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neo-percs · 2 months
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can u write about mark + mirror sex please please pleaseee
WHATS HATNIN’ ?:: mark lee
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warning:: mirror sex, hair pulling, taking pictures, oral (m!receiving), hickeys, p in v sex, porn with no real plot, scratching, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, unprotected sex, headlock, posesive! Mark, sitautionship.
summary:: even if you two aren’t dating you know better. or at least that’s what mark thought, yet his eyes seemed to be amazed when he sees you posting a picture of you and a guy in your bedroom. a mirror picture.
inspo:: what’s hatnin’ by just Bieber, I literally cannot get out of my light skinned Justin era😭
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the ugly feeling in Mark’s chest had become so transparent the moment he stepped out of his apartment keys in hand and phone in the other as he watched your story seeing a guy laying in his girls bed taking a picture of them laying next to each other in the mirror. To say mark was pissed would be the understatement of the century. Mark was utterly fuming, ready to show up at your place and rock that guys world.
Mark had never moved so fast to get to your place, loving the feeling of moving slow enough to keep you on your toes even though he is just as eager as anyone to see you. But Mark knows better than anyone when it comes down to you, he doesn’t share. He doesn’t care if you two are just hooking, officially dating, or friends with benefits. He can share a drink, a pizza, a bag of candy, but never you. That’s where Mark draws the line. And if anyone unknowingly or not even let the idea slip of getting with you; Mark would be right there to knock that shit right back to its root of thought.
His hair is damp from his shower, he was even more hot in the face at the thought that he couldn’t even relax without you going and stringing some poor guy along into your fuckery that would ultimately lead to you being in the same exact bed you were just in with him and being fucked stupid. Not that Mark minded putting you in your place where you belong; with him.
The moment he stands in front of your apartment he doesn’t have patience to be quiet and gentle, he balls up his fist banging on the hard wooden door waiting to for your face to pop up between the crack and chain lock before opening it. “What are you doing here? Did you text me?” You ask completely oblivious to his anger which riles Mark up even more he pushes the door open and his sheer force or lack of yours for that matter choking you up.
The feeling of his fist balling up your hair pulling your head back to fully look him in his eyes makes your eyes go wide and your voice die in your throat. “You like being around other guys right? You like entertaining little boys?” He asks making your hand press against his chest gripping desperately at his shirt.
“No- i don’t” you say but Mark doesn’t want to hear some bullshit excuse you’ll throw at him. “No? Then why’re you posting other dudes on your story? In your bed? Huh?” He says but he knows the answer and he doesn’t have time for theatrics. “He’s a guy i went college with Mark.” You say pulling at his shirt.
‘Right, college” he says but doesn’t care enough to hear or even know anymore. He was in your space, the sacred space Mark had made seem like was his second place residing there almost every night with some of his own belongings sitting around to remind you of him. Mark grips your hair tighter making you wince.
Dragging you along with every heart pounding step he took towards your bedroom, heart ready to fall out your ass at how rough he was being with you though it truly makes no difference to you as you knew awaited you on the other side of your bedroom door. “Dressin’ up and shit, what you wanna impress him? Getting all cute.” He says slamming the door to your room open and slamming it shut behind I’m as he pulls you towards the end of your bed.
“you like pissin’ me off don’t you? Shit gets you all excited huh?” He says now use deliberately picking at you because he knows you better than anyone that you’ll cave to his attitude, and you’d do anything to make it better. “No I swear, we were just catchin’ up” you say defensively. “In your bed? No.” Mark doesn’t want to hear it anymore.
His hand pulls you down to your knees in front of your mirror as he stands in front of you. “You like your mirror so much right? Like takin’ pictures with little boys. Take a picture now” he says his tone is teasing but it wasn’t an ounce of amusement behind his eyes. Making you pull your phone from your back pocket you reach up to give him the phone with no words said but he scoffs.
“Nah, you do it. You took pictures of him in your mirror why can’t you now?” Mark won’t let the mean persona crack one bit. Pulling your head back to lean down and press a kiss to your lips knowing now your irritation was leaking in, but a kiss would shut you up before you even got started.
You soften up looking at him as he pulls away slowly looking you in your eyes perking up his brows before kissing you once more harder then standing at his full height. You open your camera snapping pictures while you both hold eye contact. The shrill feeling of embarrassment creeps up on you making you pull your eyes away and press your life head to his thighs the second his grip loosened but immediately tightens the second your head lands on his thighs.
“Nah, don’t look away now. Look at yourself.” He demands and it makes you pull away as your face heats up more embarrassed than any moment before Mark had confronted you at the front door. Hesitantly you look at the mirror seeing his hands bulging with veins from his tight grip making your thighs press together.
“You don’t like this shit but remember what got you here” he says the ugly feeling he got seeing you and whoever the guy was. “Mark, he was literally just a friend- I didn’t plan on talking to him again” you say but it falls on deaf ears as Mark tugs your hair. “Get back to it. You’re not done” he says using his free hand to point to your phone.
You sigh and snap pictures not ripping your face away from looking up at Mark. Snapping a few too many in your opinion, yet you snapped until Mark said stop. And when you dropped your phone and slid it away mark finally lets go of his grip on your hair, crouching to your level. “You see how that shit feels?” He says looking you in your eyes making your eyes slightly widen.
“What?” You ask not catching the meaning behind his words but it doesn’t take long for Mark to answer. “Seeing my girl posting another dude? It’s fucking embarrassing, that shit pissed me off” he says his index and thumb gripping at your chin gently. “I don’t like seeing you with other people. It doesn’t sit right” Mark says, though he’s made it a point to always get the message across that he hates sharing you with anyone you’d never heard him outright say he was jealous.
“Arguing’s not gonna fix the problem” Mark says softly before littering your lips and face in kisses making you sigh knowing that whatever mark chooses to do to resolve his feelings at the moment you’d be content. “Ok” you shortly answer against his lips with a small sigh as he stands up and sits at the end of your bed still visible in the mirror. You knew Mark was waiting on you to make him feel better. You take the initiate sliding your knees against the floor feeling the ache in your bones as you settle between his legs.
Hands pressing against his legs sweatpants bringing warmth to the back of your palms until your hands reach the subtle bulge poking through the thick grey fabric. Mark releasing a sigh from above you at the pressure on his dick. "You gonna make me feel good?" he asks as he watches you tug at the waistband of his boxers and pants, lifting his hips to help you. you nod puffing out a small hum in confirmation. Looking into his dark eyes you feel the dull ache between your thighs that makes you clench your them shut to relieve the feeling.
Your hand gripping at his base in a grip that makes Mark groan at the feeling, pumping him in your fist, teasing his tip with your tongue pressing your thumb against it as a thin string of spit connects the two of you together. “Fuck, even when you’re being bratty you’re still a tease” Mark says wincing as your grip tightens and your movements speed up. The sight of his thighs shaking makes you smile, though you know the sheer slick sound of precut and spit wasn’t the only sound you could make hit the air.
Wrapping your lips around his cock pressing your head down farther ignoring the burn in your throat as you lets the tip of his cock press against the back of your throat letting the sound of a long awaited moan you had been wanting to hear making your throat tighten around him which makes his bunch your hair back up once more guiding your head up and down on his dick sucking as the soft gags and sound of suckleing breach the heavy air.
Mark letting his other hand run through his black hair and fall back down on his forehead. “F-fuck” he huffs as his hips buck into the warmth from the back of your throat. Biting his lip as he feels the tingling sensation in his lower stomach while his thighs tense. His heartbeat is thrumming in his ears as he feels like his body is being reduced to nothing.
“That’s it baby” he moans airily as his hand presses down on the back of your head guiding you down his cock faster, his hips respond, Mark loves the way you look with tears in your eyes and mascara spilled with spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest in strings as your hair is absolutely fucked up by his hand.
“Look so pretty like that baby” he moans as his vision gets splotched, he’s closer and he can feel the burning white heat in his stomach clenching up and roaring to be released. His eyes widening at the feeling of your soft palm pressed flat against his tip rubbing quickly making him whine as his hips fuck into your fist at his base.
“Gonna cum” he groans as he looks you in your eyes watching as your wet eyelashes fluttered and your eyes look up at him, jaw slacking Mark feels himself letting go earning a deep groan from his throat that makes you gasp at how much he’s giving you. “Fuck” you whisper looking down at his dick covered in cum, red and throbbing; while mark lays back on the bed his face pale as if he’s seeing the pearly gates.
“C’mere” he says throaty and drained you move to sit in his lap making sure not brush against his sensitive cock. Mark sits up on his hands pressing his palms deep into the mattress as they sink in, you hesitantly find a comforting way to sit without touching him harshly while he’s coming down.
The pad of his thumb why’s away the saliva around your lips before he presses his lips to your forehead then to your lips heatedly, you moan almost instantly craving the feeling of his plump lips pressed against yours as he tastes himself on your tongue. His hands gripping the fat of your ass squeezing as he pulls you closer your hands settle to the back of his neck letting your fingers run through his hair.
Pulling away Mark nips and suckles on the skin of your throat making you lean your head back give him all the space he needs to litter small marks across your skin waiting to bloom into purple and blue bruises. His hands finding the bottom of your shirt pulling it over your head slowly as he kisses the skin above your navel up to the bottom of your bra he doesn’t hesitate to unclip and throw to the ground with your shirt.
Mark pulls his shirt over his own head letting you take the time to pull your pants and panties off. Mark settles you in his lap once more facing the mirror almost embarrassed at how disheveled you looked. “Look at you, my girl looks so pretty. Waiting to get fucked stupid” Mark whispers in your ear as your eyes watches the way his cock his hard and pressed against your navel, you clench around nothing.
“You wanna make it up to me? Make me feel better? Ride this fucking dick” he mumbles and that makes your head drop back as a moan ripples off the walls through the air. “s’not fair mark” you mumble as you crumble at the feeling of your clit pressed against him your mind utterly cloud with nothing but mark, mark, mark. You can’t get enough of it, adjusting your hips to press his tip against your sticky entrance teasing him in return as you sink down on just the tip making him sink his nails into your hip earning a wince.
