#the lips are exceptionally.......... yeah. in this video

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#he's not

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Prompt 29 - Ignore

@jegulus-microfic July 29, Word count 777

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The morning rush eventually quietened down and Remus came out from behind his counter to join them for a well-earned coffee.

“Lovely to see you again, Regulus,” Remus beamed at him. 

“It’s lovely to see you again too, Remus,” Regulus returned, equally smiley.

“You look exceptionally clean if you don’t mind me saying,” Remus said, trying to keep a straight face. That’s when James cottoned on that their conversation was aimed at winding Sirius up. It seemed Regulus bought out that side of Remus. 

“Oh, yes, the shower at my friend’s flat is outstanding, with plenty of room and perfect pressure. James and I could have had twice as many shower partners in with us and still had room.” Regulus and Remus kept peeking out of the corners of their eyes to see how insane Sirius was getting.

“Really? Sounds like a very well-thought-out space. I may join you next time if it really is that spacious.” Sirius’s left eye began to twitch. James looked around the café and realised that the majority of the seated customers were either listening to their conversation or watching Sirius’s face get steadily redder. An exploding Sirius wasn’t a new concept to their regulars. He had quite a following on TicTok, not that he knew about it. Some of his clientele filmed him when he went off on one and posted them on th site.  James was their number one fan. He spotted a squat man trying to sneakily film the conversation. Judging by the phone case that had a cartoon rat on it, this was the infamous Wormtail. He filmed and shared a lot of videos of people shouting and Sirius was his favourite muse.

“Evan and Barty would love that. But just a warning, they are looking for a third,” That was the final straw, Sirius blew up.

“Twice! Twice you’ve been in here. I haven’t seen you for five years. You come back and the first thing you do is steal my best friend, and now you’re trying to set my boyfriend up?! Nope, you can go straight back to that house of horrors you call home!” Sirius raged across the café. Regulus froze. He ducked his head and whispered. 

“No,” It was just like earlier when James had mentioned Grimmauld Place. 

“Hey, Sirius, stop, yeah,” James put his hand up, trying to get Sirius to leave him alone. 

“No, he can’t just come here and upset everything then go back to Mumsie and Dadsies as if nothing happened.” Sirius stomped across the room. Remus looked at Regulus’s reaction and tried to stop Sirius himself. 

“Hey, sweetheart, let’s stop, yeah. James and Regulus are going now anyway.” Remus stood up and tried to herd Sirius back into the kitchen. James grabbed Regulus’s hand and forced the tense man to his feet. 

“Yeah, go on then, baby brother, go on home to your precious mummy and daddy.” Sirius sneered at him. Regulus turned back to look at Sirius, tears in his eyes. 

“I can't, they kicked me out,” Regulus choked. James couldn’t believe he’d missed that. How had he not realised? They’d seen each other every day. But Regulus never spoke about his parents, unlike James, who could talk about his wonderful parents until the cows came home. Sirius walked purposefully across the small space, all anger and annoyance forgotten. He wrapped Regulus in a hug the second he was close enough and held him tightly. 

“I’m so sorry, Reggie,” He murmured. Regulus stood still with a shocked expression covering his face. Eventually, he relaxed into the hug and held his brother close. “There's a flat upstairs, above the café. It’s yours if you want it,” Sirius told him. Regulus pulled his head back. 

“Really? You’d do that for me?” He snuffled and wiped away the tear-lines from his face. “Even if I take James up there to shag,” A halfhearted smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“Had to spoil this beautiful moment, didn’t you?” Sirius barked out a laugh and ruffled Regulus’s hair. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and took one off. “Here,” He said, handing the key over. “Do not make me regret this,” He warned. 

James, ever the gentleman, scooped Regulus up into his arms bridal style.

“Come on, love. I want to hear more about this shagging. Sounds fun,” The customers in the shop clapped and cheered them off as James carried Regulus through to the back and up the little staircase to the flat above. 

“I’m already regretting this!” Sirius shouted after them. But they both chose to ignore him and get acquainted with Regulus’s new home.

Next part

[manchurian-barnes]

Coffee Shop Blues and Red Part Four (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

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Peter paced back and forth around his apartment, pondering every outcome of taking you out on a date. He ran his hands through his hair and just let out, a sigh, a massive friggin 'what the hell are you doing Peter?' kind of sigh. Though all he could think about was how happy he was that you even liked him back marginially, he also found that happy thought being replaced by the sight of you getting hurt. By the sight of you bleeding. By the sight of you in his arms bleeding and him knowing it was his fault and he couldnt stop it- He stood still and just looked at his mask, freshly off his head, over his raditor...

"Fuck me..." He whispered, "c'mon parker." He took a deep breath. Dating was hard enough, the looming and ever presant threat of something happening to you, well, that only further complicated matters...

You sat in the middle of your bed staring at a blank word document. Nothing was coming to you, no stories, nothing in the news sparked enough interest to even try and draft something. You closed that tab and instead opened another, google, good ol' google.

You bit your lip before typing 'spider-man sightings'. Staring at the page as it loaded up. most recent sightings no less than an hour ago. It was exceptionally difficult at the moment to really picture that being Peter, you knew it was yet, the idea of him letting himself go through hell daily and still showing up to the damn coffee shop with his bright smile - the fact he was always more conerned by your day than his... It was difficult to fathom someone who had so much good inside their heart. "Jesus Christ...get a grip, it's not that weird...it's not that weird..." You whispered to yourself as you watched a video of Spider-Man stopping a truck with his hands. Biting your lip you reached for your phone, holding it to your ear.

"Hey, HI!" Peter's voice came through the phone, chirpy as he ever was. "A truck hit you tonight-" You informed him as if he didn't know. "That's a really good metaphor for you admitting you like me-" "Peter-" "Seriously that is why you're a writing y/n-" He stopped at your sigh. "I'm alright." He assured you. It took a moment before you found it in you to respond to that. "Yeah-right." You nodded. Pinching the bridge of your nose. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay...I just wanted to make sure you were still...able to take me to dinner."

The weak laugh that came from you made Peter's heart clench. He sat down on the edge of his bed and looked around, trying to find the right words for any of this. He'd considered this all from his side, but had never considered what it would be like to be interested in someone like him...someone who risked his life, someone who you would never really know if youd see him again...wasn't really anyone's normal.. "Im okay." He spoke softly, "Ive been doing this like...half my life now and im okay...I swear to you, if i wasn't...i'd of stopped by now." He informed you, "Now, worry about what youre gonna wear...I want to see you like...now ideally but I'm willing to wait until tomorrow..." He laughed.

Rose covered your cheeks by the time he was finished talking and you let out a sigh. "Should i wear a dress? how fancy is the place-" "It's like, so fancy." He chuckled. "We're doing this?" You asked. "We are doing this, but you should know, I don't kiss on the first date, I'm not easy-" He joked. "Who told you I want to kiss you?" That made him laugh, harder than he probably should've.

"You don't want to kiss me?"

"Oh Parker...I've never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my life."

End Of Part Four - Finale!

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there’s been a glitch * archived.

notes: guys i swear this is the last of milo and rocky, we'll be back to regularly scheduled programming in like a couple hours and days i promise i swear please believe they're just my love rn I'm sorry

“oh, she was so pretty, mate,” logan throws his head back, running his hands through his hair. “i can’t believe i got a picture with her!”

she screams, shaking logan violently. “i can’t believe she even knows who i am!”

“the taylor swift knows my name!” lily shrieks, following the group into the vip tent, sighing exasperatedly with a hand pressed against her forehead. she turns to oscar. “babe, you saw that, didn’t you?”

oscar laughs. “i did. thanks for getting us tickets, rocky.”

“of course,” she claps, “i’m not losing out on taylor tickets ever again.”

before she can continue her sentence, a loud roar of laughter echoes in the room. she snaps her head over to the other group in the tent, scowling slightly when one of the guys grins at her before turning away.

lily gasps softly, stumbling into her body. “that guy looks familiar. where have i seen him from?”

she shrugs and tugs lily away from the other group. “i don’t know, but let’s put our stuff down and get some drinks.”

“i know where i know him from!” logan laughs, whispering to her, poking her elbow. “ciara, dalton and i were watching tv the other day in the apartment. that’s the guy from one of sabrina’s music videos. some milo guy, if i remember ciara telling me his name.”

lily gasps, halting her conversation with oscar. she turns to her with a wide smile. “milo manheim!” she whispers softly, hitting her arm. “yeah, i remember where i’ve seen him from. oscar and i were watching a couple of disney movies the other day.”

oscar gasps. “you weren’t supposed to tell them that, lily.”

logan snorts, “ah, a disney channel enjoyer now, oscar?”

“piss off, mate.”

she furrows her eyebrows and folds her arms over her chest as her stare lingers on the group at the other side of the tent.

while she wants to blame it on her upcoming period for being a little irritable, it just can’t be. there was something about that one particular guy in the other group, being so loud and hyped up, that made her want to tug on her hair and pull it all out.

there’s something about the way he would catch her eye across the room and point at her while singing.

it rarely even happened, being surrounded by several taller people made it difficult to even find him in the small crowd in the tent. though he’s significantly taller, and it made it easier for him.

he looks over again, making her immediately turn her head away.

he’s so annoying.

“goodnight,” logan laughs, patting her head as he closes her bedroom door behind her.

her laughter dies down, pushing him out of her room. “piss off, mate.”

the door closes behind her and kidnapper quickly settles between her pillows to get some rest together. she presses her lips together and hums, grabbing her phone from her nightstand and opens tiktok first.

milo manheim… whoever the hell that is.

she spends the first 2 minutes rolling her eyes at his videos with a permanent scowl on her face. she doesn’t notice that by minute 5, she’s got a small grin on her face as she realises just how funny he is.

perhaps she was just in an exceptionally sour mood during the concert.

then she goes on instagram next, scrolling and reading his captions. occasionally smiling wider at his antics and interactions.

maybe she misjudged him, and– oh, lord.

the squeak that passes her lips is almost unrecognisable. and if her actions hadn’t been the cardinal sin of stalking someone on the internet, she may have cared a little more.

kidnapper lifts his head, meowing softly in annoyance and throwing her a stare. he blinks slowly before resting his chin on her chest again to resume his slumber.

she apologises softly, biting down on her bottom lip as she curses at herself. “how careless and stupid.”

she’s just liked his picture from a couple years back.

she immediately unlikes it and swipes out of his profile. she even deletes his name from her search bar, as if it would take back the fact that she’s liked his picture.

she spends the better part of the next 5 minutes calming herself down and nursing her heart back to normal. she’d just been drifting off to sleep, texting lily about how fun the concert had been and sending their pictures in the groupchat.

until.

milomanheim wants to send you a message.

milomanheim ???

kidy/n???

milomanheim well u liked my pic first and just dipped im assuming u liked what u saw but ur too shy???

kidy/n wdym? no idea what ur talkin bout

milomanheim can i send u a picture

kidy/n no……..?

milomanheim lol anyway i have screenshot if u want

kidy/n oh ok mb i wasnt familiar with ur screenshot game nm, u were just annoying during the concert and i didnt know who u were til my friends told me

milomanheim ohhh ok cuz i actually thought u were kinda cute

she presses the back of her hand against her forehead as her cheeks start to feel slightly sore. she giggles softly to herself, careful not to wake the cat on her chest.

she takes a deep breath and wipes away the tear that's formed in her eyes. no, it's nothing to do with anything – she's just extremely tired. she yawns again but eventually finds another wide smile on her face as she types a response.

kidy/n 👍🏼👍🏼

kidy/n

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kidy/n concerts hit different when it’s taylor idk

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lilyzneimer it was SO fun omg

oscarpiastri the buffet was my favourite part actually

taylorswift what buffet

kidy/n the one we went to after the concert… it was korean barbecue

oscarpiastri OMG IM KIDDING I HAD FUN AT THE CONCERT taylorswift

logansargeant folded like a mf lawn chair

sabrinacarpenter so much fun hanging out with you 💗

user1 SABRINA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HEREEE

user2 OMGGGG

user3 when my worlds collide

user4 what is milo doing in the likes

user5 omg?

