#tell me other than the lipstick cheek/what is wrong with you when was the last time Joyce interacted with her older son?

[jonathanbyersphd]

Me, waiting to see how exactly they plan to resolve Jonathan's storyline now that they've reintegrated him back into the Byers family:

[tim-shii]

📱 break the internet !

sypnosis: you, blue lock boys and tiktok trends. what could possibly go wrong?

features: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin

a/n: not proofread i apologize also let me know if you want a part 2 !

okokokok / lalalala — isagi yoichi

isagi is the lalalala and the okokokok. he is both. he rambles to you a lot. talking about the things he passed by while on the way to you or maybe he'll talk to you about his most recent game where he scored the last goal. you don't know a lot about soccer? that's okay! isagi is more than happy to discuss to you how the game works and the terms commonly used on the field. 

however, isagi is also a great listener. he looks at you and focuses only at you as you talk. maybe you're complaining about your professor who loves torturing his students by assigning a new homework every hour. or perhaps you were telling him the latest gossip in the hollywood scene, god knows a new one pops up every two days, or maybe minutes. 

he's attentive to every word you say. and when you bring up the topic again another day, he butts in and smiles widely when you applaud him for remembering. it's like he has the key words and important notes listed in his head. of course, this also applies to everything you say in passing, whether you said it intentionally or not. 

on a monday morning, isagi will randomly knock at your door. a necklace in hand, one you mentioned during your date night five weeks ago.

heart photobooth — bachira meguru

bachira was the one who showed you the trend. braging in your shared room with a wide grin on his face before belly flopping beside you on the bed. he pushes the phone in your face, excitedly chanting let's do it! let's do it! so you say yes, of course. who can ever say no to him anyways.

he proposes to do three videos of the same trend. one with him doing the frames, another with you and one with both of you alternating to do the frames of four sides. you start off with being the frame. as you follow your arm along the line shown on screen, bachira runs around behind you trying to pose quickly as the timer before each snap is no longer than five seconds.

you laugh under your breath as bachira runs around, almost toppling over several times until he finally does. he slips on a lone sock laying on the ground and fell on his back. gasping, you run to his side and grab his face, silently muttering if he has a concussion or not. bachira only laughs at you then pulls you down with him, you head resting on his chest.

at the end you guys only got to film one video. but on the good side, said video went viral and many comments talk about how you two are such a cute couple and bullying the hell out of the sock bachira slipped on.

half and half heart on each other's cheeks — itoshi rin

convincing rin to do this was easy. just say you want a wallpaper and he's agreeing almost too immediately. he has thoughts of backing out when he sees you pull out a tube of lipstick though. he scoots closer when you usher him to. phone stood on a water tumbler, recording each passing second. 

you grab his face with one hand, turning so his left cheek is facing you. you drag the pigment in an almost c shape pattern along his chiseled features. smooshing your cheek with his as soon as the lipstick leaves his face. he grunts as he was taken aback, grabbing on your waist for support. he looks at you with a love in his eyes when you pull away and saw a matching c shape mark on your cheek. 

reaching out to stop the video, you pull rin closer to you again. this time, angling his face so a heart forms in between you two. seeing you struggle to take the photo, rin takes the phone into his arms and stretched out his arm, clicking it after. he pulls away from you to admire the picture. exiting the camera app and opening his contact to send the picture to himself at that very moment. he kisses your cheek while you're editing the video, chin propped up on your shoulder, warm breaths hitting your neck.

unfortunately, his teammates saw the video going around tiktok and constantly spams his phone. best believe, the only thing they're receiving from him is his cold shoulder and death glares. he's happy he has a new lockscreen though. and a cute one at that.

likes & reblogs are appreciated !

[jadewolf22]

Lipstick and Roses

Fem!Dom!Reader X Sub!Larissa  

Warnings: Biting Kink, fingering, eating out, face riding, biting kink (if you squint), fluff, ect… 

Word Count: 1,262 

You couldn't help but smile as you made the 10 minute drive from your flower shop in Jericho up to Nevermore. You looked over at the pale pink roses you had brought for your girlfriend, the school's sexy principal, Larissa Weems. The two of you had known each other from Nevermore when you were teens but hadn't started dating until last year. You, like Larissa, were an unusual outcast, a pyrokenetic. Larissa found it funny that someone prone to starting fires chose to spend their days surrounded by plants, but you loved your job just as much as she loved hers.  

Parking in front of the school, you grabbed the flowers from the passenger's seat, quickly making your way up to Larissa's office. You opened the door to her office without bothering to knock, surprised to find the room empty.  Placing the flowers in a vase on her desk you looked around the majestic room. The large, unique fireplace was always the first thing to catch your eye, the white granite standing out against the red and gold on the walls. All of the wood furnishing and accents were made of mahogany, a long leather couch sat in front of the fireplace, a matching set of chairs in front of Larissa's desk. You looked up at the golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling, noticing for the first time that the room's ceiling was one large mirror.  

Your attention was drawn to the doors separating Larissa's office from her personal quarters as soft sobs reached your ears. You walked to the door and turned the handle only to find it locked. 

"Larissa," you called softly, figuring Larissa was just watching a movie and had the volume up pretty high, "Baby, it's me. Can you open the door, please?" 

There was no response. Just more crying. 

"Larissa," you called again in a firmer tone, "open the door, please." 

Still no response. 

"Ris, don't play this game with me, please. Open the door." You commanded, turning the knob frantically and pressing your weight against the door. 

"Larissa, open the door!" you demanded, hitting your hand on the door.  

Still she ignored you, the sobbing growing louder. You sighed, mumbling to yourself as you pulled a bobby pin from your hair, carefully picking the lock. You opened the door, fully intending to scold Larissa, but stopping when you stepped inside. Larissa sat on the edge of her bed, her face buried in her hands, her body trembling while she sobbed. Little drops of blood ran down her arms from scratches in her skin. Behind the bed shattered glass from the broken mirror on her dresser littered the floor, a heavy book lying amidst the mess. 

You ran forward, taking her hands as you knelt down in front of her. Larissa looked at you through puffy, bloodshot eyes, with an almost guilty look. She clearly hadn't wanted you to see her like this.  

"Larissa, what's wrong?" You asked, a shadow of concern darkening you eyes. 

"I can't do this anymore!!" Larissa cried, more tears spilling down her cheeks, "I can't– No matter what I do I am never enough–!"  

Your heart shattered at her words. Over and over, like a broken record, she repeated them, each one stabbing your heart as much as hers.  

"Stop." you commanded in a gentle, yet firm tone as you stood up, "Stand up . . . there's something I want you to see . . ." 

Reluctantly, Larissa allowed you to pull her to her feet, leading her out to her office. Gently, you pushed Larissa down onto the couch, walking over to the door and locking it before turning back to her.  

"Lay down." you commanded, "Look at the ceiling." 

Larissa nodded, laying down on the couch as you came to straddle her waist.  

"You are more than enough, Ris." You whispered into her ear, pressing a kiss to her temple as your hands slowly began removing her clothing, "Anyone who tells you differently is blind."  

Larissa whimpered as you slid her dress off of her, pressing kisses to her shoulders and chest, sliding your hands underneath her and unclipping her bra, tearing it off of her and attaching your mouth to one of her breasts. Larissa gasped, grabbing at your back and shoulders, tearing her nails down your dress, tugging at the hem. You hummed, sitting up and allowing her to remove your dress and bra. 

Pressing your bare chests together you bite down on the junction of her neck, snaking one hand under the band of her underwear, inserting a finger into her aching pussy.  

Larissa moaned against your ear as you began pumping your finger in and out of her. You smiled, continuing to place bites over her neck and shoulders.  

"Keep looking at the ceiling, love," you whispered, inserting a second finger, "Watch me show you how much I think you're worth." 

Larissa whimpered and moaned as she watched you fuck her, tears slipping down her cheeks which you kissed away, the salty taste of her tears filling your mouth.  

"Y/n– Y/n, can I–?" Larissa struggled to speak as her walls closed around your fingers. 

"You don't have to ask tonight, darling," you whispered huskily, "Whenever you're ready . . ." 

Larissa came with a loud, broken moan, her body convulsing as she rode out her high on your fingers. The smell of her arousal  in the air turned you feral. You gave a low, animalistic growl as you slid down her body, lowering your face to her glistening cunt. Moaning, you slid your tongue through her folds, skillfully eating her out, her hips bucking up into your face. 

"Is this what you want, darling?" You growled, digging your fingers into Larissa's hips to keep her still, "You want Mommy to eat her beautiful girl out?" 

"Yes!" Larissa breathed, squirming beneath you as your tongue found a new, faster, rhythm, "Yes, Mommy– Oh GOD–!!" 

With no warning Larissa came, her cum flooding your mouth and spilling down your chin. You growled, licking her clean and wiping her cum off your chin, licking it off of your hand.  

"Y/n . . ." Larissa whimpered through her post-orgasm bliss. 

"Yes, love?" 

"Let me taste you . . . Please?!" 

You couldn't help but smile at how desperate Larissa was to please you, even when she was the one who desperately needed to be fucked. 

"Okay . . ." you whispered, "If it'll make you happy." 

"Yes, yes! Please, yes!!" Larissa cried, reaching her arms out towards you.  

You chuckled at her neediness, slowly crawling up to straddle her face. Larissa moaned in delight, pushing aside the fabric of your underwear and inserting her tongue into you. You gasped, gripping the back and arm of the couch for support.  

"That's it– Yes, baby, right there– Ah!" You praised, your hips bucking to match the rhythm of her tongue, "Such a good girl– Such a good girl for Mommy– Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum so hard– Shit!" 

With a final swipe of her tongue through your folds you came, riding out your high on her tongue as she quickly lapped up your cum, eating it as if she were starved.   

You rolled off of her, pressing Larissa between you and the back of the couch. You toyed with her hair, pressing kisses to every part of her face you could reach.  

"Thank you," she whispered, burying her face in the crook of your neck. 

"You are a fucking goddess, understand?" you whispered firmly, "Don't ever let yourself think you're anything less." 

Larissa nodded, quickly drifting off to sleep in your arms.

[stvharrngton]

Last day for requests right?! 🔥 Steve + a kink.

Spit kink and begging, pretty please!

couldn’t be more happy that you’re my last request for the 1k blurbs! thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy! i’m so sorry it took me ages to get round to this sigh 🥺 @simping-over-boys-with-trauma

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (m receiving), face fucking, begging, spit kink/play

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

1k celebration

Steve loved to see you messy for him. Loved to see your pretty little cunt covered in your own arousal and his spit, smeared all over your thighs and watching as his saliva trickled down your pussy to your puckered hole.

Loved to see your lips wet, your own spit still connecting your mouth to his cock, mascara stained cheeks and your lipstick smudged. Drool dripping down your chin and onto your tits.

So when you cooed in his ear in the corner of the party, your hand pressed to his firm chest, muttering how much you wanted his cock in your mouth he practically dragged you away. Feet stumbling home as fast as you could go.

He had you on your knees on your bedroom floor in a flash, Steve perched on the edge of the bed as his thumb rubbed over your bottom lip. The front of your dress pulled down to allow your tits to spill over the material.

“Pretty girl wanna suck my cock, hm?” He asked, his thumb pushing past the threshold of your lips now.

You nodded as your tongue swirled around him, big doe eyes blinking up at him.

“Yeah?” he cooed, sucking in a breath, “know you’ll suck it so good, baby. But you better be a good girl and beg for it.”

Your eyes grew impossibly wider, thighs clenching at his words. You released Steve’s thumb with a pop, tongue darting out to wet your lips. A breath caught in your throat, a shudder shaking your skin.

Unable to speak, you stuttered and stumbled over your words, feeling heat rise to your already warm cheeks. Your fingers wrapped around Steve’s ankles, tugging on the cuffs of his jeans. A silent question you were a little too flustered to ask.

“What’s wrong, honey? Cat got your tongue?” Steve teased, your chin pinched between his fingers. He chuckled as you shook your head with urgency.

“Come on, baby. Tell me. Tell me how bad you want my big cock in that tight little mouth of yours,” Steve hushed, his other hand coming to palm the bulge beneath his jeans, “can you do that for me?”

Your eyes flitted from Steve’s intense gaze down to where his hand moved over himself, swallowing the lump in your throat along the way, “Stevie, please, baby. Want your cock.”

“Please. You can do better than that.”

You winced at his words, the slight mocking lacing his tone. Huffing through your nose you shifted on your knees, “Please? Let me suck on your cock? Want it so bad, wanna feel you in my throat, Steve. Please, I’ll be good,” you whined, keening on your heels, “I’ll be a good girl, Steve.”

“Oh,” he cooed, “yeah, that’s a good girl, baby.” His large palm came to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip again, ”Now, open your mouth, pretty.”

Your lips parted as you blinked up at Steve, his larger frame towering over yours on the floor. He brought his lips to yours, barely an inch apart as he trickled a sliver of his saliva into your mouth, tongue darting out to lick into your mouth.

The kiss was wet and down right sloppy, tongues mixing together as you licked into each other’s mouths. Both of your lips left wet as you pulled apart.

You watched in anticipation as Steve moved to push his jeans and boxers down his legs, throwing them across the room to be forgotten about. Cock hard and throbbing, the tip already leaking and waiting.

“Keep that pretty mouth of yours open, honey.” Steve mused as he pushed himself forward, hand stroking over his cock as he tapped it on your tongue you so kindly stuck out for him.

You wrapped your lips around the head, tongue swirling around him. Steve let out a raspy groan, his hand wrapping around your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.

He watched with heavy eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, taking him inch by inch until you felt the tip brush the back of your throat. Tears brimmed at your lashes as your eyes squeezed shut, heavy breaths puffing through your nose.

“Oh fuck,” Steve moaned, toes curling into the carpet as he felt the tightness of your throat engulf him, “that’s it, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

You hummed around him, the vibrations going straight to his head and cock. A pretty sound pulled from his throat as he rolled his head back in pleasure, hands moving to hold your head in place, fingers curling through your hair.

Steve began to thrust his cock in your mouth, hips lifting off the edge of the bed as he pistoned in and out of you. Heavy balls slapping against your chin, your nose nestled in the thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

“Take my cock so well, don’t you, baby?” Steve moaned, a sweet whine escaping his lips, “Look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full, huh?”

You whined around the base of his shaft as he hit the back of your throat once more. Tears fell down your cheeks, mascara smearing in their wake. The hot burn got a little too much as you gagged on his cock, pulling off his length as you pulled off him.

Steve was in awe of you below. Eyes wet and glassy as the smudgey black streaks stained your cheeks. Your mouth messy with spit, a thin string running from your plush lips to his cock. Your chin was covered in it and Steve could have cum right there and then just from the sight of you.

He groaned from above as your mouth chased his aching cock, his fingers coaxing you forward as they raked through your hair.

“Please fuck my mouth, Stevie. Want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Shit, yeah?” Steve groaned but nodded, stuffing his cock past the threshold of your lips once more.

Steve built his pace up, grunting and groaning with every thrust of his hips. He combed his fingers through his hair before they came to wrap around your throat, feeling the outline of his cock to feel himself there.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he whimpered, hips moving faster as he began to stutter, praise tumbling from his lips like a song, “gonna swallow my cum, baby, hm?”