“I don’t got the patience baby” he mumbles against your shoulder as he looks at you over the shoulder slowly pressing his hips up into you slowly making you sink onto his cock taking every inch he can give you until your ass is pressed against his thighs. “That’s it” he hisses as you grind down on him the feeling of him taking up all your space, filled to the brim makes your stomach feel warm and your chest tight at the stretch.
Your feet folding under your thighs as your hands reach back to hold onto his hands, anything, you you just need to feel him but mark does you better by wrapping his arms around your waist letting his warm palms rub against your tummy. The slick sound of you grinding against him makes you whine. Slowly lifting your hips and dropping them making Mark’s breathing shutter like a stack of paper in the wind.
Bouncing on his lap, his thrusts deep enough to make your thighs tremble as you whine, your thighs starting to burn as you push through the feeling letting your finger nails dig crescent shapes into his skin. “You like that? s’It feel good?” He asks as his hips rock against you his eyes watching the way your ass bounces letting a hand fall behind you letting a deafening smack reverberate off the walls.
“Yeah” you nod your head his eyes can’t stay in one place bouncing from you to the mirror in love with everything in sight. The trembling in your thighs slows you down making you switch between bouncing and grinding your hips making Mark grip your thighs “don’t slow down” he chuckles as his hands lift the weight of your thighs as impact was less of a worry.
The slick sounds in the air make your head dizzy as you barely catch the dirty words mark are whispering into your skin as his lips trail up your spine making your bones utterly shiver. “Keep going, don’t stop” he says his voice low and gruff like gravel sending goosebumps all over your skin that makes your hips bounce faster.
“That’s it” he mumbled his fingers rubbing small circles on your clit that makes your head fall back immediately making Mark scoff. “Didn’t I say look in the mirror? Look in the fucking mirror” he says sternly his rough palm colliding with the skin of your ass that makes you whine as you straighten up looking at yourself.
Hair a mess, makeup smudged as your mascara runs. You couldn’t be embarrassed with the way you were absolutely fucking yourself dumb on his cock, it felt too good to care, the shrill feeling in your lower stomach making your breath get caught in your throat as you clench down tighter on him.
“Get up” he said and it immediately made you want to burst into tears. You were so close, just a hair away from feeling that rush of energy and pleasure wash over you in white warm waves. You move anyways, slowly as it makes you feel empty. Mark guides you to rest on your stomach arching your back he leans close between your thighs letting a glob of spit trickle down your pussy making you gasp.
Spreading your legs farther apart seeing the way you glisten under your bedrooms dim lamp propped in the corner. “Look at you, all tired, you tired baby?” He asks as he pumps himself watching your expression in the mirror with a smirk seeing you nod your head. “Just wanna see you cum” you mumble as your temple presses against the mattress.
Mark hums in response as he presses his tip to your soaked entrance as the strings of spit and slick string against his tip as he slaps his tip against you making your hips jerk in response before pushing against him, the stretch is welcomed and you moan at the feeling of being full again. “You like that?” He asks as he sinks in slower making your jaw slack before your teeth cage over your bottom lip nodding.
His hand pressing against your ass as the other against your hip as his pelvis touches your skin making you grind against him. “Feels so fucking good” you whisper as you stack your arms in front of you and rest your chin on your forearm watching mark through the mirror who looks at just how deep he is inside you.
Pulling out just enough for his tip to still be inside before pressing harshly back into you making you moan as he repeats more harshly before utterly pounding into you, his hands touching your body in ways he knows only he can. “You know where to look” he says groaning as he pats your ass making your eyes flicker from him to yourself.
You know mark looks good, his dark hair sticking to his forehead and neck sticky with sweat, his feint abs covered in sweat that makes him look absolutely delicious. “Fuck yourself on my dick, come on” he says gently and it makes your head spin “come on pretty” he whispers as you lift yourself on your hands using it as leverage to bounce yourself in his lap picking up the pace.
“please cum” you whimper as you let your head fall back to look mark in his eyes absolutely filled with lust. “Wan’ you to cum so fucking bad, please” you moan and it makes Mark feel like he’s gonna lose it. His hand presses to your upper back making you fall back into the mattress, Mark leans over you completely like a tower wrapping his arm around your neck putting you in a headlock as he lets his hips buck into you sloppily.
Your moans die out as the constricting feel in your throat makes your jaw drop in pleasure as your eyes roll back. “Look at that fucking mirror hm?” He says into your ear, his breathing heavy as he can feel himself getting close almost like a sneeze the tingling sensation bundles up in your lower stomach as you force yourself to look in the mirror.
“Don’t want anybody else no more right?” He asks as his hips continue to piston into you “no, just you” you slur your words can barely make it out of your mouth with how good he fucks you. “Your little friend can’t do better can he?” He asks even though he knows the answer he still asks just to hear it from your mouth. “Never could make me cum” you whine as your thighs twitch.
“Cum with me, that’s all I need you to do for me baby” he moans as he absolutely tears up your insides making you grip his arm and sink your nails into his skin as you smoosh your face against his temple releasing all tension in your stomach the same time you hear the deepest moan to be released past marks throat that makes keep your eyes shut tightly as your body falls limp against him in pleasure as he fills you with the warm feeling of his cum.
Letting a few more rough thrusts make you completely shutter against him as he stops pulling away from you making you feeling the coldest you have been since he’s stepped inside your apartment, pulling out Mark watched how your dripped with his cum spilling on the sheets and onto your thighs he hums tiredly in satisfaction of his work almost as if your pussy was a masterpiece he painted with his cum.
Standing up Mark works with you in gentle touches as you wince at the dull ache between your thighs. “It’s okay, I got you” he mumbles as he carries your weight to the bathroom sitting you on the counter as he runs a bath. The both of you eventually situate in the bath with your back pressed to his chest as he cups the bath water letting it spill over your shoulders as he runs the rag lathered in soap over your skin.
“You’re mean when you’re jealous” you say, your throat dry and hoarse yet you don’t mind using whatever little bit of your voice you have to tease Mark. “Well maybe when you do shit to make me jealous I just show the ugly feelings” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re never gonna talk to him an again are you?” He asks with a hint of teasing in his voice “after this? Absolutely not” you laugh as you reach your hand up to his hand letting your nails rake through the wet tangles that makes Mark relax into you as his chin rests on your shoulder pressing a kiss to the skin. “Good” he mumbles.
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sagezere · 11 months
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I couldn’t find the words to say ‘I love you’.
omg guys its finally a part 3 😱 Finally got inspo to write sorry for the longest wait ever lmao
part 1 here. part 2 here. extra but also kinda important here.
It’s been months. You haven’t spoken to Mona or Scaramouche at all since you caught them in ‘the act’. Honestly it sent shivers of disgust all over your body.
You walked in the halls of your college- even though you shared the same one with both the people that you used to call ‘friends’ you thankfully havent seen them at all.
Taking out your phone and scrolling through anything to clear your mind of the nuisances that you foolishly allowed to be by your side for years, you bumped shoulders with someone.
“Ah, sorry I should have been looking where I was going” you turn around and say apologetically, not expecting to see the man that has been plaguing your mind for this long.
He turned, glared at you for a few seconds before the glare faltered. Both of your eyes stayed connected and the tug of your heart hurt so bad, but you just took a deep breath, blinked at him with the blankest face you could muster, turned and walked away.
And God, did that feel good- that was until you felt a grab at your shoulder, and you were pulled back slightly.
“(Name)…” His voice whispered out, but you didn’t want to turn. You shrugged his hand off of you, and turned your head slightly, just to get that look on his face and you glared.
“Don’t fucking speak to me. You chose to do what you did, so just do what you always wanted me to do and fuck off.” Then you finally walked away from him- with an aching heart of course, but it was finally a step forward. With every step away from him it felt like you could finally breathe, like you could finally feel the weight of all those years slide off and far away.
Going about your day, it’s only been about an hour or two since bumping into Scaramouche in the hall. You were so happy to have finally let go of such a burden- having finally broken a promise you’ve made to a ‘dead person’ (if ur confused read the prequel thing or just dont idk)
However happiness was cut abruptly when you were faced with the other half of the nuisance, Mona. You were unsure of your standings with her, she seemed to only be your friend when Scaramouche wasn’t in the picture, but she’d also treat you as if you were some gross bug when he was around.
Seeing her stand in front of you so casually as if she hadn’t just ghosted you for some boy made you pissed off.
“(Name)! It’s been so long, how’ve you been?” The casualty in her voice and actions towards you start irritating you. You give her a disgusted look.
“what the hell are you talking about? ‘(Name) it’s been so long, how’ve you been?’ “ You mock her words in an overly high pitched and obnoxious voice.
“You ghosted me Mona. Don’t come skipping back expecting me to be the same (Name) I was months ago- actually scratch that, I’m pretty grateful.” You cross your arms and look her in the eyes with a glare.
“(Name) look I’m sorry-“ You cut her off.
“shut up and let me speak for fucks sake.” You rolled your eyes, not letting her speak over you.
“You went no contact on me, blocked me from literally everything! Kind of glad you did that for me though, with you and your bitch of a boyfriend out of my life for all those months I realized how fake you are!”
