#not as fucked as some other families out there but yea <3

[budgieflitter]

drew this one like a year ago? idk there’s just stuff in my folder i forget about yeaa anyway thats my hcs on the davis family! charles davis - born in a poor family and raised by his mom, works as a lawyer, potentially married his wife for the money but he prefers to think he got where he is through his hard work. he’d much rather be at work than with his kids regina davis - born in a rich family and owns several properties. she really wants to keep the appearance of a good mother with a perfect family, so she tends to ignore anything ever going wrong erin, the older sister, is a premade from pet stories if anyone forgets, kind and sweet animal lover. she tries to keep the family together which really takes a toll on a young teen like her

also bonus pic i drew today cause this post is just so them

[ilwonuu]

hiii love all of your work btw!!

hear me out please!, this might be a long one😭

okay so you and jaehyun (or whatever idol you may want to use) are best friends. and have been since childhood! your a dancer and he’s a idol so your schedules are complicated. your very close with each other’s families. so one day you visit his mom like usual and surprisingly he is there with his group visiting home too, which you didn’t know he was visiting. you guys are excited to see each other and everyone can see your chemistry ( you get introduced to everyone) but you guys say y’all are “best friends” even his family see it. y’all flirt. (a lot) boom spend the night smut and boom😭😭😭.

(ik it’s a lot i’m sorry😭)

thank u for saying u enjoy my work ily<3 NO NO ITS NOT A LOT ITS OERFECT KSJSHA,,, i love this idea and of course i love rhis idea with jaehyun ehehshs!! i hope u enjoy,,, thank youu for requesting <3

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⤑ jeong jaehyun

𖤓 pairing- best friends to lovers, idol!jaehyun x nonidol!femreader, softdom!jae x sub!reader, established friendship

𖤓 warnings- lots of cringe flirting, kissing, fingering(f receiving), dirty talk, slight smut heheheheh(dw lmk if you want another smut part), lmk what else<333

𖤓 a/n- hiiiii im fulfilling my lovely anon’s ask!!! im so happy that u requested something!! i based this fic off of some of the lyrics from this song<3 thank u for reading🙃🙃

you almost cry after finding out about your 4 days off. you’ve been working yourself to the core with dancing. of course it’s something you love but you really need a break. you decide to go your best friends house. you know he isn’t going to be be there but it’s fine because you’re just as close with his family. his mother always being there for you whenever you needed. today you could use the company. you knock on the door a couple times waiting for her to open the door. to your surprise your very handsome best friend opens the door with a big smile.

“get in here.” he pulls you into a big hug. “jae? you didn’t tell me you were free!” you roll your eyes at him, letting go of him to greet his mother. you hug her with a smile. “i came to see you.” you smile getting comfortable a little more. you wave to the other guys in the room. “hi guys! i’m y/n nice to finally meet you all. i’ve heard a lot.” jaehyun smiles as he introduces each of the members to you.

“yea we have heard a lot too!” haechan smirks at you and jaehyun, causing johnny and mark to snicker at him. “you’re so pretty!” jungwoo says after you compliment his outfit. you smile knowing that you two will be great friends. exchanging numbers with the guys as you and jaehyun basically have the same friends. jaehyun pulls your attention back to him when he grabs your hand.

“so you guys are friends?” yuta asks looking as you guys intensely. “yea- best friends.” you smile at jaehyun. they see right through what you guys are telling yourselves. “definitely.” doyoung says as he laughs at how red jaehyun got at the question. “okay! are you guys hungry?” mrs. jeong cuts the silence with a smile.

after dinner, you and jaehyun spent the night watching your favorite childhood movies laughing and fucking flirting. how could you not flirt with the boy? it’s hard having a hot best friend (a lot of people suffer from this!!!) he has you in his arms as he mindlessly rubs your sides. you are melting in his arms. “i missed you.” he says taking your attention from the movie.

“i missed you more jae.” you smile at him. he blushes hard at the gesture. “no like i seriously couldn’t wait to see you. i couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he holds you tighter. “ew you’re being cheesy all of a sudden.” you playfully push him away. “shut up you love it baby.” you choke on your spit. baby?? what the fuck he never calls you baby. obviously because you guys are just friends,,,,definitely! “im just messing with you.” he smiles at you innocently.

“you’re annoying.” he shakes his head. “you don’t really think so, you like me too much.” he kisses your cheek and at first it seems sweet until he moves his kisses down your jaw. “is this okay?” your breath hitches as he holds you in place. “jaehyun- what are you doing?” you look at him nervously. “tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop right now.” he rubs your side gently. “no- i want this.” you nod at him and he smiles.

“relax baby.” he helps you out of your shorts leaving you in just your panties. your back is against his chest as you rest between his legs. “look at me- good girl.” he smiles at you pulling you to kiss him. “i’ve wanted you like this for so long.” his voice is quiet as it leaves his lips. he’s been trying to ignore his feelings as were you. anyone could see that you guys were more than friends.

“kiss me again.” you sighed against his chest. he chuckles a little kissing your cheek before turning your head to kiss your lips. you moan into the kiss as your legs spread. his hand snakes to your thighs rubbing it gently.

“jaehyun- touch me.” you whisper to him. he nods at you pecking your lips. you grab his hand to move it higher against your thigh. he just smirks at you teasingly. “you’ve been thinking about this for a while huh baby? my hands touching you like this?” he teases as he moves your panties to the side.

“look at how wet you are just from me talking to you.” you nod shamelessly laying your head back on him. you feel one of his fingers sink into your aching cunt. “dirty girl, you are soaking.” he smirks at you as he adds another finger inside of you. “feels so good.” you sigh at the feeling. he scissors his fingers inside of you making you moan out his name. “mm jaehyun-“ you start to squirm as you get closer to your high.

“yea, you gonna cum baby?” he kisses your neck as he curls his fingers. you cum undone on his fingers with a sigh. “fuck you’re perfect.” he pulls you into a kiss. “do best friends finger each other?” jaehyun asks with a laugh causing you to roll your eyes at him. “you ruined the moment.” he smirks at you. “come here baby.” he pulls you into his arms before smothering you in kisses. “i want you to be my girlfriend, not my best friend.”

[hetaherr]

playing video games with them | anemo boys <3

: kazuha, xiao, venti, wanderer

:mostly crack, a little suggestive but no warnings

well anyway this is another reupload!! added kuni’s part also got lazy to proof read its just a headcanon anyway!!! i play wayy to much video games and id love to share my hobbies with these sweet babies <3

kazuha

i think this baby is a really chill gamer, he enjoys the cozy aspect of video games. thats why i think games like minecraft, stardew valley, animal crossing and the sims!! cozy video game dates are a norm for you guys when its too hot outside or too rainy.

imagine playing stardew valley with him, curled up under the covers with your MATCHING SWITCH CONSOLES. you guys working through the first few years of the game as little farm people doing little farm things. he’d even find some helpful guides online so you guys can maximise your finances in the game. honestly i can see how he gets a little petty at the fact that you MARRIED some npc in the game and he had to watch the whole cutscene while you joked around that he hadn’t given you enough attention and this was all his fault. now kazuha hates that particular npc, and he’s definitely pouting the whole night. give him lots of smooches, tell him that no video game code can replace your pookie wookie baby boy <3

but there, of course are other ways you can make up for it, like asking him to marry you- in animal crossing duh!! he’d take this whole thing very seriously obviously, its a wedding silly. he’d prepare a little wedding venue in his world by the beach, even going as far to design a cute little tux. it’s adorable, also don’t think for a second that he wouldn’t give you a kiss (giggling after) when the wedding officiant says you may now kiss. i also can picture kazuha buying you a promise ring irl , with a maple leaf engraved onto it. yes it was a animal crossing wedding, but it was YOUR WEDDING non the less.

another thing i can imagine is while you were playing the sims kazuha would 100% ask to create a little family with you. he’d even help to go “shopping” online for CC that would fit your characters or homes. kazuha DIES A LITTLE inside as you carefully curate each of the characters, spending hours deciding on the perfect outfits, hairs and personalities. coming up with mini fantasy stories about the mini yous and giggling along with him when they get a little too absurd. your cute family consists of you, kazuha and a little white cat. kazuha likes watching you get a little flustered whenever his character flirts with yours, sending a romantic haiku your way. not to mention the first time your character’s woohoo’ed he teasingly said:

“its honestly a shame that they’re the only ones that get to woohoo you know?”

anyway kazuha is 100% down to try as many games as he can with you, playing games with him is 10 bells out of 10 bells hehe

xiao

gamer xiao… yea he kinda scares me. xiao plays shooter games for sure, like obviously he’s had an eboy valorant phase but lets skip past that for now. its definitely more than normal to hear him grumbling how “dogshit” some of his teammates are. he’s definitely muted from chat on several games, also banned from league most of the time from being toxic in the chats.

playing competitive games with xiao is definitely an experience, and it definitely does not feel like the stereotypical pocket sage and hyper-carry jett. so please proceed with caution. the first time you and him played together, he may have gotten a little TOO HEATED and may have cussed you out on accident forgetting it was his loving, doting and caring partner who just wanted to participate in one of his hobbies. xiao doesn’t mean to get angry at you, please bare with him when the words “how is this person so fucking bad, how are they SO USELESS JUST GET OFF THE GAME DUDE” slip out. and oh boy… xiao immediately regrets his words, he feels so bad. he was actually overjoyed when you asked to play with him, even if he doesn’t actually show it, now he definitely assumes that you won’t ever want to play games with him EVER, hell maybe you want to break up. he’s spiralling. he apologises so much and he’s so awkward and so fidgety. its hard to stay mad at him, when he’s like this you have to admit he’s a little cutie. the next few days he’s definitely cautious and on edge around you, he finds it weird that you let go of the situation so easily and just moved on. he cant believe he let such vulgar words be thrown towards you. so after a conversation about his behaviour, you both decide maybe its best you just be an observer. you’re more than happy to straddle him, chin on his shoulder when he plays at his pc. and xiao LOVES IT, there is honestly nothing more comforting than you give him a little kiss when he starts to get a little too tense. occasionally when you face the screen and watch his games, he gets so nervous to play well. and xiao absolutely DIES when you compliment his abilities. bro needs the praise please, in that moment he thinks you’re so sexy and you have such a caring soul and his ears are tinted so red. don’t tease him though, he won’t be able to play the game properly.

another thing xiao is so weirdly good at is arcade games. i can picture arcade dates and xiao is just godly at them, claw machines, those basketball ones, car racing- you name it sweetheart and he’s earning those tickets like he needs to feed his 20 kids as a single dad. xiao acts so nonchalant about it, shrugging his shoulders as if this talent of his isn’t a big deal, but inside he’s so proud that he’s managed to get you that plushie he knows you’d been eyeing the whole day. he loves the way you grip onto his biceps pulling him to another machine to test his abilities, he may grumble about you overreacting but he’s so happy just to see you smile. and having you cheer him on the side is such an added bonus, you’re such a cute cheerleader. anyway i rate xiao a “please dont scold me baby im trying my best” out of “FUCK YOU FUCKING SUCK”

venti

horror games. literally venti HATES THEM but he cant get enough of it. playing phasmophobia would be so incredibly fun, but also a total shitshow. like im talking him making you do all the work while he intentionally provokes the ghost. at the same time he’s too scared to do anything so, he’s always really close to you. so if anything ever happens, you’d be a total idiot to think he’d try to help you, venti would be the first one out the door and running away. venti is also so horrendously LOUD, literally half the time instead of getting spooked by the game, your having a heart attack inducing jump scare from his random screaming. don’t even get me started on roblox horror games, every week there’s some new game he discovered on tiktok, and you are playing it with him, you have to.

another game venti loves to play is sims, but he’s about 100 times more chaotic compared to kazuha. he loves those ridiculous challenges and he wants to have like 10 babies with you, and then proceeds to cry when they are taken away from the sims version of cps. for some reason he has all the packs and likes to screw around with everything. he makes silly little bets with you in any game, for example in the sims he’d bet with you whether your 23rd child is going to be a boy or girl, most bets are harmless like a kiss or cuddles, unless he’s in the mood.

speaking of intimacy, venti needs to be holding you while playing games. arms linked, lying on your lap or you in his, honestly you just let him because he’s so cheeky about it anyway. venti also loves playing music related games with you, duh!! karaoke, guess the song, finish the lyric. ANYTHING!! whether you can sing or not, he just loves to hear your voice, definitely teases you if you cant though hehe. karaoke is so fun, if your shy he definitely eases you into letting lose and breaking out of your comfort zone, duetting with you is something he loves because music is his passion and honestly it hits so close to home for him. you’d often find him squeezing your hand as a form of encouragement.

im rating venti a solid 8 red bulls out of “i’ve already had 15”.

wanderer

this little emo baby is 100% only ever playing single player games, things that are extremely grindy and super lore heavy (bro is on subreddits looking at game theories and conspiracies, he would love to talk to you about them if you ever asked)!! im talking about bloodborne, doom, assassin’s creed and dark souls. he hates online multiplayer games because he doesn’t want to interact with “idiots” as he’s mentioned numerous times. so unfortunately its not often that you have a chance to play any type of multiplayer games with him.

however when it comes to his gaming sessions, he’d subtly invite you to come watch him because you’re like his own little streaming audience, and he loves it. the way you comment about how cool his character looks, or ask questions about gameplay mechanics. he loves how you involve yourself in his hobbies, it turns him to mush. he also loves how you play with his hair while peeking over his shoulder to look at the tv screen as he taps away at the controller. sometimes when the game gets a little boring he notices how your breath bounces off his neck, needless to say, those nights end up a bit more differently than how you originally imagined.

also if your ever interested in the game, kuni would “hesitantly” offer you to play on a new save file. but he’s actually elated that you’re going to try his FAVOURITE video game ever. you take your place in his lap as he explains to you the basics, not many would notice but you can ever so slightly hear the excitement in his voice. kuni complains about you being so lost but he’s so careful with explaining certain things, he’s also so patient as you take hours designing your character, well he’s okay being patient since its you. kuni absolutely DISSOLVES when facing a difficult boss, puzzle or obstacle, you kinda go into a slump against his chest and beg him to help you get past it. he snickers that your so weak, but somehow he manages to get through so swiftly- i guess he needs to show off a little to you. he also may complain a lot but thats just how this baby boy is, dont get discouraged he actually thinks you’re so cute.

also if you ever find yourself playing overcooked, moving out, gang beasts or any of those party games with kuni… good luck, just because he doesn’t like competitive games like valorant, DOES NOT MEAN HE ISNT COMPETITIVE. he gets so worked up and its honestly a little cute if you can look past the crusty white dog behaviour. if you do end up getting into an argument over these games, dont be surprised. im lazy to give a rating so im giving him 10/10, again minus the crusty white dog.

edit: if you saw “anyway wanderer is a straight” HAHA i apologise maybe thats why i should straight proof reading oops hehe

[songmingisthighs]

Beefcake Raccoon

group : ateez

pairing : yeosang × reader (ft. boyfriend!jongho)

genre : smut

wc : 6.5 k

tw : mdni, explicit smut, unprotected sex, consensual sex, slight m × m (ofc between jongsang), fingering, cum tasting, dirty talk, cowgirl, creampie, mentions and description of jongho's junk, idk what else to tag here ngl

a/n : pt. 1 of an impulsive mini series with @bro-atz and @skteezcursed. pt. 2 and 3 will be added here once they drop! and yes, i call yeosang beefcake raccoon. how can i nawt when he looks like this ??? and yea i kinda went overboard with this because i had planned on writing 2.5-3k but here we are

a/a/n : it's 12.38 am and i'm sleepy and still sick as fuck and i had the sudden raging NEED to purchase all of the aniteez keyring. which i might do. idk if this is my manic episode making a comeback or me having impulse control issue

buy me coffee ?

beefcake raccoon | concrete bear | manwich

Yeosang isn't really one to butt into other people's business, not even when certain things affect him personally.

For example, he never really voiced out how much he didn't like the way Hongjoong would come into his room, steal his supplements, and just leave things a mess. Mind you, he has no problem with letting the older guy take a couple pills or tablets from what could only be described as a collector's mountain. Heck, he's a firm believer in sharing whatever they own especially with people Yeosang already thought of as family. He just didn't like the way Hongjoong tended to leave some of the bottles not properly screwed. He hates seeing things not properly screwed. So he would just take a breath and clean up after the captain.

Another example is when a tornado came barrelling in. And no, it's not a real tornado which would have probably been better. Yeosang didn't voice out his complaints when his best friend of almost a decade suddenly came by the dorm he shared with Yunho only to kick him out. "Yunho and I are in this small gaming tournament and we need to beat this son of a bitch," Wooyoung said as he set up his gaming stuff on the dining table with Yunho who stopped momentarily and furrowed his eyebrows at this frantic friend, "You do know punchpunch483 is 12 years old, right?" which resulted in Wooyoung glaring at him, "A punk is a punk no matter the age, I will not stand the disrespect that's why he and his guild are going down so deep in the ground he can say hi to his grandpa." At that point, Yeosang simply clocked out of the conversation, dejectedly resigning to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to just watch his show in his bed and fall asleep to it.

There were some conflicts in Yeosang's brain, however. One good thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that he lives with a workaholic nomad and an introverted busybody. One bad thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that said dorm is often occupied by a girl Yeosang has a crush on and that girl is dating one of his other best friends.

Yeosang considers Jongho to be one of the luckiest men to be alive to be dating you. You, who in his mind is the most adorable sweetheart of a human being to have ever lived. It wasn't like you were the most polite person what with the names you can throw towards people you dislike and mutter towards rude strangers and the screeching laugh you sometimes let out when someone told you a stupid joke. Everything about you seemed so charming in Yeosang's eyes even when you were being touchy with the friend he was oh so jealous of. Sometimes Yeosang wonders, in his existential crisis-ridden thoughts at 3 am, the chances of the two of you being in the same lifetime. He wouldn't say that he was in love with you, but he wouldn't deny that he would often daydream about what it would be like to be with you, to be the one kissing you and to be the one getting back hugs from you. Well, he wouldn't deny it to himself.

So another good thing about Wooyoung's dorm is probably the fact that he could see and interact with you. But one other bad thing is the fact that sometimes he felt like Jongho knew how he thinks about you and that unnerves him. So he tends to avoid moments where you and Jongho are together because he can never seem to control the longing expression on his face and Jongho would always send him a knowing look and he knew one day he would just crack like an egg under hydraulic pressure.

It seemed like his resolve wasn't faring any better because when he first came by the dorm, he saw you on top of Jongho's lap on the couch, kissing him all over his face and whining. He knew he should at least expect to be met with you and Jongho being all over each other, but maybe not to this extent. The sound of him coming in didn't seem to deter either of you from your... Activities.

Whatever dirty thoughts passed Yeosang's head were almost immediately pushed away however when he saw Jongho pushing you away from him gently and sighing, "I told you I can't do this tonight," he said which earned him a scoff from you, "You've been saying that for the past four days, Jongho and frankly I'm starting to can't do it anymore," you said before pushing yourself off of your boyfriend completely. "That is not even grammatical," Jongho chuckled and you only flipped him off before turning to retire to Jongho's room only to pause when you saw Yeosang.

Yeosang's heart skipped a beat when he saw your frown turn into a bright smile, squealing and hugging him tightly. "Raccoon!" You called out happily. Yeosang never knew why, but you had seemed to start calling him 'beefcake raccoon'. Well, you did explain that it was because he was, in your own words, 'beefy' and his hair for his latest comeback made him look like a raccoon so in a sense, your logic did make sense. What doesn't seem to make sense is how you only call him and your boyfriend with adorable yet odd animal names. To you, Jongho was your concrete bear and Yeosang was your beefcake raccoon which pissed Wooyoung and San off but maybe that's because San is a jealous cat and Wooyoung wanted to be called foxy mama and you scolded them for being so relentless.

Despite his nerves, Yeosang grinned and hugged you back gently, not being able to stop himself from inhaling the scent of your shampoo and enjoying your warmth against his body. "Hi (y/n), is something wrong?" Yeosang asked as you both pulled away. At the mention of something wrong, your frown returned and you snapped your head to glare at your boyfriend who was still just sitting there, smiling innocently as if he hadn't denied you sex for four days straight. "Oh something is very wrong but it's with your buddy Choi Jongho over there. I'm starting to think he's no longer turned on by me or by any vagina-owning creature on earth," you hissed. "Okay you can't say things like that because some animals also own vaginas and I'm not into bestiality," Jongho scolded. At that moment, Yeosang thought he should just go to Wooyoung's room because he felt like he was being dragged into people's business and as fun as it is talking about kinks that could possibly lead him to know yours, he was not about to delve into this particular discussion. Luckily, you threw your arms up in the air and turned to him again, "Seriously Yeosang, if you were Jongho, would you choose vocal recording over sex?" Yeosang's eyes widened and he almost blurted out that he would never choose anything over you but thankfully Jongho beat him into answering you, "I'm telling you, Hongjoong hyung has been riding my ass with this new demo and you know how he is when inspiration struck," Jongho tried to reason. With a roll of your eyes you walked away to Jongho's room but not before yelling out, "Well, at least something's riding you, you cocky bastard!"

Jongho seemed unbothered, chuckling by himself as he watched your figure retreat. "You're not following her?" Yeosang asked, looking back and forth between the couple. Jongho simply shook his head, "Nah, she needs time to just... Cool off and I need to resist the temptation because Hongjoong hyung will be pissed if I come into the studio tired and hoarse," Yeosang nodded in understanding because he does understand what Jongho meant, having been on the receiving end of Hongjoong's wrath in the past for being, in Hongjoong's words, unprofessional, unprepared, and unremarkably disrespectful to people's time. But still, Yeosang felt bad for you and he didn't like seeing you pissed like that which was shown by the way he stared in the direction you went to for quite some time before he excused himself to rest in Woyooung's room, missing the way Jongho was staring at him knowingly with a smug smirk on his face.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yeosang thought that his involvement in your relationship with Jongho would end that night but when he woke up at 7 am the next day, he was met with the sight of Jongho's door open and as he passed the room, he saw Jongho tucking you in and stroking your hair and taking particular focus in the way his friend's shoulder drop when he sighed in disappointment.

Feeling like Jongho could use a moment, Yeosang just quietly tiptoed to the kitchen and helped himself to Wooyoung's stash of good coffee and started brewing.

Soon enough, Jongho showed up and sat down on the stool of the kitchen counter while opening his phone to check his text message, waiting for the manager to inform him that the car had arrived. Wordlessly, Yeosang poured himself and also Jongho a cup of coffee each. Jongho quietly thanked his older friend before sipping his cup in a slightly slumped position.

"Are you okay?" Yeosang asked, sensing something. Jongho sighed and nodded, "I feel bad for (y/n) for denying her sex and it's not like I don't want to, but I'm just not in the position to considering the state I would be in would not be conducive for recording and I really don't want to deal with Hongjoong hyung getting pissy at me," he sighed. Not knowing what else to say, Yeosand decided that he should at least be polite in this situation, "That's rough man, anything I can do?"

That particular question seemed to have turn a switch in Jongho's head because one moment he had a mopey look on his face, and the next, it was pure intrigue.

"You know what, hyung, I think there is something you can do," he said, finishing his coffee and straightening up. Sensing Jongho's resolve genuinely changing, Yeosang raised an eyebrow, "Okay? What can I do?" "Do you think you can accompany (y/n) and make sure she has all her needs met?" Jongho asked. The prospect of spending the day with you made Yeosang's eyes blink faster and heart beat harder. "S-sure, I guess. I have no schedules today so I can take her to wherever she wants," he ensured, clearing his throat when he felt like his tone showcased how excited he was even if it was only sightly. Jongho raised his eyebrows and smirked, realizing that Yeosang hadn't caught his drift, "You'll take her wherever she wants? What about taking her... However she wants?" Still not getting it, Yeosang nodded slowly, "Yes? I'll... Do whatever it is you want me to do to help your girlfriend feel better?"