user6 explain urself milomanheim

kidy/n posted their story!

caption: bro pestered me to go to his room just to leave me and sleep like what

milomanheim replied to your story boyfriend?

kidy/n ew no my best friend

milomanheimokie

kidy/n

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kidy/n try telling me this time last year that she'd have the best time of her life driving in f1 and that she'd wind up 6th she'd tell you you're crazy and maybe punch you

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oscarpiastri why do you always have to punch people

kidy/n are u scared?

oscarpiastri i'm jUST asking

user1 why not? woman power

lilyzneimer actually my favourite driver <3

oscarpiastri hahahah what

alex_albon not even me?

sebastianvettel so much fun working with you

kidy/n i know im so funny

logansargeant if fun means taking out 5 years of his lifespan every weekend with her antics, then i guess

sebastianvettel lol so true

maxverstappen1 actually best addition to the grid idk

kidy/n ik it's cuz im so funny

maxverstappen1 please drop that narrative

georgerussell63 yeah, everyone knows i'm the funniest

logansargeant everyone knows it's max

kidy/n why are u flirting with max in my ig comments logansargeant

maxverstappen1 ur my friend now logansargeant

liamlawson30 k

mickschumacher i'll fight u

user1 day something of asking wtf milo is doing in rocky's instagram post

milomanheim wants to send you a message.

milomanheim wow 6th in a 22 people championship? i didnt know u were good like that

kidy/n please for the love of god stfu

kidy/n

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kidy/n xmasxmasxmasxmasxmas

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oscarpiastri that picture is literally from before i flew off the melbourne

kidy/n that's not very xmas spirit of u

logansargeant lol haterrrr cause he's not spending christmas with us

kidy/n youre literally in miami while i'm in oxford logansargeant

logansargeant ok? kidy/n

user1 milo again?

user2 mother is hiding something from us

user3 sneaky link?

kidy/n isn't milo that one energy drink in australia

oscarpiastri it is

user1 no, the actor

milomanheim wants to send you a message.

milomanheim merry christmas

kidy/n merry christmas

milomanheim what are u doing for new year's

kidy/n spending it in miami with my logan's fam u?

milomanheim with my family at home why arent u spending it with family

kidy/n i got a schedule right as the new year starts :( it's ok, i spent my past 20 new year's with them anyway

kidy/n posted on their story!

milomanheim replied to your story online on instagram to like another one of my pictures i presume?

kidy/n it was one time, stop milking it, mate

milomanheim never

kidy/n posted on their story!

milomanheim replied to your story boyfriend?

kidy/nno

milomanheim oh ok suspicious

kidy/n please

kidy/n

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kidy/n i'm a race winner, baby!

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user1 mother is mothering

user2 seriously what is milo doing here

oscarpiastri congrats, mate!! you deserve this more than anyone i know 💜

logansargeant me when i lie

lilyzneimer ive been a rocky defender my whole life

sebastianvettel wdc next?

kidy/n whats ur problem

andrettiracing omg that's our girl!!!

kidy/n !!!

milomanheim congrats

user3 shooting nothing but airballs

user4 currently attending classes at the school of travis kelce manifesting

milomanheim wants to send you a message.

milomanheim i saw u won a race i didnt know u were good at what u did

kidy/n what is ur problem that's like me watching a movie ur in and saying wow i didn't know u were a decent actor

milomanheim youre watching my movies? cute anyway just wanted to congratulate u

kidy/n do u even know anything about f1

milomanheim not a clue

kidy/n lol ok

kidy/n posted on their story!

milomanheim replied to your story ah, where's my insta like? i got this one photo from 2019 i think u might like

kidy/n u know what's funny

milomanheim what

kidy/n u dont even follow me, youre always in my story views, youve congratulated me TWICE now

milomanheim okay???? ur point?

kidy/n u must think im so cute that youre keeping up with my socials so why not just ask me out?

milomanheim oh ok u free next week?

kidy/n i'm stuck in london this and next week roommate's gonna be out of town yknow,, pet owner and all

milomanheim no worries,, see u there!

kidy/n ?

milomanheim started following you.

milomanheim just booked a flight.............. see u sunday afternoon?

kidy/n started following you.

kidy/n oh okay?

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[l0ve-bug-m1les]

hii I was wondering if you could write a

miles morales x male! reader

where the two kiss because they’re curious about their sexuality and that leads to them finding out they aren’t exactly as straight as they initially thought

Ahhhh this is such a good idea!!! Thank you so much!!

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The Answer Sitting in Front of Me

Miles Morales x Male!Reader

Summary: All questions have an answer to find. You just didn’t think you’d find yours in your best friends lips…

Warnings: No actual warnings, just two teenagers figuring themselves out!

It’s the final class of the day, and you’re struggling to stay awake. This isn’t like you, considering the fact you normally go to bed at a decent time so at the end of the day, you’re pretty awake. But today was different. Or rather, last night was different. Recently, you’ve been having…doubts about yourself. Specifically your sexuality. So to—hopefully—get your answer, you spent all night on Google searching up different tests, articles, and videos to answer your burning question. But alas, flashy Buzzfeed quizzes aren’t the remedy you hoped for. So now you’re just here. Tired, ready to get back to the dorms, and still unsure.

A crumpled up piece of paper lands onto your desk. You know exactly who it’s from as you open the note and read it.

"Hey, you don't look so good. Are you alright?”

“Damn, I look so tired you can tell from behind me..” You reply, and ball the note back up as you nonchalantly stretch your arms and drop the note onto his desk. This is how close you and Miles are. It’s easy to tell how the other is feeling just from body language. But at the same time, it wouldn’t take a genius to tell you’re pretty out of it today. You patiently wait for his reply as your teacher drones on and on about something you’ve forgotten about and, frankly, don’t care for. The note returns.

“Yeah. But for real, you’re normally pretty awake when we’re about to leave. What’s wrong?”

You think for a long time. You couldn’t possibly just tell him you’re going through a sexuality crisis! It’d put your relationship in jeopardy! A sigh escapes your lips as you try to think of a bluff, only to scrap the idea knowing Miles would catch it and hound you until you cave in. But what could you possibly say? “Oh, yeah, i think I’m gay and stayed up all night thinking about it. No biggie.” Yeah, right. But at the same time, he opened up to you about him being Spider-Man, so why can’t you just explain your problem to him? “Because he’d hate you.” is the lie your brain is plagued with. You know Miles isn’t homophobic and you know he’d probably just try to help you out. You’ve been through thick and thin with him. He can trust you, and you can trust him.

You realize you’re taking too long when another note flies onto your desk. You don’t read it and just answer the other one: “It’s kinda complicated. Swing by my room when you get a chance, alright?” You toss it back and refocus your attention to the lesson.

It'll be alright.

Right?

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Time flies and you’re now sitting at your desk in your dorm. Your roommate’s off to who knows where, so you’re by yourself just waiting for that fateful tap on your window from Miles. Normally after school he’ll do some spider stuff before coming back and chilling out for the rest of the day, most of the time with you. That is, unless some guy tries to wreck havoc on Brooklyn, and it’s up to Miles to take them down. As much as it sucks when he has to leave, you admire how dedicated and passionate he is about doing what’s right and protecting what he loves most. You also appreciate how much he’s helped you throughout the school year. High school is no joke, and there have been some times when you felt like all was hopeless. But with Miles there, you came out of those slumps for the better. You also admire the way his eyes shine with that cheeky glow when he says an exceptionally cheesy joke, with that charming smile to go with it. And his kinda cute laugh and—

Oh no.

You groan and lean back in your chair. It’s those thoughts again. The very thoughts that have you so tired and confused. The line between admiration for guys and attraction towards guys has been blurred and now you’re not sure if there even is a difference for you. You close your eyes and continue to think before a shadow blocks out the sun and you hear a knock at the window. “Here we go..” you think to yourself as you unlock the window and open it for Miles.

"How you been?" Miles says as he steps through with that same sweet enthusiasm. He’s not in his Spider-Man suit so you figure all went well. “I’ve just been chilling out,” you say and sit back down, “nothing too exciting.”

He hums in response before taking a seat on your bed. “So what was it you needed to explain that was so complicated? Don’t tell me you’re having an identity crisis!” he jokes. You don’t smile because that’s exactly what it is. He notices the change in your demeanor and grows worried. “Ah..I see,” he looks over you for any hints as to what’s bothering you, “uhm…would you feel comfortable explaining?” he asks.

You take a long moment to think. Is this really a good idea? Should you even tell him? It’s not like you’re confessing to him so bad how could it be? You take a slow, long breath in, and release it just as slow. “I think….i think i like guys…” You finally say. “And i spent all night trying to figure that out, which is why i was so tired in class today.”

Well there it is. It’s out.

You both sat in silence and stared at each other for a long moment. Miles looked like he was in disbelief. Great, you blew it. You go to try and reverse the damage before Miles speaks up.

“Wait, really?! You too?!” He exclaims much to your surprise. You too? Wait so does he…

“You’ve been thinking the same thing?” You ask him.

“Yeah! Like, all the time!”

This is some news. You thought he was gonna try to leave and awkwardly forget about the situation. Never did you consider the possibility of him thinking the same thing. But now what? You know he’s possibly not straight like you, but what are you supposed to do with this information? Honestly you didn’t think you’d make this far. “So,” you speak up, “what now? I mean, we’ve got the same problem. How do we solve it?” A good move on your end. Not too leading, but leading enough to keep the conversation going without you both just changing the subject.

“Uhm…have you ever kissed a girl before?” He asks, his eyes avoiding yours.

“No, why?"

"Well, i was just thinking we could..." he trails off, hoping you get the memo.

"Think we could—“ you’re cut off by the realization hitting you— “Oh…i…get what you’re saying. Kiss and compare how it feels when we kiss a girl, right?”

He sheepishly nods. “Yeah, but neither of us have kissed a girl so it wouldn’t work.” His eyes fall to the floor, and you’re stuck looking at the wall. A kiss? Would that really work? Maybe neither of you need to have kissed a girl—or anyone else for that matter—to see compare how it feels when you kiss a boy. You’re a boy. He’s a boy. Why should you have any prior experience? But is it a good idea? What if you like it, but he doesn’t? There’s only one way to find out..

Forget words. You get up and stand in front of Miles. Your hands find a spot on his face and they stay there as you look deep into his eyes. A question. A silent way of asking for permission when words aren’t good enough. He nods and you lean in, gently bringing his face to yours.

After what feels like an eternity, your lips meet. At first you’re both hesitant, but it’s as if a spark went through you both as you relax and lean in to the kiss. Miles holds your hands on his face and let’s the kiss linger for a moment longer than you both thought it’d last. It’s the sweetest first kiss one could have. The world only starts to spin again when you both pull away, practically breathless.

"Did…did that answer your question?" Miles asks, his voice soft.

"Yeah. Did it answer yours?”

Miles nods and leans in again for another kiss with more confidence. His hands find yours and he brings you down onto the bed to sit beside him, before slowly pulling away again.

“Yeah…” he breathes.

You’re a lot more awake now.

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[mmingooo]

touchy-feely || lee minho ⋆ ₊ ﾟ ☽ * ₊

❥𓂃𓏧 warnings: none.

❥𓂃𓏧 genre: fluff.

❥𓂃𓏧 pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

❥𓂃𓏧 word count: 0,5k words.