When she opened her mouth to speak- or defend herself you just walked away, not wanting to even hear any more of her voice.
yeah sorry this is kinda shit, but like if any of u wanna take inspo or kinda remake this and my other fics into something else just feel free. I honestly meant to keep the first fic as just that, but ppl wanted a part 2 so I made the part 2 and then ppl wanted a part 3 and I was just like ‘damn wth do i do now’ so yeah. Thanks for reading 😭❤️
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strawbubbysugar · 3 months
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Hello there my good author, please feel free to use this ask as a prop to ramble about the ideas you have for So(u)l (or bethroned if you have any you want to talk about) /nf
Also hope your break has been wonderful so far! :D
Oh hehe ty!! And it has been, thank you!! It’s been a really nice break from writing (lying, has been roleplaying with my partner and writing a lil)
They aren’t very organized, but here are a few scattered thoughts
- taking some inspo from classic fnaf, dca is replaced by an animatronic mascot who’s lorded as being the “ultimate in ai”, truly a marvel, talks like a person! Etc etc, bc he’s got most of a real human brain in there and some of a human body, but it’s being controlled by electronics and engineering work. On the outside seems to be entirely robotic, but if you delve too deep into the robotics underneath the hood you reach lungs being artificially pumped with pistons, things like that. Imagining a scene where he gets stabbed through the chest and thinks he’s fine, insists he’s fine, but blood begins to drip from his chest. They think it’s oil at first
- he doesn’t know he used to be, or that he has any human pieces in him at all. Until the big zap, and not only does he get his string, but the *real* mind inside of him wakes up. The human body that they’re using as scaffolding for his AI.
- he’s mad, terrified, and a little bit crazy after having his mind moulded to produce a happy go lucky ray of Sunshine mascot character.
- the most upsetting part is that the AI is still there after the zap. Still functional. But really, Truly *awake* now. Forced to share a mind. Forced to realize what an abomination he/their shared body is, the pain he causes just by existing .
- y/ngineer is an engineer like before, but is tasked with working on superficial things like the mascot’s outer stuff and the arms and legs, and monitoring the AI’s progress. Forbidden to delve any deeper because of “NDA” rules. Can’t shake the feeling that they can hear this robot breathe.
- reason behind the creation of this robot for this company is to start a new empire (a la Disney), with real mascots that walk around rather than people in suits. They’ve got an entire amusement park that’s being built, and other robots in similar situations to the main character, with human bodies inside used as conduits, brains used as fodder
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myaheartsmarkie · 2 years
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addicted — chapter one
“you’re mine—all mine. nobody fucking else’s, you hear me?”
word count: 12.7k
genre: eventual smut, long ass plot, slowburn!, college/university au!, friends w benefits!, crude/crack humor!, student athletes! jeno + yn, baseball captain! jeno, volleyball player! yn, possesive! jeno.
synopsis: he had completely convinced his self that you were no more than a quick fuck. someone he called at 3am when he was hard, a booty call…nothing more. all that went out the window when he sees you out with another man.
playlist: deja vu by twenty88 (literally my main inspo for this chapter,,,chef's kiss!!) trust issues by drake, let me love you by ariana grande (ft. lil wayne), too much by loco (ft. dean), that's why i love you by sir (ft. sabrina claudio), think by reddy (ft. jay park), let me explain by bryson tiller, no love by summer walker (ft. sza), beware by big sean (ft. jhene aiko), can't get over you by joji. ( y'all...some of these songs i gate keep from my irl friends,,,do cherish my babies > < )
warning(s): 18+ only please!! heavy dialogue, possible errors bcs im not revising this shit, so. much. sexual. tension. jaehyun, sungchan, kevin, and eric (tbz) supporting roles!!, jae tries to keep yn out of trouble, kev encourages her to do stupid shit, some alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, mild smut, public sex (jeno gives yn head in the locker room), mentions of alcohol, (lowk) toxic! jeno, slight size kink! (jeno is built af yall,,,whew!) ,,,lmk if i missed anything!
note from mya: hey guys,,,the wait is over!! she's here, slay <3 . if u didn't notice above, this is in fact a part one, a lot of people were on my ass about my other two one shots (mark + yuta fic) so i was like lemme split the next one up and give y'all a proper ending lolz. so this series isn't gonna be long at all — maybe like 2 or 3 chapters. like stated above !! minors !! do !! not !! interact !! please please please! if ur not a minor, thank you & enjoy. once again, everyone in the story is 21+ (idols are their real ages). heavy on this part, jeno is a bit toxic in this story, and it is not my intention to sexual this toxic behavior at all! as always, this is a work of fiction, i do not view him like this in real life. this is fake! likes, feedback, and reblogs are very very very much appreciated <3 . lmk if you guys wanna be added to my taglist here, enjoy !
© myaheartsmarkie 2022 — all rights reserved !
“but it’s so cute!!” you exclaimed.
jaehyun rolls his eyes, taking the cat from your arms. you pout but allow him to take the kitten away from your grasp. he places the small kitty back into the playpen as he shoots the older lady a small smile.
“you’re not gonna get him?” she asks, looking between the both of you.
jaehyun shakes his head no, grabbing your hand and dragging you away.
“you know we can’t keep a pet yn” jaehyun tells you and you sigh in response.
pulling your hand from his hold to fold them over your chest. you know he’s right, but it didn’t stop you from wanting one. you’re a student athlete, between homework, practice, games, and work you have no time to take care of a pet. with a huff, you reluctantly follow the taller boy into your shared apartment.
“i still wanted him though, he was so cute” you whine, throwing yourself face first onto the couch.
kevin eyed your position, looking at jaehyun for an answer.
“some lady is giving away her cat’s litter downstairs–she wants one” he informs his friend.
kevin nods in understanding, scooting closer to where you’re laid. he brings a hand up to your head, petting it lightly. you look up with an annoyed expression but it changes when you realize it’s kevin and not jaehyun. you flip over so your head lays on his lap, earning a small laugh from him. jaehyun is leaning against the wall, watching the both of you.
“jaehyun’s a traitor” you told kevin, pointing your index finger towards the brown haired boy.
jaehyun simply laughs, shrugging his shoulders.
“is he?” kevin asks, running a hand through your hair.
“mhm, we should kick him out” you suggest, crossing your arms.
jaehyun feigns shock, exaggeratedly gasping as he pushes himself off of the wall to go grab a drink from the fridge.
“if you kick me out, who’s gonna cook?” he snickers.
kevin covers his mouth as a snort escapes. you glare at him.
“fuck you, i don’t need you to cook for me” you huff angrily.
you know you’re lying, you can’t even make toast correctly. your pride was more important though!! plus, jae had already been right about the whole pet situation. he doesn’t need another ego boost.
“oh okay, so you can cook food all on your own now?” jae asks, taking a swig of his water.
you let your pride answer.
“yup, i don’t need you” you tell him, standing up to walk to your room.
jaehyun simply nods in response.
“don’t come begging me to make you something when you're hungry” he shouts just before you close your door.
you throw yourself onto your bed. way to go yn, you can’t admit your cooking is horrible now you’re gonna starve for life. you sigh into your pillows.
jaehyun and kevin are sat at the kitchen table when you wake up the next morning. kevin spots you first, sending a smile your way.
“how’d you sleep?” he asks, patting the seat next to his own.
you inch towards him but you’re looking at jaehyun. he’s being…weird. you sat down next to the taller boy, picking up his cup of orange juice. welcoming yourself to a few sips of his drink before you sit it back down.
“i slept well, what about you?” he nods, ruffling your already messy hair.
“do you work today?” he asks, taking a bite of the pancake on his plate.
you nod in response. peeking from around him to eye jaehyun. he has to know what you’re thinking right now. as if on cue he looks up at you, and you scowl. he laughs in response.
“you hungry?” he asks, tauntingly waving a piece of his food.
your scowl deepens at his actions. crossing your arms over your chest you turn away from him.
“come on, just say you need me and i’ll make you whatever you want” he tells you.
your interest is now piqued. you slowly turn back to the brown headed boy, eyeing him suspiciously.
“what’s the catch?” you ask, and he shakes his head.
“no catch, just say you need me” he answers, and you look up at kevin.
he shrugs his shoulders.
“fine, i need you” you mumble, looking down at your lap.
“sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you” jae says, standing from his seat.
you grumble.
“i said i need you,” you repeat yourself, a bit louder this time.
“good girl” he teases, pinching your cheek.
you push him away with an annoyed huff, he simply laughs.
“you want french toast?” he asks and you nod happily.
you watch excitedly as he cooks your breakfast, all the past annoyance leaving your system. you eye him intently as he whisks the eggs in the clear bowl and seasons it with cinnamon and vanilla extract. he dunks the piece of bread in the egg batter, coating both sides before he sits it in the frying pan. your head rests on the palms of your open hands, elbows atop the counter next to the stove. jaehyun looks over at you, poking your cheek. usually you’d do something about it but right now you’re too overjoyed to mind.
“cheesy ass grin” he says, laughing at your expression.
“what, french toast is good” you say, moving closer to watch him flip it over.
jaehyun doesn’t respond, he simply nudges you with his body.
“hey yn,” kevin calls, you turn around to face him.
“didn’t you used to fuck with jeno?” he asks, and you tilt your head in response.
“jeno? like, lee jeno?” you ask to make sure you heard correctly.
kevin nods in response, waving you over with his hand. you walk over to where he’s sat, sliding into the empty seat next to him. he turns the phone over to you and you look at the screen. you see jeno, he looks the same for the most part. he changed his hair color and you think he might be slightly bigger in the bicep area as well.
he’s sporting a sleeveless white shirt, a red cup in his left hand. your eyes trail to the other figure in the picture, it’s a girl. she’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. a familiar one at that..
your eyebrows crinkle as you look harder at the dress. where’ve you seen this dress before? your eyes move upwards towards the face of the girl jeno is holding and your eyes practically pop out of the sockets.
“i-is that jieun?!” you gape, looking at kevin for assurance.
“i think so..” he says slowly, locking the screen.
your mouth stays open as realization sinks in. you sit back in your chair. that dress was the one she borrowed from you last week. that’s why it looked so damn familiar.
“when was that posted?” you ask kevin.
“last weekend, his frat had a party,” he answers.
you nod curtly. you can’t believe this. she asked you for the dress and told you it was for a “special occasion”.
you assumed it was for a boy but you didn’t think it’d be to impress the boy you used to sleep with! you let out a groan, hands covering your face. you were exclusive friends with benefits with jeno for over half a year. half a year of you rambling to jieun about it over the phone. talking about everything, about how good this man was in bed, how attractive he was and even how you thought you were in too deep. she was the one you confided in and trusted with those secrets, and here she was hugging the man you were once ass over boobs for.
what. the. fuck.