You hummed around him as you blinked up at him all bleary eyed, hand reaching up to cup his heavy balls as they rested against your chin. You knew he was close by how his thighs clenched with every thrust, his moans and whines becoming louder and higher in pitch.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Steve breathed out, hips faltering as his thrusts became faster and harder, tip bruising the back of your throat, “take my cum, baby, fuck, that’s it.”

Mumbles of praise and your name tumbled past Steve’s pretty pink lips as his thighs clenched and his abs contorted. Breathy moans long and drawn out as he came undone above you, ropes of hot cum spilling down your throat.

You swallowed every drop as Steve hunched over you, chest heaving as he caught his breath. A thin sheen of sweat coated his firm body as the roots of his hair grew damp.

“Fuck, baby,” he chuckled, hand raking through his soft locks, “I gotta get you to beg more often, huh?”

[galaxytastes]

some random clorivia hcs? 🥺

Oh my heavens aren't you just a sweetie, asking me about my fav Sapphic ship... I think about them so often, so this will be my PLEASURE. Clorivia headcanon dump, lets GOOOOO.

~This is the biggest one. Shorter Clorinde. Just a bit shorter, but its very obvious when Navia wears her tallest boots. Even as young girls, Navia was always just a few inches taller. Perfect for forehead kisses!

~During their childhood DND days, Clorinde first started out with a swashbuckler rogue character, but eventually preferred using a bard. Her instrument of choice was the lute. Navia would get a kick out of seeing Clorinde try to rizz up traders and shopkeepers with her bard-ish charm.

~Navia and Clorinde prefer tea and cakes, but on occasion, they'll share some cocktails or wine. Navia is a giggly drunk, but she can hold her drink better than any of the men in the Spina di Rosula. When Navia starts laughing at even the most unfunny statements, Clor knows its time to take her home. Clorinde on the other hand is a huge lightweight. She's very affectionate when she drinks, often forgetting about the rest of the world and starts babbling out lovely sweet nothings and risky touches that turn Navia as pink as a rainbow rose. After just one glass, Clorinde starts smiling like an idiot, asking Navia to sit on her lap.

~Clorinde and Navia love to exchange flowers with one another, even before they became romantic partners. Clorinde loves to leave flowers for Navia in private during their candlelight dinners, never getting tired of the infectious giggle and smile she is given in return. Navia prefers to gift the bouquets in public, especially at work or in front of friends. Clorinde blushes like crazy and puffs her cheeks up while everyone stares. (Navia knows what she's doing)

~While Clor does prefer more neutral/muted clothing when off the clock, she will rarely dress up when Navia asks her nicely. She even allowed Navia to drag her to Chiori's Boutique for a big poufy dress with ribbons and pearls. She only groaned just a little. (She secretly enjoyed it. Only that one time, though.)

~The whole "my lipstick would look good on you" thing is very much a love language between Clorinde and Navia. If someone pays very close attention, they would see the peachy pink blush that adorns Navia's round cheeks is sometimes very softly brushed over Clor's cheeks. At times, the familiar smell of Clorinde's cologne will fill the room, but instead it is Navia you find there instead. And Clorinde is often found fiddling with pearl earrings that look a lot like the ones Navia wore last week! Sharing is caring!

~Navia spent a lot of her childhood dancing with her father, balancing on his tip toes while rocking side to side. It got her in the habit of asking Clorinde to do the same. Tiny Navia would offer her hand like the gentlelady she is and Clorinde would accept awkwardly and they would share little girl tip toe dancing, but this time, Navia would lead, letting Clorinde use her feet to balance as she twirled them as her father taught her. Now as adults, the women still love dancing together, but in private, Navia tugs Clorinde onto her feet, letting the tired champion duelist wobble back and forth.

~Wriothesley was the first person Clorinde (accidentally) confessed her feelings for Navia to, after the "incident." The two spent a lot of time together and he could tell something was wrong, especially with how often Clor wanted to spar. He saw how she threw herself into the fights recklessly, leaving herself open with every turn. He pressed her on the issue mid-fight and thanks to adrenaline, exhaustion from the lack of sleep or maybe just grief, she blurted out her "unrequited" feelings for her childhood friend. The fight was quickly stopped and the talk was continued over tea. He's good at keeping secrets.

I have a lot, but this is getting kind of long! If you'd like more/a longer post, just let me know and I would be happy to ramble on about my dearest girls. Or if you'd like to ask for headcanons for another ship/character/platonic pairing, I'd love to write those too!

Thank you again for asking me, this was fun to write :)

[lionlena]

I was wondering that if you took ideas for your takes on stuff or such-

i was wondering what do you think pedro pascal characters (and pedro himself) opinion on their wife/girlfriend/crush whatever wearing makeup to feel pretty! sorry to bother lol :)

You don't bother me at all, Honey❤️‍

Umm, it's so tricky, but let's try it.

Headcanon: How will they react to your makeup? (Pedro Pascal and his characters) 👁️👄💅

Joel Miller

In times of a pandemic, it's not that easy to find cosmetics, so when you put on make-up, he knows it's a special occasion or that you need it to make yourself feel better. That's why he always showers you with compliments when he sees you have makeup. He's not some kind of expert in this field, so his compliments sound a bit strange at times. "You did your eyelashes nicely… Your eyes are so, um, expressive." But you know he really loves it. And if he accidentally finds some lipstick somewhere and he gives it to you, no one needs to know ;)

Javier Peña

He definitely loves it when you have your lips (and nails) painted. Yes, red lips are his weakness. You can wear only lipstick and Javi will go crazy. He'll beg you to kiss his neck, and if you accidentally leave a mark on his white shirt… he'll be drunk with happiness👄. Javier also doesn't pay much attention to whether you have light or heavy makeup, he thinks you always look beautiful. And of course, if you use a new lipstick color, he will notice it immediately ;)

Oberyn Martell

He likes your makeup because he likes to brag about you. You are his treasure. Don't get me wrong, if you don't wear makeup, he'll also praise you and kiss you all over your body, but… Makeup is also a symbol of wealth. Poor women don't wear makeup. That's why Oberyn will make sure you have all the cosmetics and perfumes you need. If you do makeup without the help of the servants, he will immediately notice it and praise you for doing it better than them. He loves having you by his side in a beautiful dress, jewelry, and perfect makeup. He'll pull you possessively to his body and make sure all of Westeros knows he loves you.

Javi Gutierrez

Come on… He's obsessed with makeup, especially professional makeup. If you ask him, he will become your personal make-up artist without hesitation. And of course, be prepared for experiments: "peacock eye", lips in two colors… He will be delighted and will thank you for your trust.

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) (because @creedslove wouldn't forgive me if I forget about him, again)

I don't think he likes heavy makeup and he'll tell you that. He's painfully honest. But on the other hand, if he says you've done your makeup beautifully, you can be sure he's telling the truth. And don't count on him, recognizing light makeup from no makeup at all. If you're wearing natural makeup, he'll kiss you on the cheek and say, "Sugar, you look beautiful even when you don't wear makeup."

Din Djarin

Does makeup exist in space? Sure, but it doesn't impress Din much. You know, he's seen it all. People with purple skin, with yellow, green… Besides, when he's wearing a helmet, he can't see your whole face anyway. But he will certainly be curious when he notices that you are doing makeup. He will ask questions and watch you closely. But don't ask him for advice. He will say that you are better at it anyway and you look beautiful in all colors.

And last (but not least) Pedro Pascal

Oh well. Pedro obviously knows a lot about makeup. He himself has to use it sometimes, or rather someone uses make-up on him. And he has two sisters, so makeup is no secret to him. He definitely pays attention to it. He will praise you when he notices new eyeshadows or a different color of lipstick. But he definitely doesn't support the social pressure for women to wear makeup. Want to go to a movie premiere without makeup? Here you go. He will say that you are beautiful the way you are and you have the right to be yourself.

I hope you liked it :)

[accio-sriracha]

The Petrification of Beauty.

A Marylily One-Shot

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Lily Evans could not describe her feelings for Mary in any way that seemed to make sense.

And it was not for lack of trying. Believe her, she tried.

She tried to tell Mary everything. And she had been trying, for the last two years.

But things just didn't seem to work that way for her. Every time she opened her mouth no sound would come out.

Mary would reach for her hand, intertwine their fingers together as they stood, shivering in the cold winter air. And Lily would stay frozen, unable to speak, to think. She wanted desperately to pull her closer.

"For warmth." She would say.

But she didn't have the courage. Her feet would stay planted where they were.

And Mary would eventually pull away.

Most mornings they sat beside each other at breakfast, Mary would brush fingers with Lily as she passed her something from the table, letting their hands linger just a moment too long.

And Lily wanted nothing more than to take her hand. To bring it to her lips and kiss each of her knuckles.

She wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked in the morning, how her sleepy yawns and murmurs of 'Good Morning' made Lily's day.

But she couldn't. She watched their fingers brush as she stared down at her plate. She was terrified into stillness, like a deer who'd been caught in the bright headlights of a semi-truck.

And sometimes Mary would do her makeup, she would hold Lily's face still with her hands, chiding her fondly about moving too much when the brush tickled her cheeks.

Lily wanted to confess everything. She wanted to tell Mary that she was the love of her life. That she adored her. That she couldn't imagine her life without Mary's smile and carefree laugh. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to not wake up every morning and hear her soft footsteps across the carpet.

She wanted to lean in and kiss her, lipstick be damned.

But she couldn’t. She sat still on the counter, with Mary standing between her knees, and let Mary do her makeup. She never kissed her, never confessed anything more than how much she loves that color Mary was wearing.

But now, as they sat beneath their favorite tree far away from the castle and all of its students, Lily felt more petrified than she'd ever felt before.

Because Mary wanted to talk about something important. Because she'd brought Lily to their tree to get away from the others.

If the heart could beat solely for another, Lily was sure her's was doing so now. It picked up its pace at every glance, at every brush of shoulders.

Finally, when the silence became torturous, Mary spoke,

"I need to tell you something."

Lily nodded, her voice failing for what felt like the millionth time these last two years.

"Do you promise you won't hate me for it?" Mary asked, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

This startled Lily. How could she ever hate her? Mary was everything to her, the entire universe. She couldn't imagine a thing in the world Mary could do wrong that would make her feel anything other than this unyielding devotion.

Though, of course, she couldn't say that. She couldn't say anything. Not when Mary looked so beautiful with the sun streaking through the trees and highlighting her honey colored eyes.

Not when the flowers Lily had woven into her curls held in place.

Not when she was looking at Lily with so much hope.

So Lily only nodded again.

"I think I like you." Mary whispered, "Okay... I know I like you. More than that, I'm in love with you. And I know that's a lot to take in. I'm not asking you for anything, I don't need anything to change. I just- I don't know how much longer I can go without telling you."

Mary sighed, looking down as she played with a dried leaf in her hands, crumbling it between her fingers,

"I'm sorry this is so sudden, I understand if you need time to process this." She looked back up at Lily now, "You mean so much to me. I really don't want to lose you."

And for the first time since Lily had realised her feelings for Mary, she didn't feel frozen.

All of the feelings she'd kept locked inside, all of the admiration and desire and love came pouring out of her at once.

She did the only thing she could think of.

She kissed her.

It was sweet and soft and one hundred percent worth every bit of the wait.

"I love you." Lily whispered against her lips when they pulled away. A tear ran down Mary's face as she smiled, wrapping her arms around Lily,

"I love you too." She cried, pulling her back into another kiss.

Lily would still freeze up every now and then, even after months of being together, she would look at her and just feel so overwhelmed with joy and adoration it would completely short-circuit everything in her brain.

But Mary was always right there to show her every bit of affection they both could manage.

Lily was deeply, deeply in love with Mary.

And Mary loved her right back.

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It’s Winter! I wrote this on my break at work, I hope it’s okay!

Time of the Month

Something was off today.

She was off today.

He could feel it.

Her spunky energy in the room was missing. As they worked on their play, Emmanuel couldn’t pinpoint what the problem was, but there was one, that much was true. The always cheerful and happy Brigitte was quiet and distant today.

He took note of the way she shifted uncomfortably in her chair, desperately wanting to ask her what was wrong.

“Excuse me,” she stood up with caution, carefully grabbing her purse and placing it over her shoulder.

His heart began to race. Had he said something wrong? Why was she leaving?

Emmanuel lightly touched her arm, “where are you going?”

“I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back,” she said softly.

Concern was written all over his face. “Why are you bringing your purse? I won’t go through it, Brigitte. Your money is safe with me.”

Oh, the sweet potato had no idea.

“I know that! I just need something from it,” she hoped he’d understand the hint but it didn’t look that way.

She couldn’t blame him. It was something that was probably never discussed in his household. His sister was too young and it wasn’t a topic his mother would casually discuss around her teenage son. Furthermore, Emmanuel didn’t have much experience with female companions.

“Your lipstick looks beautiful. You don’t need to reapply, we’re just writing here.” He complimented her. “Leave your purse with me.”

“Emmanuel - stop!” She snapped, instantly regretting it when she saw his horrified reaction. She gently touched his arm, “I’m sorry for losing my temper. I’ll tell you everything when I get back.”

He sat like a lost, confused puppy until she returned. She had never snapped at him before and he couldn’t understand why.

The sight of Emmanuel sitting there, alone and terrified, broke her heart. Lovingly, she reached for his hands.

“Are you okay?” he asked, finally relaxing when she rubbed her fingers against his soft skin.

“I trust you so I should be open with you,” she smiled, “and it’s nothing I should be embarrassed about. It’s very natural.”

“What is it?” Still, these hints weren’t good enough for him.

“I’m on my period and I needed to … you know…change.” She looked him directly in the eyes, waiting for him to come to the realization as to why she barked at him and took her purse to the restroom.

All her subtle hints had finally made sense. “Oohh!” The discovery hit him like a ton of bricks. “I’m so sorry, I should have known.”

“How could you have known?” She laughed.

“Last month, around this time, you were very sad. I assumed there were problems at home, so I didn’t badger you. But then I saw you eat an entire chocolate bar in 3 bites.”

Brigitte giggled with embarrassment. “I should have offered you a piece.”

“I know better than to take food from an animal,” he joked, knowing she’d burst into laughter with his comment, desperately needing to hear her beautiful laugh. The precious laugh that always calmed him down.

“Thank you for understanding,” she smiled.

“Thank you for telling me. We shouldn’t keep secrets from each other.” Emmanuel kissed her cheek, “Let’s get back to the play.”

The next time they met up to write, he handed her a beautifully wrapped gift.

“What’s this? You don’t have money to buy me things.” She chuckled, curious to see what he had brought her.

With enthusiasm, she opened the box and pulled out 4 chocolate bars and a box of tampons.”

“How did you get these? Didn’t the store clerk question your purchase?” Brigitte was stunned. In all her years of marriage, her husband never did something like this before. He was too embarrassed to buy feminine products for his wife and daughters.

“I told the cashier it was for my girlfriend,” Emmanuel announced proudly. “I’m hoping that’s what you will be one day soon. And then, eventually, my wife.”

Brigitte remained silent, impressed but also shocked by this young man who continued to surprise her every day.

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

Hahaha Emmanuel trying to reassure Brigitte his purse was safe with him, think that was the problem, made me laugh, the poor innocent thing!

Awww!! Chocolates and a box of tampons hahahaha when you think he couldn’t get any more adorable!!