❥𓂃𓏧 notes: i ALWAYS write stuff like this but i just can’t help it, i’m a sucker for cuddly minho 😭😭, but anyway, i hope you enjoy! <3 (also, i got inspired by this video of chan and minho)

masterlist.

please make sure to reblog and if you want to, drop a comment!

minho had never been the touchy-feely-cuddly type of guy, always preferring to showcase his love for others silently.

whenever chan was around, minho knew it was matter of time before chan was all over him, hugging and cooing at him, so minho developed a few techniques to get him to stop without actually telling him to, one of those techniques being yelling so loud chan would eventually give up and leave him be.

you respected his preference to not be physically affectionate, you really did, but sometimes it was hard to keep your hands and coos to yourself, sometimes your boyfriend just looked too cute you felt like you wanted to give him enough smooches to last him a lifetime, but you always restrained yourself so as to not make minho uncomfortable.

but today, you just couldn’t do it anymore, you two had just woken up a few minutes ago, and were making small talking, figuring out what you’ll have for breakfast and if you’ll do anything at all aside from laying on the couch all day while watching movies and k-dramas.

he looked exceptionally adorable, his hair was a mess, his eyes and lips were swollen and his cheeks were softly blushed.

and when he moved away from you, laid on his back and stretched his entire body while letting out a loud yawn, you knew it was game over for you.

without even realizing it, you were on top of him, cupping his face with your hands and cooing at him, telling him how absolutely adorable he looked right now, you peppered him with kisses all over his face and squished his cheeks, making his lips pucker out.

once you were done, you hoped off him and laid on your side, staring at him expectingly, waiting for him to tell you off, to mock you for being so noticeably whipped for him, but he didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at you, it’s almost as if he was in shock about what just happened.

he was processing his emotions, did he like that? oh yeah, absolutely, should he feel embarrassed that he liked that?, oh no, definitely not, that was kinda nice actually, since when do i find that nice?, well it is y/n so maybe that contributes to me liking it?, those were the questions running through his head, and when he was finally able to respond to each of them, he spoke.

“why haven't you done that before?”, he finally asked after what seemed like hours.

“oh, um, i guess because i didn't want to make you uncomfortable?”

“why would you think you could ever make me feel uncomfortable?”, he was still not looking at you, deciding that looking at the ceiling was a way better option since it would make it harder for him to blush.

“well, i guess because you don’t really like physical affection”

“i don’t mind it when its you”, he finally turned his head and made eye contact with you.

“are you sure?”, you asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't just saying this to not make this situation awkward.

“yeah, positive”

“alright then, be prepared because i can strike at any moment”

“yeah, yeah”, he smiled before crashing his lips into yours.

[bettysupremacy]

omg what abt steve getting a crush on this more rebel, punk-like reader? usually sees her with a guitar or smoking out back somewhere, but he’s worried that he’s not “cool enough” to talk to her

maybe she comes in at the family video to rent a horror movie or something and he finally tries to start a conversation

ajdkdk sorry hope this isn’t too specific, have a great day!!!

hi aster!! thank you for the request it’s adorbs

Robin sits under the counter of family video sorting return movies into boxes.

It’s a perfectly tedious task that she doesn’t mind doing. In fact, she usually fights for it, leaving Steve to take her assortments and shelve them. Except today he forfeits his duties, opting to stand and complain. Loudly.

It’s not that Robins over it, but she’s over it.

“You don’t get it, Robs.” Steve eyes the front door morosely. “She’s so cool. She plays guitar.”

Robin laughs loudly, pulling Gremlins out of the kids box and into the horror box. “So do like, a gillion people, Steve.”

“But she’s good at at.”

Robin shrugs. He got her there.

“And she likes that one band.”

She nods. “Thank you for that.”

“You know which one I’m talking about.”

“Because you gave me so much to work with.”

He glares down, but she doesn’t see. “Long hair?”

“Kiss?”

“Long hair, no face paint.” He adds.

“Iron Maiden? Van Halen? Dokken? Metallica?”

“Metallica!” He nudges her with his foot excitedly.

“Well she likes all those bands.” She shrugs, kicking the loaded romance box away.

His head shakes. “Eddie got his grubby little hands on her.”

“Eddie is her brother, and liking the same bands as your sibling is normal.”

“Still.” He sighs.

His inability to talk to you haunts him. A painful reminder that he’s no longer king Steve.

The door chimes.

“Who is it?” Robin asks.

Steve kicks her, she punches him.

You walk in, destination in mind. He watches silently as you move to the horror section, smiling as he sees you mouth your ABC’s to find Friday the 13th.

You look exceptionally pretty today, he thinks. Black band tee, black skirt, black headband, you look like you’ve shopped in Eddie’s closet. Not that he’s complaining.

You hop up to the counter.

“That was quick.” Steve smiles as he scans the bar code with the little red light. He drops it to the counter when it beeps, typing into the new computer Keith ordered a week ago. “Friday the 13th?”

“Uh huh.” You smile. His knees buckle.

“It’s a great movie, you’ll love it.”

“I don’t know,” Your finger traces the wood countertop. “I’m easily spooked.”

He looks away from the computer, waiting for the receipt to print. “You watching it alone?”

“No,” You laugh. “Definitely not.”

“Oh,” He deflates. “With you’re boyfriend?”

Robin pinches his calf, he resists the urge to kick her again.

You laugh a little louder, a little sweeter. Steve finds the contrast of your look and the sound dizzying. “No, Steve, my brother.”

“Right.” His soft laugh is an air of relief. You roll your eyes, smile plastered onto your face you fear permanently.

“Yeah, Ed’s really tears up these horrors.”

“You look like you would too.” He puts the receipt in your bag. Dropping it to the counter with a soft thud.

“What does that mean?” Your head cocks.

“No I just.. you know- like..”

You laugh, and even though it’s at Steve’s expense, he hopes it’ll happen again. “I was kidding, Steve.”

“Oh,” he breathes, smile playing on his lips. He looks down at the counter. “That was mean.”

Your eyes crinkle. “I’m sorry”

“You don’t look too sorry.” He laughs, a little breathless.

“What can I do to apologize?”

His smile stutters. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

You look around the store and his mind wanders places he feels guilty for. “You wanna come watch it with us?”

You kick the wall softly, nervously. Robin can feel it.

“What?” This isn’t real.

“Yeah, come over tonight. We make popcorn, and he’s buying candy right now.” You search for his eyes now. “Please say yes it’s the least I could do for being so mean.”

“I don’t know.” He hands brace against the wooden counters, a gentle reminder that this is real. Like Robins pinch. “..Eddie would be okay with it?”

“You’re already friends with him, it’ll be perfect.” You grab your bag from the counter, the plastic loud as you wind it around your hand. “And then I’ll have someone to protect me.”

He hears Robin breathe out and dares a look under the counter. She’s grinning like a madman.

You don’t give him room to object, walking to the door and turning around when you hear the chime. “See you tonight. Bye Robin!”

Faint giggles are heard under the counter. Steve feels sick.

And then you walk out. Steve’s heart dragged along behind you.

Robin hops out of the counter. “You got a date, Steve!”

His shoulders droop. “With Eddie.”

“So what?” She claps his back “I doubt he’ll actually be there.”

“Yeah.” He breathes, “It’ll be fine.”

Robin nods once, walking into the back room. “And I’ve finished sorting. Have fun!”

[xuqijie]

dear karina — naive hwang hyunjin

when people hear the name, park y/n, all they ever think about is your dating scandals with men. what if, all this time, you were in love with a woman?

a/n: finally fixed the drafts!! hope everyone is doing well 🫶

you watch as the two emcees step up onto stage. the commercial break’s over and they’re about to announce the grand prize. you feel a hand squeeze yours. the grip is tight with worry and you glance over, smiling softly at the furrowed brows plastered on your co-star’s face.

“and tonight’s daesang goes to,” lee dohyun opens the envelope, “kim sejeong for spring day.” the applause is deafening as the idol-actress stands up, a look of shock passing her face rather quickly before her eyes crinkle into a smile. as she passes your aisle, you mouth out, ‘congrats.’ it fills you with pride that your previous co-star had managed to snag the grand prize of the year.

her outfit is wonderful tonight. a rose gold based dress with jewels that lined the edges, and if anyone deserved the daesang, it would be kim sejeong. she looks exceptionally pretty with the glow on her face, yet you wonder if your current co-star would look the same.

you mutter out, “you’ll win it next year, won’t you,” before standing up to clap for your friend.

“yeah,” yu jimin says absentmindedly.

a laugh leaves your lips.

“i can still win the top excellence award, right?”

you decide to humour her.

“of course, dear.”

“and you’ll cheer even harder for me, right?” there’s a fire in jimin’s eyes and you giggle softly, intertwining your fingers with hers again and bringing them up into a fighting pose.

“yes, karina.”

jimin nods firmly and sejeong gives her speech. even though it isn’t your girlfriend standing on stage right now, and even though your supposedly drama of the decade only wins one award that night(best supporting actor by kang daniel), you can’t help but feel the happiest you’ve ever been.

maybe it’s the fact that you’re standing in an auditorium with hundreds of your idols. maybe it’s because you finally feel like you belong there. but it’s probably because of the hand that’s in yours and the warmth that it provides.

it’s an indescribable feeling, your heart is racing a mile, and your head is about to explode. your hands are shaking, trembling as the music bank trophy gets passed to you.

“oh my god,” you whisper, eyes gleaming. your band members sniffle through their tears while you examine the trophy. the melody of your debut song starts playing and through their tears, your members sing. it’s a rendition filled with voice cracks, giggles and tears but you enjoy every second of it.

as the idols leave the stage, you spot some of those that you’ve trained with before. 

“y/nnie, good job,” ryujin sends you a thumbs up and you grin back, waving to the rest of the itzy members that do the same.

aespa trails behind itzy and you stutter for a second. their visuals were jaw-dropping and you definitely understand now why netizens said they were basically ai. your awed state changes when one of the members makes eye contact with you. you send a smile.

she frowns and whispers to ryujin before shooting you a withering look.

“what the hell…” you mumble out, your previously happy persona disappearing. your members seem to notice and they drag you to the centre of the stage, away from the crowd of idols.

“c’mon y/n!” jisoo, one of your members, squeals in excitement, “we got our first win today!” you smile softly but all you can focus on is the glare that yu jimin had.

k-pop rookies are getting braver: a thread.

your name trends on twitter the next day, along with karina’s. it would be another celebratory day if not for the fact you were in hot water because of what had happened during the music show.

someone had tweeted out a video of your interaction with the aespa member and in short terms, people were not happy with the way your smile fell.

why is it my fault though? you think as your manager gives you a lecture on how facial expressions could ruin your career. your members sit behind you, worried glances thrown across the room before your manager finally says.

“they want to cover this up,” his tone is solemn, “with a bigger scandal. one that people might support.”

“so what is it?” 

a pause, then, “a dating scandal, with hwang hyunjin.”

“fuck,” mia blurts out.

you agree with your main vocal. fuck.

as your manager gives more details, you stare into space. a dating scandal with hyunjin? his fans would kill you! what on earth were they thinking? and your friendship with his members would be weird, you couldn’t lose your honorary aussie membership!

“the news will get released on friday. you two will go out and get photographed by dispatch before jyp and starship releases a statement, okay? the most fans will do is, well, send death threats. but it’ll be okay. this is better than having to deal with that aespa fiasco,” he reassures you before leaving the room and you glance at your members.

“sorry for uh, getting you guys into this.”

“no, we’re a team. we’ll be here whenever you need us. at least we’re getting some news coverage,” hyerim shrugs. 

“all thanks to me,” you say dryly. 

“all thanks to you,” jisoo repeats.

you meet hyunjin in some tteokbokki stall late at night. he’s dressed in a simple jacket and jeans, he still looks handsome but you would never say that out loud in fear of his fans.

“hello hyunjin,” you greet, “i’m y/n.”

hyunjin doesn’t have a boyish charm and he reminds you of the hallway crush girls had in high school. his gaze is familiar, reminding you of yeji’s. 

“sorry we met so late, i had a schedule.”

“no it’s fine.”

you exchange awkward looks before laughing. “this is really weird, we never talked when i was still at jyp.”

hyunjin eases back into his seat, somewhat more relaxed than before and he shakes his head.

“yeah, i remember seeing you talking to felix, you looked a little intimidating back then,” hyunjin says.

“intimidating?” you raise an eyebrow.

hyunjin pops a rice cake into his mouth, “yeah. i wanted to talk to you since we’re the same age and…” he looks a little embarrassed now and you grin.

“…i don’t have a lot of friends,” he finishes shyly. 

you burst into laughter.

“i’ll invite you into the 00’ liner group chat.”