Jongho couldn't believe how adorably innocent Yeosang was being. Knowing him for years, Jongho realized how some things could easily go over Yeosang's head by no fault of his own. He was just never introduced to the more scandalous side of life and it wasn't like he sought out information either.

Yeosang stared at Jongho in confusion as the younger chuckled and stood up, "Yes, that's... Correct in a sense I guess," Jongho then rounded the kitchen counter to stand in front of Yeosang. Jongho's phone buzzed and he momentarily checked the message he received before shoving his phone into his pocket, "But just to make sure both you and (y/n) get my point," All of a sudden, Jongho pulled Yeosang by his shirt and planted his lips on the older guy. Yeosang's eyes widened and his hands gripped the counter to regain control of his body because the impact from Jongho's sudden attack suddenly sent him reeling.

Initially, Yesoang was sent into a panicked and confused state because what the hell was Jongho doing? Why was he kissing him? What if you woke up and saw your boyfriend and one of his best friends kissing?

Correction, making out.

Somehow Jongho had managed to slip his tongue into Yeosang's mouth and at first, Yeosang wanted to protest and push him away. Heck, he had already gotten a hand on Jongho's shoulder but for some reason, he melted slightly into Jongho and as fucked up as it is, his mind drifted to thoughts that he knew he shouldn't be having. Those thoughts were mainly in the area of 'this is the tongue that had caressed and tasted (y/n)' and it got him hard faster than he cared to admit. The thought of you helped relax Yeosang slightly and before he realized it, he was kissing Jongho back with the same fervor which made Jongho unknowingly smirk, pleased that Yeosang was responding to him.

It wasn't until Jongho felt his phone buzzed again that he pulled away, realizing that he had to go. He couldn't even hide the satisfied look on his face when he saw how flushed Yeosang was after their little makeout session. For sure, you were going to like things just as much as he did should things go according to his plan. "Please give that to (y/n)," Jongho said all too simply as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Still blear-eyed and slightly confused, Yeosang was trying hard to make his brain work. "W-what?" he managed out after he felt air filling back into his lungs. "Give that kiss to (y/n), the exact same way, please?" Jongho grinned, a little bit too happily.

Even with Jongho repeating himself, Yeosang was still trying to make sure of things, putting 2 and 2 was for him especially since he was practically mauled by Jongho. Seeing the state his friend was in, Jongho exhaled sharply and stood closer to Yeosang, "I am giving you full permission to do ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER it is my girlfriend wants you to do to satisfy her, okay? Starting with that kiss. Carte blanche, sky's your limit!" he then placed a hand on Yeosang's right shoulder and tilted his head, "Capische?" Just to make things more sexually confusing for Yeosang, Jongho smiled at him, showing off the gums that cleverly hid his perverted agenda.

"I- I- Capische, I guess?" Yeosang answered, kind of getting what Jongho expected off of him but also still in disbelief. "Awesome! Thanks hyung, I owe you this, I'll pay you back when I think of something, okay?" he said before leaving his friend with a pat on the chest and an extra squeeze that made Yeosang's eyes bulge out (and almost made him let out a sound but in fear of sounding like a car being honked, Yeosang somehow managed to keep the sound in. Things happened so fast all at once and it made him slightly dizzy. It was only 7 am and so many things already happened. Part of him thought that he was imagining things and that maybe he was still asleep and dreaming but he didn't even know where to justify himself dreaming about kissing his friend.

"Hey Sangie, what are you doing up so early?"

Yeosang snapped his focus back to reality at the sound of your voice but the blush returned to his cheeks when he saw you oh so casually walking your adorable self out of your boyfriend's room and trudging to sit down on one of the stools, right where your boyfriend had just set which effectively set his mind drifting to what had just happened.

"H-hey (y/n), morning! What are you doing up at 7 am?" he asked with nerves thickly laced in his voice. You furrowed your eyebrows and checked the clock on your phone before showing him the screen, "Sangie, it's 8.24," you pointed out. Yeosang had stood alone in the kitchen, so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't even realized that an hour had passed and that time had kept on going while he was making out with your boyfriend in the kitchen. So he turned his back on you after saying a simple 'oh', making it seem like he wasn't flustered by pouring you a cup of coffee before setting it in front of you and heading towards the couch to enjoy his now cold coffee.

For a moment, both you and he were silent, neither of you was sharing anything and just enjoying the silence and calmness of the atmosphere. Even when you moved to the couch when Yeosang turned the TV on, neither of you was conversing over anything substantial.

Well, until you brought up your boyfriend.

"Did Jongho say anything before he left this morning?"'

It was almost comical how Yeosang snapped his head in your direction and blinked twice. "I'm not quite sure but I think he mentioned Cate Blanchett?" You furrowed your eyebrows at his answer, "The lady who played Thor's older sister?" "Yes?" "You sound unsure..." you pointed out, crossing your arms on your chest and turning to look at him fully, "Tell me what Jongho told you and I know he told you something," you pressed.

Now Yeosang found himself between a hard and awkward place. The hard place is between his legs and the awkward place is the position of having to tell you that your boyfriend had practically told him to service you, who is his secret crush, should you request for him to. So he kept stammering, trying to find a way to tell you what he needed to tell you while you stared at him, making him even more nervous than he already was.

"I- I- Well, you see,"

Yeosang sat up straighter and shuffled closer to you, prompting you to do the same.

"W- we- I, Jongho and I, he-"

God, he wasn't even this nervous at his audition and frankly it was starting to annoy you.

"Just spit it out!"

"Fuck it,"

Before you know it, Yeosang pressed his lips on yours, his body no longer at the end of the couch but hovering above you with arms caging your head. The impact caused you to let out a sound of surprise as you were not expecting Yeosang to jump on you like that. There was a nagging voice in the back of your head that was screaming for you to push him away but there was another voice that spoke louder than the former voice. That voice belonged to your boyfriend and it came from the memory you had from earlier in the morning when he woke you up to tell you that he felt bad for disappointing you for the past four days and he was going to make it up to you. Then your brain tried to connect that memory with the text message your boyfriend sent to you, stating that his apology gift has been set up and you can claim it from Yeosang. Was this it?

"Jongho," Yeosang panted as he shifted his lips from yours down to your chin and jaw, "Left you a kiss," your eyes rolled back when he took your earlobe between his teeth and started nibbling, "With me, and he wanted me to deliver it for you," he finished before reconnecting your lips once again. You moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue and allowed your own to battle his for dominance.

The kiss was electrifying, breath-taking, and cunt clenching. You couldn't help but spread your legs wider so Yeosang could push your body completely flat on the couch. At this point, his crotch made in contact with yours and you could feel from your short sleeping shorts and his own sweatpants that he was long and hard. Another moan was sent into his mouth and the feeling of vibration made Yeosang grind his crotch onto you, taking it as the perfect moment to let you know the other part of the message.

"A-also," you whined when Yeosang pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on yours, "Jongho wanted me to... Satisfy all of your needs, however you want, wherever you want."

Looking into his eyes, you saw how his pupils were blown and the flush on his face made your heart burn slightly, realizing that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him at that moment. You were not sure if it was because of how needy you were from being denied sex for almost a week or if your teeny tiny crush on your boyfriend's friend was forced to bloom due to the circumstances. Of course, the circumstances are the fact that your boyfriend had allowed his friend to kiss and fuck you should you want to.

"So, Jongho told you to just kiss me or did he specify that you had to kiss me like that?" you teased, starting to relax and opening yourself up for Yeosang who had dropped his gaze from your eyes down to your lips. "He... Left me a kiss but what I gave you is partially from him but mostly from me," he muttered before he dove down to attach his lips to your neck. As he began sucking the sensitive skin, your body reacted automatically to him, your hands curled on the base strands of his hair as your heels hooked on the backs of thighs, allowing his crotch to press closer to yours. "Fuck, is this your way of telling me that you've been wanting to fuck me?" you moaned when his teeth grazed against your jugular, causing your cunt to clench and your spine to tingle. At that point, you were sure that you were soaked but you couldn't be too sure because the warmth pressing on your crotch could Yeosang's body warmth. "No, this is me telling you I didn't like to see you so disappointed because Jongho, your boyfriend, has been denying you sex so I want to help you feel better." As he spoke, you felt his hands creep up to the waistband of your shorts and your breath hitched in both anticipation and excitement, wanting to see just how much you both could go with the fact that you've already gotten your boyfriend's approval in the bag. Toying with the band whilst simultaneously teasing the skin underneath, Yeosang looked up at you with eyes full of hope and desire, "Can I help you feel better?"

It didn't take you long to nod, giving him the confirmation to proceed which he happily obliged by pulling your bottoms so hard he ripped your panties slightly. Yeosang misunderstood the widening of your eyes as a bad thing and he immediately cringed, apologizing profusely as he told you he felt bad and that he would buy you a new pair. So it surprised him when you pulled his face up and hungrily kissed him. "That was so hot, Yeosang, I'm totally okay with that," you said breathlessly, starting to grind your now bare cunt onto his crotch, delighting yourself at the feeling of something hard pushing back against your needy clit. "Jongho has been the only person to be able to do that and fuck did he make such a good decision entrusting you," you whimpered, pulling on Yeosang's bottom lip needily.

Hearing the way you talked about him made Yeosang's heart soar and he suddenly felt the need to show you just how much exactly he had been thinking about you and pleasing you. Confidently, Yeosang pressed two of his fingers against your pussy, effectively trapping your clit between his two digits. His eyes never left your face, enjoying the ecstasy-ridden look on your face as you threw your head back whilst a high-pitched gasp escaped your lips. Wanting to see that expression again, Yeosang began massaging your clit between his two fingers whilst adding more stimulation by moving his fingers up and down. The pleasure was starting to build in you slowly but surely, adding the fact that it was Yesoang who was giving you pleasure and your mind was sent to a pleasure-induced haze. Had it not been for Yeosang's body between your legs, you would have successfully clamped your legs shut.

A shaky breath left Yeosang's lips when he noticed you reacting positively towards his ministration. To the people who would not understand, they would say Yeosang was weird for reading into your reaction so much but how can Yeosang start to describe how much he loved seeing the way your hips rolled onto his hands? Seeing you seeking more of his touch was a whole other level of satisfaction that Yeosang never even knew existed until he saw it with his own eyes. Between your face and glistening cunt, Yeosang couldn't choose which part he liked best. Then again, he had yet to have the chance to feel his aching cock nesting inside your core so he'd have to reserve his decision for after you came on him.

The dynamic of your expression was beyond anything Yeosang could explain because once his fingers slipped inside you, your face contorted to showcase even more of your ecstasy. "You like that, princess?" Yeosang teased as he curled his fingers inside you, caressing the sensitive walls ever so gently that caused your cunt to leak more arousal and your body to shake from the pleasure. "Fuck yes, I do! Jongho, God bless his physique, is chunky and big but so is his fingers but you, Yeosang- Fuck! You and your damn long fingers are reaching so deep inside me- fuck!" you whined, hips rising as Yeosang's finger pulled all the way out only to slam them back in, revelling in how slick you were when they felt your juices staining his palm. "Long, huh? So... Why do you call me a beefcake?" Yeosang teased, lowering himself closer to your cunt which surprisingly made you a bit shy as seen from the way you tried to close your legs. Of course, Yeosang wouldn't let that happen so he used his upper body strength and directed it to his palms, forcing your legs to stay open and not even caring that your stream of slick was trickling down on the couch. "Excuse you, Yeosang, you're not just a beefcake, you're MY beefcake raccoon," you scoffed as you maintained eye contact with Yeosang in faux confidence, oblivious that your stance was being betrayed by your quivering pupils and blush. "Yours, huh? Is that what I am?" Yeosang tried to bite back the grin on his lips as best he could but it was futile as he couldn't even hide the way his hips grind onto your shin when he heard you referring to him as yours. "I don't know about you but fuck, I love the sound of that," he said shakily before diving down to lick a fat stripe from your drenched hole up to nibble on your clit.

That was the last straw. The teasing, the sexual frustration, and seeing Yeosang between your legs had fucked up your brain so much that all you wanted was him.

Sitting up slightly, you somehow managed to pull Yeosang up by the collar of his shirt and push him so he was the one on his back. The frantic movement of your hands pulling Yeosang's sweatpants and underwear paired with the manic, almost crazed look on your face was absolutely thrilling. "I need you inside me Yeosang, please, I want you to fill me up with cock and cum so bad, I need it now!" you whimpered, pussy drenching the fabric of his thigh so embarrassingly bad that it caused Yeosang's cock to twitch as it was released from its confines.

"Use me then, after all, that's why I'm here."

It was the last confirmation you need before you all too easily slip his cock inside of your cunt. For a moment, the both of you only revelled at the feeling of each other for the first time. Yesoang was enjoying how warm you were and how much he liked the sharp contrast between the cool air and your warm core, the sudden change forced the air to be knocked out of his lungs and his eyes to roll to the back of his head. You, on the other hand, were struggling with the fact that Yeosang was reaching inside you so deep that your legs were starting to shake. As crude as it seemed, your immediate reaction was to notice the difference between him and Jongho. It wasn't like you were ranking or making a pros and cons list in your head, you were just noticing how different they pleasured you. Jongho was definitely shorter but girthier, it was always a struggle to take him in as he filled you up almost immediately and even once you got used to the feeling of fullness, you still struggled to move your own body so usually, Jongho would do the work. But Yeosang, he was slimmer but definitely longer, something you didn't take into consideration on the first impact as once he was sheathed inside of you completely, you felt his tip kissing your cervix and it was a new feeling that you had yet to be accustomed to. Whether it was due to his size or the pool you had created down there, you found yourself able to move on your own a lot easier and that made your brain go fuzzy.

Once you both got used to the novelty of feeling each other so intimately, you began fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock. Right off the bat, you were moving so vigorously and Yeosang could only stare with a slacked jaw. "Fuck, Yeosang your cock is hitting me so deep!" you whined, throwing your head back from the feeling and clenching down on him. Yeosang never had much of a comparison material as he was never one to seek out physical relations so often. But even then he knew that the level of pleasure he was experiencing was only achievable because he was getting it from you. Yeosang had to grip your hips to ground him back to reality because he was sure that if he hadn't, he would've definitely thought that he was dreaming. But the feeling of you grounding yourself on top of him was surely something his brain couldn't manipulate no matter how much he tried. And when you changed you changed your position, his brain went haywire. You initially had your knees on either side of his hips and the sight of you rubbing your needy cunt on him was something he could never forget. But then you paused to prop your legs by bending your knees and leaning back with your hands on his muscular thighs. The feeling of Yeosang's flexing muscles beneath your fingers honestly made your cunt clench and weep slightly and Yeosang couldn't help but take note of it.

The very moment you got settled in your new position, you immediately started bouncing yourself on top of Yeosang, impaling yourself multiple times on his cock. If your rhythm was vigorous before, this was... Maniacal. You were jackhammering yourself like a crazed person trying to seek relief. As sick as it was, for some reason, Yeosang loved the way you were basically using his cock for your own release as if he was a toy that you oh so graciously choose to relieve the building ache and need from being denied by your own boyfriend. Your stamina was proof of your desperate need to get sexual release and the way you showcased it could only be described by him as an art performance. "Shit, you're so hot," Yeosang hissed on a particular snap of your hips, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass before his right hand travelled up to your (Jongho's) shirt and grabbing the bottom as he pulled them up to reveal your torso, "Bite this for me please, baby, I wanna see your body, I NEED to see your body," he whimpered, his finger caressing your chin as he tuck the bottom part of your shirt between your teeth. You bit back a grin when he called you baby, feeling giddy all of a sudden but you tried to play it cool. He let out a shuddered breath when he noticed you weren't wearing any bra and frankly, he couldn't help but think about how lucky Jongho was to be able to feel you pressing up to him every night if he wanted to. You moaned and clenched down on him, "Fuck, I didn't peg you for a tits man, Yeosang," you teased but took a moment to tweak your left nipple, "Do you like my tits?" you asked, purposefully moaning and rolling your hips. "No," he huffed as he placed his right hand on your crotch, thumb pressed on your clit which caused you to jolt slightly "I like you," he smirked cheekily.

The confession was rather surprising but you noticed it made your stomach to flutter. Egged by his profession, you started fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock again, this time, the stimulation from his thumb on your clit made your movements harsher but messier. Neither of you could speak clearly, not that you wanted to, you were enjoying the sounds Yeosang was making and he was in a trance as he stared at the way your pussy was swallowing his cock whole. "Greedy baby," he hissed, finally finding the ability to snap his hips back to meet yours, "Taking my cock so good, making sure I'd remember your pussy always." The impact from his hips successfully made your footing falter as you found your right leg slipping and your body tumbling forward, your bare chest met Yeosang's clothed one.

"Fuck me, you got some talented hips there," you giggled, immediately adjusting your thrusts to the new position and enjoying the friction of his shirt on your tits. Moaning, Yeosang held you tight with one arm as the one that was on your clit moved to his face, "Nothing you couldn't escape from your beefcake raccoon, right?" he smirked while licking your arousal clean from his fingers.

With a sharp exhale from you, you planted your lips back onto him, tasting yourself on his tongue before moving your hips even faster. You were thankful that your boyfriend had forced you to ride his thighs so much that you had somehow gained the core strength to ride Yeosang like a champion. "Y-Yeosang, fuck- I'm close!" you whimpered against his mouth, your movements getting sloppy as the tension in your cunt increased, now trying its best to reach climax. Yeosang nodded at your admission, hands moving to hold you by your thighs so that you would still be wide open for him. "I'll make you cum, (y/n), don't worry," he pecked your lips before dropping his forehead on your shoulder, "I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Your hands found purchase on the armrest behind Yeosang and on his shoulder, trying to hold onto your sanity that was being torn apart by each thrust Yeosang delivered. Your head fell slack and your eyebrows furrowed as you felt your climax at the tip of your tongue. Yeosang was trying his best to get you to cum and with the way your walls were hugging him in a vice, he knew it wouldn't take long to push you over the edge. "Y-yeosang!" you whined, your hips now stilling as you reached your climax with a shake of your body from how intense it felt. Yeosang held your legs open for him and his hips never stopped, allowing you to ride out your high while also trying to reach his own.

Though you were induced into a pleasure state, you were still thinking about Yeosang and fuck if there was not one thing in your mind.

"In me, Yeosang, finish in me! I need to be filled!" You managed out, practically begging to be stuffed as how your boyfriend usually would. Though it was Yeosang fucking you, you couldn't help but let the thought of both he and Jongho filling you up with their cum flash through. The mere thought sent shivers down your spine and your hips to suddenly roll.

Yeosang was trying his best to not lose control because Jongho hadn't said anything about allowing him to cum inside you. "A-are you su-re, (y/n)? I can just- fuck, I can just jerk myself off," he assured you. But you whined and started peppering kisses along his jawline, "Please fill me up, Yeosang, you said you- ah! You had to please me, right?" you pouted.

A grunt rumbled through Yeosang's chest and without much complaint, he began thrusting into you in shorter but more precise movements. The overstimulation was trying to get you but you tried your best to hold on by distracting yourself. Your left hand found purchase on Yeosang's right peck and your fingers automatically squeeze the soft flesh and your fingers toy the stiff peaks with each movement.

As it turns out, that seemed to set off Yeosang because suddenly he held your body flush against him and you felt his cum filling you up in spurts as his cock twitched inside you. The sensation made you let out a low hum and your head rolled to nest on the crook of Yeosang's neck.

For a moment, you both could only lay there, resting on each other as you tried to catch your breath. Your haze was dwindling down into a daydream and your body was adjusting so you could rest after the session you just had. Though you had Yeosang under you, you couldn't help but think of your boyfriend and how after this, you're going to need to thank him. But when Yeosang readjusted his position so that his head was resting against the armrest and your head was on his pecks, your thoughts shifted. You propped your arms on Yeosang's chest and your chin on them, smiling up at him, "What got you grinning?" Yeosang asked but he was returning your smile with his. You shrugged, "Not sure, maybe it was post-orgasm bliss," and you wanted to add that it could also be the fact that he had just confessed that he liked you in the middle of sex but you didn't want to make things awkward so you kept that little jewel to yourself.

"So," Yeosang cleared his throat, "Are you feeling happy and satisfied now?" he asked, suddenly remembering the task his friend had given him. You pursed your lips, momentarily thinking of an answer before a mischievous glint past your eyes. "I think... Not quite," you replied, your legs suddenly caging Yeosang's hips which effectively rubbed his softened cock the right way as seen from the way it was starting to twitch back to life. Taking the hint, Yeosang's tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip in hunger.

"Well, I did promise your boyfriend that I would do anything to make you happy, didn't I? We'll just have to keep doing it until you're completely... Satisfied."

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[REDACTED] from Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective vs Judge from Off. Vote for your fav!!

Need help picking? Check down here!

[REDACTED] - CAPCOM - 2010 - Magic black cat:

-He is DEAD and has GHOST POWERS. He can TIME TRAVEL. He has a LOVING CAT DAD as his OWNER and the only family they have left is EACH OTHER. I would go into detail but that would involve spoiling the best mystery game ever written. You should play Ghost Trick. This stupid cat has not left my brain in months. He's haunting me. Which is fitting because he is a ghost. Did I mention he's a ghost cat what is cooler than a ghost cat.

-most special little guy in the world. hes HUGE spoilers for the game btw but um. yea <3

-Because [REDACTED] is the true Schroeder’s cat, he is both dead and alive at the same time and has really cool ghost powers. Also, he can’t read!

-If you haven’t played Ghost Trick, I tragically cannot tell you the spoilers, but this cat is sweet and determined and got a sad man through some rough times.

Judge - Unproductive Fun Time - 2008 - White cat:

-Idk his teeth fucked up tho “I am meowing at my lung’s fullest. I would even argue that the voice that reverberates back to me is the voice of someone I know… have you seen my dear brother?”

-adding some extra propaganda for the judge [non-spoiler]

-He speaks like you gave someone thesaurus for the first time ("Nevertheless, I will introduce myself. I am the Judge, and I am aching to know your name, dear elusory interlocator."

-in some parts of the game it can be read as him making fun of the batter ("Oh, so you can read?" - in response to the batter reading aloud the ad for cat food he was admiring)

-his real name is Pablo

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE ENTIRE GAME-- BE WARNED

-His only family is his brother, who he watched as a bird came out of his mouth and revealed his brother was long dead and the bird was puppeteering his corpse around. While you fight the bird the only thing he can say is calling out his brothers name.

-after you kill the bird he stays at the rooftop where it happened and calls out his brothers name (with real sad cat meows) and says the meowing at his lungs fullest line in the original post. he isnt seen again until the very end of the game

-At the end of the game he reappears to berate you (the player) for helping the batter kill eveyone else in the world, and you can choose to side with him and kill the batter. All his special attacks are named after neck, spine, and brain injurys (Anyurysm rupture, Staggering sclerosis, ect)

-with your help he can easily kill the batter with three of his special attacks.

-after you kill the batter he is seen roaming the now empty world, seeming being one of three(?) people left in existance

hes a silly guy basically thanks for coming to my ted talk

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-ALSO The Judge was most likely the inspiration for SANS HIMSELF,

since undertale is highly inspired by OFF and both characters have a part in the game where they judge the players actions, and weigh their morality.