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

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Imagine Andrew and "who did this to you" trope. He would be so sweet and protective of you. If someone who hurt you try to get close he would destroy them 😭

MY GIRL - ANDREW GARFIELD

DESCRIPTION I when a man put his hands on you, andrew knows it's time to tell you you are more than best friend for him

PAIRING I Andrew Garfield x female!reader

WORD COUNT I 2k

A/N I When I got your ask I knew I wanted to write a story around this ask (being sick this weekend didn't help), I really hope you will love it sweetie!

WARNING I mention of assault

You didn’t even know why you were here.

Actually, yes, you did. Because Andrew didn’t want to come here by himself and you agreed to accompany him at the party. If it wasn’t for him, you would have never left your blanket and your tv. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like to party. You loved that. But you had just come home from a shooting in Vancouver that you thought would never end. Being a reputed makeup was great until you missed your bed more than anything. Or maybe just as much as you were missing your best friend. Good thing you were living next door, in the same building.

It was Andrew’s idea, after you broke up with your boyfriend who kept the apartment. The one next to Andrew’s place was free and he immediately thought about you. It was almost like a house-share since you were always in each other’s apartment, eating together or watching movies.

While you were away, Andrew broke up with his last girlfriend. You knew that, even if it wasn’t too serious, he wasn’t feeling that good about being alone again at almost forty. No matter how many times you tried to tell him that it was ok and that he shouldn’t be feel miserable about being single, you knew he wanted to find the right person. And sometimes you wished he looked at you a little more to find it…

So, when you came back yesterday and he told you about this party organized by a famous magazine, you had no other choice than say ok. “But promise me we won’t stay too long; I need to recover my sleep, Andy.” 

“I promise you, Cinderella, at midnight you will be back in your pajamas.” You laughed at him. What could you say, your Spiderman pajamas he offered you last Christmas was probably the most comfortable piece of clothes you owned. If you could, you would spend your whole life in it.

But right now, it wasn’t about a comfortable outfit but looking good next to your best friend who was considered one of the hottest single men in Hollywood. It was probably the only thing you didn’t like about going out with Andrew: you had to deal with women trying to get him in their bed. Not that you were jealous…wrong, you were jealous. But you just didn’t appreciate feeling invisible when he was around. Some of them didn’t even try to talk to you when you were literally holding his arm. 

Thankfully, Andrew always managed to find a way to make you feel seen. Almost like you were the only woman he was really looking at in the end.

You were giving some of those women dead look while they were looking at Andrew. You were so focus on them you didn’t even notice him coming closer to you. “You look beautiful tonight by the way.” He whispered in your ear and suddenly, all the hate you had in you disappeared. You gave him a kiss on the cheek to thank him, which made him blush like always. And then you had to rub your finger on his skin to make your lipstick go away. “You didn’t have to mark your territory.” He laughed and you considered giving him another kiss to put more lipstick on him. 

“Sorry, just a habit.” You replied, shrugging. You noticed how he rolled his eyes to contain his laugh. Everything was so easy with him; you really wished you could have the strength to tell him how you feel. But at the same time, there was this fear of losing the only person that mattered in this city. Without Andrew, you would have come back home without a hesitation. He was your cornerstone; you couldn’t imagine a life without talking to him every single day. Without being able to ring at his door at midnight because you saw a movie that made you cry.

But you didn’t want to think about that. “I’ll go grabbing a drink.” You said to him right when one of his costars from his last project came to you. Andrew simply nodded and held your hand tighter for a second. His way of saying be careful and come back to me. 

You had a hard time walking to the bar with all those groups of celebrities that thought they were too important to move away. You needed a drink to forget about all these people around you. 

While you were waiting for your drinks to come, you felt a hand on your back. There was only one person who would even think about touching you like that. And the thing was, you could perfectly see Andrew from where you were. So, you turned around to face the man that decided he could do what he wanted. “Hi, beauty.” He had the audacity to say with a big smile on his face.

“Could you consider, I don’t know… take your hand away?” You tried to sound as polite as possible to not make a mess and not embarrass Andrew. But this was definitely something you hated, the way some people forget that you are, yourself, a human being that maybe doesn’t want to be touched or talked to. Maybe consent wasn’t taught in every school.

“Why? We could have some great time together!” You had no idea if it was making this worse, but you recognized the guy as one of the main actors in a popular teen show. It was degusting to think some girls were probably idolizing this guy when he was just…a pig. You hated how he whispered this in your man, like Andrew did earlier, to get closer to you.

At the same time, the barman put your drinks on the bar. The perfect timing for you to leave and forget about that awful meeting. But when you took the drinks in your hand, a sign that you were ready to move, the guy hold you tighter and closer to him. “Don’t leave already…” he was too close to your neck, too close to kiss you, too close for too much possibility. You tried to escape from his grip, but he was much stronger than you.

Because of this, your drinks just spilled on you. 

Like in every good movie, everyone stopped talking when it happened to look at you. Of course, the guy who couldn’t leave his hands out of you decided it was the right time to finally go away. Leaving you alone with your now empty-glasses and alcohol on your clothes. “Sorry” you mumbled to the barman before putting the glasses back on the bar. You walked directly to Andrew, looking at your feet to avoid any eye contact. Weirdly, where he was standing felt like a whole other party where nobody cared about what happened. 

“You’re back…what happened?” Andrew put his hands on your shoulders to look at you. It wasn’t like you were the happiest to be here before, but you seemed absolutely desperate and fretful. He knew something was wrong. And when you tried to escape this conversation, he put a finger underneath your chin to lift your head up. “Talk to me, love.” 

“Nothing, just a guy who forgot his manners at home.” You tried to make this less important than it was. For a simple good reason, you knew Andrew way too well to predict how he was going to react. 

“What? Who did this to you?” his tone changed immediately, and you couldn’t tell he was already ready to question everyone in this room to know who had the audacity to hurt his best-friend. You tried to convince him to let this go but your voice was even reaching his ears. “Nobody is touching my girl like that, understood?”

Before you had the chance to answer, you were too surprised by the “my girl” thing to find the right words anyway, Andrew took you by the hand and guided you around the room. You didn’t want to go back there or see that guy. You had enough for the night. So, you had to put all your strength in your arm to stop Andrew from walking. “Let it go Andy!” of course, you didn’t anticipate that you would meet his chest when he stops. But it was even more perfect. You looked at him with small eyes and tiredness. “I just want to go home, please.”

Andrew looked around the room one more time before nodding. He held your hand tighter before leading you out. In the taxi back home, you were telling home short stories about your trip in Vancouver. You were cuddling in his arms and after what happened tonight, you felt safer than ever. Especially when he was brushing your hair with some tenderness. Why couldn’t you have that all the time?

It wasn’t until you were back home, and Andrew asked to stay at your place because he didn’t want to leave you alone, that you talked about what happened again. Of course, you were in the bathroom removing your makeup while he was laying in your living room. Making sure he couldn’t see how much you cared about that and how much you cared about him. “Thank you…for trying to protect him there. I just didn’t want you to be embarrassed for doing something stupid or…”

“Why would I be embarrassed for protecting you? I would do that without a hesitation at any event.”

“Even the Oscars?” you asked, just putting your head out of the room to look at him. He laughed, because you looked too cute with half of your face still covered in makeup. “Even the Oscars.” You went back to the bathroom quickly so he wouldn’t see you blushing. Because of that, you didn’t hear him come here either.

“I would do anything for you.” Andrew said, putting his arms around your shoulder and his chin on the top of your head. “When are you going to understand you’re the most important person in my life?” the way he was looking right into your eyes through the mirror felt like he was trying to say something more. Like there was a deeper meaning in his words. You turned your head to look at him and notice how his eyes went down on your lips.

“The most important one, hm?” you whispered, getting your face closer to his. These next seconds would be decisive for the future of your relationship. If Andrew moved backwards, you would know he didn’t feel the same. If he looks surprised, you interpreted the whole situation wrong. But if he didn’t all those things, then…

“The one.” He replied before putting his lips on yours. It was exactly like you imagined it to be, soft and passionate. Andrew slowly brought a hand to your face to caress your cheek while he was exploring your mouth more and more. When your back hit the sink, he decided to lift you up and sit you on it. This way he could get between your legs and kiss you even deeper. 

“I wanted to do this for so long…” he whispered against your lips, almost biting it. You took his face in your hands and looked at him. Andrew was a man that was speaking with his face and that night, you could see all the hidden love he had for you finally showing on his beautiful feature. From the way his eyes were shinning to his blushing cheeks and his pure smile. And you hope he could see all your feelings too. 

“I hope you don’t kiss all your neighbors like that when I’m away.” You laughed, playing with his hair. He laughed back and put a single kiss on your lips, making up for all the lost time he wasn’t kissing you. 

“You’re the only one. Just like you’re the only one I would beat a guy for. Nobody touches my girl, ok?” he put his forehead against yours, like he was trying to put his thoughts in your mind. Like you needed that to convince yourself you were all his. 

You were his way before tonight. And it felt good to know from now on that you would always have Andrew by your side. All the time. 

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last resort // ljn {mortal sin}

disclaimer; every mortal sin blurb is set in a separate universe where the imminent threat of war is gone and nothing affects the events of the main storyline

part 1 | part 2a mortal sin masterlist

pairing; demon!jeno x afab!reader

words; 2.1k

genre; angst & filthy smut

warnings; manipulation, dumbification (maybe numbification??), choking, spitting, fingering, slut shaming, degradation, dacryphilia, large cock, unprotected sex, tiny amount of blood, slapping, dubcon (for good measure), cheating, betrayal, let me know if I missed anything

preface; I told you guys it wouldn't be a happy ending. I was vague so I didn't spoil the main storyline, but what do you guys think is going on? I of course won't tell you if you're right haha ;)

"What did you do?" Mark gawks at Jeno, walking past him covered in hickies and lipstick stains. They were littered all along the column of his throat, and the low-cut shirt he was wearing hinted that they trailed down even lower. The way he carried himself screamed that something was different. And possibly wrong. Jeno smirked.

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

"What did you do." Renjun scowls at you from Mark's side, arms crossed over his chest. You sigh, worn out from trying to catch up with Jeno and dealing with all this emotional turmoil.

"How are you already blaming me before you know the situation?" You turn back to face the ball of anger before focusing back on chasing Jeno.

"Hey," Mark jogs up to Jeno before grabbing his shoulder. He stops but barely acknowledges the older male. Instead throwing his head back in mild annoyance. "you can't go around acting recklessly like this." Mark leans in, glancing over his shoulder to make sure there were no curious eyes. "Don't you know how that would make us look?"

"Also, NingNing comes back today. Are you really going to let her see you like this?" You glare at Mark for making it about his reputation before trying to appeal to Jeno. The tall demon laughs, Adam's apple bobbing. His laughter ceases abruptly before he cuts his eyes toward you.

"Since when do you care about Yizhuo?" Jeno's eyes shift to that familiar hue of pink.

You freeze, not able to find a response that wasn't a lie or incriminating. 

"Are... did you..." The pink glint in Jeno's eyes clearly takes Mark back as well. Dread fills his body as Jeno smiles at him. 

"What? Can someone explain what's going on please?" You look between the two men but neither of them look away from the other. Mark whispers something about this not being good before scurrying off, finding it hard to peel his eyes away from Jeno's impish expression.

Once he rounds the corner, Jeno is wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging you inside your room. You reluctantly follow him, needing answers. Once he closes the door behind the two of you, he's pinning you against it. Your determination doesn't falter.

"Jeno, what the fuck is happening."

"I did something really bad, ___." He lifts one of his hands from the door and grazes his knuckles against your cheek. The vagueness of his statement makes you frustrated. You want to pull away, but there's a hint of sadness behind his eyes that keeps you attentive.

"Did what? Did I... God, Jeno. I can't help but think I'm responsible for this." Your voice is hushed as a lump forms in your throat. You weren't the closest with NingNing, but your actions still fill you with self-hate. This is a new low, even for you.

"You are." He shrugs, tilting his head a bit as if he didn't just drop a bomb on you. Not even sparing you a lick of consolation. "I'm not an idiot. I know a horrible person when I see one."

You gasp, shoving him away. "You're worse than I am, motherfucker. You love her and you fucked multiple other beings like it was nothing."

"Don't you think I know that? At least I'm not prancing around like my shit doesn't stink." He shoves his finger against your forehead, flicking it against the door. He's back to his previous proximity where you could feel his breath on your forehead. Again, you find yourself not able to offer a rebuttal.

"Aren't you gonna help me fix this? I need your help." He brushes your hair out of your face, the sadness peaking through his expression again. You groan, tilting your head against the door. 

"Help how." As soon as the words leave your mouth and a fiendish grin stretches across his face, it clicks. You're talking to the avatar of lust.

"Be my little distraction sweetheart. Come on, I know you have it in you to be heartless one more time for me."

"NingNing is going to be back at any minute! You know the first thing she's gonna do is look for you!"

"There you go again, acting all high and mighty. You've already taken my cock twice. What difference does a third time make?"

You want to remind him yet again that NingNing would be here any moment. But all you could feel was that potent self-hatred. Was this really who you were? 

Then you remember your first love.

"If you're gonna insist you're anything less than a homewrecker, please spare me."

"No..." You start, tears filling your eyes. He was right. His thumb rubs your cheek, wiping away any tears that fell. 

"I just need you one more time. Then we're done." He presses a kiss to your forehead as his other hand reaches your throat. "That's all I need."

You nod with glassy eyes, mouth falling open when he squeezes your throat. He looks down at you with those lust-soaked eyes. Ready to devour you. With your eyes shut, you can only feel your body getting lifted off the ground and onto NingNing's bed. As if to rub salt into the wound.

He strips you of your clothes gently. Peeling it from your body. Like the calm before the storm. When you were bare for him, he presses his warm palm to the bottom of your stomach. Slowly sliding it down until it cupped your heat. The warmth against your core was comforting. Distracting. Your worries began to melt away as he pressed his palm into your heat firmly.

"That's it. Let go for me. Good girl." His voice is deeper, but quiet. He slips a finger between my folds and uses it to circle around your tight hole. He pushes through and revels in the feeling of your walls hugging his finger. 

"Every time is just like the first baby. So tight." He chuckles, and you can almost get the sense he's fucking with you. Finding amusement in the fact that this is fucking you up. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to look at him. "Oh no no,"

You feel that familiar smooth texture looping around your jaw to pull your head back. 

"I want to see your face while you betray an angel." with amused eyes, he smiles down at you. Laughing at the sickened look you give him. You sit up from the bed.

"What more do you want from me?! I feel like shit, I'm aware I'm a horrible person! Why do you keep reminding me?!"

"Oh sweetheart..." His tails wrapping around your throat was a familiar feeling by this point. That didn't stop the gasp from escaping when he pulled it tight. "I'm only doing what you deserve. We're in hell after all. It's only fitting." 

With a flat tongue, he licks every tear that falls. Holding your face steady in his big hands as he does so. "So lay back and pay for your sins." He shoves your torso back onto the bed and promptly fills you with three fingers. A surprised yelp is pulled from your chest. Your body bounces against the force of his fingers hammering into you. The heel of his palm repeatedly slams against your clit. The harshness of his actions has loud, unrestrained moans leaping from your mouth. You were completely unable to control any reaction to his abuse of your cunt. The wet noises are incredibly lewd as they fill the room, probably seeping into the hallway as well. Your face gets hot, embarrassment threatening to bleed through the pleasure.