“that would be greatly appreciated.”

 all your worries of this fake relationship ruining your friendship with other idols disappear. 

“this wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be,” hyunjin says as you exit the shop. it’s almost midnight and you barely even remember the reason for your meetup.

“this was nice,” you agree, “you’re nice to talk to.”

hyunjin chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, “yeah?” 

“mhm. i wouldn’t mind doing more of this.”

“i don’t mind either,” he smiles and you think, huh, maybe this could be good.

@dispatch_korea hwang hyunjin and park y/n are dating — both companies give their statements

the two are meeting with good feelings, please continue supporting hyunjin and y/n. — jype

fans react like you assumed they would. outrage, distaste, some tweet at you, saying that they wish you the best. 

“wow, they really went crazy on you,” mia gasps, scrolling through the different social media platforms. you groan. your manager had restricted you from going online or outside for these couple of days until the news dies down again.

“yeah, definitely stay off social media right now,” hyerim instructs. you nod.

your phone beeps and you glance over. a text from hyunjin. before you can reach it, jisoo leans over and smirks, pulling your phone out of your grasp to exclaim, “how’re you feeling? everything okay? damn, is this fake or real? how did he even get your number?”

you roll your eyes.

“he’s just worried. we were both at jyp, so chan probably gave him my number.”

your group mates send you a look. a look that says, ‘are you being for real?’

you meet up with hyunjin a few more times and it’s actually going good. he seems happy when he’s with you and your chemistry is great. you’ve been texting him for a few weeks now and his comeback is coming soon.

“give me a spoiler,” you whine. hyunjin smiles at you.

“no way, jyp’s gonna kill me.”

“he wouldn’t kill a former trainee, that’s like family violence,” you joke.

hyunjin pauses and stares at you. “so is this incest?”

you gape widely at him, “what?!” he laughs so hard that he nearly falls off his chair and you can’t help but join in too. you catch a glance of the phone on the table and a message lights up the lock screen.

the silhouette’s familiar, the side profile looks so distinctive that you widen your eyes and gulp.

“oh,” hyunjin follows your eyes and smiles, “that’s a portrait i painted, pretty good right?”

“yeah.”

hyunjin grins. 

“i had a great muse.”

you nod, the more you stare at his lock screen, the more it reminds you of karina. and it’s ironic, that she’s the whole reason you’re in this situation in the first place. 

after a few minutes of silence, hyunjin gazes at you with worry.

“are you okay?”

you frown.

“i… i have to go.”

“ah.”

@dispatch_korea rookie couple hwang hyunjin and park y/n have reportedly broken up 

the two have split up due to schedule differences, reported by an insider close to both parties. netizens share their differing opinions online. some wonder if the relationship had started before former jyp trainee y/n left the company. some speculate if it was a public stunt. 

however, we hope that the two are doing well and wish for the best in their future endeavors.

TAGLIST ! @hyukasverse @elyds @yoontoonwhs @txtbrainrot @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @awkwardtoafault @myothegreat @jisooftme @j-wyoung @angelwonie @adajoemaya @nasyu-kookies

[pixelmensupremacy]

Angst with Rk 900 or Connor where reader is Gavin's ex and Gavin is just bitter and they argue... Gavin treats reader like he treated Connor and it bothers Nines?

𝒜/𝒩: ℐ 𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒩𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒. 𝒜𝓁𝓈𝑜 ℐ 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜.

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 0.8𝓀

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝒢𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓀, 𝒢𝒩!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

Persistent beeping sounds forced (Y/N) to wake up. Rubbing her eyes open, she saw her phone going off; dozens of messaged piled atop her wallpaper, completely covering it. Grabbing her phone, she took a closer look; other than the ungodly hour, (Y/N) was dismayed to see the sender of all of these texts were sent from her ex- Gavin.

Getting up from the comfort of the bed, leaving behind the warmth of the sheets and Nines’ embrace. Quietly, she snuck out of the bedroom, in attempt not to draw her boyfriend’s attention and disturb his rest. Plopping down on the couch, (Y/N) scrolled through the infinite amounts of text and voice messages, accompanied with the occasional selfies he took, whenever he was exceptionally drunk- which happened to be the case.

Disgust washed over their face at the sight of him desperate for their attention, despite them having rejected him multiple times; once in a while they would even feel pity for him, but that sensation never lasted long, for the bitter memories of their shared past always haunted a fraction of their heart and consciousness. Accidentally- or rather out of curiosity- they pressed play on one of the videos; (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock as Gavin’s frantic shouts pierced through the silent atmosphere that had fallen upon their home in this late hour. Panicking, they tried to lower down the volume, but to no avail.

Alerted by (Y/N)’s unusually prolonged absence as well as the sudden, awfully familiar sound, Nines followed the source only to see his partner alone in the living room with a guilty smile on their lips.

“I suppose Gavin is falling back into his bad habits.” He raised his brow; his hands crossed before his torso as he leaned against the doorway.

“It appears so, yeah.” (Y/N) swallowed hard, knowing their boyfriends caught them red-handed.

“I thought I was clear enough last time I talked to him.” Nines’ icy blues were fixed on them as he slowly approached; his hand extended to them in silent request for them to hand him the phone, which (Y/N) did. Chills ran down their spine; despite trusting Nines with their whole being, they were fixed on them as he slowly approached; his hand extended to them in silent request for them to hand him the phone, which (Y/N) did. Chills ran down their spine; despite trusting Nines with their whole being, they still felt a certain level of reverence especially when things got serious.

Sitting beside them, Nines dialed his number, his hand immediately found its place on (Y/N)’s thigh, massaging and kneading their skin in a reassuring manner. It took no more than two rings, when Gavin picked up.

“(Y/N).” Enthusiastically, he practically sang their name until Nines’ cold voice interrupted him halfway through.

“Good evening, Gavin.” Nines spoke in cool, yet semiformal manner.

“(Y/N), have you still not dumped his ass?” (Y/N) squeezed their eyes shut, their hand latched onto Nines’. “For real what does he have that I don’t? Does he fuck you b-?“

“I will ask you nicely for one last time please don’t bother me or my partner. Unless you wish we have another face-to-face conversation.” His voice now sounded stoic and threatening.

“You bastard!” Gavin spat before he hung up.

Immediately, (Y/N) wrapped their hands around their boyfriend, trapping him in a suffocating embrace, which he gladly returned though in much gentler manner. A few droplets rolled down their cheeks, dampening the fabric of his sweatshirt; his hand rested on their waist, whilst his other one cradled their head.

“(Y/N), please let me know if he continues harassing you. I can’t bear watching you suffer because of his foolishness.” He whispered in their ear softly; his lips pressed against their temple.

“I just didn’t want to bother you with his bullshit.” They sobbed; their fingers clung to the fabric of his clothes.

“Nonsense. It bothers me all the more when you don’t share your struggles with me. I may not be known for providing emotional support and comfort, however for what I lack in words I make up for in actions.”

“I can assure you, you do just as great with your words as you do with actions.” (Y/N) giggled at his remark, momentarily forgetting about their problems. “Speaking of actions, what happened the last time you ‘talked’ with Gavin?” Suddenly, they remembered the last time their ex had pestered their life; mocking both them and Nines whenever he had the chance. Until he stopped, avoiding them at all costs both in and outside the DPD. Despite the blissful relief of his physical absence, (Y/N) still didn’t knew what exactly Nines did to make Gavin back off.

“I will spare you the details, but I found the most efficient way to inform Gavin he wasn’t a part of your life anymore. Now you have to rest, if you don’t fall asleep in approximately 15 minutes the chances of not getting enough sleep will heighten to 45 percent and that-“

“Okay doc.” They shushed him with a kiss, which never failed to silence him. Silently, he carried them to their shared bedroom, where they soon fell back into peaceful slumber to the whirr of his thirium pump as they were cuddled up against his synthetic chest.

[lesbiansanemi]

Any JJK First Year Trio queerplatonic headcanons? +optional NobaMaki

Oh hell yeah of fucking course

Yuuji and Nobara are big on physical touch. Megumi... not so much. So it's really common to see Yuuji and Nobara sitting pressed against each other, laying on each other, that kind of thing. With Megumi, it's a lot more subtle, like hand holding or playing with his hair, that kinda thing. The longer it goes on though, the more Megumi opens up to physical touch, and enjoys it a lot more than he used to

Ever since he became Sukuna's vessel, Yuuji sleeps pretty fitfully, so he rotates between sharing a bed with Nobara, or sleeping on the extra mattress in Megumi's room so they can wake him up if it gets bad enough

Yuuji and Nobara's thing is dyeing their hair together. Nobara and Megumi's thing is sewing together (Megumi learned out of necessity and likes repairing his clothes, Nobara likes sewing cute patches onto her jackets and jeans). Megumi and Yuuji's thing is sitting two inches apart on the bed in complete silence, each doing their own little thing (reading, playing a video game, etc.)

Most often, people think Yuuji and Nobara are dating and Megumi is third wheeling. Nobara and Yuuji make fake gagging noises anytime they're told this, and Megumi just shrugs. Genuinely though, none of them care if someone thinks they are or aren't dating

Well... until Maki. Maki, like most, assumed Nobara and Yuuji were a thing, before Nobara made it very clear they weren't and she was interested. Maki needed some things cleared up about their relationship, but is more than happy that Nobara is close with both of the boys, and is glad they're happy together.

Maki does hate fourth wheeling with them though when she decides to hang out with just the three of them on occasion.

Megumi, admittedly, got a little jealous when Nobara first started dating Maki, because he's not had a lot of people he's been exceptionally close with that are his own age. Yuuji helped talk him through it though, and Nobara never found out about it, though Maki had her suspicions (she didn't say a word about it to anyone)

At least once a week, the three of them have a movie night and a sleepover with lots of snacks. Eventually, Megumi is coaxed into sharing a bed with Yuuji and Nobara, but that one night a week is plenty for him when it comes to prolonged physical contact.

Gojo has no idea how any of the relationships work, and he makes it a point not to ask. He just goes with whoever he sees holding hands at that point in time. No one ever corrects him when he assumes who is and isn't a couple (it's almost always different)

Hugs are always fair game (so long as Megumi is asked first), and Nobara likes giving the boys cheek kisses, though kisses on the lips are reserved for Maki.

Listen... I adore qpr Itafushikugi and romantic Nobamaki, and I could gush about them all day and the dynamic, but I'll leave it at this for now :D

[kyuuppi]

“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣  You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣  Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣  He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do. 

➣  That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings. 

➣  Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea. 

➣  You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣  The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣  Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣  Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣  “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣  Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections. 

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor. 

➣  But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day. 

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear. 

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by. 

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!” 

➣ And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around. 

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room. 

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you. 

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support. 

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up. 

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely. 

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies. 

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap. 

➣ “Don’t do it though.” 

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak. 

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.” 

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission. 

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends. 

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person. 

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together. 

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating. 

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist. 

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up. 

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement. 

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired. 

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so. 

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first. 

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them. 

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.” 

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch. 

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys. 

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own. 

➣ “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks. 

[donaidk]

Baby Badger - Daniel Ricciardo

Okay, there was this video, that did things to me sadly. And then this drabble was the outcome. Am I fully back to writing? Not really. Somehow it's hard for me to just sit down and write, but this one was really fun. Hopefully I will kick myself back to normal before summer ends and will finish up all the half done wips I have 🥺 But until then, I hope you will enjoy this and all my other works 😊 Have a great Friday everyone! 🧡

Prequel & Sequel & Hide&Seek

Masterlist | Taglist/Queue | Request

“ Do you have a bit of time after this? ” I looked up from my phone, turning my head towards Daniel who was laying on the massage bed while Michael worked on his back. He turned his head towards me immediately, his eyes a bit sleepy as they usually do during these sessions.

“ Yeah. Before the interviews… Why? ” He asked back, his lashes almost touching his cheeks already, the whole drowsy look on him making me chuckle. It was a mistake as his eyes shot open at the little cooing noise that Ava let out at me shaking her with my laughing.