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Ma.. (TWIN AU)

Miles Morales/Milo G Morales x F!Reader

Which Miles? It’s up to preference it can b read for both! Ya can switch it around if wanted

Twin au, got the name Milo from another talented writer so if you see this hi sweetie<3

Somewhat headcannons/story, miles a self apologetic, (Y/N) doesn’t know what she feels until the end. Read and find out<3

⚠️CHEATING!! Violence(slapping), empty threats, they are aged up(for the drinking in one bit)

Notes: fill my inbox it 🏃🏽‍♀️ and check out my other works! Masterlist<3

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* Miles didn’t mean to do it. It’s just.. happened you know?

* Did he regret it? Yes.

* Did he know you wouldn’t forgive him? Yes.

* That’s exactly why he couldn’t let you find out.

* It’s was a class party, someone spiked the drinks, that’s someone was ofc Edna

* Taking advantage of (Y/N) absence and Miles out of mindedness

* HE led her to a room @the party and one thing led to another

* This became a common reoccurrence ever since (Y/N) came back from her family trip

* All while Milo observed and watched from a far

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(Y/N) was coming out of calculus to go to Miles double period of Spanish, which was now in the 2nd half.

Literally oblivious to the fact of what her soon to be ex lover had done.

Quietly coming into the classroom she walks over to her desk taking a seek and taking a peek at Miles who heads a gift on his desk with a note, while he was staring out the window.

“For this project, you’ll be doing groups of four, each of you will be studying a different country of Spanish origin, such a Spain, Mexico these are 2 of the many. Do not fail me young scholars. as for your groups it will be the person to your left and their front. You may start planning now.”

The teacher gave some long ass speech (Y/N) couldn’t be bothered to listen to

About to face Miles she went to go poke him “MILES!!!” A terrifying screech came from right in front of them. It’s was Edna…

Edna Stacy.

(cousin of Gwen Stacy cs I love her I don’t want her to b the bad guy, you feel me?)

“Oh hi..” miles mumbles facing away from her to finally face you, “Mami we need to talk”

Milo scoffs rolling his eyes, “now you wanna talk cheater” he mumbles only miles catching wind of what he said

Completely ignoring Edna as she sat on his desk, (Y/N) nodded hesitatingly turning her head back to her paper not saying a word, heart now racing with ‘talk about what’ with a little ‘oh great, her.’

Edna took this as an invitation to leaning closer to Miles, “you enjoyed my present pretty boy? You didn’t even open it”

“Excuse you? You do realize he has a girl right? That’s fucking dirty” (Y/N) glances at her

“Well clearly not if he—-“

“THATS enough, erm- can we finish this later at one of our dorms, class about to let out” Miles says clearing his throat

(Y/N) eyes him weirdly before eventually agreeing with him, sooner or later the bell rang signifying the end of the day.

“Milo won’t you be a dear and tell Miles ima come over later I gotta get the textbook for the project from the library, Oka?” (Y/N) says giving a closed eye smile to the much more seemingly emotionless twin

“Oh..? Matter a fact lemme come with you, ion wanna b with that brain dead idiot” Milo says while giving (Y/N) and side hug and arm to link around (platonic for now)

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‘He’s been so distant.. what’s up with him.’

*THUMP*

‘Ever since I came back’

*THUMP*

“Did you hear? I Hurd Miles got a lil sum from Edna at last weeks party” said some random kids from behind the shelf

*THUMP*

“Oh yea? But doesn’t he have a gf?”

*THUMP*

“Doesn’t seem it” the guy shrugs

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

Milo caught on tryna distract (Y/N), covering her ears, even training her eyes on him, but it wasn’t enough as she ran out of the library with Milo trailing behind

(Y/N) didn’t even remember when she dropped the textbook in the dorm complex, tears running down almost blurring her vision almost tripping up the stairs to twins floor.

“Ma wait” milo says I’m attempts to calm (Y/N) down

Her heart heaving and hurting from the pain of her legs as well the hurt from her lover.

“It isn’t true, we’ll go to miles confirm and it’s not gonna be true. Right? Right?”

Wrong.

Before (Y/N) could even open the door she heard gasps groans and slight moans

She enter the complex along with Milo who started at his twin in dissatisfied, the door was completely unlocked, (Y/N) stares. Eyes wide.. not from shock. No. From hurt and surprised.

“So that’s what they meant” (Y/N) mumbles

“Wait! Mami it isn’t. I mean- it’s is but I didn’t mean for it— it was Js- ma im sorry it was in the momen—“

“I don’t care Miles..” (Y/N) says drying her tear stained cheeks, clicking over to fall in front of him

“I genuinely don’t care Miles, this is the worst downgrade that could possibly happened”

Milo knowing it wasn’t the time tried to stifle a laugh

*SMACK*

The room fell silent as (Y/N) hand was in the air from the previous action

“If it was because you didn’t love me, or because it was a dare, I don’t care. Miles you’ve completely lost my trust and we’re done. After this project I don’t want you near me”

(Y/N) grabs Milo’s hand going up even more stares, as they eventually get to the roof, situated on the edge with the safety rail

“I’m.. my bad. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t wanna seem.. idk” Milo trails off

(Y/N) sighs leaning her head against his shoulder.

“It’s Oka.. you only did what you had to do to protect any feelings I had left.. so thank you”

*THUMP*

Milo’s face darkens into a shade of red which can only be seen by the flashing lights of the cars passing by.

With a content feel of the area and each others presence they are now staring at each other, tension getting thicker by the minute,

Till eventually their nose touch, bending at the contact of their Lips moving together in sync and in harmony.

(Y/N) had found it. The piece of the her aching heart

*THUMP*

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Kinda fast paced but I think it’s cute, lmk what ya think<3

[nerves-nebula]

OK SO HUGE SPIDERVERSE 2 SPOILERS HERE i wanna discuss what themes i was picking up on and that i'm the most excited to see resolved

obviously theres FAMILY and PARENTING but i'm more interested in the themes presented with how The Spot developed and ALSO how that relates to miguel's whole situation

there is one main thing i wanna talk about tho:

inflexibility/the justification of cruelty

To me this is the core of the conflict behind both what happened with The Spot (my beloved) and whats going on with Miguel & the other spider-people's adherence to maintaining the status quo of their shitty shitty lives.

the inflexibility/justification of cruelty is obvious with miguel, it's like his whole thing. but I think it's less obvious with Miles. Miles cracks jokes to cope like a lot of spiders do, but his mockery of The Spot made things WAY worse. Like, here's this guy who tells you a harrowing story of how his life got ruined, and yea it's not entirely your fault but it's also not completely unrelated to you. He's completely alone, no one will hire him, he's a freak! And to top it all off, you won't even let him steal some money so that he can fucking live! whats he supposed to eat, miles?????? where's he supposed to LIVE.

and yea that's a lot to drop on a 15 year old but he's also a superhero (the age of which most people don't know) and the LEAST he could do, the BARE minimum imo, is take this guys pain seriously. even if he does look funny or weird, and he's not a huge threat at the moment.

I think we were supposed to relate to miles while he was fighting The Spot a the start, we saw the meeting with his parents and how bad he needed/wanted to just get the fight over with to stop disappointing them. But if you think about it from the spots perspective the whole thing wasn't just humiliating and frustrating- it cemented in his mind that spider-man was an uncaring and cruel person who didn't give a shit about him as long as he didn't disrupt the status quo of normal people or whatever.

but who cares, right? Miles does that all the time. that's just how things are, right? there's no need to change how he thinks about the lives of the people he fights so long as it doesn't affect him personally :/

And that's kind of what miguel does too. he's just more aware and active about it. he does things he'd rather not do, makes sure people suffer the way he thinks they have to because that's just how things are.

and both of those are probably not actually necessary! it's needlessly cruel to force spider-people to lose the ones they love, and it's needlessly cruel to mock and belittle a man who's had his life ruined to the point he needs to turn to crime just to survive.

I can't prove it yet cause the next movie hasn't come out yet, but I feel like it would be a bad idea for The Spot to die, I can accept him dying but only if they acknowledge that this isn't entirely just because The Spot is like, idk, evil or something. I want them to acknowledge the cruelty and pain that lead to this.

The same way it wouldn't make sense for Miles to end up agreeing with Miguel, it just doesn't match with the themes they've set up so far. Miguel is clearly coded to be in the wrong about what he thinks has to happen, and I suspect there's an aspect of his story/history that we aren't aware of. I can't say how or why but I think he's wrong about why the universe he went to fell apart (maybe he knows that, maybe not?) but I guess we'll have to see.

anyway can't wait for spider-man 3: even more fucking spiders!!!!

[mack-devereaux]

Comfort

Vince Dunn

Authors note: Vince is my comfort player. I love him. So it’s only fitting that I write about him in a comfort fic. No clue on word count. Pictures are from Pinterest. I think the only trigger is like 3 curse words? And a little bit of angst, just a tiny bit.

❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Isn’t it strange? There are so many people out there who secretly love someone. And yet there are so many people who have no idea that someone secretly loves them.

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Vince was new to Seattle. He had just gotten traded, he knew it was coming, but yet he wasn’t prepared for how much of a difference it would be. In St. Louis he had his friends. But here, he was so new he didn’t have friends yet and with his family in Canada he was struggling trying to settle in. He just wanted someone to talk to and hang out with. His floor in his apartment complex was very quiet, as far as he knew there were only two tenants, him and a very very quiet person, as far as the other rooms, they were used for storage. He never saw his neighbor nor had he heard them when they came and went. Until today that is, he was texting on his phone while walking down the hallway when all of a sudden something, or someone, smacked right into his chest.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention I—“ the cute blonde stopped speaking immediately when she looked at him “wow your eyes are really pretty.” Vince grinned. Kinda taken aback by the chatty girl. “Oh I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m sorry, I’ll pay more attention next time” the girl stuttered.

“It’s really not a big deal. I’m Vince” he stuck out his hand. The girl took his hand and she swore electricity shot up her arm. “Y/n” she smiled dropping her hand and reaching for her apartment keys.

“Well for the record y/n you have very beautiful eyes as well” he added with a wink and a panty dropping smile. He felt an odd sense of calm and peace when they touched hands. “Do you flirt with all your neighbors Dunner?” She asked.

“Wait how do you—“ his eyebrows pinched together, she knew who he was.

“I work for the Kraken sometimes. I’m one of the extra medics they call in when you guys get too crazy out there. It’s my job to know who you guys are. But you should get going before you’re late to training” she leaned into her doorway of her apartment.

“Shit, yea. Well I guess I will see you around then, don’t be a stranger. You can come hang out anytime, I’m only a door away” he smiled and started to walk down the hall to go to the gym. Looking back over his shoulder he noticed her watching him “you too Vince”.

*a few weeks later*

Y/n was sitting on her couch alone, only because Vince was out of town on a roadie. She didn’t realize how much she had gotten used to his presence until he was gone. Literally. He was constantly in her apartment, and if he wasn’t at her place she was at his. At this point they were the equivalent to roommates. Vince tried to convince himself it was because he felt calm and peace around her, not that he had a massive crush on her. He made the mistake of telling his friend Sam about her and he hasn’t heard the end of it.

Y/n wasn’t mad about constantly having the cute hockey player in her apartment over the last few weeks, however she did wish he gave some heads up when he came over though. There’s been many times he just barged in when she was looking like a mess or had just crawled out of bed with her hair everywhere. He claimed it was a cute look for her but she was still mortified. He was like sex on legs, he constantly looked amazing. Between his dark curls and his bright green eyes she knew she was fucked. Plus his constant flirting and the need for physical touch was not helping her case. She quickly picked up that physical touch was how he needed reassurance. He always mentioned how she kept him grounded and not in his head, she took that as a huge compliment, he didn’t seem like the type to let people in very easily.

Her phone vibrated on the table, bringing her out of her trance she had fallen into, she reached out and saw a text from Vince.

From Dunner 😈:

Hey babygirl, you able to talk?

Babygirl, the name he called her when it was just them, she loved it. It often became Babe around his friends and teammates. But she wasn’t mad about that nickname either. She hit the call button and waited for him to answer.

“Someone’s impatient” she rolled her eyes when he answered.

“You’re the one who texted me, I figured it would be a waste of time by texting you, just to have you call me” y/n explained.

“That’s fair. What are you up to?” He said, he sounded tired.

“Laying on my couch” y/n said.

“Sexy, what are you wearing” he smiled.

“Vince” she rolled her eyes “don’t make it weird.”

He laughed “come on babygirl live a little, I know you’re wearing my shirt.”

Glancing down she scoffed “no I’m not” yes she was, “How was your game” she quickly changed subjects.

“I knew it” he grinned biting his lip. He loved when she wore his clothes. “It was good, did you watch?”

“I always do” she sighed “when do you come back?”

“I knew you missed me” he chirped.

“Quit teasing me or I will hang up” she pouted. Messing with the hem of the worn out shirt.

“No you won’t, you miss me too much. But I’ll be back in a few days babe” he yawned.

“I’m gonna fall asleep soon” she said also yawning.

“You should stay up, I wanna keep flirting with you” he whined.

“You’re ridiculous” she laughed.

“You never flirt back, it’s boring” he said.

“Umm yes I do, you’re just super attractive and it makes me nervous to flirt with you too much, I never know when you’re being serious” she laughed.

“I’m always serious babe” he said, after a note of silence on her end he added “get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah, goodnight Vince.”

As y/n hung up he looked at his lock screen photo of them. They were out at a club with the team, she was in a dark blue dress and he was wearing a black t shirt and dark jeans. She was sitting on his lap with his arm around her back and they were taking selfies. He had just touched her exposed shoulder with his cold beer bottle when she jumped. Then he snapped a photo of them mid laugh. It was his favorite picture of them. For as much as he teased her about her missing him, he was certain he missed her way more. Being away from her was weird. Especially since they had only met a short while ago. He’s never clicked with someone this quick before. He didn’t know what to make of it. His friend Sam had tried giving him advice on asking her out but he wasn’t sure how she felt about the situation. A text came through bringing him back to reality.

From Babygirl 🥵:

Goodnight 💕

To Babygirl 🥵:

Goodnight babe

~~~~~~

We looked at each other just a little too long to be just friends.

~~~~~~

*a few weeks later*

Y/n was adding some final touches to her makeup before she heard her door unlock.

