S GOT ME WAITING FOR HIS GODDAMN TEXTS LIKE A FUCKING DUMBASS UGHHH. And I already wanna see him again sooo… HOW FUCKED AM I AHAHHAHA FJSJSJJSJ (As that one song says: This is the part where I’m gonna get HURT, LMFAOOO.) 

Though, to be FAIRRR, I did tell him briefly about long distant dude and he was like “awww, you guys are like soulmates” SO IM LIKE AHAHHA 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 (he did switch topics pretty abruptly when I tried to talk more about him lmfao, but he skips over shit pretty frequently so maybe that’s just how he is). Perhaps I am over thinking this AND MAYBE HE DOES WANNA BE FRIENDS ONLY but imma see how things progress 😃👍

Now, I’m going be serious for a second: he just got out of a two year relationship three months ago so MAYBE he’s craving physical connection which is why he was acting like that? So I could be completely wrong and he genuinely does want to be friends only so… Yeah. I’m gonna tread cautiously, despite everything I’ve said before. Like, I’m open to whatever happens, but I’m also not looking to get my feelings hurt again. 

With that being said, we’re seeing the Barbie movie next week. It’s kinda funny because I did mention it when we met up last week, and he was groaning about it. 

Earlier today, I messaged him and was like, “Imma buy tickets, did you want to come along or no?” (because if he didn’t want to come along, then I’ll just buy a ticket for myself and watch it myself, no biggie — but I also did kinda wanna see him again so I asked just in case LMAO) and he’s like, “I’ll go with you” with pretty much no hesitation. 

Then, I’m out here making sure he’s okay with it because I didn’t want him to feel like he’s being forced to come along aND THEN HE FUCKING HITS ME WITH THE “I’ll do it for you”.

LIKE, BRUHHHH??? “I’ll do it for you.” BITCCHHHHHH, LET ME JUST CRY BECAUSE WHY CAN’T I HAVE A MAN WHO ISN’T GIVING ME MIXED SIGNALS LIKE THAT IN MY GODDAMN LIFE. 

THE AUDACITTTTYYYYYY SLDKFNDWLKNFWKELFN AHHH.

And then he’s like, “I owe you a lot” since I’m the one buying the tickets again (like I said earlier, he just got a full time job and his paycheck doesn’t come until like next week so it’s whatever if I’m the one paying for us for now) and I’m like, “You don’t owe me anything, and it’s not like you wanted to watch the movie in the first place” and THEN HE’S ALL LIKE, “Yeah, but I wanted to accompany you” AND IT’S LIKE BRO???? HELLLLLOOOOOO????????

Like, talk about being accidentally smooth LMFAO. 

He also has like, work that day, so him agreeing to accompany me just adds a layer of sweetness to this dhsjsjsj

And he started calling me by my nickname outta no where and I was like tf—

SO YEAH. DO FRIENDS DO THIS JFDFNDKLN. AM I TRIPPING. AM I OVERTHINKING???

And yeah, this is basically where things are at right now and I’ll probably provide another update later if anything significant happens, so you might see me popping up with something else in a reblog of this post lmfao :DDDDD 

So… Yeah. Moral of story is: don’t go on dating apps or you’ll end up playing yourself like a goddamn fiddle. 

(I also just realised I wrote a whole fic, basically, because I failed to be succinct lmao, I’m sorry and I’m gonna be so surprised if anyone reads the whole thing.) 

TL;DR: Dude I met up with two times keeps giving me mixed signals. Says he wants to be friends, but his actions contradict his words. I’M CONFUSION. And might  also be catching feelings but we’ll hold onto that thought for a bit because I think I still like someone else?? And maybe it's been too short of a time to be catching feelings in the first place. So yeah. Fun times. 

[xxresi-rotxx]

Hy can I ask you a Leon x Ash fic. Fluffy. smuth and maybe some love or obsession.

Thanks. I have no rush... Only if you want and can't.

Joy

Kisses

Hello hello!! Of course you can!😘

I’m gonna say this is fluff☁️& angst⛈

(I’m going to kind of chop up bits & pieces of Re4 to fit this story better so if you’re thinking “that’s not how it happened, you’re probably right lmao)

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Leon had been trailing Ashley for a little over ten minutes, completely unbeknownst to her.

‘Where is she going?’ The agent thought to himself.

Overall his mission had been going relatively good. His sole purpose was to save the President’s daughter; his top priority being her & her alone. He was keeping her safe. Which all things considered wasn’t very easy to do in this hellscape, so why would she try and lose him?

All of the sudden Ashley stopped walking, now was his chance. If he approached her too quickly she’d run, but if he snuck up behind her she’d probably scream and alert every other creature around of their location.

Leon slowly got behind Ashley, and in one quick motion put his hand over her mouth and his other arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t panic, it’s me.” He whispered against her ear.

Ashley turned her head slightly and visibly relaxed when she saw Leon.

“You do know I’m trying to help you right? Where is it you’re planning to go?” The agent questioned.

He let go of Ashley and went to stand in front of her now; being certain he wouldn’t let her get away this time.

“I know you got infected.”

“And? I promise you that won’t affect your safet-”

“My safety? Do you not get it Leon?! You’re infected! Who knows what that thing will do to you; how long you have until it does? I’ve gotten us no closer to getting out of here than when you first found me.”

The gears in Leon’s head started turning. Was this why she ran away? She feels guilty. Leon let his body relax a little; knowing this, he didn’t think she’d run away again.

“Ashley-”

“No Leon, call of your mission. You need to get help before whatever that is takes over.”

She was staring him down now, arms crossed over her chest. The President could have warned him about how stubborn she was.