“yn? you okay?” jaehyun asks, sitting your french toast in front of you.
yeah. you’re definitely ok. yup! absolutely fine!
no you’re not okay, what the fuck!
you just found out your now ex-best friend/emotional support partner was (possibly but you’re pretty sure) sleeping with lee jeno!! the man she knows you were in love with. and to put the cherry on top, you were the one who gave her that dress because (and you can quote!!) whoever she was trying to impress, wouldn’t be able to resist her in it.
you were about to rip your hair out. you stared blankly at the plate of food in front of you. all hunger dispersed due to the recent events. kevin rubs your back, looking at jaehyun for help. jae shrugs, pulling out a chair at the table.
“we have to let her deal with it–all we can do is be here for her.” he says wisely, looking at you.
you were recalling all the things you did with this girl. she was your best friend. or so you thought…but maybe there was more to it, right? there’s no way she would just stab you in the back, let alone over a boy...right? maybe, just maybe it was a friendly hug…?
oh who were you kidding, that was no friendly hug. something was going on between them and you were determined to find out what it was!
not right now though. right now all you wanted to do was go and cry by yourself in the bathtub. you shake your head and sit up straight, pushing all those thoughts away. you just hoped whatever was going on wasn’t what you thought it was deep down.
mental note: unfriend kevin moon.
you were currently sitting in the library with kevin. you both had exams coming up and you thought it’d be good to study together.
two brains are better than one after all, right?
problem being, neither of you were studying. i mean you were doing something, but it wasn’t in correlation with homework at all.
you were both hunched over kevin’s laptop, stalking lee jeno’s social platforms. maybe confiding in kevin wasn’t the brightest idea but you may or may not have been tipsy when you did so.
rambling on about how much you loathed seeing your best friend and ex fwb partner together and of course not leaving out how you were determined to find out what their relationship was. kevin was your ride or die, and he was always up for some tea or drama. so when you, his lovely little introvert that never seemed to be in any drama, was up for something completely out of character…he practically leaped at it.
that’s how you ended up in the situation you’re in now.
you were both dressed in all black, with a dad cap and sunglasses. you looked ridiculous.
“why the fuck are we dressed like this?” you whispered, nudging the taller boy.
kevin hissed, pinching your thigh in response. you frown, rubbing the spot on your leg.
“because, we’re on a mission dummy” he responded, peeking from behind the hand-held menu.
“we could’ve dressed normally, you’re acting like this is some action movie,” you grumble.
kevin ignores your smart remark. he was enjoying this, to him it felt like he was Liam Neeson in Taken. Scouring the city to find the bastard that kidnapped his daughter. In reality, they were (as he says) “closely following” jeno. yes, the two of you were in fact stalking the jock, but kevin says your reasons provide justice for your actions. this is why you need jaehyun. he was the responsible one. he kept the two of you out of trouble.
“how do you even know he’ll be here?” you ask the black haired boy.
“i have my ways,” he states, pushing his glasses down to wink at you.
you roll your eyes, head falling onto the table.
of course kevin was right. low and behold, in walks lee jeno. with a girl of course, what were you thinking? she’s clinging to his arm rather tightly, her skirt barely covering the back of her thighs. he looks good. his hair is blonde, and he’s clad in a gray pair of sweatpants and a black shirt. his muscles are quite evident in the short sleeve shirt.
“you’re gawking” kevin whispers, moving to turn your face.
you glare, attempting to pinch him but he slaps your hand away. he then kicks your ankle and you look at him with a shocked expression.
“12 o’clock, alert! alert!” he whispers, and your head whips forward.
you eye the pair stalking in your direction and you feel like you’re about to throw up. you look at the girl, a small feeling of content settling in your stomach when you realize it isn’t jieun. maybe they didn’t have a thing like you’d hoped.
“what the fuck do we do?!” you ask kevin, covering your mouth so jeno couldn’t read your lips.
“just be normal, don’t panic” he replies, sliding the glasses off his face.
he smiles at the blonde headed boy, extending his hand to dap the boy up. jeno returns the smile, slightly shaking the girl off his arm to pat kevin’s back. you don’t miss her faltering expression as she brings her arms to fold over her chest.
“fancy seeing you here” kevin jokes, and you chuckle under your breath.
you run a hand through your hair, curling a piece behind your ear before you pick up your phone. you had nothing to say to this man, so tuning out the conversation seemed best. you aimlessly scroll through social media as you wait for kevin to finish talking. your cheek is squished by your open palm, elbow resting on the brown table. your eyes drift towards the face that’s now behind your phone.
sigh.
“jeno.” you say, voice monotone.
“princess.” he replies, a small smile crawling up his face.
you roll your eyes at the pet name, sitting up straight. you sit your phone down face first.
“how’ve you been?” he asks, inviting himself to sit down in front of you.
you shrug in response, nodding your head in his direction. silently asking ‘what about you?’. your hand moves to clutch the back of kevin’s shirt, tugging him down to sit next to you. the girl slowly takes the seat next to jeno, scooting the chair closer in his direction.
“same old, parties, sex, paractice–missing you” he shrugs, sitting back in his chair.
the way he’s looking at you, he more than likely didn’t miss the shock that crossed your features shortly. you clear your throat, looking over at kevin briefly. you want to leave so fucking bad, but you hold your composure.
“you’re a dick” you scoff, looking at the girl sitting next to him.
she’s obviously embarrassed and wants to leave. she’s not looking up, her eyes set on the floor. you feel bad for her.
“he’s not worth it, find someone better” you tell the girl, standing up.
kevin follows suite, standing up with you. jeno clicks his tongue, looking at you in amusement. he stands up, stuffing his hands in his pockets. you step back when he steps forward, but his legs are longer than yours. he bends down, now hovering over your ear. you can feel his breath, and it’s making your face hot.
“you know it doesn’t get any better than me, princess” he tells you, and you shiver at the pet name.
he pulls away from your ear, now face to face with you. his only mere centimeters away from you. you look over his features. he’s still so fucking handsome. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him.
your mouth is slightly agape, and you can’t seem to find any words. all you know is you can’t kiss him. so you grab kevin’s hand and you make your way out of the eatery. kevin is stumbling after you, quietly cursing under his breath about creasing his shoes.
“we’re outside now yn, you can stop dragging me” he states and you let him go, sending a sheepish smile his way.
“so…that little moment?” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time today. punching his arm, satisfied when he yelps in pain. you laugh, tossing the keys to him.
“don’t tell jae,” you point a finger at him, looking at him seriously.
he raises his hands, shaking his head.
“cross my heart and hope to die” he says, doing the gestures that go with it.
you chuckle, hopping into the passenger seat.
ever since you ran into jeno that day, you’ve literally seen him everywhere.
in class, in the hallways, cafeteria, even at practice!
you just can't seem to get away from him. currently you’re enjoying the comfortable silence in the cafe. you closed your eyes, resting your head on the back of the booth.
“come here often?” he jokes, sliding into the unoccupied seat next to you.
you open your eyes, looking at the owner of the voice with an annoyed expression. he raises his hands, silently apologizing. you just sigh, closing your eyes once more. you were too tired to argue with him right now.
“go away, jeno” you simply state.
you don’t see him but he feigns hurt, clutching his heart dramatically.
“you don’t want me here?” he asks, grabbing your smoothie off the table.
he brings the straw to his lips, sipping on the pink slushy substance.
“no, i don’t” you reply, opening your eyes to look at the man.
your eyebrows furrow when you realize he’s gulping down your drink. you snatch the drink away from him, sitting it back on the table.
“so hostile..” he tells you, grinning.
you roll your eyes, sitting up. you know now that he’s bothering you, he’s not going to let you relax.
“what do you want?” you ask.
“just wanted to talk,” he says, getting comfortable.
you nod, turning your body towards him. the least you could do was converse with the man. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to ask about him and jieun.
“anything in particular?” you ask, resting your head against your hand.
“why’d you ghost me?” he questioned, seriousness evident in his tone.
you weren't surprised. you didn’t have a true answer for him though. you knew why you ghosted him of course, but you couldn’t tell him that…you’d do anything other than admit you fell in love with your sneaky link.
“i don’t know actually…” you lied, looking down at your drink.
“i guess i just got…bored?” you continued, lying right through your teeth.
you miss the shock that crosses his features at your words. bored? of lee jeno? oh you were such a fucking liar. you didn’t care though. you’re okay with hurting his ego instead of admitting you fell in love. when you look back up at him he’s looking at you with a serious expression.
“you got bored of me?” he asked, tilting his head a bit.
you don’t respond, you just slightly nod eyes falling to your lap. jeno laughs lightly, a hand raking through his hair as he sits back. he looks up at the ceiling, his free hand blindly trying to find yours. when he does, he laces his fingers with yours.
“tell me the truth, yn” he tells you, turning his head to face you.
you stare at the blonde boy blankly. you didn’t know what to say.
“i’ve known you since our first year, i know when you’re lying” he states.
you shift in your seat, the wooden chair suddenly becoming uncomfortable. you quickly glance over at jeno, he's already looking at you. you sigh, eyeing your drink. you watch as the collected condensation on the outside of the cup drips down onto the table.
"i admit that i was lying, but i'm not telling you why" you grunt, stubbornness evident.
jeno just rolls his eyes at you, used to your stubborn behavior.
"we were friends for 3 years, and you just up and ghosted me...i deserve some kind sort of closure, don't i?" he asks you, his hand slipping out of yours.
he folds his arms over his chest, his biceps slightly flexing. you slightly pout, feeling bad. you know he's right.
"i wanna know something too, so if i tell you the truth i want the same from you, deal?" you pitch, and he agrees.
jeno sits up, attention all on you. with a soft sigh you cross your legs, looking straight at him.