For a second all three of us held our breath, staying as silent as possible in order not to let the situation fall out of our control. After 4 months we all knew well how this, otherwise deemed cute, sound was usually followed by crying that was always a challenge to make stop. Even Michael stopped his movements, looking at the baby who was laying on my chest, astonishingly still asleep, only getting back to the massage when we could be sure Ava didn’t actually wake up. I let out a relieved sigh, lifting a hand onto her back, gently stroking to make sure she really would stay asleep.

“ I just want to go to the bathroom before we leave if you have time to hold her for a bit. ” I got back to why in the first place I spoke up, watching as Mike got back to the massage as well. I was always amazed by how much he knew all the tiny places where Dan could have knots and tiny pains, and also knew how to help him with them. “ It’s going to be quick, and I can take her back before you have to leave for media duty. ” I added, although I knew he wouldn’t reject what I asked for anyways. He always took just as much care of Ava as I did, the both of us sharing every part of her life.

“ Course. Just a minute or two and I can take her. ” He sent me a smile and Michael nodded as well, agreeing with the time frame Dan gave us. “ You’re staying the whole day, right? ” Without looking in their way I just nodded a little as we didn’t have any plans other than supporting him through the Free practice and Qualification rounds today, and then going home together when he was finally free.

As promised, just a few minutes later Dan got off the bed, pulling on a McLaren shirt and coming closer to sit down right next to me. I carefully gave his daughter over to him and just watched as Dan leaned back, with his signature smirk already visible on his lips as Ava slowly blinked her eyes open. She already had her usual nap, meaning Dan would get to spend some time with her awake until they would have to leave. As much as I wanted to stay and just watch them until the world ends, my urges were stronger and got me to finally leave the driver room as soon as I had my hoodie on. It was already well into autumn but also an exceptionally cold and windy day right from the start. Even through the hoodie I could feel the air pricking my skin everywhere it could come into contact with. If I didn’t know better I would have guessed we were already at least at the start of the winter season. I was glad we could finally fly to a race together, but would have liked to pick one with better weather if I knew in advance.

I tried to be quick with my journey, but thanks to the hospitality’s bathroom having a bunch of people in front of it in a queue I braved myself and tried finding another one. However the paddock here, in the Netherlands, was totally new to me as I never attended the Dutch Grand Prix before. It took me at least 10 minutes to find another toilet and even on my way back I managed to get a bit lost between all the hospitalities and motorhomes. In the end, after around 20 minutes and getting help from a Mercedes employee, who probably recognized me and was quite surprised I required some assistance to navigate the paddock, I finally arrived back at the building and could get up to the driver room. It didn’t completely surprise me when the room was already empty both human and clothing wise, which told me they were either on their way to the media pen or already doing some interviews.

With another sigh I took my jacket from the hook on the wall and left the room in hopes of finding the media pen without another journey where I get lost in such a small and organized space. Fortunately the sounds helped a lot to lead me to the side of the pen, from where I could easily spot Dan and his communication personel right next to him. My face would have resonated with his grin anyways but the sight of Ava right beneath his jacket, with only the top of her head sticking out, made it even wider on my face. I was stuck in place, just watching him speak, with one arm under the little girl's butt just to give that extra bit of support, while the other flailed around in rhythm with his words. Moments like these made me realise anyone could have been sure she was Dan’s kid by how much she was kicking and flailing around even before she was born. Then she finally decided to meet us and came out as a perfect carbon copy of her dad in every way possible.

He was so focused on the questions and the answers he was giving to them, that he didn’t spot me right until I was truly in front of him and right next to the interviewer. She was someone I knew quite well, since Daniel somehow always managed to get a few minutes of conversation with her into his day, either about F1 or just general topics outside of the media pen. That’s exactly why I dared to interrupt them quickly, although she beat me to speaking up.

“ Oh, so you didn’t run away. ” She turned to me for a second, and I appreciated that the camera stayed the same way on Dan. As much as we were public all the way, I didn’t mind staying off screen most of the time. “ He said you left saying it’s only 5 minutes but then never came back. ” She jokingly rolled her eyes, letting me a bit closer so I won’t have to shout.

“ Yeah, I got a bit lost… Just the usual, as new paddocks always disorient me. ” Laughter bubbled out of me at my own stupidity, before turning to Daniel and Ava. “ But I can take her if you want. Don’t want her to be in the way. ” I reached out my hand in offering, but he didn’t seem like giving up his little cuddly package.

“ Nah. She’s pretty comfy. ” Dan shook his head, looking down at her tiny head and fixed the jacket to make sure it wasn’t too tight and also wouldn’t get in the way of her breathing. “ Right? We’re getting used to this kangaroo style. It should be in my blood anyways. ” He shrugged a little, making me chuckle at his Australia joke as I stepped back a little.

“ Just stay away from jumping around. ” I let out a sigh, but knew he wouldn’t do anything dangerous. As much as he had his few shares of sport injuries and extreme sports he liked to do, around Ava those tendencies got buried deep down. “ I’m gonna be with Michael, if you need me to take her anyways. ” I added, making sure she wouldn’t be in the way if she starts fussing or anything of that accord. As much as she was a peaceful baby, she had her moments.

“ We’re happy to see her, as well. I feel honored to get her first interview done. ” The interviewer turned towards me with a grin, which helped calm my anxiety about her being a nuisance for them in any way. “ Natalie tried to steal her away a few minutes ago though, so I would be careful around the paddock and pit lane. You can never know where she shows up. ” She shielded her mouth like anyone would try and hear what she told us, while I let out a quiet laugh at the idea.

We exchanged a few words but then I said my goodbyes and slowly got out of the media crowd, without stepping on anyone’s feet or bumping into them too much. Finding Michael wasn’t a challenge as he always stood out from the crowd, literally. Standing right next to him I watched as he prepared a few more things for the post-interview plans and also got his helmet half-ready for race day. I was always amazed at how much work actually goes into a race weekend like this and I was sure behind the scenes there was even more I will probably never see. Mike was just finishing up with the helmet’s visor when Dan left the pen and immediately turned our way. Without anyone stopping him on the way in just seconds he was already standing next to me, taking the little snack away that Mike was handing him.

“ So you introduced her to the big public and the world of interviews? ” My hand lifted to pull down the zipper on his jacket and reveal a bit more of Ava. The air was still chilly, but it didn’t hurt her for that one second while I left a kiss on her head and pulled it back up. “ Did you wrap the scarf yourself? ” I couldn’t wait for his answer before asking another question, now looking up at him.

“ He may have gotten a bit of help, but did it mostly alone. ” Michael beat him to it, not letting him tell any lies, and then endured when Dan decided to punish him by slapping his arm with the snack he got and was still just opening up.

“ I feel offended that you think I’m not paying attention when you show me. ” Dan huffed out, finally taking a bite from the bar and munching away. My brows might have lifted for a second but in the end I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “ I’m just a slow learner, and this can end with a scary situation if I mess it up. ” He added with a shrug, making me shake my head a little as well. We both knew he would be too careful and would take several precautions before trying anything new that could harm Ava or any child if we’re at it.

“ Let’s get back to the hotel. I’m sure she’s exhausted after stealing so many hearts throughout the day. ” I stroked Ava’s back gently through the fabric of the jacket and she let out a little groan, almost like she wanted to agree to my words. The three of us had a little laugh about how she probably will be the chattiest person in the future if this is where we start from, as we slowly walked to the parking lot.

[offbranddrpepsi]

making out hcs with yoru, neon and jett ??

Goblin sounds commencing. lets do this! Mildly suggestive

Yoru is very rough when it comes to him initiating make outs

He is also very forceful and its not a real surprise if someone ends up against a wall or stumbling back a bit

This man also is the type to have a short make out session then just abruptly stop and dip out. He gets the urge to, sates that urge, then moves on to the next thing be that conversation or going to play video games

Man really prefers to be the one leading make outs but is okay if his partner wants to despite being a bit bratty about it

when not in control he is impatient and the little shit that bites you when you go too slow

but boy if you make him go slow he becomes incredibly soft despite a bit whiny

wont admit it but really does like the soft and slow steamy make outs

slow makeouts almost always lead to something more tho

has lips you can tell he bites or chews often

runs out a breath quickly but insists hes fine and to keep going

Enjoys hickys/bite marks so...yeah...he goes off and flaunts it

i feel like he would probably be the person who would make out with his friends if asked to prove hes good at it but by no means is he exceptionally good hes just an ass and doesn't see making out with someone as a big deal

Wears sweet chapstick

may have a tongue piercing

Very clumsy when it comes to making out

hits her teeth on her partner's a lot

is super giggly when ever something goes wrong

May start accidentally static zapping her partner when things get faster or more heated

Has really soft lips

likes having her cheeks grabbed when making out

its near impossible to even kiss her without getting zapped so get used to it

is such a soft person when it comes to making out but also the type of person to have to stop because shes smiling so much

likes drive by make outs/kisses aka pulling her partner to the side while shes rushing and having a short brief smoochin then going back to her business

isn't that good at making out with people, very shy and inexperienced

make outs with her often end in cuddles

is infamous for interrupting her partner mid sentence to smooch them/make out

really handsy despite the zaps

Her make outs are similar to neons but shes alot more cocky while still being shy, she is kind the middle of neon and yoru

Loves to make out with her partner, shes a big person on any type of physical affection

really good at kissing/make outs! Very gentle despite being a tad bit fast and clumsy

does more drawn out makes outs but is also incredibly okay with flurry in the moment ones that lead to other things

breaks the make out to laugh or complement her partner/pick on them cutely

Cracked/chapped lips despite her using chapstick a lot, tastes a bit like fruit or cherries

Will practically throw herself at her partner or tackle them

likes her partner on her lap when they make out so she can switch positions easily

nips at her partner but doesn't really bite them

very awkward about any marks

will legit leave you breathless but never runs out of breath her self

Is the type of partner to rush you when shes excited after a mission and nearly knock you over infront of everyone

gets caught making out a lot purely because shes so quick to the point when she wants it

Leaves your lips sore

very good with her tongue

[planetsano]

a family-friendly sleepover.

SYNOPSIS ☆ "can I request reki and his s/o having their first sleepover together :) nothin nsfw!! just fluff and the both of them being dorks"

WARNINGS ☆ gn!reader but reki's baby sisters dress you up in a princess outfit.

PAIRING ☆ reki kyan x gn!reader

A/N ☆ I made this into a bullet fic/headcanon sort of thing. I hope that's okay, it's just easier for me to convey ideas! ;(

I don't think it would be planned! It would just sort of happen.

The relationship was still new-ish, with it only being official for a month and a few days, but the two of you were inseparable.

One night after a skate date, you two decided to spend a little more time together back at his house. It was supposed to be an hour and thirty minutes max.

But there you two were cuddling and all pouty because you had to leave.

"It's late. I should go." Your voice is muffled from your face being buried into Reki's neck. His arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, rubbing on your back while. Your hand was on the other side of his neck, snuggling into him closer.

It was silent for a bit, the both of you unmoving because you didn't want to separate—puppy love.

A few more minutes passed, and you sighed. Now you had to get up. You sat on your knees, and you looked at Reki with a pout.

"C'mon, walk me out." You hit his chest gently. He groans and sits up, looking at you in your eyes.

"Do you really have to leave?" Reki asks.

You thought about it. You didn't necessarily have to leave, but you were supposed to, right?

"I mean, no but-" You stated but he cut you off.

"You can stay the night," He pauses, realizing what he just said. He was ready, but that's a significant milestone in any relationship, and maybe you weren't there yet. "Only if you want!" He gave you a nervous chuckle.

"Baby, are you sure?” Your hands found the sides of his face. “Will your mom mind?” Your thumbs rubbed his cheeks.

"I’m sure! She won't mind. I'll tell her it'll be a family-friendly sleepover."

“A family-friendly sleepover, babe?” You giggle and peck his lips.

"Yeah, it sounds PG, Ya know?”

Reki's mom and his sisters were so excited to have you over. His mother showed you some of his baby photos, and his sisters pulled you into one of their rooms. The oldest wanting boy advice, and the younger sisters just wanted to play dress up.