For a split second, she reminded him of himself. The amount of survivors guilt he felt after raccoon city was overwhelming. He’d have to try a different approach to get her to come with him. Survivors guilt wasn’t easily talked away. He’d make a mental note to talk to her about it later.

“Don’t bother Leon, take out your little phone and call off your mission.”

Leon took a slow step closer to Ashley.

“Do you really think I’m going to do that?”

Another step.

“Did you really think you’d get away from me? I’ve been behind you the whole time and will be if you try it again. I’m not returning to your father empty handed Ashley.”

Another step, this one resulting in Ashley backing herself up against a tree.

“Besides,” Leon caged Ashley in, placing both of his hands against the tree “wouldn’t you rather spend time with me now? I’m sure I won’t be as nice of a person once this infection takes over.”

“Scare tactics won’t work on me Leon, believe it or not you’re probably the least scary thing here.” She said looking up at him.

Leon held her eye contact for another minute before backing off the tree.

“I know what you’re feeling Ashley, trust me I do. And as much as I’d like to help you, right here right now really isn’t the place.”

Ashley glanced around at the dark patch of forest they were in; anything could be around them.

“I’m not the only one here who got infected, wouldn’t it be smarter for us to stick together?”

Leon could tell he was starting to get through to her, he silence was an indication of that.

“Trust me?” Leon held his hand out for her, waiting for her to take it.

“Completely.” Ashley responded, grabbing onto Leon’s hand.

“Good.” The agent responded. His grip on her hand tightening, hers doing the same. “Stay with me this time, we’ll have a lot to talk about once we make it out.”

[jeork]

TC Tag Game

As always I’m excessively late to the party, but thanks @renaultphile for the tag!

1. "He would not fucking say that" only they did and it's canon. When/who?

I don’t have a copy of the book at hand right now, but while Laurie is visiting home for the wedding he goes on a walk and recites this weird incest-y song to himself, then contemplates how it always felt relatable to him. I’m not saying he would not fucking say that, because obviously he does and I hear him quite clearly. But I am saying maybe he should not have fucking said that. 

Also Ralph calling Bunny “Boo”. I don’t care how drunk he was, you don’t randomly slip out with a word you wouldn’t otherwise use. It’s part of his vocabulary. This one had me in contemplation for months, like, would he ever call Laurie that? Does this count towards the bad habits and lifestyle choices he wants to abandon while being with Laurie? Whole scene’s just embarrassing af 

2. Did they kiss in the study? Yes/no + why you are 100% correct about this.

I think they probably did, but that it was very chaste. I’m convinced the kiss between Laurie and Andrew is supposed to mirror it almost exactly. The way I see it, Laurie didn’t fully process it and therefore just stood there. From the flashback he got later on while holding onto Ralph’s sleeve while they’re in Ralph's room I think Laurie might’ve grabbed onto Ralph’s arm a little. But other than that I don’t think he did much, which made Ralph decide he wasn’t ready yet.

3. Mandatory question about Ralph's alleged tattoos.

I wasn’t aware this is something people discuss lmao, I’ve only thought about it once myself. Gonna be a party pooper and say he has none, as it's "improper"

4. 53 vs 59 edition: quote a line or paragraph that is better in the edition you like the least.

I feel like me and @renaultphile are the only ‘59 truthers. I think I once even wrote an entire post just on why I like that Mary cut the knee-touch?

Again, don’t have any book copies at hand right now, but I remember one small detail in the ‘53 I really loved. During Alec’s birthday party while he’s blowing out the candles everyone is looking at him, and for a moment there’s this shared feeling of hopefulness. In the ‘53 Laurie feels someone’s eyes on him, but by the time he turns around Ralph has already stopped looking. Something about Ralph glancing at Laurie in this moment, who’s presence represents so much to Ralph, makes me ache. 

5. Which TC character would feel right at home here on tumblr dot com?

I guess the obvious answers would be something like Hazell, Sandy or Bunny, but I feel like Andrew would run the most terrifically angsty aesthetic account. Also young Laurie, he'd probably write bad poetry or something

6. Tag yourself at Alec's birthday party.

The two guys holding hands in dead silence, not because I can relate, but because they really set the scene. Or the petty shit-stirrer who snitches on Ralph having a boyfriend. Or the other petty shit-stirrer who cries "Here comes Bim"

7. Post a TC meme.

I used to run a TC meme account over on Twitter. I’ve planned on reposting all of that stuff on here sometime, in the meantime here’s one: 

8. Easy to talk about who deserved better. Who deserved worse?

Dave. The Mature Wholesome Elder act he’s putting on at the end is pissing me off. Self-serving cu- 

Also, following the heavy implications that Alec had been snuggling it up with Bunny for quite a while, I think he got off pretty scot free 

9. You can break the fourth wall (at any point in the novel) and say a single sentence to our protagonist, Laurie Odell. What do you say?

I really wanted him to stay friends with Reg. I always felt like Madge’s Aunt Vera joke was pretty funny and well intended, albeit improper and terribly timed. It didn’t come off to me as her making fun of him for being gay. More like her trying to awkwardly bond over it, similar to Reg during The Bathroom Talk™. If Laurie hadn’t been so emotionally rattled at that time I feel like he would’ve played it off. It was such bad timing for him. So I wanna scream at him “Chill out, they’re clearly not out to get you!” 

10. What's a question you have about TC? One you haven't found an answer for yet.

I think there still might be a couple minor details, but I can’t remember them right now. The only bigger piece of dialogue that’s still a little intransparent to me is Ralph’s whole speech at the beginning of their post-wedding trip argument. I have my theories about it, but would also enjoy to hear more. 

Considering I’m over a month late and have no clue who did this tag already I’ll open it up to whoever might still wanna do it.