“I’m coming!“ she shouted as she grabbed a hair tie to throw on her wrist. She walked out into the living room seeing Vince drop his duffel bag by the door, he was wearing a dark game day suit and his curls were styled perfectly. It’s a shame that hair will be covered by a helmet soon. Damn he looked good.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah, just let me grab a few things,” she grabbed her purse and her water bottle. She was going to the game tonight because they were playing the Canucks, the Kraken tend to get a little rough with each other when they played teams close to them. Mainly because the crowd was always intense and got the energy going in the arena. So naturally Vince had convinced her to carpool with him, with games like this he always got a little hotheaded. Just having y/n around him seemed to keep him calm. Which he would need after tonight’s match up with their Canadian neighbors. She was his first friend here, and somehow between the late night talks and flirting he had fallen for her. Even some of the teammates had noticed how he kept her close to him, literally and figuratively. Little did he know that she had fallen for him too. How could she not. The two of them just fit so perfectly together. The drive to the game was filled with flirty banter and small talk.

~~~

The game was a bloodbath. Penalties were called left and right. Players were coming off the ice like crazy with cuts and bloody noses and injuries constantly. It was a good thing they called in backup, which they definitely utilized. She was right behind the players bench watching everyone with such intensity, even the other team. The end of the second period was nearing, she couldn’t wait for the team to have an intermission to cool down. The energy in the arena was out of this world. She had been to plenty of games before, but none had been this intense.

Then it happened, gloves came off and it was a blur of blue and white wrestling on the ice, punches and insults thrown around like nothing. She forgot how to breathe once she realized it was Vince who was fighting. As a medic she was used to blood, especially at the hockey games, it never bothered her but it was different seeing Vince bloody. She wasn’t sure how long they had been fighting. After what felt like a lifetime the refs finally ripped the players apart. Vince immediately going towards the bench, he was yelling. The teams physician pulling him to the side and down the tunnel checking for any major injuries. They had moved so fast it didn’t register to y/n that they were halfway to the locker room already.

“No, I want y/n! Please!“ Vince shouted. Y/n snapping out of her frozen stance she followed the physician down the tunnel and into the locker room where she heard him shouting. As she turned the corner she immediately went for gloves and gauze. Throwing her hair up in a bun the physician was explaining what she needed to do, he had his hands full with this game, she was happy to help but still in shock that Vince was the one she was tending to. “No concussion, but we need the cut on his lip and cheek cleaned up and check his teeth for any other bleeding. He’ll return for the 3rd period. When you’re done with him send him where the rest of the team is. Oh and check his shoulder too, he took a nasty hit.”

“Yep. Got it” she said as she was washing her hands and putting gloves on to look at his face. As she stepped in front of Vince she grabbed his face gently making him look at her, still in shock over what she had witnessed. Yes she knew hockey was a violent sport. Yes she knew there were lots of injuries. But seeing Vince get hurt and in a fight was something she wasn’t prepared for. He was breathing hard, still pissed off about the call and the fight. But as soon as y/n was in front of him he felt better. She was explaining what she was doing, and asking permission to clean him up. He wasn’t listening, he knew she had to do that for her job. He leaned forward and just hugged her waist, leaning his head into her side, not saying anything. His breathing still heavy but starting to even out.

“Vince, I need to clean that cut,” y/n sighed.

“Y/n please. I need to calm down. Just—Please.” He was wound up, he tried to keep his voice level, not wanting her to hear him yell. So she let him, his sweat and probably blood going on her shirt. She just stood there and rubbed his back, well she tried to rub his back. It was hard with all the pads and gear on. After about 5 minutes of him just hugging her he finally pulled away. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at him, he nodded to her and she started looking at his injuries. He never looked away from her face. He notices the grey swirls in her eyes, she was holding back tears, the long black lashes, the freckles lightly dotting across her nose.

The cuts weren’t bad, and his shoulder was fine. Relief flooded her, when she was done she took her gloves off and threw everything away, “Vince, are you ok” she said looking at him. He was already looking at her.

“I’m ok” he breathed out “thank you baby girl.” He stood up and kissed her on the forehead, letting his lips stay there for a second longer than he should have, and walked to where the rest of his team was. She let out a huge sigh and sat down. After a minute she walked back to the bench for the last period.

The game ended in overtime with the Kraken winning. Y/n was charting and filling out paperwork when the team was finishing up post game interviews and showers. Vince walked around the corner to meet y/n by the team parking, and they walked together to his car. Once in the car Vince’s hand soon found its way to y/ns thigh, still needing some sort of comfort from her, she set her hand on top of his and intertwined their fingers. They said nothing the entire way home. Not even as he grabbed her hand and walked past her door straight to his apartment. It was rare that he was this quiet after games. They always fell so easy into conversations, but she didn’t dare speak first this time. She sat on the couch as he went into his room to change. After a few minutes he came out and handed her one of his old shirts, she walked to the bathroom to change. She grinned once she saw it was her favorite shirt of his, a very worn out hockey shirt from when he played for the Icedogs in his OHL days. It fell to her mid thigh, which was fine, she normally wore boy short underwear so she wasn’t super uncomfortable in just the shirt.

As she walked out of the bathroom she saw him in the kitchen. His sweatpants hanging low on his hips. She could see the tension in his back muscles still. She walked up to him and just hugged him from behind, even though he towered over her. He turned around and lifted her up to where she was sitting on the counter and his hands were on either side of her legs. They stared at each other for a minute. Y/n reached out to brush his curls off his forehead. He leaned into her touch and as she went to grab the side of his face he grabbed her hand a kissed the back of it.

“Y/n. I am sorry for what happened earlier.”

“Vince, I’ve seen you fight before it’s not a big deal, I just panicked for a second when I saw that you were the one hurt, and with everyone screaming that loud in there I just shut down.“

“ No, let me finish please.” He sighed, “it’s not that. I—fuck. He made a comment about you and it set me off. Y/n you give me a sense of calm that I’ve never had before. I’m pretty hotheaded and get worked up pretty easy out there. You’re the only thing that can calm me down, and that terrifies me. Every time I’m around you I just feel peace, and comfort. I’m not sure how to explain it, and I know it sounds dumb but I just need you to stay with me.”

“Vince I’m not leaving, you make me feel the same. I’m not sure when it happened for me either but everything is easy with you. I don’t want it to stop” Y/n said.

“Can we go to bed then? Just relax for the night?” Vince looked at her.

“Yes.”

[anarcoqueer1994]

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3

He felt bad for lying to Wayne; he technically had no plans with Robin, but he could no longer sit there and face Eddie. Robin was closing at Family Video that night so they hadn't planned to hang out, but Steve found himself instinctively driving to the store, needing to see his best friend.

He was conflicted, confused. On one hand, he was angry and hurt, and wanted to just forget he ever loved Eddie. Eddie hadn't trusted him enough not to hurt him, not to break his heart. Everything they had was just a waste of time. But on the other hand, he knew Eddie wasn't a bad guy. He was sweet, and funny, and brave, risking his life for all of them. And Steve had been so scared when he thought Eddie was going to die.

Eddie was also the first person to care about him just as he was, not because of what he could do for him. That day in the woods, when Eddie asked if Steve was okay, when he took the time to talk to him: it was the first time Steve felt truly seen. And Eddie showed him who he was, too. He let Steve see his passion, his eccentricities, and his vulnerabilities. He felt like they truly connected. Eddie was his first love, and regardless of what his brain wants, he is still in love with him.

That's why everything hurts so much. Eddie told him he still loved him moments before confessing that he thought Steve would break his heart. It's not fair. Why did Eddie need to give him the hope... the knowledge that there can still be something there, just before revealing his devastating secret?

What's worse is that Steve is angry at himself. For a couple years after they broke up, he was that asshole. He leaned into it. He became what everyone thought he would be. So in a fucked up way, he proved Eddie right. But to be honest, he was always trying to recapture that love he felt with Eddie. Nancy was close but by the time he was with her, he really was that asshole and she called their love bullshit too.

And he worked hard since, to grow, to let himself go back to being the good guy he knew he could be, the good guy he thought Eddie had seen. But now he isn't sure. Did Eddie ever see the real him, or just what everyone else saw?

Was he just being a hypocrite? Eddie was apologizing for a dumb mistake he made when they were younger. Steve has made plenty of mistakes that he has been able to apologize for, so why is he mad at Eddie? Maybe it was because he just found out? It's just new info, he tries to rationalize his feelings.

But in reality, he is just heartbroken. Nothing is rational in this. "Fuck..." He says to himself as he pulls into the parking lot, wiping away the silent tears that had been falling since he left the trailer. He looks in the mirror, fixing his face, trying not to look like some pathetic heartbreak when he walks in.

But it does not matter, because the moment Robin sees him, she knows. She can tell Steve was hurt; knows what his face looks like when he is trying to hide the pain.

Unfortunately for him, though, she is not alone. Dustin happened to be in the store, looking through the movies. And Dustin could be just as perceptive(and protective) as Robin.

So it isn't long before both of them had ushered Steve back behind the counter, trying to find out if he was alright, what happened.

"Did something happen at Eddie’s?" Dustin asks, everyone aware Steve spends his time over there helping out. "Is Eddie alright? Are you alright?"

Steve tries to keep his voice even. "Yea, man. Eddie is fine, I'm fine. We are both fine. It's no big deal. Just in a weird mood." He lies. He isn't even sure why he came here. Yea, they both know he's bi, but Eddie hasn't come out to them. He can't tell them what happened. But honestly, he just doesn't want to be alone e right now.

Robin skeptically puts her hand on her hip. "So nothing happened.. at all?"

"Yeah, Robs. Nothing happened. Just wanted to hang out with my favorite person. And this butthead, apparently." He jokes trying to lighten the mood.

Robin and Dustin silently look at each other, agreeing that Steve is lying. But neither of them push. They just hang out at the store together, until Robin closes. But both can tell Steve is off the rest of the night, no matter how happy he was trying to be. They could see that he looked like a sheet of glass that was ready to crack at any moment. He was holding something back, trying not to shatter in front of them. It was unnerving almost.

And that night, no sooner had Steve dropped them both off, Dustin is calling Robin, both of them formulating a plan. As for Steve, he finds himself silently crying into his dark, empty house until he falls asleep alone on his couch.

~~

"What are you guys doing here? It's like 9am." Eddie says sleepily, trying to sound like they woke him up, even if that wasn't true. He had been up all night thinking about what happened yesterday, Steve's face when he left replaying in his head.

"What the hell did you do to Steve?" Dustin says in reply, pushing himself in with Robin following, shooting daggers Eddie’s way as they pass.

"Come on in, I guess..." Eddie mumbles as he shuts the door and turns his attention to the two people sitting on the couch. He makes his way to Wayne's chair.

"Now, what are you talking about, Henderson?" Eddie plays dumb, not sure what he should say.

"Eddie," Robin starts, slightly less aggressive, but her anger is there, nonetheless. "We know something happened between you and Steve yesterday. What did you do?"

"How do you know I did anything?" Eddie tries to deflect.

Unfortunately for him, Robin and Dustin had formed their own theories. Namely, they assumed Steve had a crush on Eddie. Both of them had seen the way Steve would look at Eddie over the past few months, and since Steve never mentioned his past with Eddie, that's what they were left to assume. So they thought maybe Eddie was less then kind in his rejection of Steve. "Come on, something had to have happened," Dustin pushes.

"He looked like a mess yesterday. What did you say to him?" Robin continues, her need to protect Steve showing.

Eddie assumes by the way they are talking that Steve must have told them about he and Steve's past, even is he didn’t tell them the specifics of yesterday. He lets out a sigh, relenting.

"He wanted to talk about why I broke up with him out of nowhere, and I told him. And I know it hurt him, and I felt horrible because, like, I still love him, you know?" He starts to ramble before noticing both Robin and Dustin staring with wide eyes. In that moment, he knows he said too much.

"Wait, wait wait. When did you and Steve date?" Robin asked incredulously.

"Why hasn't Steve said anything?!" Dustin adds.

"Oh shit, you two didn't know?" Eddie asks, as the realization that he misunderstood what they were getting at. It hits him that years ago, when he told Steve not to tell anyone, that it wouldn't be good, Steve took that to heart. He kept his promise even after they broke up, even all these years later.

It's another reminder of how good Steve is to him and how much he loves him. And it hurts because he wants him back so much. Steve was... is his soulmate. He has been living with this silent regret for years. But with Steve thrust back into his life, he can not ignore his feelings. Steve had been the one to tell him he wasn’t a freak, that he liked that Eddie was passionate and different, that he liked when he stood up for himself, and would welcome other kids that others might not. Steve had been proving to him every single day that he would never hurt Eddie, that his love was real. And Eddie let his own ego ruin everything.

With confirmation that Robin and Dustin did not, in fact, know about them, Eddie was forced to tell them everything. He already opened that can of worms, and there was no use trying to back petal. When he finishes filling them in on everything, Dustin is the first to speak. "Oh, so you're an idiot?"

Eddie covers his face, pushing his palms into his eyes until he sees spots, sighing. "Yes, Henderson. I think we have established that."

Robin looks more sympathetic. "Ed, does Steve know you want hum back?"

"Yea, I think. I told him I still loved him yesterday, but you see how he was. I really hurt him, Robs." Eddie says sadly.

"I mean, you definitely did." Dustin points out. "But, would he be this hurt if he still didn't, I don't know, have feelings for you?"

The thought hadn’t crossed Eddie’s mind. Obviously, Steve must have felt something to still care, right? "I don’t know. Even if he still wants me, I don't know how I am supposed to prove I won't hurt him like I did before."

"Okay, answer me one question." Robin chimes in. "Do you swear to never hurt Steve again?" She sounds dead serious.

"Yes, of course. I love him. I promise." Eddie sounds so sincere, so desperate.

"Okay. You better keep that promise." Robin leans in seriously. "Because if you don't," her voice gets lower, " I know where Nancy keeps the guns. " Dustin nods his head in agreement.

A shiver goes down Eddie's spine. Despite now being terrified of Robin, it kind of makes him love them both more. These two would do anything to protect Steve, even from him. "Absolutely." He stutters out.

"Okay. " She agrees. "So Steve, for as cool as that dingus thinks he is, he is also a giant romantic. It's actually pretty lame." She teases. Dustin snickers at the expense of the boy that is like his big brother.

"So like what, a fancy dinner or something?" Eddie asks, completely out of his depths when it comes to romance. When they were younger, his love language was bringing Steve cool rocks and items he found. He wonders if Steve still has them. (He does in a box under his bed)

"No, that's too basic. Like do some grand romantic gesture like in the movies." Robin suggests.

"Like what?" Eddie still feels clueless.

Dustin even sighs at the hopelessness of Eddie. "Come on, man. Don't you have something that's special to just you two? It can even be embarrassing." Dustin knows the experience because of his and Susie's own little embarrassing obsession with the NeverEnding Story.

"I mean... there is something..." Eddie thinks back to their first date after they first hung out in the woods. They watched Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory in Steve’s living room, covered in blankets, cuddling. Steve told him that night it was of his favorite, but swore him to secrecy, too embarrassed to let anyone know he still like some kid's movie. People like Tommy would never let him live it down. But he shared with Eddie that growing up, whenever he was alone, he could pretend he was in the world of the movie instead, he could pretend he had a family that loved him like Charlie. He loved the bright colors and weirdness of it all. And at the end of the night, as he held Eddie close and kissed him, he told him that now the movie is tied to a memory of his favorite person. Eddie remembers wanting to take Steve away from his shitty parents to that magical world.

That gives him an idea of how to win back Steve. It's going to be cheesy and sweet, and he hopes Steve loves it. He, with the help of Robin and Dustin, spends the rest of the day preparing and planning.

~~

It has been two days since Steve has had to face Eddie. He wants to continue to wallow in self-pity alone in his house but knows Wayne works tonight, so he has to head to the trailer to help watch out for Eddie. Luckily for him, soon Eddie won't need his help, and he won't have to face him anymore. But today is not that day, so he reluctantly gets dressed and heads over. When he gets there, though, he finds a note taped to the front door.

Stevie- Meet me at our spot in the woods -- please? -Eddie

The handwriting looks practiced like Eddie was trying his best to write legibly, not always his strong point. Steve is once again conflicted. Part of him wants to ignore the note. If Eddie isn't here, he mine as well go home. But another part of him was curious over whatever Eddie had planned. Even if Eddie hurt him, he still doesn't want to let Eddie down by not showing up. So maybe against his better judgment, he finds himself walking out into the woods behind the trailer park.

As he gets closer to the spot they both talked... and kissed for the first time all those years ago, he hears music coming from the clearing. It's an acoustic guitar strumming a song he knows he has heard before. It takes him a second to realize, the tune being strummed was Pure Imagination, and as he stepped closer, he could see it was Eddie who was playing.

But there was more. Taped to the trees were giant paper lollipops, hanging from the branches were cut outs of candy, there were giant chocolate bars, and bunblegum and honestly it looked like the work of a small child trying to recreate Candyland. But it was adorable, and despite himself, Steve finds himself smiling, as Eddie walks towards him, serenading him with Pure Imagination. Steve still has his guard up though.

When Eddie stops playing, he is right in front of Steve. He gives him a nervous smile. "What do you think, Stevie?"

"I, um, am confused. What is all this?" Steve asks.

"It's a grand romantic gesture or something." Eddie says, suddenly getting feeling self-conscious that this was dumb. He pulls his hair in front of his mouth, a nervous habit to try and hide his anxiety.

Steve lets out a little laugh at the absurdness of this all and Eddie crumbles thinking the worse. "Oh my God, this was dumb. I shouldn't have listened to Robin and Dustin."

Eddie walks backward, taking the guitar off but is suddenly stopped by a soft grasp around his wrist. "Eds, it wasn’t dumb. I love it. I just don't understand why."

"Because Steve, I wanted to get you back, and Robin and Dustin came by and I accidentally told them." He rambles. "And they said to do some romantic gesture. So I thought about our first real date and how you told me you loved this movie. And I just..." He tilts his head away, scared to meet Steve's eyes, "just want to show you that I will never hurt you again. I just miss us...I miss you, sweetheart."

There is a lot for Steve to unpack there, the least of which is that he, Robin, and Dustin are going to need to talk. But right now all he can focus on is the way he wants to melt into Eddie’s touch. This is all so sweet. "Look at me, Eddie." And deven though he was unsure, Edsie met Steve's eyes. "You did all of this, just to say sorry and get me back?" Steve feels tears forming in eyes. This is probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for him.

"I would crawl back into the Upside-Down and face every weird bat if it would prove to you that I love you, princess. Breaking up with you was the worst thing I ever did. I am so so sorry. And if you let me, I will work on proving every single day that you are it for me. Because I never stopped loving you." Eddie says gently. It sounds sappy and he knows it, but something about Steve Harrington had him wanting to be disgustingly sweet. Always has.

Steve steps closer, taking Eddie’s other hand in his. "I never stopped loving you either, Eds. You really broke my heart that day, you know? And I spent all this time trying to hate you because it hurt too much to admit that I was still in love with you. But I could never hate you. And then you almost died, and it felt like a piece of me was going to die too. I don't know what it is. You are under my skin, I guess. And fuck, if you are willing to try, so am I. I love you, so so much. Just promise me you won't hurt me, I can't handle that again." Steve says softly, like they are in their own special world and if he spoke any louder, everything would crash around them.

Even without the threat of violence on Robin’s part, Eddie knew it would be his life's mission to never hurt Steve again, to never give Steve a reason to shed another sad tear over him. Without hesitatation, he whispers "I promise."

And just like that, Steve is leaning in smiling as he kisses Eddie’s lips. It feels like years of mutual pining and happiness over what is finally in front of them all wrapped up in one kiss. They fall to the forest floor, wrapped up in each other’s arms. They stay in the clearing the rest of the day. Eddie(with the suggestion of Robin) packed a picnic, and they stayed out until nightfall. As they head back to Eddie’s trailer for the night, Eddie pulls out a pretty little rock he found earlier that reminded him of Steve.

Steve takes it as Eddie smiles, and slips it into his own pocket. "I love it, Eddie. I'll put it with the rest.

Thanks everyone for reading! Sorry for all the angst! I hope the ending is alright :) I appreciate everyone for reading

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[starheirxero]

I AM RUNNING UP MY WALLS, AND BITING MY CEILING-

SAMS AND LAES IS SO !!!/POS- I AM SCREAMING, KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING LIKE A MADMAN-

MOON IS SLOWLY SINKING DEEPER AND DEEPER INTO THE HOLE HE DUG HIMSELF-

He's becoming more and more violent. Don't get me wrong, he has already grabbed people by the throat and threatened them, but now? I think, it's becoming worse.

He fucking broke Eclipse's fingers as a "warning"! He also comes off as a lot more controlling! Both through his need to control Earth, not wanting her to have any type of relationship with Eclipse, and actively putting drones around to spy on his family!

He threatened Jack of all people, and is lashing out at anyone and anything now!

And that doesn't even touch on the hallucinations…. By God, this Solar sounds so broken. He sounds like he is mourning a brother long gone, because Moon can't turn around now.

He can't take back what he said. He won't stop what he's doing.

More so, Solar sounds guilty, like he is blaming himself for the path Moon has chosen!

His family is also very much done. Their heart-to-heart was wonderful! It was heartful, and truly shows how far they've come! But by god, it also shows what Moon is willing to lose.

Speaking of which? Considering the things we've got from MGAF, and Lunar's confession of wanting to talk to Moon, I think something really bad is about to happen-

I think, Moon will go too far, and hurt Lunar. Except it won't make him stop, but push him further.

Things will probably get worse from here-

Speaking of worse-

FUCKING TAURUS IS COMING- IM SO EXCITED, I REALLY WANT TO MEET THE OTHER ASTRALS!!

HE IS GOING TO BE SUCH A CUNT, AND I'M GOING TO LOVE HIM FOR IT-

-Stardust

YEYAYEYSYEYSYES EVERYTHING YOU SAID YES YES YES!!!!!!

Moon has been making me more and more shocked and baffled with every passing day!! I expected some manhandling and threats but ACTUALLY HURTING ECLIPSE??? THAT WAS WILD 2 ME. HE GAVE NO FUCKS.!!! AND WITH JACK TOO, I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER IF HE REALLY WOULD HAVE HURT JACK ALL THE SAME... AND WHAT THAT MEANS FOR LUNAR </3

AND SOLARRRRR YEA YEA he always sounds so betrayed or heartbroken now and it fucks me UPPP 😭 Guilty is definitely a good way to describe it... and the sweet family moments aoauagah softness amidst it all. bursts into tears

AND THE TAURUS SWAG YEAAHAJAGAJDH I'VE BEEN HYPED ABOUT IT SINCE YESTERDAY U HAVE NO IDEA LMAO 🙏

AND ALL OF YOUR ECLIPSE AND LUNAR THOUGHTS. YEA!!!!!!

I was literally overjoyed to see them interact again and yesyesyes exactly like u said, there's so much tension!! They've both come to,,, not a middle ground, but they've found a lot more neutrality than before and it's so wildly fascinating watching them navigate each other now!!

Your point about them cutting short any reasons to talk longer is especially yeah. Like, they tolerate each other just enough to be having the conversation At All, but any care for the more personal aspects are completely discarded. I don't know how else to put it, it just intrigues me so muchh!!! <3<3<3

[jina-juhi]

the possibility of us.

pairing - yuta × female reader

word count - 7.7k

warnings - Panic attack (i tried to keep it short) penetration, protected sex, grinding, corruption kink, yuta is not angry and dom, controlling, over stim if i can say so? oral ( both receiving ) and literally everything that comes w this. choking!!!! yea. heh.

summary - You promised yourself you wouldn't fall for him, and you thought he could never fall for a girl like you. There was no way you both could be together, and even if there was one, your past wouldn't let you.

playlist

"eyes off you" - prettymuch

"phases" - prettymuch

"under the influence" - chris brown

"slow down" - chase atlantic

"show me" - black atlass

"safety net" - ariana grande

"used to this" - camila cabello

"chills, dark version" - mickey vallen

"3:00 am" - finding hope

"no guidance" - chris brown ft drake

Authors note:- so this whole thing is someone's request and i have not done justice to it. But here i am still hoping that they like it. I wrote like a whole seed to tree thing but it all got deleted and then I just left it to where my mind led me. I swear im working hard on my English vocab and duh sentence forming skills, but i hope you get the feelings mentioned below~~~

also if u wanna like request something~

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so fucking loud.

The party was getting louder and overwhelming. You were quite alright just a few seconds back but it only takes a thought, to remember everything you want so badly to escape.

You danced like crazy, and drank. A lot. To forget. And now your head is hurting like hell and you don't know what to do or where to go, everything is spinning around and its all a blur. One thing that you could think of right now is your phone.

Searching your pocket and the couch you have been sitting on for so long, you can't find it. Its not lost its with Haewon, your friend. Sadly though your friend had to leave early due to some urgency, you thought it would be okay, you would manage but truly speaking, you're just a child. You try to be brave but being left alone is one of your biggest fears.

The fear kept building up since you were a kid and now it has settled in and made itself permanent in you. First it was your dad leaving you and your mom for a second family, then your mom in chase of her new life and then your so called first love who thought you were too fucked up to be loved. Leaving you like you were a crumbled up piece of paper ready to be dumped. Since then, you have not loved.

Not because you forgot, but because you're sacred.

You're scared everyone would leave you just like them and in the end, they'll move on, they'll live better but you're gonna be wounded. Trust me, you're already wounded enough to go out there and put a knife in your chest with your own hands. You know better or so you may think. That being alone, and not letting anyone in is the key to overcome this but truly, it is just making it worse. You can't help it.

You stumble on your way out of the once filled room with sweaty bodies, heels in one hands and a bottle of water in another. Your legs hurt more with every step you take, mentally cursing yourself for going absolutely reckless. You stand leaning against the main gate, supporting yourself so you don't fall in the wait of a cab.

You watch as tired bodies pass you by one by one. Everybody having someone to lean on to, you have a door. Not complaining but it feels sad sometimes not to have that one person who's always gonna stick by your side and other deep shit. It gets lonely. Fiddling with the hem of your dress, you give up on waiting, shifting your wait from the gate to your feet, you start to walk in the direction of your home, finding it hard because of all the alcohol.