While you were occupied with his family, he took the time to get you everything you needed for the night. A toothbrush, a face towel, and pajamas (which consisted of one of his oversized shirts and baggy pajama pants)

Honestly, he was nervous the whole time he was preparing everything :(

He just wants everything to go well even though it was a last-minute thing, and there wasn't much he could do to plan.

Reki makes his bed and straightens up his room a bit even though it was already clean. Are there enough pillows??? Would you need more blankets??? Shit, he had to grab some extra drinks just in case you get thirsty!! He's a little ✨ frantic ✨

He folds your PJs in a neat square on his bed and even goes the extra mile to light a couple of sweetly scented candles and get more pillows

When he's satisfied, he'll go to his sister's room and knock on the door. He pokes his head in to see you wearing a tiara and an exceptionally poorly fitted princess dress. It was obviously made for a child the way it wouldn't close around your frame. Reki thought you looked adorable, but it was Reki-(Name) time now.

"Can I have my (Name) back?" He asks with a pout. His sisters shout a playful "no!"

"No? Let's fight then!" Reki comes into the room entirely fists raised.

Cue a fun sibling fight for your attention and love—spoiler alert. Reki wins, but only because they went easy on him. It was getting late anyway.

He takes you back to his room after you politely return your costume to his little twin sisters, and pinky promise you'll play again soon.

You smile when you see all the little things he's done and put out for you. You notice it all, from the candles to the couple bottles of water and snack sitting on his desk.

You guys brush your teeth and wash your face together. It's very much that scene from Bring It On. Lots of flirting through the mirror and hip bumps trying to fight for more mirror space.

He only gets "slightly" shy when he realizes you have to change.

"Uh, I'll let you change in here.." He says before he takes pajamas of his own out of his drawer. "I'll be right back!" He says and exits his room.

A few minutes will pass, and he's all dressed for bed. He knocks gently on his door, waiting on your response.

"Come in!"

He slides his door open to find you sitting crisscross applesauce on his bed. You look so sweet in PJs and a small smile on your face while you make grabby hands at him.

"Cuddle time, baby!" You say cutely.

Excited puppy Reki activated.

Reki takes so many candid pictures and videos of you. He makes one of the photographs his phone's lock screen. It's not a candid, but you're posing with two peace signs held up and a cute smile.

You guys are definitely making tiktoks too. (he's a surprisingly good dancer??????)

Netflix, Hulu, Disney Plus? He has it all on his laptop.

You guys get in a comfy cuddle position and watch movies and cartoons for a while. The Scooby-Doo live-action movie? Watched. A few episodes of Regular Show and Adventure Time? Watched.

He notices when you're quieter than usual—your cute little giggles at funny scenes dying down to soft hums.

"Sleepy?" He asks with a soft smile, and you nod your head in response. Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier by the second.

Reki closes his laptop and starts to get up.

"Hnng- Where you are goin'?" You whine and ball his shirt in your fists.

"I gotta blow out the candles and put this up. I'll be back in no time, lovebug." He kisses your forehead, and you let him go.

You watch him get up and put his laptop on his desk, plugging it up to its charger. Before he blows out the candles, he turns to look at you.

"You don't need a nightlight, right? Because I have one if you need it, babe! I'm not judging!" Reki says

"Reki, I don't need a nightlight. Thank you, though, baby." You giggle softly, then pat the warm spot his body left next to you. "Hurry."

He blows out the candles quickly before sliding into bed with you. His body was resting on top of yours while your fingers massaged his hair.

"Goodnight, (Name). I..." He pauses. "I'm happy you stayed." Nice save.

"Night, baby. I'm happy too.."

Reki wants to save the L word for another time.

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

[angelguk]

→ pu$$y fairy — a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 3.2k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

warnings: virgin!oc / blowjob / we talk about dicks for a bit / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / cum swallowing / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend

soundtrack: on the way, jhene aiko + hold on (slowed and reverb), the internet

Jeongguk doesn’t hate Mingyu. He truly doesn’t. He is one of his closest friends after all; he’d held him up after Jeongguk had dumped half a keg down his throat and his legs had promptly collapsed.  He’d also been a successful wingman for when Jeongguk was aiming to add Seolhyun to the list of girls he’d bagged, sent pictures of his organic chemistry notes when Jeongguk had missed more than half of the classes in high school and didn’t laugh at him when he was heart-broken over Sua and borderline depressed. He was a true friend; someone Jeongguk could rely on. It was a simple brother-like relationship that Jeongguk deeply treasured. So no, he could never hate Mingyu – but he could absolutely long to punch that insufferable asshole in the face.

He should have known this was going to go downhill exceptionally fast the moment you stumbled into his room, wide-eyed and nervous in your unsure steps. When his pants had hit the ground, the shock in your eyes was a dead giveaway to how messy this whole arrangement was going to be. The second clear sign was when you jumped out his window because the sight of his bare dick terrified you.

And this was all the result of Mingyu being a meddling shit who didn’t know when to mind his business.

He remembers it with a clarity that makes his shoulders tense, how Mingyu had snuck you into the conversation while twisting a soju bottle in his hands.

“Yo… JK…. You mind if I ask you a question?” He’d said. Jeongguk shrugged, focused on flipping the meat on the grill because he was starving and the prospect of cooked meat was a lot more appealing than feigning interest in a conversation. “Alright…," Mingyu took his silence as a cue to speak. “Have you ever fucked a virgin?”

He should have known then. He really should have known.

“I don’t know. I don’t ask any questions when I’m hard,” Jeongguk had replied, unknowing of the dangerous path this conversation was guiding him down.

“Yeah and most of the time you don’t fuck on an actual bed. I’m not even surprised you don’t ask questions.”

“Hey!” Jeongguk had swung the tongs around. “I ask important ones, like consent and making sure we’ve got a condom around. But virginity? Not my concern.”

“Seems a bit…. Whorish to me.”

“Not whorish. I just have my priorities elsewhere… Like cumming for example.”

Mingyu had sighed as he poured him a shot, the air leaving his lips heavy. “I shouldn’t even be asking you to be honest. You’re a decent guy but your kind of a dickhead when it comes to sex.”

“How does not pondering on virginity make me dickhead? Again, as I said, priorities are elsewhere.”

“Dude you’ve never even tried to have meaningful sex at least once in your life. When was the last time you were actually emotionally invested in the person you were sleeping with? Hmm?”

The answer was Sua and he knew that but Mingyu was decent enough to keep her name out of his mouth, the judging look in his eyes saying enough.

“You know… I don’t do well with the whole emotional thing. I prefer it physical. It’s less messy. But what does this even have to do with virginity?” Jeongguk hated to admit it but he was somewhat interested in where this conversation was going. If only he knew it was leading to a massive train wreck of the one thing, he steered clear from – emotions.

Mingyu had just sighed again, tipping the soju bottle into his shot glass once more. “There’s a girl who I’d like you to meet.”

He’d scoffed, mouth stuffed with a perilla leaf wrap. “You know I don’t do blind dates.”

“It’s not a blind date,” Mingyu had retorted, the glance he threw at his friend’s direction precarious. “She wants you to take her virginity.”

Jeongguk had choked. Of course, he had. Even if sex didn’t mean much to him, taking someone’s first time like that felt very transactional. And Jeongguk wasn’t that big of a dickhead. But then Mingyu had opened his mouth, spewing various details about your life to him that he would rather have not heard over a KBBQ lunch. You were a friend from one of his business lectures, rather eccentric but sweet and funny. You were also a virgin and terrified of approaching men on your own, one of the reasons Mingyu had sprung up this arrangement. Jeongguk wasn’t one to fall into things like this but it was too late. Mingyu was a marketing major for a reason, he knew how to spin words in his favour, convince people into agreeing to things that they normally would not. And that’s how Jeongguk found himself staring at your retreating figure after you’d thrown your body right out his window, landing hard on the lawn of the house he rented with Namjoon and Seokjin. The crazy thing was that you’d gotten up immediately, not showing any sign of a broken bone or injuries, before promptly sprinting down the road to the bus stop. He should have known then. He really should have known. And yet, here he is, pants discarded on the floor of his room and his dick aching from being unrelieved for longer than it’s ever been, while you crouch over him, squinting at his penis like it’s a foreign object that could kill you.

“Could you please stop staring at my penis like that.” He says it out of frustration, but also the way you’re examining his length makes him feel self-conscious in a way he hasn’t felt like in a long time.

“Sorry,” you murmur, not breaking eye contact with his dick. “I’m just… fascinated. It’s rather….” The sentence tapers out and you swallow hard as if it pains you to admit it, “...Ugly.”

Jeongguk decides then and there he hates you.

“I mean... It’s not that it’s ugly!” you swiftly attempt to amend, catching the glare he directs at you. “It’s also big!”

“I know. And you just said it was ugly,” Jeongguk retorts, weighing the options in his head. Either get a poor blowjob from a girl he’s terrified of (but also bizarrely attracted too) or kick you out of his room and finish himself off. The situation sucks either way but it’s better than the last time when you’d leapt out of the window like a gazelle.

“I misspoke,” you say, gently falling onto your knees. You flash him a shy smile, a soft delicate little thing that makes your eyes glitter and Jeongguk instantly picks the first option. “It’s just different to what I expected it to look like.”

He scoffs, swallowing hard on the sudden lump in his throat. “There’s no way you haven’t seen a dick before. You don’t watch porn?”

The grimace you make is enough of an answer. “I have… Not all the time though, it’s too much for me sometimes. Also, it’s weird seeing it in real life and not, like, through a screen.”

“Noted. But still, it’s not that ugly,” Jeongguk murmurs, trying not to compare his penis to the visuals he has in his head. His pride is wounded from that comment he won’t deny it.

“It kinda is,” you reply. Jeongguk flicks your forehead in retaliation. “Ow! Why’d you do that.” There’s that stupid pout in your lips as you glower at him. He despises how his dick twitches at the sudden thought of your pretty mouth wrapped around his length. Despises it even more when you gasp at the slight motion trembling through him. “It moves?!”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk sighs, wondering how on Earth you’re over the age of twenty and still like this. “It does. Also, don’t insult my dick. It’s rude.”

“Sorry again,” you pause as if you’re considering whether what you might utter next is offensive. You open your mouth anyway, unable to comprehend the fact that your words are slowly chipping away at his ego. “It’s kinda scary that it moves.”

“Oh my god, you are the literal worst.” Jeongguk thinks his boner might evaporate. It’s a miracle it’s lasted this long. You’d sauntered into his room around half an hour again and he’d been hard from the get-go. Truly amazing his balls hadn’t shrivelled up yet. “You know you’re about to blow me off right?”

“I know… I’m stupid,” you counter, eyebrows furrowing together like you’re attempting to figure out exactly how Jeongguk’s dick works. It’d be very simple if you just asked him. It’s essentially an up and down motion, some swirls, a lot of wetness. Nothing too difficult. But when you glance up at him, the innocent glaze over your eyes almost hopeless, he can tell it feels the same as defusing a bomb. “I just… Don’t know what to do. Show me?”

And there it is - the foolish little thing that landed Jeongguk here half-naked on the edge of his bed in the first place. Even though you were mildly repulsed by the male autonomy you were still so eager to learn. Something Jeongguk didn’t know he would be into until you posed that question and his balls tightened in a way they have never done before.

“Okay,” he mumbles, hoping you don’t suspect the twitch that runs through his length when you say that. Not like you would, to be fair.

But then you sweep your hair back, lean in fast, no preparation or anything before your breath is brushing against his crotch and Jeongguk nearly screams.

“Woah, woah, woah! I thought you just asked me to show you? What are you doing?” Maybe he scuttles further down the bed, terrified of the rush of heat you send straight to his gut.  

Your eyes flicker upward, bright and ingenuous. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“You’re not -,” Jeongguk sighs breath weighing through the air. “You’re not doing it wrong. I just think... We should go slow right? It’s your first time? Maybe don’t rush into it?”