The longer Jeno fucks you at a rapid pace, the less you cared. Especially when that coil started to compress in your stomach.

"Look at you. Getting off to this like the vile slut you are." He hisses. He uses his other hand to strike you across the cheek. You gasp, eyes flying open. His hand grabs your jaw and pulls your head closer to his face. The close proximity forces you to stare deeply into his magenta irises. "Go ahead. Cum all over my fingers. Show me just how much of a slut you are."

His fingers slosh inside you, thighs jiggling. You mumble out incoherently before your vision goes white. The coils snaps and your body convulsed. Cunt tightening around his fingers as a wave of arousal floods all over them. "You no good whore... how could you call yourself human? Look at you!" He spat, shaking your limp body. There was no time to recover before his tail was lifting you by your waist. He pushes down his pants before ferociously jerking his angry cock, precum leaking from the tip.

The shame had no effect on you anymore. Perhaps you had just come to accept the fact that you're a piece of shit. And after all, this is hell. He said it himself. It was only fitting. 

"Fuck me please." You whimper. He grins.

"You think you deserve it?"

"No."

Your answer shocks him. He falters for a moment before a wide smile stretches across his face. "Right. You finally got it. You don't deserve anything. What are you?"

"I'm your heartless whore."

Slap. Your ears ring slightly as you recover, tonging the cut that it left in the corner of your mouth.

"Louder."

"I'm your heartless whore." The words tore at your throat but they roll off your tongue. He looks almost prideful as he smiles.

"And that's all you'll ever be." He positions you over his cock before his tail is slamming you down. You groan out in pain as his huge size nearly rips you open. The stretch is so delicious despite the pain. He watches with admiration as your tongue glides against your lips.

"I'm ready to pay for my sins." You say with a lazy smirk. That seemed to be exactly what Jeno wanted to hear. His hands on your hips replace his tail before he starts fucking you onto his cock. Kneeling on the bed as he moves you up and down. That mouth-watering feeling of his cock bulging against your stomach sends you into a frenzy. Your depraved groans are music to Jeno's ears. He created his perfect fuckdoll. Moving you along his long length like you were a fleshlight. 

The heat of his member felt so good against your plush walls. You tighten around him subconsciously and he grunts. With a tighter grasp on your hips, he quickens his pace. Cock barrelling into your cervix like there was no tomorrow. Tears gush from your eyes. He's fucking you harder and faster than he did before, biting his lip to exert more force into it. The marks the tips of his fingers and nails will leave would probably be there forever. A constant reminder of who's got you drooling with your eyes rolled back. Your hands fly to his shoulders for leverage. 

You're brought back to your senses as he crashes his lips to yours. Spit-slicked lips gliding against each other. He pulls back momentarily to spit on your face. You moan happily, licking up whatever landed near your mouth. He could cum from how pleased he was by your new nature. 

"What a perfect cock slut. Perfect and just for me." He breathes before crashing his lips back to yours. Your tongues wrestle against each other. Teeth nip at each other's lips. Spit dripping from your chins. You were too far gone. 

As his hips start to meet yours, skin slapping intensely against his, you start seeing stars. Lower abdomen going haywire as your high looms over you.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming- I'm-"

The door slowly creaks open, and you don't miss the heartbroken gasp. Your head flops to the side, taking in NingNing's shocked and hurt expression. You've done it. There's no going back now. No denying that you're as good as the trash on the sidewalk. "Don't stop Jeno." You say with a vacant look on your face, not looking away. Thick tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

Your second orgasm rips through you. It feels like your body's being set ablaze. Your thighs quiver as he continues to relentlessly fuck you. Tears streaming down his own face as he fills you up. The sheer amount makes your stomach inflate. He pulls out, watching it all drain from your spent pussy.

"J-Jeno... how could you." Her voice is small and frail as her jaw quivers. The pink drains from his eyes. It looks as if he instantly went back to normal. He drops you onto the bed in favor of running to NingNing. The sob-filled conversation is blurred as you lie there, staring up at the ceiling.

"Huh," you say quietly as you reflect on everything he said. All that about you being his whore. Perfect just for him. Yet you heard it loud and clear, his dagger-like words.

"She means nothing to me! I did something horrible and she helped me fix it. It's done." Jeno pleaded with NingNing.

The last thing you heard was NingNing's sobs before the bedroom door was slammed shut. Leaving you with your deadly thoughts.

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That Way

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs & Comments are much welcomed ♥

Masterlist

Summary: But as you look at how Natasha shifts from foot to foot, a twinkle in her eye, you can't help but think—friends don't look at friends that way.

Warnings: A N G S T

Notes: WHEWwww I was out to hurt feelings today. If I see any biphobic comments in my notes, I will block you 💕

Count: ~1.2k

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You stand in the back, unnoticed by everyone, as you lean against the wall and stare at Natasha.

She looks beautiful tonight. Well, she always looked beautiful, but you could tell that she had put extra effort into her appearance tonight. Natasha had taken hours to find the perfect dress and heels. She took hours curling her hair into loose curls and keeping them in place. You had watched her do her makeup delicately, choosing red lipstick because it made everything about her pop out.

Your eyes had scanned the room briefly. It was rather crowded as all of Tony's get-togethers are. You think it's kind of funny how easy it was for you to blend into the wall at the back.

You dressed up tonight, too, though you doubt anyone really noticed. Your hands rested behind you, crossed and trapped between the wall and your back. You had your knee bent as your foot rested at the angle against the wall.

You stare at Natasha, who's standing with Steve. People like them stand out, no matter how crowded the room is.

"Hey, loner."

You look over, startled to see Wanda slide up to you and join you by being a wallflower.

"Hey," you say softly, turning your head back. Wanda follows your gaze, quicker to catch at what you're staring at because it's not like you're being subtle.

She's speaking with Steve, and her hands are gripping the neck of her champagne glass tightly—a habit you know she does when she's nervous.

She's laughing at whatever Steve is saying, cheeks slightly pink. They look good together. The unabashed way you stare in their direction must make people think you're the other woman trying to come between them. If only they knew that the ring on your left hand had been a promise to you made by Natasha.

"Do you want to go grab a drink or dance?" Wanda asks because it just fucking kills her to see you standing here, staring at Natasha and breaking your own heart.

"No, it's okay," you answer softly, unable to rip your gaze away.

You should look away.

But it's like a sickness you can't stop. You can't stop staring at how Natasha's body is open to Steve, how he's leaning closer to her. Steve's hands are jammed deep into his pocket, a boyish shyness to him and a charming smile directed right at Natasha.

Things had changed since the two of them had been on the run together. You stayed because someone had to help them from the inside. Now you sorely regret not going on the run with them too. Would it have been different if you had?

Would you be the one standing with Natasha, flushed from flirting and the champagne as you stood a little too close?

It's hard to say since things have been different for so long now. You're suddenly hyperaware of how stupid you must be for hanging on as long as you have.

"C'mon," Wanda says as she grabs your arm to pull you towards them. You feel your stomach drop, anxiousness creeping up at the thought of approaching your own wife.

They don't seem to notice you and Wanda coming closer, and that feels worse.

"Hey, guys," Wanda butts in, her tone rather terse.

The two of them turn, almost surprised to be caught off-guard.

"Hey," Natasha says warmly as she smiles at you and kisses you on the cheek.

You want to feel happy for the gesture of affection, but you just feel empty. But you play the part of the loving wife with nothing wrong.

"Hi, babe," you smile lightly at her back before she turns back to Steve, and they jump back into whatever conversation they were in before you interrupted.

There should be some comfort in the fact that Natasha has her arm loosely around your waist, but there isn't. You stand there, lost. Listening half-heartedly to their conversation, you realize quickly it isn't anything you can contribute to.

You're just—there.

Your skin feels itchy. You feel like you're not even in your own body.

Look away. Look. Away.

You feel something clawing at your throat, desperate to say something. Desperate to make yourself noticed.

Before you can say anything, there's a sudden commotion. Some young business associate had drunk way too much as he started stumbling about. He bumped into a nearby waiter, sending the man toppling over, his tray of champagnes falling everywhere.

Your body tenses as its first reaction, and you suddenly feel splashes of cold liquid hit you all over. The moment is over quickly as you stand there with wide eyes.

There's champagne all over you. It's in your hair and drenched your front. You can faintly taste it on your lips, and you feel—sticky.

But none of that mattered.

None of that mattered because you see Wanda, Natasha, and Steve looking at you, shocked when you look up.

Your waist was cold, and it was cold because Natasha and Steve stood a little further away than they were before.

The realization of what happened makes you feel colder than the champagne you're drenched in.

Natasha had dropped her hand around your waist and had moved to push Steve out of the way.

Your wife's instinct was to save Steve.

That desperation in your throat morphed into rawness, and your eyes sting.

"Oh, god, honey," Natasha instantly started to say as she moved to you. "Are you okay? Let me—"

"I got it," Wanda cut in harshly, and you look over for the first time.

Part of Wanda's hand is wet, with droplets of champagne on her clothes and hair.

The second realization had you stifling a choked sob.

Wanda had tried to move you out of the way. Your wife's first thought wasn't you.

Natasha frowned. "No, I can—"

"You're a little busy, aren't you?" Wanda sniped, and Natasha is taken back by the tone. She frowned, opening her mouth to say something when you cut in.

"It's fine," you croaked, forcing your mouth to smile, even if your lips are trembling. "Wanda and I are the only ones who got it. We can go clean up. You should stay here."

Natasha seemed to stare at you, pensive, before she nodded, and it cracked your chest open a little more.

She used to never accept so easily.

Natasha turned to Wanda warily, who turned away and acted like she was grumpy from having champagne spilled on her.

You give Natasha one last reassuring smile that she returns before she turns back to Steve. He looked at you curiously, as if to ask if you were okay and you wanted to scream at him—scream and tell him to find his own woman.

But you let Wanda lead you away.

The commotion easily faded away, and people resume back like nothing happened—like your ribs hadn't been cracked open for everyone to see the final shatter of your heart.

You can't help but look back. See? It was a sickness.

Natasha had said multiple times that you had nothing to worry about, that she loved you. She told you Steve was just a friend.

But as you look at how Natasha shifts from foot to foot, a twinkle in her eye, you can't help but think—friends don't look at friends that way.

Part Two: Play the Part

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Glammed Up? - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Your frustrations with make up get the better of you

Word Count: 725

Warnings: Language! Fluff

You had a love hate relationship with makeup. You loved the way you looked when you had it on, but outside of a bit of concealer, mascara and maybe some lipstick you had absolutely no clue how to do it. So much so that usually you didn’t bother.

The only time you’d wear a full face of makeup was when Chris would bring you along for premiers. But that would be solely done by the ‘glam squad’ and all you had to do was sit there. You had tried to learn, watching what they did as well as YouTube tutorials but none seemed to really work.

Normally it didn’t bother you, you were pretty happy with the way you looked without makeup. But the compliments you’d get from Chris would increase tenfold when you were glammed up, which really didn’t help that little voice in your head.

The last straw was when you saw a paparazzi photo of you and Chris out with friends. You didn’t look bad, you looked actually quite pretty but all the other girls you were with looked stunning. You couldn’t help feel like you weren’t putting in enough effort.

Which led you to this exact point in time. Stood in the bathroom trying to get ready and put on all the new makeup you’d brought. It was going horribly. The amount of q-tips lying around from where you had to try and fix something would give an environmentalist a heart attack. You were just getting more and more frustrated huffing in annoyance before giving up completely before you completely broke down.

Chris who was sat on the bed waiting for you could hear the sounds of aggravation coming from the bathroom. He waited a couple minutes until he heard you swear before pushing himself up from the bed to find out what the problem was. He hadn’t even crossed the room before you stormed out of the bathroom.

“Don’t say a fucking word” you state holding your hand up at him as you passed.

You didn’t get far though as Chris grabbed your hand stopping you and pulling you into his embrace. You tried to pull away but he wrapped his arms around you tighter until your face was smushed against his chest.

“Chris let me go” you grumble into his chest.

“Nope not until you tell me what wrong and feel better” Chris says rubbing your back soothingly.

You let out a deep sigh before wrapping your arms around his waist “I can’t do makeup” you admit quietly.

“Okay, and why has that made you angry?” He asks gently.

“Because everyone else can, and they look amazing and I don’t and you always say how amazing I look when people do my makeup for premiers and I feel like I’m not putting in enough effort” you admit keeping your head buried in his chest scared of what his expression would be.

You feel him pull away slightly making that fear seem much more real. But he then cups your cheek lifting your chin so you were looking at him.

“Sweetheart, I don’t ever think you’re not putting in enough effort, the thought doesn’t even cross my mind. Yes you look beautiful when we’re at premiers but no more beautiful than you are now with absolutely no makeup on” Chris reassures you, looking straight at you so there was no doubt in what he was saying.

“But-“ you start but you don’t get another word out.

“But nothing, sweetheart I love you for who you are not the way you look, I think you look stunning when your hair is all messy, and you’re wearing baggy pjs, and honestly I love that more than glammed up you because its 100% you” he says gently, rubbing away the stray tears that were falling down your face.

“Really?” You whisper, your voice catching in your throat.

“Really, now lets screw going out tonight, order some pizzas in and just relax in our comfy clothes together because that’s my favourite thing to do with you” Chris smiles kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you Chris” you sigh hugging him tightly burying your head back in his chest.

You feel him chuckle gently as he strokes your hair and press kisses to the top of your head “anything for you sweetheart” he sighs.

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I'm back or whatever. JK, I miss you guys.

Back with my boys, and you know I love them, especially my precious Kiyoomi.

Pairing (s): Featuring — MSBY Four Bokuto Kōtarō, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shōyō, Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre: fluff

Warning (s): none!

a/n - Atsumu is one sneaky guy, but I love him for that.

Enjoy!

Bokuto Kōtarō

Oh no, he would be so alarmed.

Like he would turn around so quickly, with his eyes wide open in shock and visibly confused.

Did he accidentally offend you or something? If he did so, he is really sorry about it.

After being together for so long, you've rarely called him by his full name; you only did once when he accidentally forgot your birthday once.

He would be walking on eggshells around you the whole day since he is scared of you being angry.

Once was enough him; he doesn't want to fight with you :(

He believes communication is key, and you two would talk it out if you have a conflict.

Then, you call him by his full name again when he's eating.

"Bokuto Koutarou." He looked up from his sandwich and blinked his eyes in confusion.

"Babe, why are you calling my full name? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me if I did something wrong. Don't be mad, please!" He abandoned his sandwich and rushes to you and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

He was like a sad little puppy that urgently needs some cuddles and comfort. You expect this kind of reaction, and you felt so bad when he looked like he was guilty of something, but instead, you were the guilty one for pulling this prank.

You reached out to pat his head, and he snuggles closer to you; now that just make you feel even worse.

"Kou...It was a prank. I just wanted to see your reaction." You revealed, and oh my gosh, the betrayal on his face.

"Well, that wasn't very nice. I thought I did something wrong." He mumbles against your neck.

"I'm sorry for that! But, if the next time I use your full name, it's not a prank."

A chill went down his spine as you whispered those words to him. He does not like dealing with a pissed off you.