Not even two steps forward, you hear a faint voice calling your name, a voice you would recognise even after your death, a voice that could send you into overdrive in a mere millisecond. You find yourself panicking, why is he calling your name, he shouldn't be calling your name. He's supposed to be the mean guy like everybody says but he's good to you, he's supposed to be cold hearted but he's kind to you, he's supposed to ignore you like he does everybody else, but he treats you different.

Nakamoto Yuta is not supposed to know you.

But he does, and that's what got you falling for him. Hard. It began with a single look in the hallway, you were a fresher and he was in the senior year. You weren't allowed in the library back then which you didn't knew, so you went in to issue some books. A bunch of seniors saw you, scolded you for not abiding by the rules, they could have gone too far but Yuta kinda saved your ass in there. He'd been kind, which was very unlikely of him because they all called him cold-hearted, but you saw no such characters in him, he'd always been nice to you. No matter how much you refused you did had a minute crush on him since that day, which eventually turned in something you'd rather not give a name to.

You turn around to see a very familiar face, you could draw an exact replica of him with your eyes closed. You fumble, he hands are firmly griping you by your arms, holding you upright, "you okay?"

On usual days, if Yuta is taking the first floor hallway to get to his class, you'd take the third floor even if it means you'll be late by five. But on some very rare unusual day, when your hormones decide to throw random tantrums and make you realise how much dry of a pussy cat you have, you'd take the same hallway 0as he does in order to feed your brain with his mere looks alone, which would be enough for the next 5 to 6 days so you could go back on avoiding him, for the sake of your sanity.

Today, most probably was a usual day. Throughout the party, you made sure to not cross paths with him but always keeping in check as to where he was. He looked drop dead gorgeous today in that white tshirt of his, loose hair falling over his face blocking your sight of view but adding up to his perfection. Maybe, just maybe you might have been too obvious with that watching from afar game of yours you think he didn't notice but he does. He knows, he always has known. Boys like him, they always know.

"I just wanna go home." Your voice comes out tired and slurred, the alcohol in your system is probably damaging your sense of judgement, you're saying things you're not supposed to be saying.

"It isn't safe for you to go alone." His voice could make you fall to knees, yea that is the amount of power he holds on you. If he says your name one more time with that pretty mouth of his, you'd be curling into a ball and stay like that for the rest of your life because it would save you from the embarrassment of facing him with your red flushed face and needy eyes. Yes, you're a sucker for him and you don't like it. It's not about him it's about you. How could you risk everything again for just a crush. He's not just a crush. And what about the too fucked to be loved part? What if thats true? You can't risk losing Yuta.

"I'll tak- a cab or somethin you don't have to." Sitting in the same car, having him around you when you're drunk and could literally say anything is not a safe option, safer than going alone though but, it's just too much of a risk. He doesn't give you much choice when he says he's gonna drive you home and you're gonna be quite and let him. All those moments in which it was only him and you alone, all the amount of tension in the air there was is playing on repeat in your mind right now. What could possibly go wrong right? Nothing really went wrong before, but you also weren't drunk.

He takes you to his car, walking beside you still holding you tight. You didn't say but your stomach keeps hurting from time to time, probably from all the drinking you think. Opening the door for you he seats you in, placing his hand on your head carefully so you don't bump your head in the process.

You wait for him to come inside the car, hearts already beating fast. Don't know why but the alcohol has somehow made you more hornier and confident than before, especially him touching you played a major part it in. I mean your allowed to have a crush right, and even though you don't really want someone in your life right now you too want some, need some. How many days can you go without being touched? is two year a normal number?

"Put your seatbelts on." You were too disoriented to understand and implement, he repeats. "Oh!" You try to pull the seatbelt down, its stuck. Or maybe you're just weak. He notices you struggling. What happens next is not the first time, he does things like these often that do some unexplainable things to you. He would randomly place his hands on your shoulder in the middle of nowhere making you jump out of your skin, or rub his thumb against the back of your hand when you're having coffee with him. Play with the long strands of your hair, tangling then detangling them. Eyes contacts were definitely his thing, he's eyes would never leave yours during a conversation no matter how small or big, it made you hard to look at him and hold his gaze. These were some of those moments you couldn't get over even after trying hard.

This guy would be the cause of your death. All happens in one sudden move, he loosens his seatbelt, leaning over you extending his hand to reach the seatbelt that seemed to be really stuck, which he could have managed to pull from afar but no, he had to come close. Goosebumps from his wild eyes form on your skin when they watch you, like undressing you. Up and down and around. Biting and wetting his lips unnecessarily just to turn you on. You, on the other went stiff, for you it was like some one had pushed the pause button because every second felt so heavy, the weight of his gaze was so hard you felt your lungs crushing under the pressure. You could literally listen to your heart thumping in your ears like some one was playing a boombox on maximum volume. Afraid to take your eyes off of him, you just stare blankly at him, though that blank expression was more of a wanting one.

He knows what he's doing, the little curl on his lips showed that, and he knows the effect it has on you so he always over exaggerates everything that he does. You never stopping him is his motivation.

"Dumb girl" he mouths and secures your seatbelt. You gulp hard and release the breath you were holding in. Before you could register what had just happened, his hand was reaching for your forehead with a tissue. "You sure you good? you sweating like crazy!" poking his tongue he hands you the napkin, you pretend wipe your face, actually cursing him making you sweat like this. The ac is not broken, its his fault.

Its so fucking complicated it's like you've got this big crush which isn't even a crush anymore, and it is him who turned it into real damn feelings that you don't want. You know you're better off without him, without the feelings part. You're not ready for him. You'll never be. You know it still you always fall for him, even when you don't want to, even when you know someone's gonna get hurt in the end. It must be something that he said that got you off track. That got you thinking shit and feeling shit, you just can't ignore that anymore. A year is a long time to pretend that you absolutely do not adore Yuta. Its getting harder to pretend.

You crave him.

You need him.

You want him.

but no.

You're saying it as if he wants you too. The possibility of him falling for you is as rare as finding a galaxy in the night sky with naked eyes. Impossible. He's got high standards or maybe you're just not his type. He may play round and about but it's just a play. Not reality. And you've come to peace with that. You're not gonna try, you're not putting your heart at stake but if you do, just in case, there's no way you're gonna have your heart broken because after doing all the math and physics, the probable occurrence of this event called 'us' is zero, even after considering all the factors affecting.

There is a chance, but you wouldn't take it.

But even the greatest of the greatest laws have exceptions, don't they? Not everything can be calculated or predecided. Now who knew a day like today would come in which the drunk you would be driven home by a totally sober Yuta, and the very science that you thought was denying the possibility of you both being together is giving you an unforeseen factor that could change the whole equation, alchol. And alcohol, as we all know is a bitch.

Miserable looking you was sat on the passenger seat, hair tousled, body covered with sweat that glistened whenever light fell on it, lips dry and eyes tired. Though the heat you feel is undeniable, you try to not give in and have some sense of control over your mind that's floating in the pool of hormones mixed with alcohol right now. Pushing your hair back, you look out of the window, chasing the street lamps, counting them to keep you distracted. Clearing your mind, trying not to think anything. Not to feel anything, but the ache in the pit of your abdomen is growing with passing time. You see yuta roll down the window, his hair swiftly swaying with the breeze, what a sight to be witnessed, enough to distract you from your chosen distraction. Allowing yourself to calm down letting go of all the blood rush from before, you take a deep breath, sleep kind of taking over your body but the pain isn't allowing you to. Feeling even more uneasy, you shift a little in your seat pushing the feeling away. You try and concentrate on the moving landscapes, breathing deeply.

Yuta has been noticing you. Hes certain of what's bout to happen. He doesn't panic, he must have had the experience. He lets you take your time. Breathing helps for some time more, but doesn't prevent it. You have to throw up, "Can y- stop the car?"

In a minute, Yuta pulls over and you're out on the street seated by the footpath trying to empty your stomach. Yuta was seated by your side patiently with a water bottle in his hand, rubbing your back in sweet circular motion, and holding your hair back. "It doesn't wanna come out!"

You complain in a broken tone. "Who told you to drink that much when you can't handle it?" he says side eyeing you.

"It's hurting"

"Drink some water" And before you could, you were already throwing up. He calm you down, never once leaving your side, holding your hair back, he knows you're weak especially right now.

Cleaning up you pout, "I was feeling good"

"Now you're not, dumbass."

"Why do you always call me dumbass." you fake cry, more like dunk cry.

"Because you're too cute." He half chuckles.

"I don't wanna be cute." You snap at him. "I wanna be hot!" This makes him laugh. "And i wanna be cool and i wanna be free and i wanna be different and confident and happy and not dumb. I'm not dumb, though i like it when you call me dumb, but im not im not dumb!!"

He looks at you, amused, brows up like a puppy, smiling like a child at this new face of yours that, that he doesn't quite know how to describe it, but is adorable. "You don't talk this much when you're sober, you should drink often."

"And throw up like this every time."

"Yea maybe, it would be an our thing"

"An our thing?! Oh and i don't talk? you don't talk!"

"I don't because you don't, and i respect that."

"I- I don't? i do, i want to."

"What stops you then?" You think.

"Yuta." and you chuckle. "He makes me nervous."

His eyebrows furrowed for a second after suddenly listening to his name from your mouth. Conten and eager to know more, "Why?"

You sigh loudly, hiding your face in your hands, "It's hard to explain you know? It so fucking hard-!" by getting to the end of the sentence you actually break down into tears. Yuta sees this, suddenly extra concerned about your situation, he takes your face in his hands, cupping it, making you look at him. He has a soft expression on his face, a kind one. "hey there, don't cry, it's okay." he coos, wiping a tear away.

You sob a few times in his arms, trying to catch a breath. You don't know why and what you're saying, but it just flows out of your mouth, "I like him, i think i do, like so fuxking much. And it's sad because I don't think he likes me back, like why would he and even if he does, it's not gonna change the fact that im too fucked up to be loved."

He frowns, disappointed in you. Looking deep in your eyes, you try to hide away from him,"You're not girl. Look at me! you are capable of being loved"

"I don't think so. Even if i am, why will he ever like a girl like me!" You say blandly.

"What if he does?"

"You think he likes me?"

"All you need to do is ask."

"Why can't he!?" His hand leaves your face, wiping your fallen tears. Making you drink a little water with his hands, he slowly says, "what if he's afraid he would scare you away?"

You're tired eyes look into his bright one, searching for meanings you couldn't find. He helps you up, now that you've been feeling better than before. "Not if he holds me tight enough." Yuta doesn't reply to this rather his eyes glint, as if he was satisfied with your answer. As if he knew what to do now. He makes you seat in his care again, securing you with the seatbelt, too tired to even move your finger you let him guide you home.

Soon enough you were standing in front of your apartment, staring at the locked door and then staring at each other, "I'm sorry." you apologise because apparently, you lost the keys and no they're not with Haewon. "It's okay lets just go to my apartment." You nod your head, tip toeing behind him like a child, on the stares he lets you walk by yourself but watches out for you. In the car he gives you a bottle of electrolytes to sip on. In the lift of his apartment he practically have to carry your weight because your legs gave up walking and your brain stoped working.

_______

Wet kisses were planted down your spine, leaving a tinglish feeling behind. With every kiss your breath hitched a little more, eyes squeezed even harder. He plants a kiss at the bottom of your bare back. You arch your back, rolling your head back in pleasure. He stands up behind you, your knuckles turn whiter. He grips your hair in his fist, pushing your head back further enough to plant a small kiss on your forehead, then releasing the grip. Holding back a moan, you let a short breath out. Seeing your efforts at holding your moans back, he lands his palm flat against your clothed ass making you fall ahead on the counter. Smacking it hard again, making you yelp in pleasure, the sound echoes in his small bathroom. "Let me hear that sweet voice of yours baby." His voice calling you baby makes you dizzy, a whine leaves your lips without your permission, but on his command. Anything he wants you would do. Rubbing and groping your ass cheek he pulls you a little up by your hair, making you stand straight. He bites and nips at your earlobe. With his one hand squeezing your ass and his lips occupied by your ear, his other hands creeps it's way in front of you, dipping lower and lower until it cups your pussy, applying only slight pressure on your throbbing, untouched clit with his middle finger, just enough to take you over the edge. His hand is so big. He taps it, feather touches only. Once, twice and he continues slowly with long intervals in between the taps, leaving maroon marks on your shoulder. He only plays with you to make you wetter so you could take his dick, he's not letting you cum just yet, you deserve more, you deserve his dick and you deserve a grand climax, because you're his. Without much efforts he pushes you flat against the counter top, carefully though, he doesn't wanna hurt you. Delivering you pleasure is his only motive, and he does just that when he pulls your underwear down enough to expose your ass to him. You wiggle it a little in anticipation, and he gives in to your plea, after all it would be his pleasure to serve you. He greets you with a spank. And then another spank followed by intervals of him easing the pain and rubbing your ass cheeks untill you voice came out louder than the sound of his hand meeting your flesh. And in a blink of an eye your panty was slid all the way down and his thick girthy cock was being shoved in your already dripping aching hole. He was showing no mercy, fucking in and out of you at a demonic pace, looking like an angel! His long hair covering his face, slick because of sweat. He yanked you up with your hair causing you to scream out, still slamming in and out of you, this angle enabling him to go deeper. Sinfull voices getting louder and louder with every thrust, you hear him say your name, "y/n!" He sounds concerned. Furrowing your brows, "Yuta, don't stop!!" you whine as he slows down his pace.

Another loud call of your name forces you awake from your dream, panting heavily you adjust your vision to the lighting in the room. The first thing you see is Yutas face, concerned. Seeing him in your bedroom starled you, you hastily move back in defence, "what are you doing here" You question him in hoarse voice, your throat dry.

"It's my bedroom and you called my name. " he hands you a glass full of water, sitting by the bedside. That's when you realise the change in the intensity of light and the unfamiliarity of the duvet. Embarrassed, that you just dreamt of the guy sitting in front of you, you thank him for the water. You try to play the events of last night that might have led to this, nothing comes to your head. Its all a blank. You mind curse yourself, head hurting a little probably because of hangover. The second thing you notice is that the cloths you wore weren't yours, it was one of his black tshirts, as he owns many, and before you could look at him with an unquestionable question, "You were sober enough to change, I didn't." He answers. You relax your shoulders, sighing.

Just the very presence of him makes your head go into a never ending spiral. It was embarrassing looking like shit in front of him. You called my name, what the fuck. "Your head must be hurting?"

"Not really, I just need to take a shower." You say shaking your head confirming that you are alright.

He gets up.

You don't know what you did last night with him, or said but it feels like you pretty much fucked up in every way possible. You don't even know if the whole session was just a dream or you both actually really did something. You watch him uncover the curtains and opening the window so some fresh air could come in. He opens his cupboard taking out some pills, keeps them on the side table for you. Too busy thinking, you didn't hear whatever he said and watch him exit the room keeping a black tee on the chair.

whatever the fuck happened last night.

Taking the pills you went for a quick shower, wearing again one of his tshirt. Going in the another room, he already prepared lunch for you. You take the spoon in your hand, and it's some kind of soup. You smell it, the aroma filling you up. "You're not eating?"

"I am." he says sitting down beside you. You never knew he could cook, such a dream boy. You dip the spoon and circle it around in the bowl feeling anxious. "You talked quite a lot last night, you kno-" he bantered eyeing up playing with the spoon. Without a second thought you interjected, "What exactly did i say?" not looking at him.

"We have a lot of time to discuss that in detail, right now focus on eating." he poked, smirking. "Just tell if i said something offensive or you know, stupid I won't stay for long." Finally taking a sip of the soup while it's still hot. "Look outside, its raining." he says moving his head towards the window wanting you to look out. It indeed is raining, which means you will have to stay. 

"So now that you're staying, why not have some fun? You play video games?" he asked cheerfully.

"No." you deadpanned.

"I knew, we'll watch a movie then." You look at him blond eyes, he's goofing around again.

He made popcorns, everything was set in front of his decent sized tv. It was like he was being extra cautious about everything, thinking twice before saying or doing anything. You on the other hand were embarrassed and awkward as hell. God only knows what beans you spilled last night, the possible things you could have that are coming to your brains are extreme. Plus he's not even telling.

He kept a decent distance between you two when he sat down on his small sofa, it was a small sofa so the decent amount means close enough to feel him right next to you. The movie was playing but neither of you were paying any attention to it. If it wasn't for the presence of the other, you could have both said the rain was distracting. Already tired and even more tired after forcing yourself to concentrate on the movie when exactly you dozed off to wonderland you didn't remember. One loud roar of thunder startled you back to life, "It's okey, just a thunder, go back to sleep." His words come in a low register, whispered close to your ear his hot breath almost tingling. You shift comfortably on what felt like a lap, shooting your eyes open you realised the position you were in and quickly sat up murmuring sorrys and fucks while trying to hide yourself, "When did i sleep!?" you mumbled, rubbing your eye, in order to avoid his.

"Sleep again you look tired." he pointed out looking at you. As if it wasn't awkward enough already for you to sleep in his goddamn lap. You shake your head, "No its good." You grin at him. His eyes never leave your frame. You shift to the left putting as much distance possible in between. He notices it. "Do I make you nervous?" 

 fuck yes.

It was like the oxygen was taken away from you. You tried breathing but it was useless. So this is one of the manys of what happened last night. "I said that?" He looks at you, nodding his head lights. "And they say one doesn't lie when there drunk." raising an eyebrow. Pressing your lips together you turn your head to the tv, "Let's not talk abo-" he didn't let you finish, "Answer me." He turns off the tv causing you to frown, "Answer!" You roll your eyes looking away again, it's hard maintaining eye contact right now. "What do you wanna hear?" 

"Truth."

You look at him. For a minute nothing was spoken. You looked at him and he looked at you. And that was that. Many of the hardest one minutes of your life. You sigh out in defeat, giving up the eye game, he sits straight. "What else did i say last night?" 

"Just that." 

You laugh, "That can't possibly be true." 

"Then you already know what you might have said last night." Wetting your lips, looking out of the windows, rain pouring harder by every passing hour, things getting more and more awkward. You could either tell him everything, and expect him to not act on it and be awkward Or you can just ask him to pretend last night never happened and let everything be awkward for the rest of the lives, because theres no way things are going back to normal, as if they ever were. 

Clicking your tongue, "Will you drink hot chocolate?" The only way to avoid a conversation is a hot chocolate. It works most of the times. All you wanted to do was escape his vicinity.

You stand by the window in his small kitchen, rain drizzles over your face as it falls down, rainy seasons are gloomy, you think. Cold air rushes in leaving you cold and shivering, alone, in the middle of the darkness in this room with your thoughts which are way too louder than your capacity to hear. You don't know why but him knowing how you feel about him just complicates everything by a thousand fold. And what if he wants to be with you? What will you do then? Yes you like him but, you can't risk being in a relationship again. You've already lied to yourself everyday by believing that you'll not love him, but now you do. And the fact that last night will fuxk everything up between you two is saddening because you are going to say no and he will not be very appreciative.

If; he likes you back. 

You feel his presence behind you. Not too close but not too far. You call out his name, he confirms. After a moment you speak, "Yes you make me nervous." trying to speak loud and clear but you voice only manages to come out in whispers. You hear him cackle. "I know." His deep voice goes straight down to your core, leaving you weak in your knees, he's standing just behind you. You feel his breath on your ear making you hold your breath, not moving even one inch. How desperately you want his hands on you and how badly he wants to sqeeze you in his arms and tell you everything he's been keeping inside for so long. Only if you knew. Only if you saw his face right now, looked into his eyes. You would know he wants you too, he always has. Since the day he saw you on your first day he craved you. Every day being by your side wasn't enough but oh he was just so scared to lose you after being told everything you've been through by your batchmates. He figured your past won't allow you to. So he kept quite. Falling in love with you everytime you looked at him, everytime you smiled at himz shyed away from him. He fell in love with the way you lived and laughed and cried. Just like you fell for him. 

"Take a chance with me?" he spoke lowly, carefully. You turned around, facing him. Shaking your head no caused the tears to fall down that were building in your eyes. You kept shaking you head moving back untill your back touched wall. You sobbed, no you were practically crying like a child in front of him only it was on mute. He approaches you coming closer and closer it was like you lost your mind and your senses gave up on working. "I can't" you managed to speak aloud.

"Why?" he asks trying to stop your crying at the same time. Holding you by shoulders, gently stroking up and down, calming. "You don't know what happened." 

He lifts your tear stained face up by his fingers, making you look at him, "I'm willing to know." he pushes further, caging you between him and the wall. "And if I don't understand, make me!" it's hard to understand the expression on his face. He's sad but, he's also angry. And frustrated and hurt but at the same time, gentle and understanding and concerned. Hands moving to cup your face, "You want me to confess first right? I love you okay? I have ever since god know when. And i know you do too so why the fuck can't you just let go and let me!?" The last part he says through greeted teeth while punching the wall behind you, you jump out in fear, "Fuck Im sorry." he apologizes under his breath, realising he's being to harsh.

He moves in closer, connecting his forehead with yours, "I'm sorry." he breathes out heavily, he's crying. He's hurting. "I can't help but think of what we could be." You open your eyes to look at him, tilting your face up a little, closing in the gap even more. His eyes are tight shut. "I can't help but think about you." He opens his eyes to look into your dark ones, getting lost. You both breathe heavily, hearts beating at the same pace, passion shooting through your veins. He closes the inches left in between you too, both of you close your eyes, nose touching, breathing in the air only the other can provide. His lips linger close to yours, quivering, afraid to harm you. Afraid to scare you. Chest heaving up and down in synchrony, lips ready melt into each other, only a moment apart, only a touch apart, still apart.

He draws a sharp breath in moving away but only slightly. You look down, the tension in the air is so heavy it could crush your weight under it. Tears still falling down like a waterfall.

 "Please don't say no." he speaks in the quietness. You shook your head again, whispering "Don't cry." 

He wiped it as quickly as it fell. "I'm sorry" you say, trying to move past him, but he stops you holding your hand, making you turn around. Gripping you face with only one hand he crashes his lips on yours, you pause. You didn't try pulling away, not because his grip was too tight but you didn't wanted to. When you moved your lips, he moved his. He held you by your waist with his other arm. Making you dizzy, holding you close you could feel his beating heart against your chest. Head tilted to deepen the kiss, body crushing into each other like planets colliding, teeth clashing like two swords in a battlefield, hands roaming the bodies freely, holding on to each other like you were to lose them the very next second. He could taste your tears in his mouth. He could taste his life. It was beautiful, it was perfect. In that moment you felt you could let go of everything that was holding you back, you past didn't matter in that moment. You saw one chance, one possibility. 

Struggling to stand straight, he walks your over to the counter never leaving your lips. He slows it down, letting you breathe. Softly sucking your swollen lips. He takes your lower lip between his teeth, he bites it so hard you whince in pain, which only makes him lower his hands and squeeze your butt, pulling you lower body to meet his, grinding into each other, desperate for each other, not getting enough and wanting more and more. The visible bulge in his bottoms evidently hit the right spots, making you lose control, making you go wild and grind yourself into him too. The height difference makes it so much easier like his body was made keeping you in mind so you both could fit each other perfectly. His hands travel north, tangling your hair and pulling them down, which makes your head go back, exposing your neck to him. His lips leave yours, sucking in a new space found, leaving deep red marks, marking you as his.

It took one single thought to pull you out of it, again. You try to push him away, struggling at first, he backs off, and the moment he does you leave, "So you're going to ignore me now?" he says panting, making you stop and turn back. He looks at the red mark on your neck that he created. He chuckles, "Thats the plan? huh? Ain't gonna work." you're hurting him you know it. You turn around to leave, "You're gonna come back."

And you leave.

You just leave. 

And like that, 5 months pass. The day turns into night and night into day, you go to college and come back home then go to college again. You see him every day and he sees you everyday and like strangers you cross paths. He started a new job, you heard. You started having panic attacks, he heard.

Sit and stare out of the window, thinking of all that you could have done differently. You thought not being with him or anybody would make things alright. Being alone would make your head clear and a little less messed up and then maybe you can go out date freely without having to be afraid of what might go wrong. But it seems like it all backfired on you. Now you have one more thing to forget, one more thing to carry everyday.

You thought you would get better, but little did you know it was him who was making you better. You thought you would get over him but you really do love him. You can't get him out of your head and he's gone, you fucked it all up. You broke his heart which ended up breaking you too.