"don't make fun of me either" you warn the blonde boy and he nods.
"i was starting to develop feelings for you, that's why i blocked you" you say, rather quickly.
you didn't wanna look at him, too scared to see his expression. you can feel his eyes on you, they were practically burning holes into you. the air was suddenly thick, it felt as if you could reach out and grab at the oxygen.
"so it's not because you got bored of my dick?" he asked, leaning down to be face to face with you.
your cheeks are on fire, they felt as if they were melting. jeno stares at you, waiting for a response. you can't form any words though, so you just slightly shake your head no.
"so shy.." he whispers, tilting your head up with his index finger.
his lips were so close to yours, and his fingers were soft against your face.
"s-shut the hell up" you mumble, pushing his hand away.
you rake a hand through your hair, attempting to bring yourself back to reality. jieun, you had to ask about jieun.
get over yourself yn.
"jieun, what's up with you and her?" you ask, looking back at jeno.
jeno ponders on your question for a little.
jieun?
"who is that?" he asks, and astonished is an understatement.
"kim jieun? the girl you posted last week? my best friend?" you attempt to remind the man of the girl.
jeno just looks as if you're speaking french. you roll your eyes, grabbing your phone and pulling up the picture. you snort when you realize he's still blocked. jeno peeks over your shoulder, curious as to what you're doing. you look at him sheepishly, and he cocks an eyebrow at your expression.
"you're still blocked.." you say in between awkward laughs.
jeno rolls his eyes. you reach for his phone instead, turning the device towards his face to unlock it. he watches as you open instagram and tap his most recent post. you look up at him expectantly as he glances over the picture.
"i don't remember her" he tells you and you look at him confused.
"you literally posted this," you tell him and jeno shrugs.
"i remember her face, but that's about it...never asked her name" disgust boils in your stomach at his words.
"so you just...fucked her without knowing anything about her?" you say and jeno shrugs again.
"when you say it like that it makes me sound like a dick" he grimaces, his face contorting to a bit of a disgusted expression.
"it's not like that, i just—i dunno..she probably mentioned her name, just don't remember" he says blankly, as if it were normal.
well for him it was normal, not for you. jeno's mind was drifting towards that night though, there was something that happened he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"well, her name is jieun and she's my best friend" you huff, tossing his phone onto his lap.
jeno slightly pouts at your words. he didn't know that, how the fuck was he supposed to know that?!
best friend?
something clicked in him. memories of that night with her flooding into his head. he remembered seeing her from afar, the red dress she wore was familiar. really familiar.
like, you bent over in the backseat of his car in that red dress type of familiar. he remembered that dress, how could he forget it.
"i remember now, i didn't fuck her" your ears perked up at that.
"i-i was going to, but it was because i thought she was...you" you were confused but intrigued.
your face contorts to surprise at his words. why would he think it was you?
“what do you mean?” he asks, looking at you for an answer.
“the dress, it’s yours right?” he asks, and you nod.
“i let her borrow it that night..” you tell him, fiddling with your fingers.
jeno looks at you, taking in your appearance. he hasn’t seen you in your practice gear in a while, it was still one of his favorites. nothing is better than you dressed in his clothes in his opinion. your volleyball jersey and spandex shorts.
“i miss you,” he says, voice as light as a feather.
he cups your cheek and before you know it his lips are on yours. you gasp. you feel his arms snake around your waist, squeezing lightly. you wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back. you haven’t felt him against you in so long.
you grip the hair on the back of his neck as your tongues dance together, sighing when you feel his fingers slip under your jersey. his rings felt good against your hot skin. he dips down to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck.
“j-jeno” you stutter, squeezing his shoulders.
he pulls back to look at your flustered expression.
“bored of me my ass, look at you” he teases, brushing some of your hair away.
“yeah yeah, whatever” you roll your eyes again.
jeno snickers as he goes back to work on your neck. he sucks on your sensitive spots, only moving on to the next spot when he’s satisfied with the color. he stops when he notices the necklace you’re wearing. he furrowed his eyebrows, curling his finger around the piece of gold to pull it out. he audibly gasps when he realizes what necklace it is. the gold pendant staring right back at him, his initial dangling at the bottom. he runs his fingers over it, trailing over the gold letter.
you look at jeno, curious as to why he stopped. your eyes go wide when you realize what he’s looking at. you grab the chain from him, tucking it back into your jersey. you sit up straight, untangling yourself from him.
jeno slyly smiles, scooting closer to you. he slips his hand over the back of your chair, leaning into your side.
“you still wear it?” he chuckles, fingers toying with the fabric of your jersey.
you whine, kicking him from under the table. jeno winces in pain, gripping your leg to halt your movements.
“i just couldn’t bring myself to take it off, shut up,” you say blankly.
“i’m glad” he smiles, pinching your cheek.
you roll your eyes, standing to your feet. jeno does the same, grabbing your long forgotten smoothie and sipping on it. he holds a hand out for you as you grab your phone off the table. you look at his hand and back at him. with a shake of your head you push his hand away, slipping past him.
“just lemme walk you home, god, you’re so hard headed” he grunts, catching up to you.
“i’m fine, Jeno,” you sigh, reaching for the door.
jeno lightly smacks your hand away, pushing the door open for you. he slings an arm over your shoulder, both of you walking in the direction of your apartment. you gave up on shooing him away, he obviously wasn’t taking no for an answer.
you can’t get rid of him, and deep down inside…apart of you is content with that.
today was horrible.
you were running late so you didn’t eat before you clocked in, and of fucking course you left your lunch. all the customers were giving you a hard time, and two of your co-workers called off last minute so you’re stuck covering for them. you were so fucking close to putting your two weeks in. you’ve been looking for a new job, but you didn’t mind not having to come to this shitty ass job while you looked.
you rolled your eyes as you thought of what jaehyun would say when he finds out you quit. mumbling small profanities under your breath as you wiped the table rather aggressively.
“no yn, you should’ve stayed. what would your mom say if she found out you quit?!” you said in a deep joking voice, attempting to copy jaehyun’s.
you stood upright once you were done taking your anger out on the poor table. you turned around to go to the kitchen, but was instead faced with a figure. your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the person standing not even a foot away from you. you didn’t know him. you glance over his figure, his outfit was laid back..comfortable. he had a bit of black stuff smudged on his light wash jeans.. your eyes trail up to his worn out white tee. the shirt was ragged–obviously old. he clutched a notebook in his left hand, his other was occupied – stuffed in his jeans pocket. his eyes were a pretty brown, eye bags underneath them.
he looked at you with a crooked grin, as if he was holding back a laugh. you thought it was a bit weird, but you assumed he was laughing at your overworked appearance. your hands flew to your hair, tightening your ponytail and brushing a few stray hairs away. you were suddenly too embarrassed to look up at the cute boy in front of you. looking down at your dirty converse as you try to avoid his gaze.
“a bad day today?” he spoke, referring to your mumbling a few seconds ago.
“uhm, yeah kind of..but did you want to buy something?” you mutter.
“well i’m sorry today was hard, and yes i would—thank you” he beams.
“okay, excuse me” you mumble, hands nervously gripping your black apron.
you heard the man mumble a small ‘sorry’ as he let you pass. you nod your head, quickly taking your place behind the counter. you finally look up properly at the boy and your throat goes dry.
this man was fucking beautiful.
the angle you saw him at just mere seconds ago couldn’t hold a candle to how he looks right now. the evening sun shone through the picture windows of the small cafe, and it illuminated his features. you were getting weak in the knees. he stalked towards the counter, a small smile adorning his face.
“what can i get for you?” you ask, silently celebrating because you didn’t stutter.
“a grande latte, please” he said politely, and you nod.
you punch his order in, grabbing the 10$ bill from him. you exchange it for the change you owe him and hand it back to him, your fingertips just barely brushing his open palm as you sit it in his hand.
“your order will be ready shortly, just give me a second” you smile sweetly at the brown headed man.
he nods his head, taking a seat at the back of the empty cafe. you turn around to start making his drink. once you're finished you bring it to him, sitting on his table with a tight lipped smile. you eye the notebook he’s writing in, so many words. you’re sure every page looks like this one. filled to the brim with what you suspect is his feelings, thoughts, and prophecies.
you stare in awe as he jots down whatever he’s thinking, but it dawns on you that you might be invading his personal space. you shake your head with a sigh, turning away from the table.
you tend to the other empty tables. picking up dirty plates and cups, mugs filled with wasted coffee. wiping down the table, as you hum along to the tune playing in your earphones. you only wore one just in case (you hoped) he called out to you.
“excuse me” your ears perk up at the two words.
your head whipped around, eyeing the brown headed boy sitting in the back. his hand is up, waving you over slightly. you smile to yourself, drying your hands before making your way to his table.
“need something?” you ask, hands neatly folded in front of you.
he smiles, pointing at the seat in front of him. you eye the seat, pointing at the chair. he nods.
“i figured since it’s empty, you could use some kind of company,” he states, spinning his pencil.
you nod, giving him a grateful smile.
“i appreciate it” you tuck some of your hair behind your ear.
“my names eric, by the way” he extends a hand to you.
“i’m yn, nice to meet you” you shake his hand with a small smile.
“what a pretty name..” he says rather low, obviously a thought that slipped out.
you blush, fidiling with the rings on your fingers.
“uhm, what are you writing…if you don’t mind sharing” you eye his open notebook.
eric looks down at the open notebook as well, pushing it your way. he nods his head towards you, silently giving you permission to invade his privacy. you nod curtly, picking up the black book. there’s so many pages. filled to the max with so many things. on some pages there’s pictures taped in them, small stanzas next to them describing the moments captured.
one picture catches your eye. it’s a picture of him and what you assume are his friends. they’re sitting on the back of a truck. the four boys arms around each other's shoulders, cheesing for the picture. there’s a black haired boy, a red head, eric, and a very very familiar blonde haired boy.
lee jeno.
you decide to not speak on knowing him. you slide the notebook back to eric. he shuts it, stuffing it into his bookbag.