"Then I have to make sure you won't use it then!" He attacks with kisses and you two laughed out loud together.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu absolutely detest you using his full name.

He would kiss you before you could even finish saying his name.

The reason was that you would only call his full name when you two are fighting, and there was one particular fight that impacted him.

You know that he did nothing wrong, but you wanted to just prank him.

And you know that he will not take it well.

You call his full name the last time was that fight, and you move out for two weeks.

Well, that's history, and you're going to prank him since he pranked you last week by hiding your lipsticks, which he didn't do an outstanding job.

"Miya Atsumu."

He looked around as if there's another Miya Atsumu other than him. The horrified and worried expression almost made you burst out in laughter. Atsumu got off his exercise mat and sat down beside you.

Atsumu took your hand in his gingerly and glanced at your face for some reaction, but you just had on a poker face.

"BABE! What's wrong? Did I do somethin'?" He was literally panicking while you are trying to hide your laughter.

"Is it because I don't put my shoe back on the shelf?" Well, now that he mentioned it, it kind of irked you when you constantly have to put his shoes back on the shelf.

But you're not that mad to do that since he puts your shoes back for you sometimes.

"Come on! Look at me!" He cups your face and makes you face it. That's when you lost it and start laughing.

It took him a while to realise what happened, then he turns his back on you and whining about how you were bullying him.

"Baby, how does that feel?" You climbed onto his back and clung to him like a koala.

"Awful! How could ya? I trusted ya! Traitor!" He pouts, obviously upset at the prank.

"Aww, is my baby angry? Hmm? Are you upset?" You kiss his lips and cheeks. Then, his cheeks turn red but still turn his head away from you.

"I-I'm still upset at ya!" He stuttered when you straddle his lap and cups his face.

You kiss his lips, and he wrapped his arms to bring you closer to him.

"How about now? Are you still upset?" He nods his head.

"One more kiss." He pulls you into another kiss, and you knew he is taking this opportunity to kiss you.

This sneaky bastard, but you love him anyway.

Hinata Shõyõ

The last time that you called his full name was when he left the toilet seat up for the umpteenth time, and you got mad.

For some reason, you felt like pranking your boyfriend.

It felt like a mean prank because he does not like you using his full name.

When he came back, and you were preparing dinner, and he went and greets you with a kiss on the cheek.

Then he went to go shower, and you started planning how you would execute the prank.

Gosh, you are going to feel so bad, but you just want to prank him.

You set up the table for dinner, and he was excited since you cooked Japanese food today.

You have sinned today.

Hinata sat down by the dining table, eager to dig into the food that you made. He loves every food that you make since you are a good cook.

Seeing his big innocent smile just increase the guilt that you have.

Before he could even take a bite, you call his full name.

"Hinata Shoyo." He looked up almost instantly. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, and you almost want to apologise to him, but the show must go on.

"Babe...Did I do something wrong? Was it the toilet seat? Or the empty tea box?" He cautiously asked, and you mentally were bowing and apologising to him profusely.

When you did not say anything, he got up from his seat and went to wrap his arms around you, and he kisses your forehead, apologising for things that he didn't need to because he did not do anything wrong. You were the one pranking him.

He's such a precious ball of sunshine.

"Baby, I just wanted to see your reaction. I'm sorry if I scared you..." You apologised, and he lets out a gasp, then laughs out loud in relief.

You bury your face in his tummy in embarrassment.

He cups your face and kisses your lips.

"Don't worry, it's alright. I mean, at least you cooked some good food, and that's all I need." He kisses your lips and nose.

"Okay, come on, dig in! It's a new recipe!" You sat him down and watch him takes the first bite.

His eyes lit up and motioned for you to dig in too.

Yeah, it was good, and your boyfriend is as sweet ever.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

The moment you call his full name, and he turns at you.

You're a goner.

Because of that stare of his, it's as cold as the Siberian winter, or maybe even colder.

The last time you use his full name was when you two were full-on fighting, and you almost threw his limited edition bag out the window.

And that's when he knew not to mess with you when you're angry.

Today, both of you are having your day off, and you were lazing on the couch while Sakusa was cleaning the house.

And you knew that calling his full name while he's cleaning is going to irk him for sure.

"Oi, Sakusa Kiyoomi." You saw his brow furrowed into a frown, and you almost giggled.

He switches off the vacuum and walks towards the sofa, where you are lying and playing on your phone. Since he is so tall, he towers over you like a giant, and you were lowkey scared.

"What?" He stares down at you with his mask pulled down to his chin, and a frown etched onto his face.

"E-eh? Hehe, I miss you." You cheekily grinned at him, and he sats down next to him.

"You cheeky little brat, I thought I was in trouble." He lets out a sigh of relief, and you kiss his cheek.

So, that's why he was frowning. He was just thinking of what he did wrong and was ready to apologise for whatever he had done wrong, then you just grinned at him, saying that you missed him with that adorable smile of yours.

"Can you stop cleaning and cuddle with me?" You tug on his shirt, and he shook his head.

"Sweetheart, someone has to clean the house and that someone is not you, but for me." You gaped in mock outrage and threw yourself back on the sofa.

"How dare you deprive me of my cuddles?!" You whined, but he ignored you and continued his cleaning.

No one, not even you, gets in the way of his cleaning.

---

"Now, are you satisfied?" His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he was leaving light kisses along the nape of your neck. You could feel the warmth emanating from his chest on your back, and you trace endlessly on his forearms.

"I am, you know, I want some pizza." You try to get out of his embrace to get to your phone, but he was too strong for you.

"Nope. Cuddles now."

Now he's the whiny one, and you're not complaining at all. In fact, you're satisfied with him trying to be affectionate.

"Okay, cuddles first, then."

I was away for a short while and back with another Haikyuu headcanon! I'm feeling better now and overcame my writer's block! I hope you guys enjoyed this headcanon!

Thank you, and I love you guys!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

[neonlights92]

Night Changes: PART ONE

Jeon Jungkook has spent the last twenty years alone.  Single.  Solo. 

And that’s just the way he likes it.  That is, until he meets the supposed love of his life.  Suddenly he’s falling over himself at the chance of a real relationship with someone.

The only thing getting in his way? You.

genre: fuckboy!jungkookie, college!jungkookie, romcom, e2l (kinda)

A/N: my attempt at a college kookie story? enjooooy

--

Perhaps it is the universe telling him to stop drinking. 

Jeon Jungkook really needs to start listening to the universe, and stop listening to - well to put it bluntly - his penis. 

When he wakes up in another stranger’s bed, with a splitting headache, and lipstick marks scattered across his chest, he reckons he should start making better life choices. 

The young woman sharing his bed - a girl from the party last night, with legs that go on for miles - rolls over and blinks her eyes open sleepily.  She smiles at him.

“Hi Jungkook.” 

He racks his brain for her name.  Jisoo… Jennie… Lisa… Rose? 

He feels bad - he really really does - but what can he do?  He was seven tequilas in, when Taehyung convinced him that taking her home would be a good idea. 

“Hi…. You.”  He finishes lamely, smiling sheepishly. 

She blinks again, this time a little more furious.  Her eyes narrow after a moment. 

“You don’t remember my name, do you?”  She purses her stained lips, and Jungkook really does feel awful.

Or maybe that’s just the hangover. 

“I uh - maybe.  It’s.. Last night’s a little bit grainy for me, to be honest.”

She seems unimpressed, arching a well-groomed brow, “You’re in most of my classes at college, Jeon Jungkook.”

And really that’s when he feels like a complete asshole. 

“Shit.  I’m sorry,” He tries to place her - he tries so fucking hard - but he knows he doesn’t recognise her, and a worm of guilt starts niggling in the pit of his stomach.

She rolls her eyes and sits up, pressing a hand against her forehead and clicking her tongue, “Whatever.  Just get out.  Jerk.” 

Jungkook feels bad.  Seriously, he does. 

But he can’t help but share her sentiment.  

He scrambles out of bed, fishing around her bedroom floor for the jeans he so carelessly threw off, and the white shirt he’s sure is stained with something he’ll never be able to get rid of.  He stumbles into the clothing and turns back towards the nameless woman glaring at him from underneath the covers.

“Do you hate me?”

She rolls her eyes, “Get out of my house, asshole.” He winces.  He knows he deserves that.

“See you soon?” She shakes her head, and tugs a hand through her unruly hair, “Hopefully not.” Jungkook bolts out of there like his life depends on it but just as he pulls the front door open, somebody else blocks his way.  And suddenly everything in the world shifts, and he feels as though his heart has just split open right down the middle. 

Because standing in front of him, holding two bags of groceries, is an absolute angel.  

Jungkook thinks - no he’s certain - she’s the most beautiful woman he’s seen in his entire life, and now he understands the songs, and the sonnets and the plays.  This is what love at first sight is.

It has to be.

“Oh.”  She laughs a little, “Hi.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widen, “Hi.”

“You must be Y/N’s guest.” 

Y/N.  So that’s her name.

“Uh… Yeah.”

Her cheeks flush brightly, “I’m Soomi, Y/N’s roommate.” 

“Nice to meet you Y/N’s roommate.  I’m Jungkook.”

When she giggles, Jungkook feels like he’s ascended into another plane of existence.  

“Well it’s nice to meet you too.”  Her eyes lower to his haphazardly buttoned shirt, “Under the circumstances.” Jungkook feels stupid and wonderful all at the same time, and just as he’s about to do something crazy - like ask for her number, or ask her to marry him, even - somebody clears their throat from behind him.

In a moment, Jungkook remembers exactly where he is.  His heart drops.

Shit.

Y/N.

“I see you’ve met the asshole I slept with last night,” Y/N raises a brow and clicks her tongue, “You were just on your way out, Jungkook, weren’t you?”

“I… Uh…  Yeah.  On my way out.” Jungkook knows he has no right to feel dejected - after all he was the one who couldn’t remember Y/N’s name in the first place.  But he’s sure Soomi might very well be the love of his life, and he can’t possibly just walk out like this, can he? But when he turns to face Soomi he notices she’s already stepped out of the way for him… And there’s really nothing more he can do.  

“Well uh… It was nice to meet you Soomi,” He moves into the hallway and turns to give Y/N a half smile, “See you in class.”

“Like I said.”  Y/N pulls a face, “Hopefully not.”

Soomi giggles again and he feels like he’s been shot straight through the heart, “Bye Jungkook!”

The door slams shut in his face, and the moment Jungkook is alone he notices how quickly his heart is racing.  Oh god.

He’s in love. 

He has to be.

//

“Jungkook.  You’re being ridiculous.”  Jungkook’s roommate Namjoon rolls his dark eyes, “She is not the “love of your life.”  Stop being so dramatic, you sound like Jin.” Jungkook feels like his heart is about to burst.  It’s been less than three hours since he met Soomi and all he can think about is the curve of her smile.

“No.  I’m serious, Namjoon.  C’mon, when have you ever known me to feel this way about a girl?”

Namjoon sets his mug of coffee to one side and clicks his tongue, “Never.  I’ve never known you to feel this way about a girl.  Which only further proves my point - you’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re just made of ice,” He comments bitterly, “I’m serious Namjoon.  I’m in love.”

“Listen Jungkook you know I usually love to disagree with Namjoon,” This comes from Jungkook’s other roommate Taehyung who is slung across the couch lazily, “But I’ve got to say… This time he’s got a point.  You sound like a crazy person.”

“If you saw her you’d know exactly what I mean.” 

Namjoon rolls his eyes so hard Jungkook is surprised he doesn’t lose one to the back of his skull.

“It’s a girl Jungkook.  A girl you met for all of twenty seconds.” “She was an angel.”

Taehyung giggles, “You’ve really got it bad huh?” “My heart hasn’t stopped pounding since I left her.”  Jungkook feels himself deflate slightly, “I need to see her again.” “And how are you going to do that?”  Taehyung raises a dark brow, “Surely you don’t have any classes with her, or you would’ve seen her by now.”

“No but… I have classes with Y/N.”  Jungkook knows it’s a dumb suggestion.  

But he can’t help it.  He needs to see Soomi again. 

“Y/N as in the girl who you slept with and who’s name you couldn’t remember?”  Namjoon scoffs, “Even you can’t be dumb enough to think she’d help you out of the goodness of her heart.”

“No… Maybe not out of the goodness of her heart.”  Jungkook agrees, carding a hand through his cherry red locks, “But I can figure out something she wants.  Y’know… Mutually beneficial.”

“I hope you’re not talking about your penis,” Taehyung pulls a face. 

“Have you not been listening for the past hour Taehyung?  I am in love with Soomi - I’m not about to sleep with her roommate...Again.  I’m a one woman man.”

Namjoon pushes himself to his feet, “Your only hope is that she’s in love with somebody else.  Somebody you could potentially help her seduce.”

Jungkook stands too, “That’s brilliant.” “What about Hoseok?” Taehyung cocks his head to the side, “Everybody’s in love with Hoseok.”

“Do not drag Hoseok into this Jungkook.”  Namjoon gives his friend a pointed look, “I’m serious.  He’s still heartbroken over Alexa.”

“Alexis,” Taehyung corrects, “Why can’t you ever bother to get the names of our girlfriends right?”

As Namjoon and Taehyung argue over Namjoon’s inability to remember names correctly, Jungkook starts thinking of all the ways he can convince Y/N to help him with Soomi.

It’ll be a piece of cake.

Or so he hopes.

//

Monday morning rolls around and Jungkook spends practically every minute from the moment he leaves his dorm scouring the campus for Y/N.  She isn’t in his first class of the day - or even the second.  By his third class of the day he starts to wonder if maybe she’d confused him with someone else.

Maybe there’s another Jeon Jungkook on campus who sleeps with attractive women and forgets their name in the morning.  Somebody else is stealing his game.

But then - like a vision from heaven - she walks into his political science class as if she isn’t the key to all his happiness. Her eyes flit across the lecture room and when they land on Jungkook she glares.  He wants to sink back against himself but he refuses - instead he smiles widely and gestures for her to sit in the empty seat beside him.

She shakes her head as if he’s crazy (and to be honest, he might be) and instead moves towards the very back, sliding into a seat all on her own. 

Jungkook grunts.  He can’t really blame her. 

Still.  Does she really have to make things so difficult?

He grabs his books and shuffles over to where Y/N is sat, engrossed by something on her phone.  When he looks closer he realises it's one of those pimple popping compilations on Youtube.

Gross.

Jungkook clears his throat and when she looks up her expression morphs from surprise into annoyance.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting beside my new friend,” He grins wider, “Y/N.”

Her eyes narrow into slits, “What do you want?”

“To make amends,” Jungkook answers immediately, “I kind of feel like an asshole.” “You should.”  She gives him another look of annoyance, “But I’m also not stupid.  You’ve got the hots for Soomi, haven’t you?”

Jungkook feels his stomach drop.  Is he that obvious?

“Everyone has the hots for Soomi,” Y/N waves her hand noncommittally and gives him a once over, “Though not everyone has slept with her roommate.”

Jungkook winces.  It’s clear Y/N despises him.

“Would it help if I said I was sorry?”

“For forgetting my name or for giving me the worst head of my life?” The insult sears him.  Jungkook may be a little bit of a lady’s man but he’s always been determined to please his lovers.  He wishes he could remember any part of their tryst (to prove her wrong, more than anything) but once again he draws a blank.