“I watched a YouTube video and they said to do it like that,” you reply. Jeongguk can’t help but blink at you, brain reeling from attempting to understand your being.

“You watched a - never mind. You’re giving me a headache. And I thought you knew nothing. Porn would have been a better research alternative but to each their own.”

“I did it for preparation! I didn't know it’d be this nerve-wracking in real life. And, I told you, real dicks are gross. She used a dildo.”

“How is a dildo any different to a real dick?” Jeongguk fingers dig into the mattress a little harder when you lean it once more, gingerly resting your head against his knee.

“It’s just different. Less grotesque. And they come in various colours.”

He might just actually scream. “It’s literally made to replicate a penis.”

You sigh, your breath skipping against his skin. The room is suddenly tight, closing in on him and you’re not even really touching him. And then you catch your lip between your teeth, pressing down with a quick thoughtful bite. “I think you’re deflecting right now.”

“I’m not,” he splutters. “Why would I even be deflecting right now?”

“I mean, we’re having a conversation about dildos when your dick is hard and I’m meant to be blowing you. Sounds like deflection doesn’t it?” He hates the way your eyes glitter, bright and captivating as your gaze locks into his.

“Like I said,” Jeongguk retorts, “We should take it slow.”

“Okay then. I’m done talking about dildos unless you have anything else to add?”

“I don’t,” he murmurs, “Okay then, onto giving a blowjob.”

“Onto giving a blowjob,” you reiterate. And then, like a psychopath, you smile. “Where should I start?”

He hates that body is on edge right now, hands trembling even though he hides them by squeezing his bed-sheets tight. “Try giving it a lick first? You can put your hand around the base too - if you want to.”

“Here?” His knees nearly buckle when you wrap your warm palm around his length, grip firm around the base of his cock. But that’s nothing to the gentle lap of your tongue against the side of his cock, a quick little thing and nearly launches him off the bed.

“Oh - uh - yeah, there.” His voice sounds far off and without warning your mouth is against him once more, tongue a sinful little thing that slips along his length, wet and warm and so sneaky he’s unsure of what to respond with apart from an instinctual buck of his hips. It’s easy like this, your tongue pressed against his cock and your hands slowly dragging upwards, placing a perfect pressure along his length that leaves him sighing into the air of his bedroom. Your movements grow more direct, reading the increasing desperation in Jeongguk’s body as he moves closer and closer to you, waiting until you feel sure enough. And then, finally, your mouth sinks onto him.

He nearly whimpers. Nearly. There’s a heat pooling in his gut and ebbs through every muscle and nerve, the coil of his desire springing tighter with each inch that slips down your throat. You take him so well, Jeongguk can’t help but watch in awe, the wideness in your eyes making him harder than he’s ever been in his life. Even with your inexperience, the way you swallow his cock is obscene. It’s an imagery Jeongguk engraves in his memory, purposefully stored because he knows he’ll think about it whenever his desires override his logical thoughts again. You lap him up like you want this, a soft moan echoing from your throat and along his length as you move deeper, mouth plaint to his dick. He forces himself to sit still, give you the time to adjust, lick and taste to your leisure, forcing the impending wave of heat back down into his gut. He holds it there even when you move away, the sound of your wet mouth popping off his dick permeating the air.

And of course, you lick your lips afterwards, a swift swipe of your pink tongue against them, your eyes trained on his.

“Like that?” you ask.

Jeongguk’s going to die. He is. And you’ll be the reason why listed on his death certificate.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, chest tight with want. “Like that.”

You lean back in without question, mouth taking his length like you were made for it and your hand works against the parts of him you can’t reach just yet. His mind wanders as his eyes take in this sight of you, on your knees and mouth open wide just for him. Someday he’d like to see if you could truly take his length, all of it. Down your throat. Hard and fast like his hips wanted to go. But this is more than perfect. How you concentrate on blowing him like you want to see him spill himself down your throat. It’s almost adorable, the earnestness in your gaze every time your eyes flicker upwards as your mouth moves along his cock. He likes this more than he’s willing to admit, the slowness in your pace, how your tongue is shy sometimes when it laves against his tip. It’s a change from what he usually gets - and a welcome one too. A tiny part of him feels like it would be fitting to hold your hand. You’re so pretty too, especially when your lips are on him. He’d like to take care of you, see what your face looked like when his tongue was deep inside of you, know what your taste like as you moan out his name. He doesn’t even register the words as they leave his mouth, head lost in the images colouring his thoughts.

“Taking me so well, baby,” he can’t help the grunt, the pet name natural to him, “So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

And you hum like you like it - like you like pleasing him, sinking further down until his tip bumps against the back of your throat. The zip down his spine nearly sends him spiralling.

“Baby,” he feels it then, when your eyes shift to meet his, the snap in his gut. “F-fuck, I’m gonna cum. You need to stop right now if you don’t want to down your throat.”

But you don’t, moving faster like the twitch of his dick in your mouth spurs him on, your lips firm as they wrap around him. He doesn’t hold in his moves this time, hips gently moving up to meet your mouth, the tremor running through his bulky thighs nothing but a warning before it hits him hard. A wave of heat, melting through his muscles as his eyes flutter shut, your tongue lapping him right up, no protest as he unravels down your throat. It’s over in an instant but Jeongguk feels like mush, head floating and his bones soft with how hard his back hits the mattress. You pull off his length a second later, letting him feel you swallow all of him first.

“Holy shit.” His mouth is still disconnected from his brain.

There’s a beat of silence, so awkward that Jeongguk shuffles himself back onto his elbows even though his bones feel like giving way. And then your laugh tinkles through the air, a soft gentle thing that makes his heart seize in his chest.

“That… wasn’t so bad,” you say, staring at him with an ease that spikes an urge to press his lips against yours in his heart.

“Oh,” he replies, like an idiot. “You liked it?”

“Well, it didn’t suck… pun intended. Your moans are really loud.”

Jeongguk blushes - he blushes - even after the stupid joke you made.

“Um, yeah. I do, I guess. Sorry, I kind of forgot to show you what to do. But you’re a bit of a natural, to be honest.” He abhors the diffidence in his voice.

“I guessed that,” you retort, the smile on your face hypnotic, “From your really loud moaning.”

“Can you - fuck how do you ruin any intimate moment when it happens?”

“Guess I’m a natural at that too,” you say it with a laugh, and Jeongguk can’t help the smile that tugs against his lips.

“Um,” he tries, fully aware of the front view seat you were getting of his soft dick. He sits up to try and shield it, feeling awfully exposed. “If you’d like… I could return the favour?”

“No, I’m good.” There’s zero hesitation in your voice and you’re up before Jeongguk can think of a decent excuse to keep you in his room. “Maybe another time? I’ll text you. Bye Jeongguk.”

It’s then he regrets not encouraging you to undress earlier, his assumption that this would be the worst blowjob of his life incredibly incorrect. Perhaps if your clothes were scattered around his bedroom he could have found a way to convince you into his sheets while you searched for them. But you’re fully dressed, already bounding out of his door like his dick wasn’t down your throat moments ago. He watches you go with forlornness, mouth dry with words he’s incapable of expressing at this very instance and his heart oddly warm at the sight of your skipping away with a carefreeness he admires. He still hates that you’re leaving, perhaps the only positive of this situation is that you’re using his bedroom door instead of his window.

“Bye,” Jeongguk mumbles into the vacant air. You don’t even catch it, shooting him a quick grin before you’re bounding down the stairs as if this doesn’t even matter to you. A stumble on a stepping stone to something greater. He plucks up his phone, pants still lost somewhere on the floor. Blocking Mingyu for twenty-four hours should be enough of a punishment, right?

mingyu the man [10:21pm]

bro..

you alive?

jaykay [10:26pm]

i focking hate u

u know that right?

mingyu the man [10:31pm]

you dont my g

how was it?

did she jump out the window this time?

jaykay [10:34pm]

worse

mingyu the man [10:37pm]

bro wtf wot she do??

jaykay [10:40pm]

she actually gave me head

mingyu the man [10:45pm]

????

how is that worse dude you’re just as weird as her

jaykay [10:46pm]

ITS WORSE CAUSE I LIKED IT

mingyu the man [10:51pm]

damn....

you like crazy coochie don’t you

jaykay [10:52pm]

WHAT R U EVEN

MAN FUCK

I HATE U

mingyu the man [10:53pm]

lmao u don’t i brought her into your life u lurve me

im best man for the wedding

not jaehyun

u got dat right

jaykay [10:56pm]

i hope you fall into a ditch and die

mingyu the man [10:58pm]

okay big man

you gon see her again tho?

jaykay [10:59pm]

....maybe

idk man im fucked up right now

like???

SHE JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW??

mingyu the man [11:01pm]

and u still invited her over to suck your dick again

crazy coochie got u bad bruh

jaykay [11:06pm]

FUCK U

mingyu the man [11:11pm]

mhmm if thats what u say

i have a class wid her to tomorrow

any messages u want to pass on?

hello?

[mingyu the man is blocked]

hello? jaykayyyyyy

JAYKAY

SEAGULL

damn he got it bad

[moxfirefly]

Good afternoon, this has been in the works for a while now and I finally got around to finishing it and being pretty content of it (this is gonna go up on AO3 soon along with the others that aren’t request) but I wanted to post it here first. Enjoy!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

“Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do”

Gaming was always an escape.

From childhood to adulthood. There was some gaming equipment in your hands, controls, handhelds, keyboards and so on. There was just something calming about entering a fantasy world and immersing yourself in scenery and stories that made you stray from bad days and long nights.

For Donatello it was the same.

On one of his many supply scavenges Splinter had found a dumpster near a toy store that was going out of business. It was a memorable haul for them. What they expected to be routine things mixed with some type of groceries had turned into literal Christmas in July. Stuffed animals, board games, action figures and even a few gaming consoles with some cartridges and cd’s. Noticeably they were considered damaged or improperly manufactured, but they didn’t care and for Donnie he had spent a good week and a half fixing up the Nintendo and Play Station 2 consoles back into working conditions.

That alone had been plenty for him but nevertheless Mikey being so excited about playing wanted him to join him. They had played for hours and each disc or cartridge they tried out held a new story, a new set of controls to learn, new visuals and such. He was immediately hooked.

When he had gotten the first parts to start building a PC from scratch he knew there would be another world of possibilities for games.

Now gaming is a leisure for Donnie. Something he does for enjoyment and an escape when his projects become too much. The world of online gaming allowed him to also explore the possibilities of chatting with others though, the humans they were not allowed to see or speak to (with the exception of their Hogosha) but needless to say it wasn’t like Donnie broadcasted his identity and whereabouts. More so these people only came to game and speak game.

Donnie absolutely does detest the unnecessary sexism that gaming brings. Many a time he had read on chats or heard on his head set such derogatory comments thrown at female players. Never the one to stand such misogynistic behavior (he was raised better and had heard enough horror stories from April) he always shot that shit down quickly. Given his status as being far above his gaming peers he had developed respect and none of them ever shot back at him.

That’s how he runs into you.

On the opposing team nonetheless.

Once your female voice ran through the ears of the group he had been stuck in, the comments began to rain down. Some colorful, some lazy and some downright disgusting. Donnie had had enough and with some of his more illegal methods, had managed to push out the players in his party and send the audio recording to the email of the developers.

On exceptionally petty days he did far worse.

You had been stunned, wondering why the gang of immature boys had suddenly disappeared. Only one of them remained with the gamer tag specifying ‘Don_DuzMachines’ you couldn’t help but giggle at it.

You had asked if the sudden disappearance had been a weird glitch and if Don (as you assumed you should call him) had anything to do about it.

“Let’s just say I’ve got my ways” His soft voice rang through your headset.

“Well it’s hardly the first time I’ve had a gang of prepubescent boys tell me to suck their dicks” You started to move away in the map but stopped abruptly.

“Hey do you wanna play something else?” You asked tentatively. “Figured the least I can do is thank you” Donnie sat back pensively, well there was no harm in that now was there?

And so it started innocently.