“how long have you been working here?” he asks you.
“too damn long” you sigh, he laughs at your words.
“you make a mean latte, so at least that’s something” he pipes, taking a swig of the drink.
you laugh. he was funny, and it made you feel at ease. all the stress from today seemed to be leaving your body. a simple conversation with a man you’ve never met before, who would’ve thought.
you flick your wrist as you check the time. It read 12:48am.
you were home now, eric dropping you off. you told him it was only a 10 minute walk but of course he wasn’t going to let you walk home all alone. he had a nice car as well, an all black Mazda Rx-7. the black smudge on his jeans was from him wiping his hands on his pants. he said his car was his pride and joy, telling you that leading to him inviting you to come to the car meet next Friday. you agreed of course, wanting to see him again. you didn’t know much about cars but you knew what looked good and what didn’t. you wouldn’t mind seeing some souped up JDMs and SRTs in action though.
you made your way up the stairs, heading towards the front door of your apartment. kevin and jae should be home by now. well, jaehyun will be but kevin is probably out partying somewhere. it’s been about three hours since you clocked out. about ten minutes since you left eric’s presence. the brown headed boy insisted on keeping you company till you clocked out. even though you told him it was fine, he still stayed. you didn’t really want him to leave so you were glad he stayed. after you clocked out you walked around for a while with him. chatting about anything and everything. UFOs and aliens, to Disney princesses and Marvel storylines. you knew the two of you were destined to meet when you both agreed that the Prisoner of Azkaban is in fact the best Harry Potter film. The both of you talked for hours, lost in conversation as you both learned more and more about each other.
you push your key into the door, but before you could even turn the key the door flew open.
“YN!” you look up, eyes wide with shock.
“who the fuck took you home?” jaehyun asks, tugging you inside,
he shuts the door behind you, guiding you to sit down on the couch.
“eric took me home” you answer his question.
“oh? who’s that, new boyfriend?” kevin teases, smirking at you from across the room.
you glare at him, picking up a pillow from the couch to chuck at him. before you could jae takes it from you, hitting you with it instead.
“hey!” you yelp, holding the back of your head.
“what did i tell you about strangers?” jaehyhun sighs, putting the pillow down.
“i’m 21 jae, stop being such a dad” you huff, punching his leg.
“i swear you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.
jae walks in the direction of his bedroom, shaking his head. once you hear his door shut you and kevin practically leap out of your seats. the two of you run straight for kevin’s room, plopping down onto his bed.
“tell me every fucking deatail! did you guys fuck? oh my god, did you suck his di–” kevin rambles, too loud for your liking.
“shhhh, oh my god” you slap a hand over his mouth.
“sorry, sorry i’m excited,” he whispers.
you roll your eyes, proceeding to get comfortable on his bed before you fill him in on today’s happenings.
you skipped down the hallway, clutching your book bag. today was Friday, aka the day you saw eric show off his car. eversince the two of you met, he’s been dropping you off and picking you up from school. the two of you going on dates after he picks you up.
you really really liked him, and it wasn’t just you that noticed. kevin is still the only person you’ve told, yes, but it doesn’t mean that he’s the only one that noticed. the extra pep in your step, recent effort in your outfits, and the obvious happy aura that now surrounds you. you admit you are in fact falling more and more for the man, but you didn’t think it was dead obvious.
yeah, thoughts come from not knowing.
you push open the front door, making your way down the steps. eric is leaning against his car, smiling prettily at you as you wave at him excitedly. a small ding makes a noise in your pocket and you pull it out, slowing down a bit to read the text message properly.
stupid jeno: wya??
you roll your eyes at the text message, continuing your way towards eric. you internally groan when you hear the familiar ding again.
stupid jeno: can we talk, it’s important.
you: 10 minutes only, wya?
stupid jeno: im in the bsb locker room, hurry up
eric looks at your expression as you glance over your phone screen. he bends down to get your attention.
“you good” he asks, waving a hand in front of your face.
“yeah, can you just give me like 5 minutes–i need to handle something” you slightly pout at the man.
eric nods, opening his hand for your bag. you sling it off your shoulder and hand it to him.
“i’ll be right here, princess” your tummy erupts into butterflies at the pet name.
you nod, smiling at him before you turn to go meet jeno.
you step out of the elevator, you haven't been to the baseball side in a long time. after you ghosted jeno there was no reason for you to come to this side of the athletic wing. occasionally you swing by the basketball court to watch some of jaehyun’s games when you can, but other than that you don't go past the volleyball side. yours and jaehyun’s game schedules conflicted, so the both of you have never really seen each other play outside of highlights that were recorded or practices.
you used to attend every single one of jeno’s games though, never missed one. rain or shine, day or night, long or short. you were there when he won, to celebrate and go drinking with him and some of his teammates. you were there when he lost, snuggled together on the couch watching a movie with ice cream. sometimes you would drop him off some lunch after practice, knowing how hungry a practice game could make you. after you ghosted him, he lost all of that though, and it hit home for him. no pun intended, but you didn’t know that…you thought he was just fine.
you turned the corner, already knowing where to go. you blush as you pass by the bathroom, remembering the numerous quickies you and jeno had in there. you walk towards the double doors, pushing one side open with your foot. you walk through the locker room, a few of his teammates that didn’t know you gave you weird looks, probably wondering why you were here.
“whew, look who it is” you turn your head towards the owner of the voice.
yuta nakamoto.
He was leaning on his locker, arms folded over his chest. before you could even open your mouth to say something an arm was slinged across your shoulders.
“if it isn’t my favorite girl,” you look up at the brown headed boy.
sungchan smiles at you, ruffling your hair.
“oh my god, when the hell did you get so…big?!” you exclaim, eyeing his arms and especially his height.
“oh fuck off, don’t boost his confidence anymore” haechan groans, walking up from behind yuta.
haechan throws a wink your way and you roll your eyes. none of these boys changed. well, personality wise at least…sungchan was another case. you missed them though, all of them.
“hey, you got yourself a new one?” sungchan whispers, nudging your side.
you smile automatically thinking of eric and all the boys erupt into loud cheers and ‘oohs’.
“who is it? do we know him?” haechan asks, leaning closer so he could hear you better.
you shake your head, acting as if you were zipping your mouth closed with your fingers.
“where is he?” you ask, and the boys all groan in unison.
yuta nods his head in the direction of the room jeno’s in.
“you just got here though,” sungchan says, leaning his body weight on you.
you slightly stumble, bringing an arm to his waist so you can steady yourself.
“oh, we’re having a party tonight! come to it, we miss you dude” yuta says, looking at the other boys for approval.
the others nod their heads, obviously agreeing with his statement.
“and bring your little boyfriend,” haechan teases, wiggling his fingers in your direction.
“okay, okay I will” you laugh, as you attempt to push away from the reluctant boy clinging onto you.
sungchan sighs, letting you go. he ruffles your hair again, before he bends down to say something in your ear.
“good luck sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear before brushing past you.
he walks backwards towards the exit, waving bye to you. you wave back and he turns around, pushing the exit door open with his shoulder. you watch as the boys walk together, talking to each other about whatever. you missed them, a lot…they became like brother’s to you.
you sigh as you turn to face the door yuta motioned at, slowly walking to it. pushing it open you peek inside, it’s pretty empty. the only things inside were a black backpack, a desk, and lee jeno. he’s stood above the desk, his fingers gripping the desk under him tightly. you eye the discoloration in his knuckles, your eyebrows furrowing in a mix of confusion and concern.
what’s got him so worked up?
“jeno?” you call out to him but he doesn’t respond.
you sigh, stepping into the room and closing the door behind yourself. you walk towards him, hand brushing against the small of his back. he cocks his head to look at you and you damn near fainted at his expression. his glare was ice cold, you remove your hand from his back.
“i fucking hate you” he says through gritted teeth.
“w-what? why, what did i do?” you look at him with wide eyes.
jeno stands up straight, towering over your figure now. you back up automatically, your back against the wall now. jeno is quick to close the space between the two of you. his hands slammed against the wall, one arm on each side of your head. your breath gets stuck in your throat as deja vu rushes over you due to the position. he fucked you in almost every position possible, but this one was one of his favorites so tons of your sexual escapades put you in this position. his hands gripping your hips as he pushed you against the wall, drilling into you as you held onto his shoulders.
“j-jeno” you call out, your voice barely above a whisper.
“what the fuck is wrong with you, huh?” he asked you, rage evident in his tone.
“nothing, what are you even talking about?” you ask, feigning confusion as to why he was so mad.
you weren’t sure if he was angry about eric, more so you didn’t know if he even knew about him. you were sure one of the boys (*cough* haechan *cough*) opened their big ass mouths and told him about it. then again, they were more than likely friends on social media, the picture you saw in his notebook making its way to the forefront of your mind. they were friends, you forgot about that.
“who is he? i swear, i’ll fucking kill him” he was so serious, staring at you intently.
“oh shut up, you won’t do shit,” you spat, looking at him with hooded eyes.
well, that did it.
his fingers wrapped around your throat, cutting off your breathing for a quick second. you gasp, hands going to grip his arm. you look up at him with a dazed look, you missed this and you couldn’t even deny it. jeno smirked down at you, enjoying the sight of you turning to putty in his hands. he barely even touched you yet, all he did was choke you.
“don’t test me, princess” he taunted, tongue wetting his lips.
“or what?” you replied, knowing all the right buttons to press.
his grip around your neck tightened, as he crashed his lips onto yours. he kissed you hungrily, wasting no time at all. he knew what he wanted and he was gonna get it. you kissed him back automatically, opening your mouth for him when he tapped your cheek. he craned your head back so he could kiss you easier, sucking on your tongue with his fingers still wrapped around your neck. you moan into his mouth at his actions, hands flying to wrap around his neck.
he pulls away from you, a string of saliva following. his forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged. his face was only centimeters away from yours, you felt every breath he let out and you were light in the head.