“I can make it up to you.” She raises a brow, “I highly doubt that.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to argue with her - before Y/N’s attention is stolen by the figure that has just walked through the double doors of their lecture room.  Jungkook follows her gaze and smirks when he realises who she’s staring at.

“So you have the hots for Park Jimin then?”

Y/N’s eyes snap up to meet his and she seems flustered, “What?”

“You just looked at him like he rearranged the stars to spell your name,” Jungkook’s smirk widens, “You like him.”

Y/N looks ready to smack him across the face.  

“Shut up.”

“I’m not wrong though, am I?” When her eyebrows dip into a scowl, Jungkook knows he’s won this battle.  He leans towards her, conspiratorially. 

“I know Jimin well.”

That’s kind of a bold statement (and kind of a lie.)  Jungkook knows of Jimin.  He’s on the same dance team as Taehyung and Hoseok - two of Jungkook’s closest friends.  That’s enough of an in, isn’t it?

“No you don’t.”  She mutters with a roll of her eyes, “I can see where you’re going with this.”

“No seriously.  He’s best friends with Kim Taehyung,” Again a slight overstatement, but Jungkook doesn’t correct himself, “And Taehyung is like my brother.  We grew up together.”

“So what?  You help me out with Jimin and I have to do the same for Soomi?”  She scoffs, “Soomi and I are best friends.  I don’t want to lie to her.” “It wouldn’t be lying.”  Jungkook’s voice pinches a little, “It’s just helping fate along.” “Fate?”  Y/N’s expression morphs into one of disbelief, “Oh my god.  You really do have the hots for her.” “If cupid himself descended to earth and shot me in the ass with an arrow, I’d feel exactly the same for her.  Seriously.”

Y/N seems to contemplate the suggestion.  Her eyes move to meet the back of Jimin’s head - where he’s sat in the front row - and she sighs heavily.  Jungkook tries to read her face. 

Is she softening up to the idea?

“Let’s say I agreed to help you.”  Her voice is flat, “How can I be sure Soomi won’t just be another notch on your bedpost?”

Jungkook feels his chest constrict, “I resent that.  Just because I have more experience than others doesn’t mean I’m an asshole.  I don’t pursue women with the intentions of fucking them over.”

He won’t admit it but that assumption kind of pisses him off.  

When Y/N is quiet a moment longer, Jungkook sighs and tugs a hand through his hair. 

“If I do fuck her over…. Which I won’t.  I give you full permission to start a rumour that my penis is the size of a cocktail sausage.  I won’t even deny it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen and Jungkook notices (but doesn’t comment on) a red flush to her neck.

“Alright.  Fine.  I’ll help you out with Soomi, if you help me out with Jimin.”

Jungkook has to force himself not to punch the air in triumph.  Instead he grins - nice and wide - and nudges Y/N playfully, “I think this is the start of a very beautiful friendship.”

She groans.

“I’m already regretting this.”

//

Jungkook sends Y/N a text message the next morning, bright and early.  He doesn’t expect a response from her - he assumes she’s more of a night owl than an early bird - but then his phone pings in response and he has to say he’s a little surprised.

Jungkook: good mornin’ y/n… this is cupid calling 

Y/N: y’know..  I knew giving you my number was a bad idea 

Jungkook: oh c’mon don’t be like that, now that we’re friends you should definitely start warming up to me

Her reply takes a little longer but Jungkook isn’t worried.  Despite what she feels towards him, Y/N thinks her only way to Jimin’s heart is through Jungkook.  So she’ll just have to put up with it.

Y/N: I just puked in my mouth at the thought of warming up anywhere close to you.  Gross

Jungkook smiles at her response.

Jungkook: I think you like me more than you're willing to admit.  Anyway we need to get on with our…. Agreement.  Want to come round this evening to discuss arrangements?  I’ll even throw in some pizza and beer.

Y/N: I only like hawaiian.

Jungkook: Disgusting.  You and Namjoon will get on fantastically then.  Alright hawaiian it is. 

He sends her his address and when she replies with the puking emoji he laughs despite himself.

Maybe she’s not all that bad.

//

“Pineapple on pizza is a cardinal sin.” Y/N glares at Jungkook as she tucks into her third slice, “Why are you hating?”

“I just - I don’t get it.”

Y/N had arrived at his apartment earlier that evening with a six pack of beer in what Jungkook had assumed was a begrudging olive branch.  The two of them had spent the last hour discussing the delicate intricacies of mario kart, and Jungkook had found himself enjoying her company more and more.

He hated to admit it but she was kind of cool.

Only kind of, though.

“You don’t get it because your taste buds are subpar,” She moves her mouth into a small smile and Jungkook almost gasps at the gesture, “Hawaiian is the only acceptable way to eat pizza.  Period.”

“Y’know you look much cuter when you smile,” He quips, watching as she chokes on the last piece of crust, “You should do it more often.” Her eyes narrow into a glare, “I smile at people who bother to remember my name.”

“I thought you’d forgiven me for that.  I’m helping you out with Jimin aren’t I?”

Y/N laughs - and Jungkook is surprised at the warmth in her tone, “At a price.  Or are you forgetting I’m setting you up with Soomi?”

“Which reminds me,” He scoots closer towards her, pushing the pizza box out of the way, “What’s our plan of action?” Y/N seems to pause for a moment, her eyes flicking nervously across his face as she tucks some of her hair behind her ear.  Jungkook doesn’t comment on her sudden shift in behaviour, but he notices it. 

Man.  Girls are weird.

“I thought maybe… You could come over one night, to watch a movie or whatever.  And you could ask Taehyung and Jimin to join, too.”

Jungkook nods emphatically, “That’s a good plan.  Something intimate to really plant those seeds of love.”

Y/N laughs again and he notices the crinkles at the sides of her eyes when she does so.  Weird.  Why hasn’t he seen those before?  Admittedly… It’s kind of adorable.

“Plant those seeds of love,” She pulls a face, “You really are a wordsmith, Jeon Jungkook.” 

“Is it any wonder when my major is English lit?”

“Me too,” She cocks her head to one side, hair falling out from behind her ears, “Makes sense why you’re in most of my classes.”

Jungkook feels kind of (very) guilty as memories of their morning together are brought back.

“I really do feel like shit for not remembering you.”  He rubs the back of his neck in that universal boy sign for awkwardness, and clicks his tongue, “I wish I had.”

She shrugs, her eyes darkening a moment as she looks away, “It’s alright.  I’m kind of used to it to be honest.  Always been more of a... Background kind of person.” 

Jungkook clucks, like a mother hen disappointed at her chicks, “Hey don’t say that about yourself.”

When Y/N moves her eyes to meet with his own again, Jungkook notices she doesn’t seem angry or bitter.   Just resigned.

“But it’s true,” She licks her bottom lip and smiles almost sadly, “Soomi’s always been the centre of attention everywhere we go.  And I’ve known her… Forever, really.  So it makes sense.  Someone always has to take the back seat.  I don’t mind it.  Suits me just fine.”

Now Jungkook really feels like an asshole.  When she was prickly, it was easy to shove everything under the carpet, and pretend that not knowing her name wasn’t sort of horrible.

But now she was being nice, it made everything a hundred times worse.

“I’m sorry Y/N.  Really.”  

She meets his gaze again and smiles - this time a little lighter, “Don’t worry about it.  Now you know who I am… And you’ll never forget it.  Not least because I’m the love of your life’s best friend.”

Jungkook feels kind of awful right now, but he knows that apologising again will probably only annoy her.  He tucks his guilt somewhere into the back of his mind and smiles widely, trying to ease the mood.

“Right.  And I’m the person who is going to help you snag the man of your dreams!” 

She laughs at that, taking a final chug of her beer before setting the empty bottle to one side.

“Park Jimin here I come!”

“You’ve got a one way ticket to Bonetown and Jimin is flying first class!”

She laughs louder, this time snorting, “That makes no sense, but I’ll take it.”

They spend the rest of the evening hanging out in a way that feels strangely familiar, and it’s only when Y/N’s head begins to lull to one side that Jungkook realises it’s past three am.  And as he orders her an uber home, and insists she takes the final slice of pizza for the journey home, Jungkook realises that Y/N is more than just kind of cute.

She’s kind of great.

//

Later on that week, as Jungkook fills Namjoon and Taehyung in on his progress with Y/N, the former seems less than impressed.

“This is only going to end badly.”  Namjoon shakes his head, “Haven’t you ever seen a romantic comedy?  Shit like this only ends in tears.”

Jungkook takes a swig from his beer and rolls his eyes, “Have you ever tried to be positive a single day in your life Namjoon?  Y/N agreed to help me.  It’s progress.”

“But you dragged me into it,” Taehyung seems unimpressed, “And I told you me and Jimin aren’t even that close.”

“Okay so I might have embellished slightly….”

“Slightly?  You called us the best of friends,” Taehyung groans at his friend’s stupidity, “I’m not sure Jimin even knows what major I’m taking.”

“This is the most Jungkook problem of all time,” Namjoon guffaws at the situation, “How the hell are you going to sort this out.” “Tae - I just need you to convince Jimin to come on one date.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “I don’t know him that well, Kook.  What exactly am I supposed to say?” 

“I don’t know but you once convinced your mom those nudes of you that got leaked senior year of high school were actually for an art project,” Jungkook pleads with his friend, “I know  you can do this.” Taehyung laughs at the memory and pulls a face, “If he says no though, there’s not much else I can do.” “Fine.  But at least try.”

Jungkook knows that the universe is working in his favour.  It has to be.  The moment he laid eyes on Soomi he knew he’d never be happy again without her.

“Alright Kook I’ll try.  But I’m not making any promises.” Jungkook grins, “You’re the best.”

“I know I am,” He leans further back into the couch and grabs a slice of the pizza Namjoon ordered, surreptitiously picking off the pineapple, “Now what are you going to do about Y/N?” Jungkook raises a brow, “What do you mean?” “Well you described her as a she-demon,” Namjoon snorts, choking on some of his beer, “How exactly is that going to seduce Jimin?” “Remember everyone loves him,” Taehyung tacks on - less than helpfully - his smirk growing, “She’s going to have to get in line.” “Everyone does not love Jimin.”

Taehyung scoffs, “You’re kidding right?  I once watched him turn down three girls in one night.”

“Yeah.  This girl from my psych class says he’s still heart broken from his ex,” Namjoon seems to be enjoying Jungkook’s predicament a little too much, “Says he won’t even give anyone a chance.”

Jungkook refuses to let his friends’ pessimism get in the way of his elation.  He’s one step closer to Soomi, and if Jimin thinks he can be the one to stand in his way he’s got another thing coming.

“I’ll make it work.”  He answers with more confidence than he necessarily feels, “Besides, Y/N’s not that bad.  In certain lights she might even be considered kind of… Cute.  She’s just a little...brash.”

“Could her brashness towards you be due to the fact you forgot her name after an evening of vigorous love making?”  Taehyung gives his friend a knowing look, “I mean that would probably even hurt you Jungkook.  And you’re the master of not giving a fuck.”

“I apologised.”  He says it like that should fix everything, but in the depths of his heart Jungkook knows forgetting her name was kind of (really) shitty, “Besides.  If I really do set her up with Jimin and this all works out perfectly she’ll have a lot to thank me for.  Might even forgive me.”

Taehyung laughs and Namjoon pulls a face.

“We live in hope.” “That we do Joon.” Jungkook grins, “That we do.”

//

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The View ~ LMH [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT:3.5K

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader

GENRE: SMUT, fluffy with smut, blow job in a car, teasing, against the window fuck, creampie, begging to cum, unprotected sex, loving Minho, spanking,

A/N: Since you wanted this to be smut I went with a Charity Gala setting 🥰💕 Hope that you enjoy this sweetie     

Giant crystal chandeliers dangling from the ceilings of the huge property you were walking through. A live pianist playing in the corner of the room that you were standing in. The whole thing gave you "Mafia Ball" vibes as you stood with your boyfriend. Tonight was supposed to be a huge charity benefit where people would auction off items for charity. Everything felt and looked as though it was expensive, as though you could never afford anything happening inside of the room. 

"You look breathtaking tonight." Chan, one of the leading benefactors said as he took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the top. Minho's grasp on your arm tightening just a little as he felt someone else next to you. He wasn't exactly the jealous type but tonight you looked exceptionally good and he would be dammed if anyone but himself told you that. 

"Minho," Chan smirked knowing just what he was doing, getting under Minho's skin like a splinter made of Iron.

"Easy," You whispered when you felt Minho's hands on your arm tight ever so slightly. 

"I'm all yours, remember." You smirked placing a soft kiss on Minho's cheek, leaving a faint mark of your lipstick across his skin. Minho did not want to be here under any circumstances. The moment he had seen you he wanted to stay home and never go anywhere else with you. 

It was the dress you were wearing, something he hadn't seen until tonight. A long black gown with a slit up the left leg. The velvet fabric clung to your body perfect and helped show each and every part Minho loved most about you. 

Including the lace bodice that seemed to be driving Minho wild at the sight of it. You knew he wouldn't be able to resist you in it but it wasn't for him. Tonight you were being auctioned off, only to dance with of course. 

Most of the females at the benefit were doing it in order to help raise money. It was a dance or they would be doing a carwash. You figured dancing would be far more beneficial to everyone and time savingly.

"Can we go yet?" Minho's voice was muffled as he put his head in your neck. Arms wrapping around your waist as he clung onto you, wanting nothing more than to go home and take the dress off you. It wasn't completely one-sided of course. The suit he was wearing was making your heart flutter and your legs shake just a little.

All black suit with a waistcoat and tie, it was something simple and yet on Minho, it looked gorgeous. Though to you Minho always looked gorgeous but tonight was something different. There was always something about a man wearing a suit that drove your mind wild.

"We can't go yet, you know I have to be bid on soon." You laughed, running your hand through his brown hair and ruffling it just a little. A low growl escaped his lips at the mention of the auction, it wasn't as though it was something he was best pleased about. The mere thought of you dancing with somebody else was going to drive him into a jealously spin and he didn't know if he would control himself. 

"You promised to be good," You smirked as he pulled you tighter, holding you from behind as he looked around at everyone in the room. There were so many other men in the room that would be willing to dance with you, barely taking their eyes off you from the moment you joined. 

"I am. I will." He muttered looking at you and sighing a little. It wasn't as though he was possessive just protective over you. 

"Ladies if you would like to come up onto the stage," A voice called out through a microphone. You smiled trying to leave Minho's arms but he locked them tightly around you. 

"Don't." He whined before you finally freed yourself. Kissing his cheek before heading up to the stage to join the rest of the girls up there. All of them dressed to impress.

"Finally we have Miss Y/l/n, shall we start the bidding at 

₩160000?" The female running the auction asked as she looked out at the crowd. A hand began raising toward the front and you smiled seeing Chan standing there. A lift was somehow lifted from you knowing that someone other than Minho would be willing to bid on you. 

"Do I hear, 170?" The woman answered, laughing as Minho's hand at the back shot right into the air. A smirk plastered across Chan's face as he winked up at you, raising the offer higher and higher each time the woman asked. Always trying to outbid Minho. Until finally, 

"1,000,000 going once...Twice...Congratulations Minho you won a dance with your own girlfriend," The announcer chuckled as you headed down from the stage, smirking at Chan as you passed him. 