Sitting on the couch in the parties is the only thing you've been doing lately. How long can someone pretend that they're okay? A month? A year? You've been doing it since your childhood. You're tired of pretending and tired of hoping that it's all gonna get better. You can't even pretend anymore to be honest, it's evident you do that you miss him. You've been sitting here for 3 hours, just sitting not drinking. What if you get drunk? Who's gonna drive you home you have no one. He's here too. Not drinking. Not looking at you, not thinking about you, rather having fun actually. he moved on?

Why wouldn't he, why shouldn't he? It wasn't his fault. You're the only one to blame. He cried, he begged you to stay to not say no, but you didn't listen to him. Why should he wait on someone like you. You push all your hair to one side letting them cover your face in an attempt to hide from Yuta, you can't help but watch him closely, laughing and talking and everything, he's faking it. You know him this much to know which smiles he is faking. And suddenly he is looking at you. Earnestly. 4 minutes of intense gaze and then you give up. Breathing already uneven and your palm is sweating, you know what's gonna come. You throw your head back to rest on the sofa and stare blankly at the ceiling.

I shouldn't have said no.

I should have stayed.

Why did I do it.

I knew you i wrong.

I broke his heart.

It's all my fault.

Something is really wrong with me.

I made him cry.

He really loved me, how could you!

"Fuck."

The walls were closing in on you. It was going dark before your eyes, you couldn't shut your brain up. It was like you were trying to breathe but couldn't like someone evacuated your lungs out of oxygen or maybe there wasn't any oxygen left in the air to breathe. Head was hurting like someone was constructing a fucking road on it. You were panicking, heart beating at an abnormally high rate, sweat collecting at the low of your back. You lose complete sense of the surroundings. You try to get up but can't, so you just sit there on the sofa in the middle of a crowded room, trying to breath, with your head down to your knees. The music and the people get too loud, it felt like they were screaming your name you shut your eyes and cover your ears with your hands, just praying this would pass away soon.

A jacket was thrown over you, over your head. He was rubbing your back up and down, in an attempt to soothe you. He makes you shift from the position you were in to a position where your head was down on his knees, and his jacket still covering your face. His hand creeps under the jacket to caress your hair and he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, trying to make you focus on him, and on his voice.

You start crying in his lap, under his touch listening his voice after so many days, you missed him. His heart aches seeing you like this, watching you deteriorating day by day. He hated that he couldn't do anything, couldn't help you through it but he knew better. He knew nothing he could have said or done would have made you realise that running away was not an option, you have to face it, face your past and get over it, let go. And let love. Because what is love is not a risk? what is love if not taking a shot in the dark? what is love if not a mere chance? what is love if not a distinct possibility? Him trying would have just made you push him away even more! He wouldn't let that happen, so he waited on love. He waited on you. . He calls your name, twice "listen to my voice okay? It's okay, you're okay! Just try to breathe." You nod your head, the tears disappearing in the fabric of his jeans. "Let's go out okay?" He asks, after five minutes or so he walks you out of the room. Breathing the fresh night air somehow calms your nerves but you're still hyperventilating. He makes you side on the boundary wall that's pretty low. Your still a mess, eyes watering and breaths hitch you murmur small sorrys to him. The crying is just making it all worse, he noticed. Taking your face in his hands making you look straight into his eyes, "Breathe in." he asks you to and you do "hold." you hold your breath. "Release." you let go. At first it was hard but with his help you gained control again.

"I'm so sorry Yuta, i was i was trying to protec- protect you. I didn't wanted to hurt you i swear on my life." You sob. He nods, coming face to face "I know, you did your best."

"But I made you cry."

"because i couldn't see you hurting, also you left but i knew you were gonna come back."

"I tried that day, i wanted to stay i wanted to be with you but i couldn't i just couldn't bring myself up to believe that i was deserving to hold you. I-

I didn't deserve you, i still- "

"Don't complete that sentence or I'm gonna be real mad at you."

"no listen to me i don't have anything to give you I'm just I'm a messed up piece of shit i would've just wasted your time and energy."

"Well then you're my messed up piece of shit, whom i get to take care of because i want nothing but only you. And i totally wanna waste my time with you."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be, Its all good now"

You took a deep breath. Nothing is gonna change the fact that you hurt him, but he was wise enough to know you weren't intentionally trying to. Love. "I don't know what else to say but i love you"

"And that's more than enough babe."

"Ba-be?"

"I've been dying to call you that you know?"

"Why are you so good to me?" He just shrugs and ruffles your hair. "Wanna complete watching that movie together?" You sigh in relief nodding your head a big yes.

You thought he was taking you to watch a movie, but it was a whole different scene the moment you entered his apartment. He changed the lights. They are a warm shade of yellow now. He did put the movie on, but you weren't paying any attention to it. Your head was hurting because of the sudden attack you had at the party, so he insisted on sleeping instead. 

You tried sleeping, but the smell of his perfume on the bed kept you awake. makes you reckless. made your thoughts run wild. You remember how it felt the last time you were here, in his apartment. The tension, the dream, the heat, the kiss. Not the fighting part of the whole situation, but the part where you were wholly in love with him. The part where you wanted to take a chance The part where you wanted to give him your all. 

Feeling too overdriven by your train of thoughts, you get out of bed. You follow the noise that was coming from the kitchen to find Yuta making something. "What are you doing at this hour of the night?" You speak softly, standing by the door frame. He looks at you unfazed. "I assumed you were sleeping," I said. "The bedsheets smell like you." You walk behind him slowly, his eyes following your every step. "Quite distracting." 

"If you weren't drunk enough the last time you were here." 

"Then I wouldn't have been here." 

"Fact," he says, nodding."Try it," he says, handing you the cup. He emptied whatever he was making, tea. "Since when did you start drinking tea?" you question, placing the cup down, trying to sit on the counter. He helps you jump. "Since hot chocolate started reminding me of you." 

"I'm sorry," you whisper quietly. 

"You don't have to do it, and you shouldn't waste your time!" He scolds you, taking the empty cup from your hands and placing it in the sink. "I'll say it as long as I need to." 

"Useless "

Then how can I make it up to you? You can only tell. " 

"Endless ways I can think of right now." There was a sudden change in the way he spoke. The hoarseness in his voice lingered in the air and warmth creeped into his eyes. The coldness in the air was replaced by this heavy heat of want that was engulfing you and him alive. "Like?" 

Keeping your voice at a hearable volume, you make space between your legs by separating them, which was taken by him the very next second, "like finishing what we started." " You know what's coming next." The movie? " You put on the most innocent face you ever had in your life, looking him directly in the eyes, playing with him like he plays with you. "Now now, what a disappointment you are," he says while tapping your cheek with his index finger. Biting your lower lip, you say, "Someone used to call me dumb..." 

"You're playing the wrong game, babe." He warns, tracing your jaw line and down your neck. He then lines your clavicle up and down, "You're gonna lose." He takes both his hands behind your back, pulling you closer with a jerk. His face was only inches away now, his lower body already in contact. You could feel him hardening against your pussy. He was this close. 

"What if I want to lose?" You answer, your voice barely above a whisper, the taste of the tea still in your mouth, sweet, but you want his taste now. He chuckles lowly, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks, his voice firm and demanding, unlike yours. "Well then, wait for me in the bedroom." 

It was new and exciting to get to see this side of him. Unlike his normal caring and soft self, this Yuta knew what he wanted. He is precious and just, and he needs no explanation for anything he does. "Oh and babe, undies off but keep my t-shirt on." You follow his command, going straight to the bedroom and removing your underwear and tossing it aside. 

You wait in anticipation, but don't quite know what to do. You were pacing around the room like a mouse chased by a cat. Butterflies in your stomach won't quiet down. The mere thought of what might happen causes goosebumps on your skin.Sitting at the edge of the bed, you check the time. It's 12:30 in the morning and that's when he enters. 

All of them changed. His demeanour was that of a wolf out on a hunt. And you were his prey. He shut the door behind him. His eyes were darker and his skin appeared a little bit colder than before. It's not like there's a third person but. You get up on your feet and just stand there in the middle of the room, a thousand thoughts in your mind playing every possible scenario that could happen. He drags a chair by its arm, situating it just in front of you, and sits down on it like a king. 

"Come ahead!" he orders. You start walking in an instant, almost tripping. His voice alone makes your insides curl and your pussy clench around nothing. Wetness is leaking down. 

"You really want to go down this road?" Changing his expression suddenly, his eyes glistened with a golden tint, probably because of the light coming in from the window. You try to play along, "Aren't we already down?" He smiles. "You can stop me anytime you don't feel comfortable, okay?" You nod, melting into his softness. How can this person do it? switching between personalities in mere seconds. 

"I doubt I'll stop you." You push a strand of your hair behind your ear, getting a little closer so your legs touch the chair. His legs were separated, and you were in the middle. The only source of light in the room was the street light, perfectly lighting up his face and your body. He lifts an eyebrow at what you just said, sitting upright in his chair. "Confident much? I like that. It won't be for too long though. " You shiver when his hands rub your outer thigh. He was waiting for a reply from you, but he was correct. The moment his hands touched your bare skin, all the confidence you were mustering up to talk back was thrown out of the window. His hands travel south and leave your skin hot, high, and dry. 

You gasp at the loss of contact. Being touched by someone, by him after so many years, you don't think you can last in this game for even a minute. 

"Let's begin, shall we?" 

You manage an "uhhm..." as you brace yourself for whatever he's about to do. He relaxes in his chair. With his eyebrows lifting up and down, he asks you to sit on the bed with a simple but powerful command. "Sit." 

You sit at the edge of the bed, your legs shut tight, your hands sweaty, and your mouth dry. 

"Let me see you." You didn't quite hear him, but you heard him. It was just so shockingly sudden. 

"Huh?" you stutter under his strong gaze. 

"Lost already." He deadpanned. He was mocking you, and he knows it's affected you. "Spread your legs, sweetheart." 

On his command, your agape mouth was shut, your legs already following his order, deciding to move on their own as your mind had given up on thinking ages ago. 

The show hasn't even started yet, and he's enjoying himself watching your timidity in every move you make. "No, actually, shift a little back. Make yourself comfortable." He gets up and shifts his chair forward as you move back on the bed. He got a glimpse of your core while you were shifting. You know he did because you saw the expression change on his face. Right there in that split second, you saw him almost lose and regain his composure.

Not letting him speak again, you spread your legs wide and open. The loose t-shirt that was covering you shifts up automatically, leaving you uncovered for him to devour you with his eyes alone. You looked at him and he looked at your core, shamelessly. This somehow gave you some kind of power over him. He is too weak for you. He curses under his breath, closing his eyes and breathing deeply but fast. 

The moment he opened his eyes and met yours, your soul definitely left your body. Your breath hitched, and you tried to look away from him, but his gaze was so hard it locked yours. You couldn't. "Touch yourself." You clench at his words, and he sees that. 

"Be more specific." That was bold of you to say that. He almost choked on your words. You may be the shy girl who is affected by small things, but you are also a freak. Although you do want to lose, you'd still give it your best shot. 

He poked his tongue under his cheek, nodding his head in approval of your regained confidence. "Touch your clit with only one finger and don't move it." 

Very precise. You do as he says. There is only one finger on your clit, and there is no movement at all. 

"Tap it." You do, lifting your finger up and keeping it gently on your throbbing clit. You clench again the moment your fingers touch, gasping out silently. "Keep on doing it until I say stop." He bites his lower lip as he watches you enjoy yourself at his command. The fact that you were doing it while he was watching you with his sinful gaze has already got you gripping the sheets and curling your toes. 

You do it slowly, sensually, watching him watch you. He's affected in ways he can't explain and in ways you can't fathom. Feeling good, you take your lower lip between your teeth and close your eyes. You get more comfortable as you fully submit to the task you were given. You let your head hang freely, trying to be more vocal, but letting out soft whimpers only. You didn't want to give him too much just yet. 

"Stop." 

You hiss at him. Drawing in a sharp breath, you bite your lip harshly in agression, not wanting to stop but stopping anyway. You look forward to him, his dilated pupils eyeing you like a scavenger, making you light-headed. "Enjoying yourself too much?" 

You nod slowly, your gaze never leaving his, and it drives him insane. 

Warmth creeps beneath your skin when he gets up from his chair and motions for you to come forward. You get on your knees, the t-shirt covers you again and you crawl to him to the edge of the bed to where he was standing. Sitting on your heels, you watch him loosen his belt. Then he undoes the waist button and unzips his pants. He slides them down, revealing white boxers and his untamed bulge, which he somehow managed to keep inside and hidden. 

You're dizzy by just imagining the size of him. You're unsure of what to do. Should you help him undress himself or should you just sit back and anticipate? Like a lost child, you wait for him to tell you. He asks a question instead. "I suppose you don't know how to give a blow job." Feeling belittled, you shook your head, looking up at him, "perfect." He compliments.

He slid the boxers down, his hard, thick and girthy dixk slapping against his abdomen, now free of any restrictions, standing tall and proud in front of you. You were too busy focusing on his perfection that you failed to keep up. He had already removed his shirt, and was now standing completely naked in front of you for the very first time. It's nerve awakening.

That is when you actually felt the gravity of the situation. It wasn't just some game you were playing; it was actually happening. You and he were actually happening. You fucking confessed to him yesterday! Yuta thought he was going to be angry and not talk to you at all because you broke his heart, but it's the complete opposite situation, he just couldn't be angry at you. Yuta knows better, good for you. He loves you. You love him and all your dreams about him were about to come true, he was going to make you his. 

"Fuck!" You didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Like what you see? I bet you dreamt about me. " It was like you were hypnotised by him or you lost control of yourself. It was like you were high on some drug. Or maybe you were high on him because you weren't thinking before nodding your head when he asked you that question. 

"What was I doing in them?" He takes his cock in his hands and starts palming it. You swear you saw it grow even bigger in size, as if it already wasn't. Too astonished to see the action just inches away from your eyes, you answer, "You were fucking me raw. From behind." You look up and gulp, "And you were spanking me, pulling my hair, kissing me, and marking me yours," you say in a small voice, so shameless, so pure.

"Get up on your knees." You do, inching yourself closer to him; he's still stroking his length in between. You look down, a new angle to admire him. You place your hand on his, your hand moving up and down his shaft with his. He slows down. "Want me to do all those things for you? Want me to touch you? " You looked up, mouth parted and eyes glistening to meet his dark ones. "Want me to pull your hair? want me to kiss you? fuxk you?" 

You nod frantically consumed by your arousal, his voice travelling straight to your untouched, unlooked, un-taken-careof core, your wetness literally sliding down your thigh. It's hurtful. 

"Oh baby, don't be that cute or I'll just have to fuck you right now." He says this restlessly before connecting his lips with yours. You let out a sigh of relief before giving into him. It was kind of the first physical contact he made after getting in this room, which has been nothing but hard for him to keep his hands away from you. He deepens the kiss. Tilting your face to the left, he locks his fingers in your hair, pulling them. The kiss was sloppy and messed up and just perfect, laced with desire and lust in every bit of it. Your tongues collided, your teeth clashed; you both just couldn't get enough of each other. Your hands rested on his neck, gripping tightly for support. He bites your lower lip making you gasp, then sucks it like candy. 

You reciprocate his every move. You try to, but you are getting out of breath. His hands travel down your back, lifting the t-shirt up and gripping your ass, squeezing it hard. You say his name aloud, breaking the kiss, "Yuta!" Your forehead rested on his shoulder while he kissed and nipped at your ear while kneading you, "Yes baby, you like it?" You hum in response, lifting your head up and looking at him, holding him close. "Rub your clit for me, baby." 

You bite your lower lip, lowering your hands and legs, your gaze never leaving his. You rub yourself up and down and in circles. He can't really see, but he knows. It makes his dick twitch. You let out a loud, breathy, dragged out moan, setting up a pace, "mhmmm shit."

He mimics that moan, his eyes burning with desire and lust. "Mhmmm shit... Nice and slow, yea baby, so good for me." You let out another breathy moan, closing your eyes but quietly this time, not wanting him to mock you again. 

His finger was placed on yours, on the one that was rubbing circles on your clit. You jump, in shock or excitement, you don't know. Your brain seizes the movement of your finger completely, "Why did you stop?" he takes over. His fingers move up and down, making yours move as well. Resting his forehead on yours, he continues to play with you, making you whimper with every flick. 

He moves your hands aside, your face contouring in pleasure when his fingers touch you, bare and raw, with nothing in between. There were chills running down your lower back, your stomach tightening with the pleasure he was delivering. Slowing down a little, he collects your wetness in his fingers, bringing it to your mouth to suck on it. You lick it first, then swirl your tongue around it, and then take it in completely, sucking like a lollipop. 

You kiss him with your flavour in your mouth. His hands find their way back between your legs, rubbing your clit, up and down and sideways, the wetness making his movements sloppy, his fingers gliding frictionless on your sweet swollen nub. His finger circles your opening before carefully dipping it inside of you. You purr in his ear while his lips ghost over the exposed skin of your neck. His breath hits you every time he exhales, absolutely burning your skin to a hot red. You clench around his finger, not letting it escape. Well, you finally have something to clench around this time. He stays inside of you for awhile. 

"Rub yourself again." And in no time, you're following his words, bringing your right hand to circle your clit. Now desperate to release, you don't go for slow motion but rather set a high pace. 

"Slow it down." 

You might be in disagreement looking at him but he gives you one look and you're slowing your fingers down. He pulls his finger out just to push it in again, and again, and again. You try to match your movements with his, setting a slow rhythm. You go up every time he pushes in, and that's how he drives you to your first orgasm of the night.

You've been at the edge for so long, you're coming undone with only one finger. You stop circling yourself and hold him to keep yourself up while his fingers are still working you up, slow and steady, riding you through it and pushing you into the beginning of the next one. 

His finger was buried up to his knucles, deep in you. He places his palm flat against your mound. You press into his touch. Moving your hips to grind into his hand, breathing harshly, he supports your body and whispers praises in your ear about how good you are and the amazing job you're doing. Just when you thought you could cum again, he makes you stop and removes his hand from between your legs. 

Licking his finger clean, he asks you to get on your hands and knees, "face down ass up, fast!" he said while pumping himself. The site of his hardened veiny dick was hard to look at. It was begging for your attention, but you weren't really confident with that. Instead of following his order, you stare at him palming himself. You look at him with a question written in your eyes. He understands what you're asking for but doesn't really acknowledge it. "Please." You kneel in front of him. He rolls his eyes, but gives you a look of content. 

"My girl wants a taste." 

You smile when he calls you his girl, "Yes. Your girl wants a taste." emphasis on the, "your girl." 

When you bring your face closer and look up at him, ready to take him in, he curses under his breath, holding your head in place with his hands clenching your hair in a fist, in the softest manner. "Open your mouth." You do, also giving a little extra you stick your tongue out for him.

He places the tip of his dick on your tongue, gently sliding it in against the surface. You close your lips around it. He slides further deep into your mouth, controlling himself to not push in too deep. Very slowly, he draws it out, leaving you empty and wanting more of him. He lets you take a taste, though. Slithering against your tongue in swift motions.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, which is already leaking. You try to take him deeper but his grip won't let you he only fucks his tip in. Finally bringing up the courage to take him into your small hands, you wrap your hand around the base of it, applying slight pleasure, moving your hand up and down his shaft. 

"Just like that." His voice boosts your confidence. He lets you play with him with your innocent little hands which are like a tease to him, until he can't take it anymore. Seeing you determined, his grip on your hair tightens and with his other hand, he moves your hands aside. He yanks your head back. "Open wider" He growls, as you do. And he slams his cock deeper than before. The sounds you produce are embarrassing. He goes deeper, causing you to gag, your heartbeat fastening even more all of a sudden. You mumble protest, telling him to remove himself and wrap your hand around his wrist, taking a hold of it. He withdraws himself, you cough a little, breathing deeply, then open your mouth again to take him in. He grins, "Now that's my baby!" tightening his fist around your hair and pulling your head a little more up. 

He slides his dick down again, slowly and gently going deeper. He wasn't even going deep to be honest; he was just at the brim, yet your mouth was full of him. Hair messed up and eyes watery, swollen lips wrapped around his girthy member, saliva trailing down your neck, only acting as a lubricant. When he finally siezes his dick after seeing your tousled state and didn't want to cum just yet, you try to regain your breath. Holding your hair back, not pulling anymore, rather soothing your nerves down. Wiping a tear away, he devours your glistening lips with his, not taking any time to deepen it. Pushing you down on the bed, he hovers over you, keeping his knee in between your legs, very very close to your aching to be touched core. His lips leave yours, connecting to your still aching jaw. He leaves a warm wet trail of kisses down your neck and everywhere in between. Sloppy kisses were placed along your clavicle, purposely sucking and leaving red marks around, making you hiss in pain and take his name. 

His hands roam up and down your body, making sure there isn't a single inch left to be touched and explored by him. His hand stretched the tee you were wearing, revealing only the upper part of your breast. He kitten licks the area, then bites the flesh and soothes it with a kiss, making every part of your body his, messed up, burning hot and so beautiful. 

His lips go south, taking your hardened nipple in his mouth and sucking on it through the thin fabric of the tee. While playing with the other, Your lower body automatically starts grinding on his knee, trying to obtain some friction, but it seems to be not working, but you swear the amount of heat dissipating from just the mere contact was enough to melt gold and silver. 

He is too intoxicated just by the way you feel against his lips. He brings himself back to reality to perform the second main job. He gets off the bed only to sink down on his knees in front of you. His face only a few licks away from your heat, you move closer to his mouth. He separates your legs further away, only able to look at you in full bloom this once. Drunk already, he dives in for a sip, and he is not disappointed. A long lick from the bottom of your warmth till up to your clitoris got your toes curling. While he laps at your juices, you curse his name a hundred times. He flicks your clit with his tongue, then sinks it as deep as it can go into you while nuzzling his nose to brush against your clit, it's a perfect blend to which he adds his fingers, the middle one he pushes in first. Out he comes to push it in 2 knuckles deep and then finally sink it deeper, curling it inside, making you roll your eyes back in pure bliss. You're feeling extremely. He adds another finger. That hurts a little but is soon replaced with pleasure. He works you up to your second orgasm, but doesn't let you cum just yet. 

His hands leave your body at once, and you hold back a moan, trying not to sound desperate. His figure walks across the room where he must have kept his wallet. 

You hear a wrapper being torn, goosebumps crawl up on your skin. He takes no time to return. "Make room for me." He gets on the bed, splitting your legs wider. He lets you rest in a comfortable position, keeping a pillow under your head. He drags his fingers between your folds, collecting your juices and spreading them on his member. You look up at the ceiling, aftain, excited, impatient. The yellow lights are forming abstract patterns on the wall. You feel his tip at your entrance, and soon he pushes it in with optimum pressure. You contract your muscles and your eyes shut tightly at the feeling. It's one of pain and fear and not pleasure. "Yuta, it hurts." You breathe out and call his name, your hands trying to grab his shoulders. He pushes in further, rather slowly this time while towering over you and coming face to-face, "Good." 

You lift your hips up a little to ease out the passage, and he bottoms out. He stays like that for a minute. No words were exchanged, just the feelings being felt. His breaths are uneven matching with yours. He connects your foreheads together. You don't know if his eyes are closed or open. They're closed. You inhale him in as he exhales you. 

"Fuck," he growls just before abruptly slamming into you, "Fuck." 

And then it continues, and it hurts no more. He's fucking you hard and slow, going deep and deeper. Making you cry out every time he hits that spot. His voice is husky and low, sending shivers dancing up and down your body. You whimper under him. Your sounds, mixed with the slickness of your bodies crashing into each other, were playing on repeat; warmth and lust in the shade of red were decorating the room, and the orange glitched tint was illuminating the perfect parts of him and you. 

He goes from a painfully slow to a pleasurably fast pace, no mercy he was showing, abusing your little cunt with his big thick dick, driving all the pleasure out for himself as he should, while giving you exactly what you wanted. So good. It feels so good to finally have him inside you, using you, destroying you to only mend you as whole, as his. 

He's fucks you so right.

He lifts his body up a little, supported by his hands over you, looking at your contoured face. He slaps your cheek playfully in an attempt to get you to open your eyes and look at him while he fuxks the shit out of you. He grabs your hands and pins them behind your head. Oh, he knows you are going to come, but it doesn't make him stop or slow down. He continues fuxking you harder and harder until you come undone under him. Your body convulses. Waves of pleasure travel through your nerves, hitting your brain. Your vision go black and, for a brief moment, you lose complete sense of reality, being in a state of complete euphoria. You've never had an orgasm like this before.

And the best part of it all is that he doesn't stop. 

He's drilling in and out of you at a monsteric pace. Your body writhes under him, trying to squirm its way out of his grip, but all these go in vain when his fingers wrap around your dainty neck, applying only the right amount of pressure to hold you down and keep your body fixed in its place. 

When he loses control, his merciless pace becomes even more merciless, banging his head hard, fast, and deep all at once. His thrusts became sloppy and rushed. Chasing after his high, he goes feral. You watch him clench his jaw in pleasure, the sweat rolling down making his hair stick to his skin, his low grunts and humming sound. He's trying to contain himself. What a sight. It makes you want to cum again. 