“you miss me, admit it” jeno sneers, not waiting for a response from you.
it was a statement. he knew you missed him, he knew you needed him and he knew you’d never get rid of him.
he gripped your chin, jerking it up so he could see your neck clearly. his other hand came down to trace over the marks on your neck. you watch his expression closely, wanting to see his reaction to your decorated neck.
“fucking disgusting” he spoke with so much hostility, obviously disapproving of the hickeys.
“he’s waiting for me, jeno” you choke out,
“who? the guy you’re trying to replace me with?” he asks, smiling down at you.
“he’s not me, and you fucking know it” he whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away.
his hands trail down your body, now gripping your hips. he looks over your body, loving the way nothing has changed since the last time he held you like this. you look down at the blonde boy with admiration and excitement. nervous about what he was gonna do next. you watched as his fingers danced around your waistband, toying with it. he looks up at you, and you nod.
“i-im good, you’re good,” you tell him, giving him the green light.
he smirks, his hands pushing up your skirt to bunch up at your waist. his hands grip the skin of your thighs roughly, pushing them apart so he could have access to your heat.
“so wet for me..” he whispers, eyeing your soaked core.
you whine as he runs a finger across your clothed heat. he looks up at you excitedly, loving how you reacted to every little touch. he swiftly pushes the cloth to the side, pushing two fingers into you. you mewl, looking down at him with wide eyes. he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, watching how your hole swallows up his fingers so easily. meanwhile, you were trying to keep your balance. you were sure to fall soon if he didn’t change positions soon, you in fact did not have megan knees.
“jeno, im gonna fall” before you could even finish your sentence, his unoccupied hand was gripping your hip.
he pushed your body against the wall, easily holding you in place with only one arm. you whine at the harsh grip on your hip, you were sure that spot was gonna bruise. he fingers didn’t stop moving once, still pumping in and out you. you gasp when his thumb comes in contact with your clit, rubbing circles. you look down at him through your eyelashes, loving how he looked.
all sweaty from practice and his current activities. his hair was messy, some strands sticking to his forehead. his jersey hung loosely on his body, the same number 5 on the back. you bit your lips when he curled his fingers in you, moaning out in pleasure. he still knew all your spots, you loved not having to walk him through what you liked and didn’t like. he took pride in knowing all your special spots and where to touch to get a reaction out of you.
“move to the desk” he told you, but as soon as he let your hip go you were being lifted.
he sat you on top of the desk, pushing your chest with his hand to make you lay down. before you allow him to push you down you tug on the hem of his jersey.
“take it off” you say with a small pout and jeno laughs.
raising one hand he brings it to the back of his collar, tugging the material over the top of his head in one swift motion. you look over his toned body, practically drooling at the sight in front of you. jeno looks at you his head tilted. your eyes move from his v-line to his abs, and his broad shoulders. you bit your lip as you remembered the marks you used to leave all over him. scratches, so many of them…hickeys, bite marks, you name it. jeno walks closer to you, hand going to grab the back of your neck. he kisses you, not as rough as earlier but he was still dominating the kiss. you pull away from him a few minutes later, out of breath.
“i want you,” you say in between breaths.
that’s all he needed to hear. with one hand he pushes your chest, making you law down on your back. he gets back down on his knees, propping your legs onto his shoulders. he loops a finger around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off of you. he licks his lips at the sight. he looks up at you, you were already looking down at him. propped up on your elbows as you watch him intently.
he leaves a trail of kisses from your ankle to your upper thigh. sucking and biting wherever he pleased. he left a few marks in between your thighs. a place he felt only he should touch.
“you guys fuck yet?” he asked, still marking you up.
you shake your head no in response, not trusting your voice right now.
“good, ‘cause you’re mine—all mine,” he said in between kisses.
he sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your thigh, loving the way you moan out for him. hovering over where you wanted him most he breathed over you, eyeing the slight shake in your thighs. he lays his tongue flat against you, lightly penetrating your entrance with the tip of his tongue. he smiles when he hears you moan. wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucks harshly at your ball of nerves. he holds contact with you the whole time, you look back at him with a glazed expression.
he shifts a bit, repositioning himself so he could eat you out better. his arms were tucked under the back of your knees, hands gripping your inner thighs. he spread your legs wider for him and in a millisecond his mouth was attached to your heat.
he ate you like a starved man, which in a way he was. you guys hadn’t had any contact in like three months. he’d been craving you, same as you for him but your guys’ pride stood in the way of your happiness.
“mm—fuck, jeno” you call out to him, fingers gripping his locks.
“hm?” he murmurs against you, sending vibrations through your body.
“you make me feel so g-good” you mewl, gripping his hair harder.
this urged him to do better. his thumb found your clit, rubbing circles atop the sensitive spot. you threw your head back, his name falling from your mouth. jeno grunts, loving how his name sounded coming from your mouth. he rubbed your clit faster, lapping at your slick folds. you were dripping for him and he fucking loved it. nothing but his hands and his mouth, he was convinced nobody could do you better than him.
“fuck! g-gonna cu–” your sentence was cut short when you heard a phone ring.
jeno’s movement came to a halt, disconnecting his mouth from your heat. the both of you looked for the ringing phone, it was yours. jeno handed it to you.
eric.
your eyes went wide, how long had you been up here? was he still here? was he looking for you?
“hello?” you spoke into the phone.
“where are you? are you ok?” your heart clenched in your chest at his worried tone.
“n-no i’m fine, i just got caught up with something…” you replied, locking eyes with jeno.
jeno rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. he averted his eyes, not wanting to look at you.
“b–-but you’re ok, right? you don’t need help?” he asked, and you nod your head with a small smile.
“no no, i’m ok...i’ll be down in a bit” you hear him let out a relieved sigh.
“ok princess..come quick, i miss you” you smile, hanging up the phone.
jeno was staring at you through the whole exchange. he walked up to you, closing the space in between the two of you. guiding your arms to wrap around his neck. you look up at him, confusion written on your face.
“i’m still yours yn, just come back to me” he whispers to you, caressing your cheek.
you look up at him, he was being so sincere and it made you sick. if he would’ve said this like four months ago you would’ve accepted him and his offer. now though? it was different…you weren’t head over heel for him anymore. you had eric. you liked eric, and you wanted to try with him. it wasn’t fair that when you offered your feelings to him he declined and now he’s doing the same but he wants a different outcome. that’s unfair, and you didn’t like it.
you can’t deny that you still had lingering feelings for jeno. the situation you were just in with the boy said enough, you really didn’t have to say much more. but eric wasn’t the same as jeno…he made you feel different. he was a breath of fresh air from jeno, he didn’t know you like the back of your hand like jeno did. he didn’t know how you felt by once glance, he didn’t know your favorite food or color and you were content with that. you spent so much time being in love with jeno that you forgot how it felt to learn a new person and vice versa.
eric was handsome, super sweet and he made butterflies erupt inside you in a way jeno never did. perhaps it’s because you’re in the so-called ‘honeymoon phase’ but you don't care. you wanted eric and you weren’t going to double back on it either.
you look up at the blonde boy with a solemn expression, a rush of emotions flowing through you. you shake your head, retracting your arms from him. jeno’s face shows his emotions, shocked at your disapproval. he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t know what to say.
“i can’t, i have someone now…and i wanna try with him,” you say, finding his eyes again.
jeno scoffs, looking down at you mockingly.
“try with him? for what yn? you have me,” he tells you, holding your face in both of his hands.
“jeno, i’m trying to be civil right now and you’re making it difficult,” you say, pulling away from his touch.
you push away the man by his chest, standing up in the process. jeno laughs lightly as he watches you.
“i am sorry though…about this” you say, referring to the moment the two of you just shared.
“it won’t happen again,” you tell him, not once sparing him a glance.
you put your underwear back on, tugging your skirt back down. you overlook your appearance in the mirror, fixing your hair and smoothing out any wrinkles in your clothes. jeno is silent as he watches you, still shirtless. you lock eyes with him in the mirror, tilting your head as you both stare at each other. jeno’s expression is unreadable, you have never seen him look like this before. you sigh, turning around to face him. a small hope ignites in him but is diminished as soon as you open your mouth.
“friends?” you say, holding your hand out to him.
jeno scoffs, looking at you with a shocked expression. he turns away from you, picking up his shirt from the floor. he tugs it over his body, still not facing you. you let out yet another sigh, running a hand down his back smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt.
“friends? are you deadass right now, yn?” you hear him mumble and you roll your eyes.
“it's not mandatory jeno, i was just trying to be cordial” you roll your eyes, starting towards the door.
your hand reaches out for the handle but jeno grabs your wrist. spinning you around and pinning you against the door. you look up at him with wide eyes.
“don’t play with me, you know we’re not friends yn” he speaks through gritted teeth.
you roll your eyes, trying to tug your wrists away from his grip.
“we were friends before we even started fucking jeno” you say matter of factly.
he rolls his eyes and you look up at him with an unwavering glare.
“i can make you cum in less than 2 minutes and you think we’re fucking friends?” he scoffs, letting your wrists go.
you don’t respond, you just rub your wrist.
“you’ll come back to me, don’t worry” he states, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
“shut the hell up” you groan, opening the door.
“he won’t fuck you like i do, just watch” he shouts as you close the door.
you practically sprinted for the elevator. once you were inside you let out a groan, sliding down and covering your face with your hands.
“woah!” you exclaim looking up at eric.
he just laughs, tugging you closer to him. he rubs your arm, attempting to warm you up. you were wearing one of his sweaters, too big for you of course.
“glad you came?” he asked and you nod your head.
he smiled at you, kissing the top of your head. you guys watched as the person driving the charger stepped on his gas, flaunting his V8 engine. you watched in admiration, loving how all these cars here looked. your favorite was this similar duplicate of Suki’s car from Tokyo Drift. you absolutely lost your mind when the girl showed you the pink flames that erupted from the exhaust pipes just like in the movie.