"Well played Christopher," You whispered as he kissed your hand softly. 

"Anything for the charity, tell Minho we'll take it in cash or cheque," Shaking your head at him you began to walk toward Minho who looked jealous. It was clear to you what Chan had been doing from the start, just a little game in order to raise enough money but not to Minho.

To Minho it was a sign of Chan making a move for you, trying to take the person that Minho cared most about in this world. 

"We can't leave, you have to dance first." You whispered to Minho, taking your arm in your hand and squeezing just a little. Giving him a look to let him know that there was nothing going on between Chan and you. 

"You've got me," You whispered to him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and smiling.

Swaying together on the dance floor all Minho could focus on was the way you moved your hips. Watching your every movement as you danced together with him. Normally he would be an avid dance partner but not tonight, tonight he was worried about what everyone else was doing. If they were watching you and he wanted to show who you were, that you were his and his alone.

"Y/n," He breathed out as you turned your back on him, his arms linked around your waist as you rolled your hips back to meet his crotch.

"What?" A smirk hit your lips as you began to feel him grow from one small touch. Barely even a full touch from you and he was already needy and ready to take you home. Not even home, there was one thing Minho hadn't told you about tonight and that was that he had organised something. 

Nothing large but an overnight stay in a fancy hotel for the two of you. Something to get you out of the house and experience this luxury a little while longer.

"We're going," He ordered in your ear as he took your arm into his grasp and headed toward the exit. 

"Minho, we haven't even paid yet." You laughed a little as he continued to pull you out. Ignoring the looks he was gaining from other people at the function.

"Hmm my boy is so needy," You breathed out as you sat in the front passenger seat of his car. Hands resting on his thigh rubbing softly as his whole body seemed to tense up. Mind trying to focus on driving while you inched your hand higher and higher up his thigh until it was at his crotch. Palming him gently through the fabric of his smart pants. 

"Fuck," He whined out rolling his hips a little at a red light, glancing to you as he felt himself growing harder beneath your touch. Almost getting to the point where it was unbearable to feel you so close and yet so far away from him at the same time. The light changed and he drove again, your hand palming him a little harder as your other hand worked on undoing his buttons. 

"You missed our turning," You laughed as you saw Minho staring straight ahead. Eyes darkened as he shook his head at you, the feeling of taking you to a nice hotel for a romantic evening gone. Now all he wanted to do was get you there and fuck you so hard you would regret touching him in the car.

"Speak to me Minho," You whined as you took him out of his pants, pumping him in your hand as he let out a groan. Still not uttering a word in your direction so you continued to pump him, running your thumb along the slit of his cock and smirking. If he wasn't going to talk to you, you would have other ways of making him.

"Hmm, I guess you don't want to..." You whispered leaning down a little to spit onto his cock, kitten licking the head of his penis before smirking to yourself. There was one thing Minho hated most in the world and that was you teasing him. Glaring up at him you took him to the back of your throat, wasting no time in bobbing your head up and down. Swallowing around the head of his cock to make it tighter for him and enjoying the noises he let out. 

The whimpers and moans of your name as he continued to drive, in the completely wrong direction of your home together. 

"S-Shit!" He grunted parking in the parking lot as you continued to take him in your mouth. Playing with his balls until he let go into your mouth, slamming his hands onto the wheel and moaning out. 

"Shit! Y/n, fuck." He watched you as you raised from his crotch and wiped the corner of your lips. Slowly parting your mouth to show him all of his cum inside of your mouth. 

"You swallow it right now," He ordered as he took your face in his hands, tilting it back so that you couldn't drop any. Smirking at him you stared him in the eyes, not moving or swallowing anything. 

"I suggest you swallow it or you will spend the night clenching your thighs together at the thought of my cock being stuffed inside of you." The moment he threatened you with that you swallowed, parting your lips to show him that every last drop was gone and he smirked. A smug look plastered across his face as he got out of the car and pulled you out with him. 

"What are we doing here?" You questioned as you began to walk in the direction of the hotel. Minho simply smiled, tilting your head up to the fourth floor and showing you the large floor to ceiling windows. 

"You're going to get stuffed up against that window," He whispered right before wandering off on his own to go and check into the room. Leaving your legs rubbing together at the thought of him doing that with you. Something you had both wanted to do for the longest time.

"Whoa!" You breathed out rushing over to the window and staring out at the city. Everything looked beautiful, you weren't that high up and yet you could still see everything. 

"The city lights look like stars," You whispered gazing out at everything as Minho dropped his bag onto the bed. Some spare clothes for the two of you to go home in tomorrow, that was if you could still walk by the time he was done with you. 

You opened your mouth about to say something else when your hands were pinned to the window above your head. Minho took in a deep breath and smirked at you,

"We should make this the best night of your life," He whispered as he bit down on your ear lobe, grinding his already hard cock against your ass with a smirk.

"T-The bed," You whispered but Minho shook his head, running one hand down the side of your dress to find the zip. 

"The bed looks, great baby...I would just throw you down, put you on your stomach and make you beg for my cock but..." He smirked taking in a deep breath and looking at the way you rubbed your thighs together at his words. How could you not? The thought of Minho doing anything to you sent a pool to your panties and made your stomach do flips.

"Against the window?" You questioned as you turned around to face him, holding your dress by the bodice since Minho had already unzipped your gown. 

"Take it off baby...Nice and slow." He whispered watching as you slowly let the dress fall to the ground. Exposing the black lace underwear set you had worn that night. 

"Now your bra," He smirked licking his lips as he watched you yet again. Unclasping your bra and watching him as you threw it to the side, 

"So hot," He moaned out as you began to rub your breasts in your hands.

"Shit princess, look at you...Squeeze and pinch your nipples like a good girl." He praised as you followed his orders, letting out a soft whimper. Nothing would feel as when he would do this to you, but you knew this was punishment for making him cum in your mouth in the car.

"Now your panties," He stood back a little, stripping himself down to nothing but his shirt and pants, watching as you kicked off your panties. Licking your lips as his eyes went straight to your core. 

"Tease your little pussy for me," He whispered watching as you began to slowly rub yourself with your fingers. Eyes fluttering shut as you imagined his fingers on you instead of your own. 

"Yes, just like that...Good girl." He praised once more watching as you continued to slowly and gently rub your clit. Letting out small whines when you couldn't touch yourself quite how he could.

"Look at that, all dripping wet and ready to be fucked." He whispered in satisfaction, rubbing himself through his pants as he moved closer to you. 

"Turn around and bent down in front of the window baby." He smirked slapping and grabbing your ass as you turned away from him. 

"Right against the glass baby, like a beautiful piece of art for people to see," He stood behind you, cock brushing between your folds as he made you look out at the city. 

"You think anyone can see? Maybe they can see the way your tits press up against the glass." He sniggered rubbing your clit with the head of his cock making you whine. 

"Minho please, fuck me." You begged him, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder but he looked at you. 

"I'll take my time with you, baby," He placed a soft kiss on your neck making your eyes flutter shut. You always loved feeling his lips on your neck, they made you feel so safe around him.

Rubbing himself at your entrance he made you face forward, cock ready to push into you as you whined. 

"F-Fuck, I'm just going to push into you baby," He smirked sliding into you and moaning out as you clenched around him,

"Mhmm, always so tight around my cock." He grunted as you moaned out. Hands stretched on the window as you looked out at the city, 

"Look at that, you're already starting to fog up the window baby." He chuckled as he began to slowly ease out of you only to slam right back into you and moan out. 

"Up against the glass, good girl." He moaned out as you pushed yourself against the glass, ignoring how cold it was against your tits and enjoying the way it felt to have him inside of you. Every inch of his cock stretching you out as he eased in and out of you. 

"Fuck, you're so much tighter...You like this huh?" He smirked slapping your ass and rubbing it softly in his hands, 

"You like being fucked up against a window when anybody could see you?" You knew this was either going to make or break tonight so you smirked, 

"Anyone? Like Chan?" Minho's hips froze as he held himself deep inside of your cunt. Hand gripping onto your ass as he asked you to repeat it. 

"What was that angel?" The roughness in his voice made you clench around him and he chuckled. 

"C-Chan could be watching," You repeated as you moaned out, rolling your hips back but he pushed you against the glass.

"You want that? You want Chan to see the way I fuck this pussy?" He began to roughly fuck in and out of you. Moaning out as you continued to try and grip onto the window. 

"Fuck! Just like that!" You screamed as he continued to get rougher with you, biting down on your skin. 

"You want Chan to see who makes you scream? Who you cum for ?" He smirked at you. 

"Acting like the little slut you are for me?" You could barely form words as you whimpered and nodded at him.

"Getting fucked from behind in front of the window, you're fucking mine." He grunted his thrusts getting harsher with each word that he spoke. Hands gripping onto your hips as you cried out nothing but his name. Getting lost in the feeling of his cock hitting that one spot over and over again. 

"You're fucking mine, say it." He ordered as he froze inside of you, holding himself at that one spot that made your toes curl into the carpeted floor. 

"No one can fuck you like that, can they?" He growled at you, hand slapping against your ass,

"No! No one can!" You screamed as he began to thrust once again, tits hitting the window as you cried out his name. 

"Take my dick baby, like the good little girl you are," He moaned out as you clenched around him, feeling your high fast approaching as you nodded 

"F-Fuck me Minho, fuck." You cried out as he continued to pound in and out of you harder against the glass. Moaning out your name as he kissed down your neck. 

"I like the view right now," He smirked as he continued to fuck into, rolling your hips against his as you cried out his name. Head getting lost at the feeling of him inside of you.

"You feel so good Minho," You moaned out as you looked over at him, moaning out as he slapped your ass again.

"Hmm, if Chab could see you like this right now, bent over for me getting fucked right against the window." He slapped your ass again and you moaned out, feeling your stomach tightening. The orgasm building up inside of you as your eyes began to shut,

"Minho!" You cried out as your legs began to shake a little, hands reaching into the window to grip onto anything you could.

"You want to cum?" You nodded desperately and he smirked, grabbing your shoulders as he began to pound into our harder, 

"Pound into that tight fucking pussy harder," He chuckled deeply as he began to get rougher with you.

"Fuck!" You screamed out, hands slamming against the glass as he looked at you in pleasure.

"That's the spot isn't it?" He chuckled as he moaned out, hitting that one spot that caused your legs to shake and your pussy to clench around him. Holding your shoulders to slam into that one point over and over again without fail. Your eyes widening as you felt yourself beginning to tip over the edge.

"Shit, shit! F-Fill me up! Fuck me full with your cum." You begged him looking over at him as he continued to fuck into you. Eyes darkening as he nodded his head 

"Make it drip out of me," You begged as he moaned out. Enjoying the way you begged for him as he fucked you like this.

"Yeah?" He questioned as you nodded over and over again. 

"YES!" You practically demanded as you looked over at him.

"So fucking beautiful, so sexy." He whimpered as he nodded at you, 

"Cum on my cock angel, cum around me." He moaned out as you cried out his name. Hands slamming against the glass as you finally let go of the release inside of you. Letting your orgasm wash over you like a wave and cum around him. Clenching and shaking uncontrollably as he fucked his load into you.

The moment you dropped down onto the bed Minho switched demeanor, holding your waist in his and smiling. Making sure to hold you close to his body and rub your back softly. 

"I love you, baby," He whispered as he placed his lips on your skin softly and lovingly. Never wanting to let you go all night long if he could manage it, 

"We can order room service if you want?" He offers, realising that neither of you had eaten much at the charity event and how hungry you must have been. 

"Sure, with chocolate cake?" You hummed turning around in his arms so you were face to face with him, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Perfect, I'll order it all soon." He whispers before kissing you once again.

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[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 24: OH...HI

after months and too much longing, you finally meet corpse in person.

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author’s note: we did it joe.

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You woke up. That’s a lie, you didn’t sleep. Too much to plan, too much can go wrong and you’re...Not nervous, no, that’s not quite accurate. Excited. Yes, excited, so excited that two Redbulls and three coffees (so far!) make you jitter around the apartment like a butterfly that can’t find a flower bed to rest on. 

Rae has almost had enough of your...random spurts of energy. So what if you ran a few laps, climbed a few tables, sang karaoke a bit too loud and yet another noise complaint had been issued? It arrived exactly an hour after your concert via your displeased landlord. Rae was, of course, the one to apologize because you were too busy trying on miniskirts. After that ordeal was taken care of, no sooner than Rae shut the front door with an exhausted sigh, you emerged from your room clad in your prettiest outfit. You present it to her with a bright smile and flourish. 

She is not impressed.

“Will you quit it?” She questions, arms crossed over her chest. Your grin does not damper -- you’re used to such harsh treatment, having accepted her backhanded way of showing love long ago. Instead, you flick your wrists, showing off an ungodly amount of rings. You’re not certain of the exact number because you can’t count, “Y/n.” Her voice gains an edge, but you persist. Show off your shoes that have cute lil’ charms that jingle jangle not unlike the spurs on a hot cowgirl’s boots, “Y/n.” Her eyes narrow in displeasure, her stern tone making you falter in your dramatic stride down the imaginary catwalk, “Just stop.”

Okay! So maybe you’re not as used to her coldness as you thought you were. Your expression sours, and you quit the act, even if a part of you - one you barely fight off, goodness, you almost perish in that battle - wants to continue but even more annoying. As if you could somehow block her rationality with manic energy. 

“What?” You ask, trying to keep the mood lighthearted despite her squared shoulders and tight frown, “I’m just having a bit of fun!” You say with a joyous little laugh, reaching for a glass of much needed water.

“No, you’re panicking.” Her words make the glass still, hoovering by your painted lips, but it’s short lived. You take a greedy gulp and it tastes fresh with a pinch of lipstick, “Look, I get it...” She shakes her head softly, “You’re meeting the guy you like for the first time, you jumped the gun straight to dating and now you’re...Anxious. It’s normal, you know.”

“But I’m not anxious.” You persist, and you really do mean it. You don’t like how she looks at you as if you’re the one that’s misunderstanding your own feelings. You set the glass down with a soft clink, heaving your own sigh, “I’m not, I’m really happy actually.” You explain softly, “It’s just...my way of dealing with it. I’m more... Worried about Corpse, to be honest.” You add, a tad quieter, “But, like, it’s all good!” You exclaim, strolling up to her and landing your hands on her shoulders, “I prepared.”

And it’s true! You had spent the night scouring the depths of the internet. Read every WikiHow article on how to deal with someone with extreme anxiety, how to not make things painfully awkward, and how to talk to boys (just in case. The last time you stumbled upon that particular article was way back in middle school when you had a crush on that one guy you saw in your school’s cafeteria every now and then. Naturally, that led you down the rabbit hole, and according to WikiHow’s How To Tell If A Boy Likes You guidebook, you found out that he was absolutely enamored with you because he glanced in your direction, like, two times. Safe to say that love story went nowhere. The point still stands). 

So you forward all of this information to Rae, nestled in her bed whilst she lazily folds her clothes; clarify that you know that nothing much can happen, and that this whole situation is delicate, and that you must tread carefully because you don’t want to overwhelm him. She pauses her actions, glancing behind her to watch you staring idly at the ceiling, so peaceful, so thoughtful. And it’s not the eerie calmness you had displayed during your murderous spree in the last Among Us game, no, it’s just...quiet understanding. 