The pleasure starts building at the pit of your stomach again. You wrap both your hands around his hand, the one that was choking you, while rocking your hips back and forth, trying to match him, looking into his eyes, speaking with an unspoken language. 

And that's how he fuckls you into believing that you are enough, for him and for yourself. That you are capable of being loved and taken care of. That even if you're messy and stupid and dumb, you're still perfect. That you can let go and you can trust. That you can be.

Be his.

And then he explodes inside of you. He couldn't be more grateful, couldn't be more precise in saying that his wait was worth it. You were worth it. He rubs you into your third orgasm. And after that, nothing was like it was before. 

All of you changed. 

All of you changed when he kissed you and told you that he loved you so much. All of you changed when you saw him clean you up in the after hours. All of you changed when he fell asleep beside you, taking you into his arms. 

All of you changed when you met him for the first time.

______

did not proof read, but hope u liked it, The constructive criticism is accepted here, do leave a follow ~

[kinokoshoujoart]

is Rock/Romeo different in the japanese ds cute?

(as someone who isn’t fluent) yea in jp romeo sounds like less of a bastard and more like idk. idiot airhead spacey naive kid? the jp version also takes him much more seriously as a love interest option which stresses me out a bit but it’s also cute

for the english version of DS and cute natsume sometimes added some arrogant douchey scum bastard zaniness to romeo’s lines to idk i guess try and match rock? (who has different speech habits / “role speech” in JP compared to romeo) and of course natsume also just handled a lot of DS lines Weirdly or Not at all

for example

the wedding vow

JP:「も��一生離さないよ♡ 」| “For the rest of my life, I’ll never let go!♡” (cute)

Natume EN: “I’ll never leave you. Heh heh.” (troubling)

the divorce fakeout event you get if you neglect your husband (the entire thing)

JP: romeo thinks you hate him and he’s sad because you don’t communicate, and says goodbye.. he comes back and apologizes and admits he never wanted to leave, he just wants to stay together and you head to sleep (all’s well that ends well)

EN: romeock thinks you hate him and he says “is it my looks? my gorgeous looks can’t be fading already, can they?!” when he comes back he’s like “i know you can’t be tired of my looks already. it must just be a phase. well time for some beauty sleep” (who the fuck said you were allowed back in)

other than stuff like that, in general i’m finding a lot of events make slightly to very more sense in japanese because often it feels like each line of dialogue was either translated too literally into english or they didn’t have context, so that also applies to romeo’s heart and random events especially later events / events after marriage / rival marriage

the entire yellow heart event didn’t make proper sense to me in english compared to japanese but one small silly example from it where (probably) no context translation made the scene 10x funnier is when he has his dramatic confession

in JP he realizes he may have hurt you by joking around and making up stories to hide his feelings and apologizes profusely. protag shakes her head no with a heart over it to be like “it’s okay <3”

in EN he asks “Can you forgive me…?” and protag does the same gesture. like “NO <3”

also neither here nor there but his relationship with Louis feels a lot more familial in japanese. in english i wanted to kick him out the window during the child discipline event. in JP it’s more silly… (i still want to kick him out the window but more affectionately…) she overall sounds a lot more idk timid in EN but in JP she’s rougher and teases and scolds him a bunch (good👍). she and her two NEET cats children are a very cute family imo

overall i find natume’s odd additions to the game incredibly funny and enhance the experience in their own way (by making it worse) and i enjoy the more bastardly creature but i also think the more serious and soft romeo is sweet. he still has a lot of “what is wrong with his brain” moments in both en and jp he’s just more douchey in english

[aklxojjk]

The Restaurant’s Cashier

Waking up you knew that today was either going to be a nice and relaxing day or an anxious filled day. Every sunday you and your family visited a restaurant called Texas BBQ, where your family would take turns ordering for the whole table. Two Sundays ago was your mom, last Sunday was your brother, this Sunday it’s you. With a heavy sigh and a stretch you rose from the bed already stressing about the day ahead of you. It’s not that the cashier is mean or anything of the sort, you just had anxiety and having to memorize all your family’s orders plus having to speak up and not stutter when ordering was… hectic. You put slippers on and slipped into the bathroom, already dreading the thought of ordering food.

Gaming most of the morning away you realized that it was almost time to go to the restaurant and you had about 10 minutes to pick out an outfit, do your makeup, and put jewelry and shoes on.

“Wow, I’m just so prepared every time huh,” you said as you rushed towards your closet finding a nice comfortable pair of shorts and a long black shirt and began to change right there on the spot. Immediately after half putting the shirt on you stumbled over to your makeup stand, scattering some mascaras over your stand to find the perfect combo you always use.

‘my fucking god where is that shitty mascara at’ you though out loud for a second, eyes lighting up as you found the combo you always use. Something about this mascara made your lashes look 3 times bigger than they actually were.

“Hey, you ready?” your brother asked behind the door, respecting your privacy.

“Yeah just lemme finish my makeup and put my socks on,” you said with a raised voice knowing he could probably barely hear you from behind the door. You finished putting on your mascara and just added a bit of glitter under your eyes and some strawberry chapstick on your lips. You slipped your socks on as you opened the door, tripping over the frame.

"IM READY" you yelled, with your whole family yelling back "IM READYYYY" in response. Silly family things.

On the car ride there you tried not to mention that it was your turn to order because maybe that would make the other forget and it would ease your anxiety a bit.

“So mom wants the grilled fish with fries, I want the BBQ ribs with a side of uhm…fries i guess? dad wants popcorn chicken,” your brother said, not even looking at you, too busy admiring the usual roads you always take.

“popcorn chicken… you copying me?” you say looking at your dad with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m not really hungry so yea.”

you looked away already noticing the restaurant in the distance. It was super close to your house so the rides were always quick. you stepped outside, sighing your anxious feelings away hoping that maybe there was no line and the lady up front wouldn't ask a billion times for you to repeat yourself.

“I’ll go get the table” your mom said leading the way as the rest of your family followed close by.

‘Donald Trump if you can hear me… please save us’ is the only thought going through your head as you march down what seemed like an eternal pathway.

“Hi.” you greet the cashier; the same old woman as always.

“Hi darling! what can i get ya?” the old woman says happily, knowing you and your family always come to visit on Sundays.

“I would like a-” your eyes flickered between her and a worker in the back; he was staring you down with a pleasant smile as he continued to cook.

“uh 2 popcorn chickens and a… lord” you already forgot the order.

“Take your time now darling, there’s no one behind ya in line” the sweet old woman said laughing a bit, you glanced at the worker in the back again, noticing his eyes still lingering on you.

“Righttt okay, one grilled fish and one bbq ribs with a side of fries” you said with a smile, slightly shy from the man staring at you. He was definitely something.

“Alright that’ll be… $60.78” she said, turning the card machine towards you. You honestly didn’t even check if she got the order right. you just prayed she did as you couldn’t take anymore of the man’s eyes on you, seeing them trail up and down your body.

“I forgot the drinks…” you said giving her an anxious smile.

“Oh come on now sweetheart! you and your family come by every sunday, I already put it in,” the lady says with a smile as you shyly put the card in.

You couldn’t manage to form a reply as you looked up to see if the man was still staring. To your surprise he wasn’t, which made you think that maybe he didn't truly mean anything by it.

“Alright and would you like a receipt?” she asked and you nodded immediately, knowing that if you didn’t ask for one your dad might send you straight into the seventh layer of hell; he had a thing for receipts.

“Thank you ma’am,” you said as you grabbed your receipt nodding at her in a polite manner.

“You’re welcome sweetie, and next time just call me Nancy.” the old lady nodded back, turning around to give the order to the kitchen.

As you found your usual table— which was on the other side of the wall directly adjacent to the ordering counter— you and your family sat out of sight from the kitchen. you fidgeted with your fingers wondering if you got the order right and if she heard everything okay.

“Check if she got it right,” you said to your dad as he immediately started to check the receipt.

“Always in this damn restaurant!” he says with a bit of anger but not loud enough to warn the other customers and employees around.

He glanced at the receipt, “she put only one popcorn chicken. And she got 4 fountain drinks- you know your mom only drinks water,” he says rolling his eyes.

You let out a big sigh, rolling your eyes as you harshly picked up the receipt. You didn’t really care that she messed up. You felt a bit guilty since she was a bit old- not her fault she couldn’t really hear your low and anxious voice. You walked back to the front counter, looking at your receipt as you fidgeted with it.

“Hey ma’am this is wron-“ as you began to look up, you noticed that the woman is no longer there but that man from earlier is standing there.

He didn’t say anything, but just stared at you with a blank face.

“Oh my bad I thought you were the old lady.. uhm she got my order wrong.” you said, glancing from the receipt up to his eyes then down at the receipt again in an attempt to break eye contact.

“Tell me what she got wrong,” he said in a clear voice, trying to be heard over the sounds of the kitchen behind him.

“uhm it was 2 popcorn chickens and 3 fountain cups instead of 4. One drink was just water.” you made eye contact with him immediately feeling your cheeks lightly burn.

Honestly you had no thoughts in your head except two: this man is attractive and you couldn’t focus on anything else. You stared into his eyes as he was tapping away at the machine, fixing your order up. This was the only time you could examine his features without him catching you.

He was on the taller side and looked about close to your age with dark hair that was a bit on the longer side for a guy, but was clearly well maintained. His facial features were striking, which explained why you wanted to keep staring at him at every chance. He had a muscular build that was not initially noticeable due to his mundane work outfit, but that became apparent once you realized it was there.

“Eight dollars,” he said nonchalantly in his little southern accent after he was done fixing the order.

“Oh right,” you mumbled under your breath, taking your card out as you went to pay for the extra meal they originally forgot to put in.

“Here you go darling,” he said, handing you a new receipt.

You thanked the man and turned around, wanting to return to your table immediately.

“Hey hold on,” the man shouted as you turned back around and stood in front of him, “you forgot the other receipt.” This time he had a smile on his face as he handed you a third receipt.

“Ohh sorry,” you apologized for running off so quickly and grabbed the receipt, turning again to fill the water cup for your mother.

As you made your way back to your table you stopped by the soda machine to pour water into the cup. As you watched the water pour you realized, ‘wait two receipts?’

Just now realizing you received two receipts, you took the second receipt out of your pocket. “text me ;))” it read with a phone number under it.

“holy shit!” you said, realizing that he did actually mean something by it.

As you were reeling from this surprise, you felt your hand turn cold. ‘Oh shit!’ you yelled in your head as you looked down and saw the cup overflowing with cool water. You walked back to your table with a full cup of water and a now cold hand, placing it down in front of your mother.

“Did they fix it?” your father asked while staring up at the restaurant tv, watching some news headline about a recent murder in the area.

“Yeah, here’s the new receipt,” you handed over the receipt to him making sure to keep the one with that guy’s number in your pocket. “I’m so hungry,” you said, trying to distract yourself from the realization that you were probably blushing in front of him and didn’t even notice.

Soon your food arrived and you immediately showered your food in a bunch of different sauces.

“jesus…” your brother said, looking at your food as if he wasn’t doing the same thing.

You hummed as you were about to dig in. “It’s not going anywhere bro,” your brother added as he watched you stuff your mouth with chicken and fry goodness.

“I know,” you said with a bit of food still in your mouth.

You didn’t speak much as you usually preferred to just eat in peace instead of talk. As you were casually sipping your drink, you kept noticing the employees walking by and glancing at you. ‘Ah fuck no’ you thought, hating the feeling of being watched as you ate. You tried to brush it off, thinking that maybe they were just checking if you were done eating to snatch your plate away. But when you were actually done you noticed no waitress coming by to take your plate, that's when you noticed the big ass sign that said “leave plates on table” so you were not tripping and they were definitely looking at you weird. You shrugged it off because you couldn’t really do anything about the staring.

You pulled out your phone and airpods to listen to music while you waited for your family to finish eating. Then you remembered the phone number in your pocket and sneakily pulled out the other receipt. You looked at the paper now in your hands as you typed the number into your phone. “cute cashier guy” you typed in as his contact name since you didn't ask for his name nor did you look at his name tag.

With stomachs now full, you and your family stood up marching towards the door, stopping by the soda machine to get some more soda before returning home.

“How was y’all’s food?” The man from earlier stood next to you restocking the soda lids and straws as you refilled your cup.

“It was amazing as always,” your brother said pushing you to the side so he could get his drink refilled.

“That's always good to hear! Y’all have a good day now,” he said, staring directly into your eyes.

You gave him a nod as you mumbled a thank you and ran off to where your parents were holding the door open for you. You took the door from your dad’s grip and held it open for your brother as he was now carrying his soda and a bunch of sauce packs he found. You saw the man point to his name tag. “Johnny” it read. ‘That's actually not a bad name at all, it's definitely moanable’ you thought as you smiled and walked away, waving at johnny.

As you ran to catch up with your family— who had long since left you there holding the door open like an idiot— you kept thinking about his name.

“johnny…” you said in a low breathy voice just trying to see how his name felt on your tongue, simultaneously wondering how he would feel on your tongue. In your head this sounded normal but your facial expression was definitely cringing.

Opening the door, you slapped your tummy with a big sigh and turned to your brother, “that shit was good,” you said smiling knowing he was gonna say the same thing.

As your parents pulled out of the parking lot, you started to think more about that guy. He was very attractive. Handsome with some nice strong arms that could probably pick you up with ease… you would like that. You pondered away looking at the sky and getting lost in your thoughts until you heard the car stop and realized you were already home. ‘damn,’ you thought, ‘that was so fast.’ you hopped out of the car and walked inside immediately wanting to text him.

You stepped into your room, plopping down on the bed with your phone in hand as you drafted up a text to send him. After debating for a while, you decided to go with something simple and direct.

“Hey :)”

*

Some weeks had passed since you first texted him and your relationship with Johnny had grown. He would often text you during work.

Johnny

hey I’m getting off work soon

wanna hang with me?

hmm dunno I’m kinda tired

Johnny

I’ll pick you up and buy you some food

all of a sudden I’m dressed and ready to go 😝

Johnny

I’ll be there in 5 pretty girl ;)

Not only have you guys been flirting but you also got to know him more. He was adopted when he was little by Nancy, who treated him like her own son. He had plans for the future (and he wanted to make sure you were in it). You had now been to about 5 official dates with him, but truthfully you had been spending more time with him than your own family. Every day you would wake up, text him, and then go see him. Nancy had asked you so many times if you were dating but you kept telling her that you were not a couple.

*

A few nights after that you received a text from none other than your Johnny.

Johnny

you up?

yea what’s up?

Johnny

uhm i have a smalll tinyyy question

just say it johnny

Johnny

would you be my girlfriend?

I know i shouldn’t ask over the phone but i just wanted to get it out, I really like you.

You gasped at the sudden question. Yeah you expected this but still it was shocking.

yea

you tried to act very nonchalant

Johnny

okay then send me a picture of your face.

what for?

Johnny

oh come on honey just send me a damn picture already

tell me what forr

Johnny

I just wanna have something to look at…

while doing… what 😇

You were no saint, you knew what he was implying but you wanted to make him spit it out.

Johnny

you’ll find out.

just let me know when and I’ll pick ya up ;))

Panic settled into you, ‘oh my god…’ you quickly rushed to the closet looking for something pretty but not try-hard, maybe some shorts and a hoodie. gotta work for it you thought as you looked at the hoodie.

pick me up in 10

Johnny

straight to the point

I like it.

You didn’t have many sexy undergarments but at least you had a thong your friend bought you a while back.

“That’ll do” you said, putting your shorts over the thong and putting on the plain hoodie, no bra.

You were lucky you had just showered or else you could’ve missed the chance to finally stand on business. You just had to spray a little perfume and apply your scented lotion now. ‘hmm this smells just like strawberries’ you thought when you got a whiff of your arm while fixing your hair.

“am i fuck-ready or what,” you said while looking at the mirror, staring your body down. You kept staring and a bit of worry began to form in your eyes.

“Maybe I should put a shirt on,” you said, tugging at the ends of your hoodie strings.

Not another thought could enter your mind before your phone went off.

Johnny

I’m outside.

You felt a shiver go down your spine, it was time. You quickly exited your room and made your way out the front door, seeing his car pulled up in your driveway.

“Hi Johnny,” you wanted to seem totally relaxed and not nervous.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said in a low voice as you entered the car.

No other words were exchanged. He only turned to face the road and started the car. You quickly realized this was the way to his house, you had been there before a couple times.

“Wait your parents aren’t home right?” you asked a bit worried you would have to be quiet.

With an eyebrow quirk he turned to you. “Why would that matter?”

“Wait, are we not…” you started but got cut off.

“I’m just kidding honey, yea we are.” he said putting his palm up waiting for yours.

You slid your hand on top of his and he immediately closed his grip and brought it over to his side. You can feel his hand trace circles over yours, he seemed extra gentle today.

Letting go of your hand he exited the vehicle and you could see him go around the back making his way to your door. You felt a breeze and turned towards the car door.

“we’re here,” he said, holding the door open for you with a charming smile.

“yay” you replied in a sad tone. You couldn’t help a worried expression from creeping over your face.

You were finally here and now you had to actually follow him inside. When you made it inside his house you paused to take in the house, not particularly interested since you had already been here before.

“Just give me a sec,” he turned around to put his keys on the key holder then take his shoes off.

You followed suit then took the time to sit on one of those fancy looking high chairs he had around the kitchen bar.

“soo uhm what did you mean by that?” you stared at his back waiting for him to look at you.

“You know what I meant,” he said as he made his way over to you, looking you up and down as if he had been waiting for this moment.

It doesn’t take long for his hands to find their way under your shorts’ leg bands. You enjoyed the new feeling of warmth emitting from his rough hands.

“do I?” You did know what he meant but you just wanted to try and seem flirty.

He scoffed in response to that, rolling his eyes and removing his hands from your thighs.

“I was joking~ come on” you took his hand in yours and guided it back to your thighs, already missing the feeling of them.

“you play too much,” with a single quick move, he snatched you up in his arms, making your legs wrap around his waist.

“Johnny, wait-” was the only thing you managed to say before he started to kiss you, getting a taste of the chapstick and smelling the perfume you showered yourself with.

The lotion made your skin smooth and soft as he rubbed one hand on your leg and the other found its way under your hoodie to support your lower back

“been waiting for this-” he bit your lower lip, wanting more of you, “-for some time now.”

He didn’t move you over to his bedroom just yet, wanting to savor you more. The taste of strawberry made him want to lick his lips after he was done with you. At this point your body started heating up, feeling a heavy blush overtake your face and your eyes fluttered with lust. The heat emitting from your body and the fact that you were wearing a hoodie did not go together.

“It’s so hot in here,” you exclaimed, breaking the kiss to fan yourself with your hand.

“So let's take this hoodie off. It’s 80 degrees, what were you thinking?” He chuckled, setting you down again on the chair and hovering his hands over the waistband of your hoodie.

He wanted to tease you- to make sure you felt desperate for his touch. He took his time lifting your hoodie, observing your expressions to see if you were still comfortable.

“Why are you taking so long,” you pulled your hoodie over your head, setting it down on the chair next to you.

His eyes were staring at your now exposed body with eyebrows raised and a small ‘o’ shaped mouth.

“What?? what's wrong?” you glanced down to see what he was looking at and immediately realized what made him become so shocked: you had no bra on.

“So ya came prepared, huh?” he looked into your eyes, a smirk on his lips as he took a hold of your waist and pulled you off the chair and into him.

He wanted to take you right then and there but he knew that he couldn’t just yet. You tugged at his shirt wanting him to take it off and he received your message loud and clear, taking his shirt off and watching you stare at his abs.

His lips attacked yours once more earning him a muffled moan that vibrated against his lips, his hands now exploring your chest and bare abdomen.

“You feel so good,” he paused and whispered in your ear before diving back into kissing you, his hands squeezing your hips.

His strong arms wrapped around you once again, pressing you flat against his body as if to eliminate any space that could’ve possibly remained between you. He started to walk towards his bedroom, enraptured by the taste of strawberry on your lips.

He stumbled slightly as he made his way to his room while carrying you, hitting the walls and corners on the way there. Neither of you really cared to let go of each other to let him see the obstacles in his way. He set you down on the floor and turned you to face the bed, standing behind you towering over your shorter figure.

“I feel so bare…” you looked down at your feet feeling a bit vulnerable.

“You look beautiful,” he said, finding the crook of your neck and kissing it gently with hands snaking around your waist.

His hands ran across your skin, rising from your waist to your breasts and giving them a firm squeeze, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin.

“I don’t feel it..” you crossed your arms over his hands, feeling too exposed.

He brought his hands down from your breasts to hold your elbows, sliding them down to your sides.

“I’ll make ya feel it,” smirking against the skin of your neck he now used your hands— which were being held by him— to make you caress yourself.

Wanting you to feel yourself. Wanting you to feel how good you felt to him. How your skin felt soft and tender under his touch. He brought your fingers up to your mouth so you could suck on them. You parted your lips and did as he wanted, sucking on your them until they were decently wet.

“Does that feel good?” he moved your now wet fingers to your right nipple, making you swirl it and play with it.

He used your other hand to massage your left titty, which made you squeeze your eyes in satisfaction.

“Yeah… it does,” You whimpered in response, allowing yourself to be vulnerable in his presence and arching slightly at the feeling of his body pressed up against your own.

He let your hands go, encouraging you to keep playing with yourself without his help. He held your hair up, wanting to have more access to you and began leaving a trail of kisses that started at the back of your neck and went down to the middle of your back then to your sides where he left a love bite. Unzipping your shorts, he slowly slid them down, watching them fall off to reveal your thong.

“Who would've thought you owned a thong huh?” he smiled cheekily, now sliding his hands up your legs stopping at your hips.

He lowered himself, bathing your hips in kisses and gentle squeezes. His rough yet gentle handling fueling a fire in you. He didn’t speak for a while before he suddenly spun you around and pushed you to the edge of the bed.

“Johnny—” you yelped, a bit shocked as he pushed you rather harshly.

He placed a knee under your own and pushed it to the side, wanting to get a better view while his other leg was placed on the edge of the bed for support. He lowered his body to give you a quick peck before kneeling down. ‘A munch has got to eat I guess’ you thought, smiling down at him as you watched him kiss up your thighs, the feeling of his teeth scraping against your skin sending shivers up your spine.

“If you move I'll stop. I wanna take my time with you” he said, sliding your thong down and chucking it to the side.

“That’s not gonna be a problem,” you confidently replied.

He smirked up at you, knowing you wouldn't be able to hold still at all. He stroked the inside of your thighs with one hand while he drew his thumb gently along your slit with the other, making you shiver at the cool sensation of his fingers. He wanted to make sure you enjoyed this whole thing. He began tracing your clit in the slowest, faintest circles.

“That feels… nice. I like—” your sentence was cut short when you suddenly felt his thumb press more against your clit and his soft strokes became more prominent. You rolled your hips, trying to chase his hand.

“yeah, you like that doll?” you felt his smile against your skin as his kisses came dangerously close to your pussy.

He moved his hand from your clit down to your entrance sliding his fingers in and out of you, his mouth open as he watched you squirm at the slow pace while pondering if he should just give it to you straight.

“Why are you going so slow Johnny,” you said while straining your body to get him to speed up, which he happily obliged to.

He began pumping in and out of you while he sucked on your clit, sending pleasure straight to your core. You whimpered at his fast pace and that skilled tongue of his, arching as you combed your fingers through his hair with a sigh of relief. The slow pace was agonizing and this felt so much better. The tip of his tongue began rapidly pounding against your clit. The room was silent except for the occasional wet sounds and moans that emitted from you. You tried to close your legs due to a tightening feeling forming in your stomach, which made him immediately stop what he was doing.

“Why’d you stop johnny?” you huffed in frustration with a displeased look on your face, not wanting him to stop.

“I told you not to move darling. You have to listen to me,” He went back to that same slow, excruciating pace as he circled your clit with his other hand stretching you out slowly, “but if you beg I’ll make ya cum real quick. Would you like that baby?” his head was tilted and he was smiling at you; he knew you wanted it badly.

“tsk.. please johnny… can you please make me cum? I’m begging you,” you begged with pleading eyes.

He chuckled in response, “yes ma’am.”

He loved the way you begged and the way his name rolled off your tongue. He immediately dove back into your cunt eating you out like it was his last meal. He gripped your legs to prevent you from moving which you were thankful for.

“Fuckkk,” you dragged that word out with a whimper, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach.

You whispered his name like it was a prayer, your high slowly approaching as you squirmed. You reached up to cup your breast, throwing your head back in pleasure. Letting out a loud moan you stopped moving, feeling your release finally arrive. But Johnny kept going.

“Keep going pretty girl,” he helped you ride out your high with his fingers as he went up to kiss you passionately.

“you’re so good at this…” you huffed, out of breath from your orgasm.

“And we haven't even started yet,” he stood up, taking his belt off and unzipping his pants.

He gave his dick a quick pump before stroking your slit with it. You jumped at the feeling of it, your clit still sensitive. He rubbed his dick against your clit a few times before slowly inserting just the tip, both of you taking in a sharp inhale at the feeling.

“Fuck…” He purred lowly.

He wasn’t particularly big but he wasn't small either, he was the perfect size for someone who knew what he was doing. You put your arms on his broad shoulders as his arms held your lower thighs. He placed them on each of his sides, leaving marks on them from how tight he was gripping you. He took it slow— inch by agonizing inch— watching with his mouth agape at your cunt stretching itself out for him. The tightness forced him to stuff himself fully inside you. He took this time to find your hand and interlace his with yours, wanting you to feel more connected with him.