Co-op games even the occasional match against one another. Each game you two always spoke through your headsets. Mostly banter about strategy or directions for who to do what or the occasional friendly jabs. You hadn’t revealed much that wasn’t the nickname you used as your gamer tag, and well Don had basically done the same.

That is until you decide to poke a little into his life. “You go to college?” You had asked, fingers gliding over the keyboard as you both partook in a raid. Donnie hadn’t expected such a question and he didn’t necessarily want to divulge much, he opted for a more ambiguous response. “I do my own studying, sort of like home schooling if you will?” Well he wasn’t wrong, Splinter had been both father and teacher to them, Donnie had just excelled more quickly and soon enough he was teaching his brothers on the academic side.

“You broke too, huh? Trust me it’s not worth the insane debt you’ll develop in six years that’ll take forty years to pay off” You chuckled with a hint of bitterness, Donnie couldn’t help but laugh and snort.

“That’s cute” You said sincerely. Donnie smiled, heat creeping up his neck.

How innocent things had been at the start.

For six months the two of you divulged little to no information. You never asked to video chat and Donnie never asked for your socials. It had just been a mutual agreement to keep the mystery that just wasn’t verbalized. Maybe it was for the better, because surely what had began as a gaming buddies situation had escalated to, well Donnie couldn’t really explain.

The first instance the two of you had been stuck on a map solving intricate puzzles. It was one of the more relaxed games the two of your partook in together when you didn’t want to deal with other players in a lobby.

“Dating apps are a nightmare, they’re only worth it for getting dumb funny stories” You had been playing but also checking some of the matches you’ve gotten on a site. Donnie swallowed, why did that settle so oddly in his stomach?

“Well any funny ones you’d like to share?” Don asked curiously hoping he wasn’t over stepping any boundaries. “One guy wanted me to cover my feet in marmalade, I really almost hit fuck it and did it” You couldn’t help but smile when Don choked, coughed and bursted out laughing.

“What kink is that even related to? I mean I know people enjoy feet but marmalade?” He was bewildered. “Come on Don don’t kink shame the poor guy, who are you to police his eclectic culinary desires?” Now the two of you couldn’t help but burst into another fit of laughter. Both your avatars were idle standing, the game somewhat abandoned in favor for the conversation.

“Hey I’m not kink shaming, we all have our weird kinks” Donnie smiled sitting back on his swivel chair. You clicked out of the dating site, chin resting on your hand. “Are we finally having this conversation? Cause I love this shit, it’s my bread and butter” You sat back in your gaming chair, tucking your knees.

Donnie felt so shy but the barrier of mistery the two of you had built urged him on. He was curious, like stupid curious what you looked like and while he had everything to figure out exactly where you were, it wasn’t morally correct for him. So why not just indulge in the conversation?

“Well it’s not feet, sorry to disappoint” He heard you laugh, an infectious sound he had grown to enjoy so much. “Feet are so passé anyways, what about bondage?” You spun slowly in your chair, the sounds of Don adjusting and clicking on the keyboard ringing in your ears.

“Bondage is a go, especially sensory deprivation” He was checking some documents April had forwarded to him in regards to a case they were dealing with, but he could multitask. You made an approving noise, nodding while taking a sip of your drink. “Into that D/s stuff?” You asked wanting to see what else he might like.

“Well yeah, but I do enjoy more um... Fem Dom stuff” He finished up the email he wrote out for April and hit send. “A man with taste, not something we get often” You chuckled but decided to add. “I wouldn’t mind having a guy submit to me” You bit the inside of your cheek a little shy suddenly.

Something about that statement made heat spread south for Donnie. The concept of being dominated? By a woman? He peaked a look behind him, pushing one side of his headset down to hear what his brothers might be up to but he heard only music and chatting voices.

“What’s your favorite thing?” He inquired almost too softly.

“Erotic ASMR” There was no trace of embarrassment in your voice and that somehow made Donnie hot.

“Maybe we frequent the same sites for that” Don boldly threw out. You made an approving face before sitting forward and typing on your keyboard. A beat or two later Donnie saw an email notification from you on one of his many burner emails. He opened it finding links to audios from various sites all catered to erotic audios. Donnie whistled, this was a gold mine and true to his predictions you did indeed have some of his favorite sites to peruse.

“It’s not just male audios by the way, there’s women too” You sat back once again, nervously playing with your hair. “Thanks... Well I do like hearing both” Donnie confessed, voice avoiding a stutter.

You grinned. Oh he was even more fun that you could’ve expected.

Curiously enough that had been the tamest experience into yours and Donnie’s sex talks. Because it hadn’t really stopped at that, they progressively escalated little by little. Fave kinks had turned to fave sites, fave sites had turned into fave videos. Donnie never pictured he’d share his hidden folder with a stranger no less.

You nor Donnie could really say how the two of you had ended up one late night, with yet another abandoned game, talking about weird but satisfying cyber sex experiences. Some of your stories had been on the more comical side but a few had riled Donnie up to the point that he couldn’t ignore it. There was a shift in your voice as well, an allure that enticed him.

“Can I be honest?” You licked your suddenly dry lips. Donnie tensed momentarily, not sure what to expect. “Of course, please” You squeezed your thighs together, ‘please’ shouldn’t sound so good coming out of his mouth. You trace lazy circles on your thighs, something pushed you. “I’m kinda turned on by this...by talking to you about all this stuff” Maybe this was overstepping it, surely there was nothing wrong between two adult friends discussing such matters.

There was no need to tell Don that you had yearned to put a face to the name. But his hesitance spoke of insecurities and you could understand that.

“I am too...” Donnie looked up at what he called a ceiling in his home, the darkness of the sewer system and concrete. He’d never have a chance with you, it was a deeply rooted desire for intimacy and if virtually he could obtain it then so be it.

For all your boldness you felt a wave of bashfulness hit, crashed around your self confidence. Then Donnie steps up and you feel your toes curl in excitement. “Do you want to have a better experience?” Donnie runs both hands down his face, who was he to provide better experiences, he’d never even physically had a partner. The slow sigh that escapes your throat is comforting static in his headset. “Yeah, yeah I really do actually” You feel a smile etch itself on your lips.

“You can call me Donnie” It’s the closest to his name, and truthfully he really wants to hear you say it.

“Y/N,” You say to which Donnie makes an approving noise, he finds your name to be pretty. He rolls it in his mouth, testing the syllables, he can envision moaning it, well he wants to moan it if he can be completely honest. He wants to put a face to that name but he quickly pushes the thought out. There’s a pregnant pause where neither of you engage or make the first attempt. Not wanting to let this mood flee, Donnie swallows and closes his eyes. The hum of the abandoned game grounding him.

“Say my name again” It’s not a forceful demand, all the contrary he wants to hear the pitch in your voice when you say it, he wants to picture how each tone would variate depending on what he would do or say. “Donnie...” You smile to yourself when you say it, a hint of desire nestled in it and Don notices that and wants more of it.

There’s a lengthy sigh from your behalf, hands wandering up your thighs towards your chest. “I’d like to be there right now, would like to say it against your lips” Your bold confessions makes Donnie’s pulse quicken. He runs a ghosting touch up his plastron, the vision of a delicate hand doing it. The imaginary weight of you on his lap grinding down on his hard member. Donnie grips himself through his shorts a soft groan escaping his parted lips.

“Want you to kiss me” He swallows dryly, the approving noise you make pushing him forward. “Feel your lips all over, feel your mouth around me...” He lifts his hips, hand cupping himself and the small hitch in your breath is a sound he wants permanently recorded in his brain.

“God are you big? I bet you are” You kneed your breast, thumb and forefinger pinching the sensitive nubs until they’re perked. Donnie smirks to himself, freeing his aching member and looking down at himself. Mutant genes aside he feels somewhat shamefully proud of his cock, he wonders if you would like it... deeply buried within you. “Yeah I am, I think you can take it something tells me” You catch that teasing tone and the urge to swallow him whole and make him see stars is too much.

Your hand finds its way into your underwear, the warm wetness making you moan as you tease your middle finger between the lips to find your sensitive nub there. You bite back another lengthy moan but recover enough to breathlessly say, “oh fuck, Donnie” and that very sound makes him shiver. Never did he think he’d hear something so temptingly good, said with such sincerity. God the things he would do to smell your arousal right now, to taste the wetness. “Push two fingers in slowly” Donnie almost pleas, his voice shakey, hand pumping his cock at a steady pace. You do as he wishes, your gutted moan making more precum gather at the tip of his member.

“God-shit- you sound so good, wish you were riding my big dick right now” He wants to chastise himself for saying something like that, but he can’t deny that statement shakes something in you. He can hear it, the sound of your fingers mixed with a continuously rising string of moans. “Ohmygod” Words tumble out strewn together by your pleasure. “Donnie please, please fuck me harder” That alone makes him sit up and push forwards, one hand on his desk as the other works himself up in upward twisting strokes.

Donnie can’t erase the idea of slamming into you right here on his desk, maybe bent over, maybe you’ll let him cum on your face...

He pushes the idea away, he can’t envision your face now, not right now, not when your moans have you sounding this deliciously in need. You’re plunging two fingers into your core as your free hand runs firm circles around your clit. “Christ Donnie you sound so good baby” You moan, perspiration covering your body and Donnie can only groan his approval.

There’s a few minutes where it’s just the two of you lost in your own pleasure together. The constant chants of ‘fuck’ and ‘god’ and ‘yes’ mixed between the two of you. “Say it... again” Donnie groans out, hand quickening, briefly gathering some saliva and letting it fall on his hard member for better traction. “Don-oh, Donnie cum in me!” You’re so far gone, not caring what comes out of your mouth. The wet sounds in your head set and a vibration you figured could be static mixed with his groans was all you heard.

Donnie’s hips twitch, feels that request swim inside of his brain and the image of burying himself as deeply as you could take is all he needs. Just as your moans rise in crescendo he feels the first twitch and relief of his orgasm overtake him. He’s never felt it hit him this hard it knocks the wind out of him, each rope shooting out onto his hand and floor. In his minds eye though, it’s your suffocating heat taking it, milking him until he’s a shivering mess. It plays perfectly like a movie, he swears he can even feel your lips at his neck and arms holding him tight.

Your sounds are enough to keep him stroking, the way your voice pitched up with the sound of his name entwined, forever recorded in his brain. Your entire body tensed to the point of uncomfortable but it was impossible to stop abruptly when he sounded so lost in you. Your leg shakes and stiffens and it takes every inch of control to not become liquid and slip away into comforting bliss.

Eventually the sounds of heavy breathing slowly but surely settling are the only things the two of you can hear in your ears. There’s a mess, for you and for him. The understanding of things transpired crossing each of you two’s brains. Should you speak first? Should he?

“Um, you with me?” You settle, skin sweaty and mouth dry. There’s movement on the other line, a quiet cuss here and there and you smile. “Yeah, sorry just... made a mess” His voice has that sheepish tone and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Great thing about being a girl, we can conceal the evidence better” You stretch your aching legs enjoying each joint pop. “The female anatomy never seizes to amaze me, trust me” Donnie leans back in his chair, napkin cleaning any other soiled spot.

The silence was somewhat comfortable, the buzzing of good chemicals slowly settling.

“Was this okay?” He asked, hesitant tone in your ears.

“More than okay if you ask me” You kept it light not wanting him to feel odd or even ashamed.

You ventured on slowly, forming the question in your brain and bouncing it back and forward with a swallow. “If, and I mean if you want to, we can maybe do this from time to time” You worried a thumbnail between your teeth. Donnie’s gaze watching the idle screen of the abandoned game, he thought hard but briefly.

“I... yeah I would” He smiles to himself, even if the nagging thought that this might not last clutches the back of his mind. Why ruin a good thing? This was good more than good and you suggested to continue.

He doesn’t want to preoccupy his brain with scenarios, or if that dreaded ‘let’s meet’ sentence decides to cross your lips. If this is the inch of intimacy he gets to have and it’s with you, who he has grown so fond of, then he’s selfishly taking that inch and guarding it with his life.

Mutely you both remain on the line, no words spoken from the agreement, just simply enjoying that the two of you were present.

Even if not physically.