“I’m actually impressed.” She says. You merely hum, counting the dust slowly descending in the cascading light, “You’re not as clueless as I thought.” Your lips quirk into a shy smile at the compliment- “Or as tactless.” - and turn downward just as quick.

“That implies that I’m always tactless.”

“You are.” She states and you sit up, a soft frown pinching your brows, “Not like, in a terrible way. You just...don’t think about your actions. Or the repercussions. You just know that you can get away with everything.”

“And I can!”

“That doesn’t actually mean you should do something just because you can. You know I’ll always support you. Literally everyone will always support you. But I’m not gonna coddle you. You’re just...a lot. Online and especially in person. But the fact that you’re actually taking this seriously and taking his feelings into consideration is...well, the bare minimum, but still, good job.”

...Much to think about. You don’t like thinking, it makes your head hurt. Though, that could just be the lack of sleep. You cross your legs and plop your head in your hand, tired eyes blinking owlishly, “Do you...think I should change what I’m wearing?”

Prompted by your question, she gives you a careful once over, “I mean, it’s signature you.”

“Signature me is a hoodie and some sweatpants.”

She smiles, “Then go change. Your outfit is a bit distracting for just...Hanging out indoors, no? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either way, though.”

“I just...” You bite the inside of your cheek, mulling your words over. Truly, the last time you were so attentive was when you went Psycho Mode in Among Us, which, to be fair, wasn’t that long ago. Perhaps there wasn’t a chance to let your mind dull - it’s almost as sharp as your butterfly knife, “I figured that if, like,” You vaguely motion with your hands, “if I be, like, all over the place, and wearing something cute, he’d be, like, distracted? And less anxious? No...awkward silence?”

“First meetings are always awkward, it’s natural.” She chimes, “I mean, if you’re so nervous-”

“I’m not nervous!”

“-then just don’t overthink it. I know it’s easier said than done, but you’re you, and Corpse is Corpse, and he likes you for who you are, and even if it is a bit awkward, I’m sure it’ll, like, blow over in a second. It really doesn’t matter how you look, Y/n.” She grins, “Plus, it’s not like you’re greeting him in your underwear or something.”

You will not admit that that was your plan B, not when you just landed in her good graces. You nod, “...I’ll go change.” 

And so you do. Pick out your cutest hoodie and some sweatpants. Put away your jingle jangle shoes with a broken heart, instead of them donning your fluffiest socks; slip off some rings because they keep falling off of your fingers. It’s almost like all of those transformation scenes in rom-coms that are still popular for some reason, except you’re hot before and after, so there’s really no transformation at all. 

Now you wait. Just wait, all other activities are excluded from this. Rae comes back to find you sitting on the edge of your bed, back straight, hands neatly folded on your lap. She compares you to a Sim’s character and you allow her. After mercilessly mocking you and snapping a few pictures - for blackmail, you assume - she helpfully informs that she is leaving because she doesn’t want to get in the way, but your psychic abilities which you acquired just now tell you that she simply doesn’t want to witness this train wreck. Not that it’ll be a train wreck, it would be if you were nervous, but you aren’t. 

You just aren’t. You fidget with the rings adoring your hand; toy with the hem of your hoodie; bounce your leg up and down. It’s just caffeine, okay?! Fuck this, Twitter time.

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[ADDING A MUSICAL INTERMISSION, LISTEN TO THIS IF YOU WANT (I WROTE THIS CHAPTER WITH IT IN MIND)]

The waiting commences, only now it somehow feels more intense. The sun is setting, and you really want to be one of those cute girls that fill their camera roll with pictures of the sunset and the roseate sky, but your hands are trembling and holding up your phone feels like too much of a hassle. You’d rather just sit there, alone in the apartment, in the pin-drop silence, extremely uncomfy and tense, as if waiting for the end of the world. 

A notification sounds off and your life flashes before your eyes. Hastily, you check it, a sticky mixture of delight and something else, something unpleasant constricting, making your stomach churn. He’s here. Holy shit, it’s happening. You order your anime plushies to stop fucking panicking, they’re like, totally embarrassing you at the moment! You wonder if they have their own little group chat, but instead of Totally Spies it’s called Total Embarrassment. Yikes, okay, that was harsh. After a good scolding, and a heartfelt apology for getting so heated, you smooth down the non-existent wrinkles on your modest outfit, and quickly waddle over to the electronic apartment thingie something something... you unlock the main door, okay!? This is for some reason feeling very not cash money, so you break out in a little dance number.

The doorbell does not sing that shrill, unpleasant tune; rather, there’s a soft knock on the apartment’s door, and you pause your shuffling, your renegade, and perk up at the imposing future hidden behind a slab of wood. Your heart beats a melody all on it’s own, and it’s loud, uncoordinated, like a musician that’s still familiarizing themselves with their instrument. And there’s that knock again, as uncertain as you’re feeling, and your clammy fingers latch onto the lock and turn it and now there is no more hiding - such a possibility is no longer an option; no more sporadic dances or sitting in disheartening silence and letting your thoughts weight you down.

You’re not quite sure what you were thinking about before you saw him in the threshold, head tilted slightly, fluffy dark hair obscuring the bags under his eyes, hunched, one ringed hand clutching onto the strap of his duffel bag, the other frozen mid-air, ready to knock one more time lest you didn’t hear him the first two. No, truly, you can’t, for the life of you, remember what all the fuss was about. 

“...Oh.” It’s a soft sound, so quiet, but not surprised, rather...relieved. Faint shimmers of a smile reach you, hidden behind a black face mask - the panini chic! You must stan a respectful king - but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you question it’s sincerity. He fails to return your gaze, rather choosing to stare somewhere over your shoulder. His eyes seem unfocused. Apprehensive. A wild thought occurs to you that he expected you to trick him somehow, and wild thoughts invade the land of your mind often, but never in such a way. You clutch the handle just a bit tighter.

His hand retreats to his side, up to his mask and you think he’s about to unhook it but he stills, and there’s panic there, as if he had been moving unconsciously, as if he hadn’t realized what he’s doing. He plays it off by idly scratching his cheek, muttering an equally quiet, “Hi.” to fill the silence.

Finally, your WikiHow knowledge can come in handy, along with your common sense, “Hey, pretty boy.” You mutter, pulling away from the door, “Make yourself at home!” You slide to the kitchen, your socks acting not unlike ice-skates cutting through the Arctic frost covered ground. You hope that with you occupied and not watching him as closely he’ll feel slightly more at ease. 

You’d like to hug him. Kiss him, definitely. But if he’s so uncomfortable that he can’t bring himself to shed his mask in your presence, then there’s really nothing you can do. 

You hear the door shut and lock behind you as you pull out two glasses from the cupboard, humming a song you can’t quite recall the name of. You ask him if he’d like something to drink - it was a short flight, yet a flight still, and planes always make you thirsty, and there you go talking his ear off. You end abruptly, but smoothly, like a true diplomat; if he notices, you have no way of knowing - he doesn’t provide even a hint. He’s hard to read, and literature was never your best subject. But you’re trying.

He sets his duffel bag down on a nearby chair, “I, uhhh,” His voice is raspy and low, another indication of a pathetic lack of sleep, “I...got you something, uhh, I dunno-dunno if I should...give it now, or?” He sends you a questioning glance, but it doesn’t linger. Your offer of drinks is momentarily forgotten, though you hardly mind. 

You grin, “Sure! I love gifts, gimmie gimmie.” You make grabby hands, and he snorts, and it would’ve sounded endearing if he didn’t sound so fucking tired. He unzips the bag, and you pad your way to him, mindful of personal space (something you, in most social situations, chose to pretend does not exist). You note his hands quivering lightly, just like yours had in the agonizing wait, but he hides it well. You wish you could hold them. You’re afraid to try.

He pulls out a black hoodie and you recognize the custom art on it instantly - it’s his merch. He presents it in awkward flourish, murmuring a “Tadaaaa” under his breath; your heart skips a pleasant beat, and you have to bite down on your lower lip lest you smile appears too big. The fabric is soft under your fingers, and you accept his gift with a dramatic bow, and he turns his head away with another little laugh. You’re chipping away at the ice around him; it’s a slow process, but it’s worth the effort.

Truly, your own hoodie is shabby in comparison - icky, how could you have ever worn such a thing in the first place?! You’ll have to do extensive research in fashion magazines and Printerest so such a slip-up may never happen again. You discard it hastily and put his on instead; it smells like washing detergent with hints of cologne, one you instantly pin point belonging to him, “It’s, uhhh, it’s mine? I hope you, uhh, I didn’t have any spare ones, so-I hope you don’t...mind.”

He’s finally looking at you, but he’s still tense, still hesitant, and you shake your head softly, “No,” You admit, “I like it even more now.” You pull on the hood, toy with the strings and yank them quickly; your face is concealed, save for your nose, “Comfy.” Your commentary is unmatched, best of it’s kind - eloquent and effortless, much like yourself.

Another small laugh reaches your ears, and it sounds a bit livelier than the others had been. Success!

“Stop that.” He says gently, and you see moving shadows; his hands loosen the strings and your face is revealed to him once again. He’s close now, and he doesn’t move away; his hands come to rest on your shoulders, warm even through layers of fabric, “I came all this way to see you, don’t hide your face from me.” 

Your eyes narrow playfully, your finger rapidly tapping away on his clothed cheek, “What’s all this then? Hm? Hm?” Instead of swatting your hand away, which you figured he’d do, he complies and finally tugs that fucking mask off. Your breath catches in the back of your throat and you halt your ministrations - truly, seeing him smiling on screen is nothing compared to him smiling in person. You can’t quite contain yourself any longer - your excitement might burst out in another dance number otherwise - as you throw your arms over his shoulders and pull him flush against you. He’s quick to return the embrace. Maybe it was all the encouragement he needed.

“Wow,” He mumbles, only slightly offended, “so I finally show my face to you, in person, and you just-...you just look away?”

“I’m hugging you, dumbass.”

“...Touche.”

Things fall into place after that, like a dozen puzzle pieces fitting together. He won’t let you go - he doesn’t want to. You put on some music, something easy and indie and that doesn’t require too much effort to listen to, as the two of you contemplate what to eat. Cooking by yourselves was dismissed due to the unstable relationship between yourself and cooking utensils. The stove and you had had a falling out recently, but this feud had started long ago, back in pre-school, with only short intervals of friendship. He listened to your extensive explanation absolutely enraptured and only moderately confused. 

So you settled on ordering pizza from Domino’s. You have no trouble calling or receiving phone calls, because you have no trouble doing anything, and he admitted that he only really calls you because he gets too anxious to do more, so you’re tasked with ordering the food. You accept this mission with pride.

You stand tall, gazing out the window into the wild California domain: massive buildings and towering eucalyptus trees, bleeding skyline and the sun slowly getting swallowed up by the ocean. Corpse looms behind you, with his arms snaked around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, looking at you through the corner of his eye. You wait patiently for the underpaid, overworked staff member to pick up, and once they do, you have the audacity to grin brightly and chirp, “Hi! I want pizza.”

Conversations flow smoothly, and you make hot chocolate - because you are hot and you crave chocolate - and he insists he wants one too, because you want one, and you don’t hesitate to overflow his cup with whipped cream and an ungodly amount of miniature marshmallows. A premature heart attack, just for him. Whoever said romance is dead has clearly never met you. When the doorbell chimes, you’re astounded that an hour flew by so quickly.

After the delicious meal, the movie night must commence. So what if you watched 10 Things I hate About You yesterday, you insist that you have already forgotten the plot. You lead him to your room and he tries not to stare, but can’t help himself. Pretty boy in a pretty girl’s room. His eyes linger on the massive posters of Chrollo on your walls, and you sense his displeasure rolling off of him in waves. 

“What?” You huff, fluffing the pillows, “You don’t like my husband?”

He jabs his finger into his chest, into the spot of his heart, “I’m your husband.”

“Side hoe, then-”

“-No.”

You didn’t lie when you said you love to cuddle, or that you’re clingy. It’s a good thing he’s just as clingy as you are, because when he lays down and you latch onto his side. He doesn’t complain, rather wraps his arm around pulls you close. His thumb draws lazy circles on your side; with your head resting on his chest, you feel each rhythmical rise and drop. 

The opening credits play on the projector, the room dark enough for your pile of plushies to look like a whole fucking human just standing in the corner. A ghost! Sucks for it, you’re not scared. You feel safe. Protected. So comfortable in Corpse’s hold that you’re honestly wondering how did you manage to be so long without him. To think all of this started when Sykkuno followed you on Twitter. What a lucky accident.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice cuts through the bopping 90s soundtrack and Julia Stiles’ voice. He hums. You take it as a yes. Tilting your head upwards, you find his eyes again, a thorn of displeasure picking you as you note that that apprehension you had seen previously is still very much there, “...You really wouldn’t date me if I was a worm?”

His chest rumbles with a laugh and his lips split into a grin, “I would.” He presses your side for emphasis, “I really would.” He repeats, reassuringly. You, however, are not convinced.

“But I’d be a worm.”

“I know. We’d... roll around in the dirt together, or something.”

“But you’d be human.”

He frowns softly, “Why couldn’t I be a worm, too?”

“Those are the rules.”

“What kind of shitty fucking rules are those?”

“I dunno, it’s like the Thanos snap or something. I just turn into a worm. I’m the only one.”

“That’s fine.” He smiles, “I’d take you out on a fishing date or something.”

Shocked, offended, and heartbroken, you hit his chest and pointedly turn away with a pout, which he finds very funny for some reason, but you fail to see the humor anywhere except the movie. Despite the fact that he’d sacrifice you for a fish, you smile shyly and close your eyes. He did say you would take a nap together, and if he really thought you’d stay awake for movie night, well, then he’s just an idiot. You had decided you would fall asleep as soon as he was next to you. It’s a miracle you managed to stay awake for so long.

“...Sleeping already?” You don’t appreciate his teasing tone.

“’m not sleeping...” You murmur, “’m resting my eyes.”

“Sure.”

You’re not quite certain (of anything, really) how much time drifts by, but you’re nearly lost in unconsciousness, in the warm, nice feeling that comes along with him like a cloud. Perhaps he thinks you’re asleep, he has to, else he wouldn’t say anything at all, “You’re stuck with me now, you know.” It’s such a soft admission, riddled with the same notes of anxiety that always prevail in his speech; with the same hopeful sincerity he had been gazing at you the whole evening. 

Moving your lips is such a hassle, but you manage, “’m...stuck...” You mumble, “’m...stuck...what are you doing step-”

“No!” He laughs, and your lips quirk into a lazy smile, “No, no, no. Just no. Do you talk in your sleep?” You fake snore at that, loudly, “You’re like a little dragon.”

“...Fuck you.”

“Fine, a kitten, then.” That’s better. You feel something chapped, but soft, press onto your forehead, “Goodnight, Y/n.”

God, you’re so fucking happy. Does he know how happy you are? How happy he makes you? But you’re too tired for screaming and flailing around, too tired to even crack an eye open. You want him to know all the same, “...like you.” You whisper, but you don’t know if he hears you over the movie, “...I like you.”

His reply is instant, breathless, “I like you too.”

Good, you want to say, and maybe you do - can’t tell anymore. Sleep takes you too quickly.

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