“You’re really tight baby, you holding up all good?” he whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek followed by your lips.

“y-yea just getting used to you I guess,” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact; you’d rather not look at him as he’s stuffing you like a thanksgiving turkey.

“Good,” he started to slowly move, making sure you could get used to him.

His hand slipped away from yours, finding its way to your clit again and rubbing circles on it. You let out a muffled whimper as he kept touching you but you quickly covered your mouth.

“It's okay, let me hear ya pretty moans now,” he said looking down at you, trying to speed up his pace now that you were comfortable under him.

You let yourself be heard but kept your hand over your mouth, hiding your face from your boyfriend.

“Why are you hiding now, you’re so pretty,” he moved your hair out of the way.

Instead of pulling your hand away you kept it there, not wanting him to see your face.

“What are you doing that for?” He said with an eyebrow quirked, his hands moved to grip your wrists, pulling them to your sides making you be seen by him, “there you are…” you had no choice but to be seen struggling under his grip.

“yea I wanna see you, wanna see your face,” he was inches away from your face, just watching the way you moaned and how your eyebrows moved.

“stop looking so hard-” you playfully push him away, using the hand that was covering your mouth to cup your tits again.

“But you look so pretty baby,” he said while pulling you by the legs so he could close any distance between you, needing to feel you as much as humanly possible.

You felt your stomach tighten and put one of your hands on his shoulder, looking for something to grab onto. You were ready to feel your orgasm again, remembering how good it felt the last time.

“uh-uh baby. I need to get some pleasure too,” he said, removing his hand from your clit and increasing the speed at which he was pumping into you.

You pulled him in and switched positions so that now you were on top, “then let me make you feel good,” you had been waiting to say that, smiling hard at him seeing his shocked face.

“Okay then make me feel good my little cowgirl.”

You weren’t a cowgirl but you were gonna ride him like one.

“What feels good to you?” At first you were just dragging yourself on him. It felt good to you but does he feel the same?

“Give it a little bounce princess,” he looked up at you with a smirk on his lips, enjoying the view of you rubbing yourself on him and finding it pleasurable.

“Like this?” you were clueless on what made him feel good but you were trying.

You bounce on him trying to give him any pleasure you could. You kept bouncing, feeling his dick hit that tender spot inside you. You were messy and that's exactly how he liked it.

“Mhm keep going,” he let out a low moan, encouraging you to keep bouncing on his dick, but as you do it, it slips out all of a sudden.

“oh sorry…” you were a bit awkward but you redeemed yourself when you wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock, moving your hand from base to tip then back and finally slipping it back inside with a yelp.

He didn’t say it but that was pretty hot, he wished you would take his dick more often in the future, wrapping your small hands around him and pumping him before entering you.

“Talk to me johnny I wanna know how you feel,” you pleaded with your eyes, genuinely just wanting to know if he was enjoying this.

“Shhh,” he hushed you as one of his hands moved to your left boob, giving it a squeeze and the other hand squeezed your ass.

He was definitely enjoying himself having you on top of him; titties bouncing, a flushed look on your face, and your eyes almost closed.

“Mmm fuck I’m close,” he said moving his hands to your hips now gripping them with force, making you bounce at the speed that he commanded. He was thrusting up into you now with a sloppy rhythm, longing for that feeling of release.

“Me too,” you moaned, taking one of your hands that were supporting you down to your clit and rubbing and scissoring rapidly trying to chase your own orgasm.

“You’re so greedy,” he chuckled, seeing you so desperately trying to play with yourself, he slapped your hand away and rubbed your clit for you.

You both began moaning loudly as your orgasms were rapidly approaching. He came first, thrusting himself deep into you trying to pump you full of his load. He watched intently as you kept riding him, rubbing your clit and making you come undone on top of him, mixing your fluids together.

“So this was your first time, right?” he said, pulling your limp body close to his and rubbing your back with him still inside you.

“yea…” you said, kinda embarrassed he knew immediately.

He had now touched you in places only he knew.

“It’s alright, you did really well. It doesn't matter to me if it was your first time or not. I’ll always prioritize you first. Always, my little cowgirl,” he said, using his hand to lift your face and give your lips— which were glossy from all the biting and licking— a kiss.

You felt so tired you didn't even notice him pushing you down on the bed and bringing some wipes to clean you up.

You began to grow sleepy, rolling to your side as you yearned for the perfect sleeping position. He watched you roll around before eventually settling in and falling asleep, and decided to give you one final kiss on the forehead to let you know that he was there for you while you slept.

[lalalixa]

Cuisine

2 MONTHS AFTER THE COFFEE INCIDENT

"Oh fuck YESS! - FUCK ME HARDER DADDY!! Don't stop until you cum inside me! don't stop and keep fucking me pussy" Jennie shouts as you fuck her relentlessly

"Im cumming! don't stop DADDY! Im cumm-" Jennie's legs tremble to the ground as she cums while you fuck her, her legs starts to shake and you can feel her pussy letting out all the juices it has. You give her time to rest, but your cock is still inserted in her.

"Fuck Oppa!! everytime you fuck me, I always cum easily!" she stood up from the bed as she goes near you "If only Im not an Idol, I'll let you impregnate me" she whispers. hearing those words made your dick rise again, as you grabbed her hips you fuck her again through the whole night.

8:00AM IN THE STUDIO

"Good morning Oppa!" Lisa greeted you as usual, but something seems odd, she was alone, she is not with Rosé nor Jisoo. "Where are the others?" you ask her, "Oh Rosé has an event with YSL today and Jisoo unnie flew to Japan for her Cartier event" she answered.

A few minutes pass by, and things starts to turn awkward for the two of you. Lisa may be enthusiastic but she is really not that talkative to people she rarely knows, she would greet you, but she rarely engages a conversation. Lisa is very professional about work. So you try to make a conversation with her, to avoid the awkwardness on the room, you engage her first.

"Lisa, don't you have any schedules for today?" you started.

"Unfortunately, I don't have one yet Oppa, Im waiting for my manager to give me one, but I guess they're giving me a break."

"Well I guess you deserve it, you've been working for 3 whole months, no rests, Gala's after Gala's. Promotion after promotion, so yeah I guess you deserve some rest"

"Yeah I guess I do Oppa, but I got nothing to do, I can't fly to my family because there may be sudden changes at my schedule"

"Other than your family, where do you want to go? I'll drive you there, since Jennie and the others aren't here. You're already done with your part of the song, so wanna go?"

"Really Oppa!?!? OK I've been wanting to go to this Thai resto somewhere in Seoul, but Im not good at maps so maybe you can drive me there? I'll introduce you to Thai Cuisine!!" she said with an excited voice

"Yea sure let's go just show me where."

You get in the car with Lisa, and Lisa starts googling the Thai resto she is talking about. As you look at the map, Lisa starts to stare at you, At first its fine, but the longer she does it, the more it gets irritating.

"Lisa, is there something wrong in my face?" you ask her as you continue to drive

"No Oppa, Im just wondering, why don't you have a girlfriend until now? Lisa answered while still staring at you.

As you stop the car and park near, you look back to her, upon looking, you see her beautiful face staring at you. Perfect smile, shining eyes, beautiful hair, and so on. By the moment you look at her, You felt your heart beat fast, Your hands starts to get sweaty, and your mind goes blank. You can't help but be mesmerized by her charm and beauty.

"Oppa why are you staring at me now?" Lisa said. You woke back up to reality.

"Oh we are here already, Let's go!". As you and Lisa get out of the car, she gets excited because she finally get to taste her own cuisine.

"Oppa hurry up!!! Im gonna let you eat all the delicious food here!" She grabs you by the hand and went inside the resto.

"For two people please." you said calmly

"Is it a date sir?" the waitress said,

"Oh no, just grabbing lunch with my friend." you said nervously

"Oh is that so sir? you know that's how my parents started their relationship. Just grabbing lunch until they made me" The waitress said

You chuckled nervously as you try to wait for Lisa. She went back in the car to get her camera. And the moment she enters the resto, all the people in there started looking at her. "ITS LISAA!" someone shouted, and all the people started to run towards her. "CAN I GET A PICTURE WITH YOU?" "CAN I GET AN AUTOGRAPH?" "LISA LISA LISA LISA!!".

People started screaming and Lisa starts to panic, with no one protecting her, you run towards her and hugged her, "Lisa don't worry just come with me, we'll go to our table." As you try to protect Lisa, all the people in the resto started to follow you, "Can I get a private room please? so we can eat peacefully." you try to shout at the waitress because of all the noises of the people. "OK!" fortunately she heard it.

And as both of you enters the private room, the waitress followed you after. "Please forgive our customers, We will make them leave the restaurant if they try to bother you guys one more time." the waitress said. "Ok thank you, we'll wait for our food here." you said.

The waitress left the room, leaving the two of you behind. Lisa sits down at the chair across you, "Let's wait for our food". you said trying to comfort her in a friendly manner.

"Oppa."

"Hmm?" you said while looking at your phone, to see whether the fans have uploaded pictures of her.

"Does Jennie unnie taste good?" Lisa bluntly said.

Too petrified to speak. you froze while holding your phone, you try to give an answer but no words came out of your mouth.

"How long have you've been sleeping with her?" She asks again.

You try to compose yourself, sitting straight, you start to answer her questions.

"For about 2 months now. Since when did you found out?"

"Last week. How did it start?"

"From the coffee incident 2 months ago."

You start exchanging questions and answers. Then she asked

"Does Jennie unnie feel good whenever you fuck her?" Lisa asks bluntly with a serious face.

You try to find the right words, so that it doesn't sound bad. "I guess so, why do you ask?" you asked her back. "Well Jennie unnie still manages to have fun while working. And I can't stand that. While we suffer, she get's to have fun. Isn't that unfair?"

You didn't know what was running through your mind, except the fact that Lisa is trying to separate you and Jennie from each other.

Not wanting to be separated, you try to bribe her. "Lisa, you can have fun too, I'll take you to places, wherever you want to go, just don't snitch on us." you said. "Oppa, I've been to paris and america more times than I can remember, I have explored all the beautiful things in the world. And thats all you can offer? Just so I won't snitch?" Lisa continues to add wood from the fire, making the conversation worse.

"Jennie is the only reason Im excited to go home at night, because of her, I can also have fun. Taking away her happiness means taking away mine. Jennie makes me feel good after all the shit Im going through. And you're gonna take that away?" words came out of your mouth out of desperation. Lisa was shocked by the words you just said. You looked down and try to hide your embarrassing face.

"Well, there is something You can offer that I can accept Oppa, And I'll make sure you're gonna feel good twice as much as you feel good from Jennie unnie" Lisa said with a seductive voice. You gulped as you try to listen to her offer. "Fuck me." only two words came out of her mouth, yet your dick rises up, you try to compose yourself and looked at her straight in the eyes. "What?"

"I said fuck me. You said you can bring me anywhere I want right?"

"Yeah and, how is having sex related to this?"

"Send me to heaven, I want to feel what Jennie unnie feels."

You were stunned once again, You can't help but stutter as she continues to elaborate the offer. Minutes later, the waitress went in with the food. "Here is your food sir and miss Lisa. I hope you can enjoy them. The people who were bothering you earlier left already, so there is nothing to worry about" The waitress said. After the waitress left the room, Lisa stares at you with her seductive look.

"So introduce me to Thai Cuisine." you said trying to forget what she said earlier. As you try to eat, Lisa can't help but look at you. You try to ignore her by complimenting the dishes. After you ate, Lisa went inside the car first, You paid for the food and thank the waitress. And the moment you entered the vehicle, what you see in the back made you dick rise again.

"Oppa, you forgot to taste one thing, After lunch you should have some dessert Oppa, look Your dessert is waiting for you." You can't help but gulp by what you're seeing, Lisa removed her pants leaving her panties in her.

"Come here Oppa, taste your dessert" Lisa said with a seductive voice. She slides her underwear to the side, giving you a clear look of her wet juicy pussy. Without hesitation you went to the back of the car, quickly giving her a kiss while your hands go directly to her pussy.

"Fuck Oppa, you finger me good! keep going!" Lisa said as you kiss her beautiful neck, as you continue to kiss her, Lisa undresses you, She starts to take off your pants, leaving you with your underwear on. "Lisa are you sure about this?" You ask her before moving your next destination. "Yes Oppa, fuck me till I can't walk."

You took off you underwear, lining it between Lisa's pussy, after teasing it a couple of times, Lisa stopped you. "Oppa I told you to taste your dessert, you're not gonna insert it in without tasting it will you?" Lisa said. As you kneel down with you face close to Lisa's heavenly pussy, you start to insert two of your fingers while you lick her clit. "Fuck YES! im dying for this moment!" Lisa moaned as she holds your head. "Keep doing it Oppa! Don't stop! make me cum with your tongue" Lisa said as she moans loudly. You removed your fingers from her pussy, replacing it with your tongue, then used your left hand to play with her clit, and used your right hand to grope her tits. Lisa feeling so much pleasure she starts pulling your head from her pussy, making your tongue goes deep inside her. As her moans grow louder and louder, You start licking her aggressively, "Oppa don't stop Im cumming! don't st-" Her pussy starts to shake, releasing all her tasty juices, her legs starts shaking, Lisa still not letting go of your head, you slurp all her juices, licking it, savoring it. With Lisa exhausted, she finally lets go of your head, with your hand still in one of her tits, you look up and said "Lisa you haven't satisfied me yet, you have yo return the favor." you sat up, and lined your dick in her pussy, you slowly insert it in, feeling it tight within her walls, throbbing and juicy. You insert it all the way through, "FUCK OPPA!" Lisa screams as you insert your dick deep inside her. you start thrusting slowly, letting her adjust to your dick, "You're so big Oppa!!" You went near her and started kissing her neck once again, "Tell me when you're ready, I'll savor every part of you." you said in a seductive voice. You start by kissing her neck, then slowly moving down to her breast, first you start groping her with her Celine bra, "Oppa don't, there's not much in there" she said while moving your head away. "I don't care, You're Lalisa Manobal for christ sake, anything and everything about you is perfect." you said as you lift her bras, giving you a fresh look of her tits. You start groping her tits, then lick them slowly, while your other hand, roams around one breast, you start to suck on the other one. Lisa moans quietly as you suck on her titties. "Oppa Im ready, you can tear me apart now." By the moment she said those words, you thrusted deep in her while still sucking on her tits. "FUCK! ITS SO BIG" she moans loudly, you continue thrusting her, removing your head from her tits, you kiss her to lessen the noise coming out of her mouth, you steadily build up your speed as Lisa crossed her legs and grabbed your back to keep you in her. As you kiss her beautiful lips, you notice her one hand going down on her pussy, you see Lisa rubbing her own clit. And as she do so, you thrust farther and deeper, faster but passionately making love.

"Fuck Oppa I-can-feel-my-insides-being- wrecked!" Lisa said as you keep thrusting.

"Don't stop Oppa!! Im cumming again!" Lisa shouts as her orgasm is getting near. And by the moment you thrust you feel her inside release her juices, coating your cock with her juice. You removed your cock giving her time to rest again. Then inserted it back in. "Lisa Im cumming soon." You said. "Oppa you can't cum inside me, Im not taking pills." She said in a worried voice, "Don't worry, I'll pull out" you said confidently. You fucked her again, going in deep making her moan, she took out her tongue while you fuck her relentlessly, you kissed her mouth again, savoring every last bit. "Lisa Im cumming!!" you said, then lisa pushes you away, as you try to take out your cock. You released your cum in her belly. staining her beautiful body, While Lisa catches her breath, you sit beside her, grabbing the tissues from behind the car. As you try to clean her up, she stares at you again, "Did you have fun? Did I send you to heaven?" You said while helping her clean herself up. She laughed and said "Yes Oppa I had fun, And yes You have sent me to heaven." She said with a smile on her face.

You gave Lisa a peck as she tries to fix her hair. "Why do you like my lips so much Oppa?! You have been kissing me earlier and yet you're giving me small kisses again." She said, "Oh is that even a question? I just like Thai food. Especially YOU" You said with a smile on your face. She gave you a peck and smiled again.

"Ok we have to get going! Your manager might find you!" You sit back in the driver seat, while Lisa follows you to the front, "Hey Oppa, since you like my lips that much, why not let your cock taste it?" she said with a seductive smile. "But Lisa I'm going to drive, do you want for us to crash?" You said in a worried voice, "Don't worry Oppa, you don't have to do anything, just focus on the road, while your dick fucks my face" she said then winked.

[babiebom]

Would I give them head?

A/N: I am so sorry for this I'm writing it at 3 am and I couldn't get it out of my head. I've been giggling for the past 10 minutes like a 7th grader. Also if you are reading this let me know if I should do something special for 50 followers. I know it's not a lot but I am so grateful! If yes let me know what I should do!

Tw: sexual content. Not explicit but it like look at the title. Cursing.

Genre: headcanons nsfw

Wc: idk it depends on which person. Probably 2+ for each.

This is including almost every male stardew character(obviously no kids) plus ridgeside plus expanded but not all because I cannot remember every single character and I don't wanna research rn.

Masterlist

Sebastian

Duh no doubt about it

He is the love of my life (well one of them)

I would give him the best head wymmmmm

Sam

Yes boy deserves it

Golden retriever coded guys deserve good head idc

Shane

Love sad men it's a yes

Kinda wanna make him cry because it's so good.

Maybe I can cure him

Elliott

No

Sorry it's not that I dislike him he's just not my favorite?

Maybe once as a treat but no other time than that

Harvey

Yeah he's the doctor for a small town

I gotta

Maybe he will stop billing me everytime I die

Alex

No

I am not attracted to this man he is more bestie coded to me

If he asked i would allow him a handjob I guess

Gus

Nope

Maybe he gets a Lil handjob as a treat because his food is good

Gunther

Maybe?

He kinda-

But not enough idk....

George

The reason I am writing this r n

The answer is no but the thought of doing it made me cackle

Lewis

Absolutely not

Fuck you old man

Pierre

NO

I hate this lying ass bitch I give you a kick

Willy

No sorry

He prolly smells like fish and salt and I am not fond

Love him tho stinky man

Kent

YES

would give him the sloppiest toppy known to man

He deserves it he needs it i want it pls bless me

I could beat Jodi's ass if it comes to it idc

Victor

Yes

I find him quite cute overlooking his slight classism.

Also for standing up to his mom for himself love that him

Demetrius

No

I'd rather give Robin head

He deserves no head for being crappy stepdad

Marlon

No

As much as I like him he probably does not shower

Also he is for the marnie's only

Clint

No

I wanna punch him so bad

Mr Qi

Maybe?

I don't find him attractive

But at the same time I find him mysterious and the might just be enough to convince me

Grandpa

HA

HAAAAAAA

no what is wrong with you

Andy

No

Prolly tastes like battery acid

He also gives off racist vibes

Wizard

Yeah

He's chill he can get some head

Morris

Maybe for a discount

Im equating Joja to Coke and I like coke

So only if he promises to give me a discount on stuff I want

Phillip

YES

Another love of my life

It was unexpected for me to love him but he is so cute to me

June

Yuperoni pepperoni

We love a man who is talented

Could easily convince me to give him head if he plays the piano for me ngl

Jeric

Maybe

I love but also hate him

He also gives off bestie vibes

Shiro

Yeah

I feel like he needs it:(

Ezekiel

No

I do however wanna smack his bald head

Not in a mean hateful kid of way I just wanna smack it

Lorenzo

Dilf Ngl

Maybe its because of his name idk

Answer is yes

Kimpoi

It was here where I started looking up characters bc i felt bad for leaving them out

No thank you I will not

Lance

Don't know much about him but I think hes cute so yes

His hair is cool

Isaac

Again don't know much about him hopefully he is not a child

But yeah he's cute so he gets a Lil head from me

Ian

If he takes a shower yes

Otherwise no

Kenneth

Yeah

I like his hair and I think he's cool for being an electrician

I know nothing else about him

Sean

Yeah he's cute so he can have some head

Im so sorry for not knowing im too busy simping over Seb and Phillip ngl

Anton

Uhhhhhh

Uhhhhhhhhhmaybe?

Im not attracted but unattracted to him so sure

Bryle

No

He reminds me of family

Like his face

Jio

Yea

As I have said before I love a mysterious man

Love a man with a sword

Zayne

I have no idea what this is

But I guess??

Have no reason to hate him so sure

Bert

No

He looks stinky :((

I also feel like his wife would beat my ass

Freddie

No

He is for the Lola's only

I also feel like he wouldn't be able to feel it

Mr Aguar

No

I do not enjoy his face

Pika

Simply because im assuming his food is good

I'll say sure simply for free food

Richard

No

So sorry

But no

Sonny

I will give him a platonic handjob

He deserves it bc he's a butler and probably does not get a day off with this family

[crushedsweets]

do you perhaps have any or more ticciwork hcs.. like how they are with each other 😊😊 !1!1 idk!! any hcs that has something to do with them together. I heart them

hi anon. i got u . i got u . i got u. this is more how they meet in my au. ill do cutesy headcanons eventually. i tried to break this up into different sections but its kinda long and a lot to swallow ... sorry LOL. it doesnt even get outright shippy/romantic but its cool

OK BACKSTORY

ok so in my au. the operator is what drove toby to kill his dad, and he spent a couple months under the operators influence acting like an entire menace. tim and brian got orders from slender to intercept this, but slender realized toby would follow like a loyal dog after being 'saved'. so proxy toby it is.

clockwork was under the operators influence right before her trip to the psychiatric ward, and it lasted maybe 7 months? luckily for Her, her family's death and her disappearance went relatively under the radar cuz theyre seen 'trailer trash' with no friends/presence in any community. she's fighting to hold down a job since she keeps getting fired for going weeks with no contact.

ok HOW THEY MET

they met because toby was stalking a household that natalie wanted to kill the dad of. natalie would be in the middle of an operator episode, where she's behaving erratically, her eyes were glossed over, she is SIGNIFCANTLY stronger than usual. typically, toby would be much stronger than this lanky malnourished girl, but not that night.

they got into a bit of a tussle that Toby's struggling to win. a light in the house turned on cuz of the noise and toby was like Oh fuck this. and he runs off. the flash of the light kinda disturbed clocky and she half regains her senses and runs off too, but still not fully in control. she doesnt realize that shes following toby, but the operator knows this is another chance to kill one of slender's proxies (plus the operator was in control of toby a year prior, before slender took over).

eventually tobys back on the path to the forest, walking through some rural cornfield area and thinking long and hard about nat. and shes looking for him. shes being insanely fucking creepy and slashing at the corn and bushes (she has a machete now). toby tics, and she yells about how she hears him, etc. he's starting to piece together that shes under the operators influence and hes like 'slenders gonna be so hyped i got him a new proxy' (slender does not want her .)

HOW THEY....became friends..?

he eventually plays a game of cat and mouse and gets her to follow him to the cabin. pretty quickly tim and brian are up and they get her down, duct taped her arms, tied her to a random pipe in the kitchen, and spend some time debating on what to do. shes swapping between screaming, thrashing, foaming at the mouth and just sitting there silently staring off into the void and swaying. eventually she gets out of the episode and she's acting normal, albeit angry and covered in dirt. they get her off the pipe and talk to her.

ive mentioned how slender um kinda grossly leaks an inky liquid.... and it has effects... ok yea drink that and the operator eventually loses control over you. toby kinda explains it to her. in complete desperation and exhaustion, natalie's like "you can fix this ? you can stop the amnesia and waking up in random peoples blood??? you can stop me from going into random fucking cornfields acting like a monster????". toby was like yea:3 SURE CAN

but it hurts. its physically painful, mentally exhausting, it's almost like withdrawal symptoms. It can take a couple weeks to months to finally get the operator off, and multiple doses of the ink. again, tim and brian do NOT live full time at the cabin, so she's left with toby mostly. its really uncomfortable. theyre both awkward assholes. tobys intentionally blunt, natalie grew up with no filter. but toby has this weird complex where he's convinced the boss is gonna be soooo happy that toby did this 'for him.' so he keeps it up.

usually they just kinda coexist.. but tobys on edge all the time. the second she gets weirdly quiet and starts spacing out, toby gets kinda aggressive and starts suggesting he needs to restrain her or some weird shit. they have gotten into another physical fight when she was in another episode, but tim and brian pulled them off of eachother. she rarely remembers it, and toby doesnt bring it up cuz hes embarrassed that natalie is as strong as him when under the influence. but she's ..kinda like a willing prisoner ? she really doesnt wanna be there but she wants to be done with feeling possessed. occasionally she gets really violent and her eyes roll back and she has to be duct taped and locked in a room over night or else she might kill toby. the next morning toby mumbles apologies as he cuts off the tape and rubs her wrists for her. she understands, even if she hates it.

AFTER THE OPERATOR

a couple weeks go by of pain, then a month of normalcy. the operator gets his claws off natalie and she's like. ugh. ok. that fucking sucked ass. fuck you guys. but thanks.

slenderman doesnt want her. she literally doesnt care that he doesnt want her tho LMFAO she didnt want to be a proxy. tobys pissed and is mad at her for like a week even tho its not even her fault. but anyway..

tim hated being around her because 1. it hurts to see a young girl crying and writhing in pain 2. it hurts to see what you used to be like. brians chill, he always fed her, he's brought her some books and stuff.

but, of course, she spent the most time with toby - and they got closer. theyd sit and talk, he'd bring her around the forest, kinda explain a lot of um. The Lore. LOL. toby introduced her to jack, theyve gone swimming together, taught her how to cut down trees, she's drawn him and he's in awe. she loves books and stories but has pretty bad dyslexia, so he read a book out loud for her once. they kinda both poked fun at eachother ('ur stutter is making this annoying' 'at least i can fucking read') and ended up never doing that again LMFAOOO but he started hooking up audio books for her. it was kinda cringe for them both, but a sweet gesture

she finally started working as a waitress/bartender in this underground shady ass bar. the patrons started to love her bc she's tall like a model, long hair, nice voice, witty, has a sharp tongue. fits right in with the grimy atmosphere. toby gets grossed out anytime he comes to visit her/pick her up and middle aged men are saying bye to her. he doesnt know if its jealousy or if its generally just ew. she rightfully complains about it tho so he's like 'heh.... knew it.... she wouldnt want those guys.....' hes so annoying i love him

he helps fix up a nice little barn for her, cuz slender gets riled up anytime she's at the cabin for more than a few days. something something about not wanting a distraction or 'outsiders' there.

but yeah :3

they never end up dating in my lore though. they never even admit having feelings for eachother. nats real good at pushing these things down, and toby just doesnt think its worth it. (plus i want toby to also have a little arc with jack.. LMFAOAOAO SORRY im a ticciwork and ticcijack shipper my bad).

eventually they do stop having feelings for eachother, but everything remains the same. theyre really close. theyre cute. i love them.

thank you anon