“it’s almost my turn,” eric told you and you wrapped your arms around his waist.
“i’m so excited,” you tell him, squeezing his waist just a little.
“i’ll spin this baby out a few times, then we’ll hit up the party, ok?” you nod up at the blonde boy.
“that was so fucking cool!!” you tell him, running into his open arms.
“i’m glad you liked it baby,” he smiled down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
little sounds left your mouth as you (attempted to) mimic what he did in his car just mere minutes ago. waving your hands around and pretending as if you were behind the wheel of his Rx-7. Eric looked at you with nothing but fondness and adoration in his eyes. it’s been about a week and a half since he met you and his feelings were becoming more and more evident to him everyday. he walked up to you, wrapping you in his arms, holding you close to him.
“eric?” you squeak, peeking up at him through your eyelashes.
“stay with me, don’t leave me,” he whispered into your hair.
you look at the blonde headed boy, grabbing his face in your hands.
“why would i leave you?” you ask him, and he shrugs.
“just don’t, pinky swear” he tells you, holding up his pinky.
you laugh, intertwining your finger with his. eric smiles, kissing your forehead.
you clutch onto eric’s arm, pushing through the sweaty bodies surrounding the two of you. god you hated parties. well, not completely but you hated feeling so claustrophobic in these crowds. you would come to them, i mean who were you to turn down free food? you weren’t a complete buzzkill. you just..thought parties were kind of pointless. plus, you played sports, alcohol and drugs were the last of your desires. your main focus was keeping your scholarship. you had a full ride and you were not going t fuck it up because you wanted to get stupid drunk at a party and fuck off your opputunities.
you look around the room, eyeing the baseball team as eric drags you into the kitchen for a drink. you wave at haechan and you see him wave back at you before he disappears from your line of sight.
“what are you feeling for?” he asks and you shrug, getting comfortable on the counter.
“ok, i’ll surprise you with something” he smiles at you, turning to whip up a drink.
“but you’re cut off after the third one, ok?” he points a finger at you and you nod.
jokingly saluting him following a ‘yes sir!’. eric laughs, turning back to continue making the drinks.
“is this the special guy?” you don’t even need to turn your head to know who’s voice it is.
“hi sungchan,” you grin, opening your arms for your friend.
sungchan envelopes you in a hug, nuzzling his face into your hair. you laugh, hugging him back. eric turns around to see who joined the two of you in the kitchen. he looks at you silently asking who he was.
“eric, this is sungchan” you point at the boy, introducing him to eric.
sungchan stands up to his full height, bringing a hand up to stroke his chin. he glances over eric’s appearance with furrowed eyebrows.
“hm…do you have a job?” sungchan asks and eric laughs.
“yes.”
“love your mom?”
“very much so,”
“know how to drive?”
“yup.”
“gotta car?” eric eyes you with a smirk.
you laugh already knowing where this was heading. he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his car keys. he spins them on his index finger before he tosses them to sungchan.
“mazda rx-7, matte black, year 2000” he winks at the boy, patting his shoulder before he turns to continue making the drinks.
sungchan turns to you with wide eyes.
“oh nah, fuck her, date me” sungchan jokes, handing the keys back to eric.
he turns to face you, pointing at eric and looking at you with his mouth wide. silently approving of the man, you just shake your head with a laugh. you loved sungchan, he was one of your three best friends. you haven’t known him longer than jaehyun but you loved him just as much.
believe it or not you guys matched on sme dumb online dating app kevin put you on three years ago now. the two of you met up but it didn’t work out…at all. so the two of you decided on becoming friends instead and here you are now. three years later, and now your guys bond was stronger than ever.
you looked at the pair as they talk about whatever. eric walks over to you, handing you a red cup. you smile, telling him thank you as you grab the cup from his hand. he holds his own cup in one hand, his other holding your bare thigh. he draws circles on your naked skin with his thumb mindlessly, paying attention to sungchan as they're still conversing. you lean onto his arm, taking small sips of the pepsi and malibu mixture in your cup.
a few moments later sungchan excuses himself from the kitchen, his phone ringing in his hand. the two of you nod at him, waving him off. eric looks down at you.
“sleepy?” he asks and you nod.
“mm..just a bit” you slur, looking up at him.
you smile when your eyes land on his face.
“you’re so handsome,” you whisper.
“you think so?” eric asks, sitting his cup down.
you nod your head, sitting up straight. eric stands in between your legs now. grabbing your cup from your hand and sitting it on the counter.
“the handsomest ever” you giggle, throwing your hands up.
eric laughs, grabbing your wrists softly. he guides them to rest on his shoulder, his hands moving to wrap around your middle. he brings his face closer to yours and a sense of familiarity rushes over your senses.
“pretty girl…” you close your eyes at the words, loving how it sounds from him.
“all mine, all for me” excitement courses through you at his words.
you open your eyes again when he squeezes your hip. eyeing his blonde hair, sharp eyes, perfect nose.
jeno…fucking lee jeno.
you keep your composure, squeezing your eyes shut to see if you could break yourself from the trance. memories flooding your head because of his words. why’d he have to sound so much like jeno now? all those times jeno called you his pretty girl, caressing you as he reminded you of who you belonged to. you were his, not eric’s. what the hell were you doing.
you open your eyes again and this time you do see eric. he’s close, very very close. he inches closer and closer to you, lips hovering over your own. he closes his eyes as soon as his lips touch yours. frozen. you couldn’t move.
guilt overwhelmed you as he kissed you. forcing yourself to kiss him back. your clutched the material of his shirt, same as earlier when you made out with jeno.god, you felt sick. you were such an asshole. why’d he have such a tight grip on you? you thought you were over him.
eric pulls away from you and you look at him, searching for any kind of discomfort. sighing silently when you don’t see any. he smiles at you, holding a hand out offering to help you down. you nod, taking his hand as you hop off the counter. you turn, grabbing your cup as you down the remaining liquid in one go. with a deep breath in and out you turn around to face eric. accepting his open hand, you hold his hand. allowing him to lead you out of the house.
you screamed into your pillow, kicking your feet. kevin groans for the umpteenth time this morning.
“yn…for the 10th time, please shut the fuck up!” he groans, looking at you with a tired expression.
ever since eric dropped you off you’d been awake. currently it’s 9am, he dropped you off at around 1 in the morning. you couldn’t sleep, how could you sleep? you kissed your boyfriend that’s not your boyfriend and thought it was jeno! you’d be insane if you could get a good night’s rest in this situation. kevin sadly had been woken up by you and been up since then. listening to you rant on and on about what you're going through. he suggested calling jeno and telling him and he earned a pillow to the head.
“yn, please…go to sleep” kevin pleaded and you sighed.
grabbing your phone to check the time, 9:49am.
you didn’t have class but you were tired. you nod, climbing under the sheets. kevin cries out in happiness, practically leaping into the bed sheets. he cuddles up under your covers, immediately falling asleep. you smile at your friend, pulling his glasses off his face and sitting them on your bedside table. shortly afterwards you do the same as him, falling asleep.
it’s been about two weeks since the part ordeal occurred. two weeks since you’ve spoken to jeno. you’ve seen him around, swinging by the baseball wing to say hi to the boys every now and then.
most of your time was given to eric though. he still hadn’t asked you out yet, which kind of bummed you out but on the other hand you were glad. you still weren’t completely sure you wanted to be with him 100%. yeah you had feelings for him, but apart of you still yearned for jeno. it was becoming more and more adamant to you every time you saw him.
seeing him all sweaty right after practice, or shirtless with a towel hanging loosely around him fresh out the shower. not to mention the deja vu from the locker room because of the multiple quickies you and him had here. he knew something was up with you too, noticing your little glances and lingering touches.
you were on your way to meet up with eric for lunch, already standing in the elevator. you press the number 1 and wait patiently, rocking back and forth on your heels. you watch as the numbers light up as you pass through the floors. watching the doors open before you step out of the elevator.
rounding the corner as you pull out your phone to text him.
you: where are you ?
eric: im in the parking garage, you out front?
you: yeah, i just got here.
eric: ok, im coming rn.
you nod, locking your phone and putting it away. you look around nervously before you flick your wrist to the time. 3 o’clock on the dot.
sungchan facetimed you earlier, so if sungchan was already out of practice you knew jeno was too. and you know he’s still here because you see his car parked across the street from you. you just hoped eric would beat him here.
“yn?” you hear, and you don’t even need to turn to know who it is.
fuck, fuck, fuck. you think to yourself.
you look up at the sky, cursing your bad luck. with a sigh you reluctantly turn to face him. locking eyes with him, he’s standing a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest.
“can we talk?” he asks, and you wanna say no.
every bone in your body is telling you to say no. you inch towards him, taking the smallest steps ever known to man. once you’re not too far from him he turns, leading the way leaving you to follow awkwardly.
“were you waiting for someone?” you nod, tucking some stray hair behind your ear.
“yeah, eric.” you say blankly, not realizing you slipped up till after you said it.
“eric…sohn?” jeno asks, pulling his car door open.
you nod slowly, fingers toying with the hem of your jersey.
“you know him?” you ask, curious as to what his answer will be.
jeno laughs shortly, shaking his head no. he nods his head to you, followed by a short ‘get in’. the both of you are now sitting in his BMW, awkwardness and tension filling the air. the only sound coming from the AC.
“why’d you—”
“do you–”
the both of you start at the same time, both laughing now. you let him talk first.
“do you still have it on?” he asks and you roll your eyes.
you pull the chain from under your jersey, showing him the necklace he gifted you. he smiles, leaning in to touch the piece of jewelry. he eyes it, fiddling with the golden j dangling from it. he looks up at you and your breath gets stuck in your throat.
before you could even protest he presses his lips onto yours. you kiss him back, everything around the two of you disappearing as you continue to make out with the blonde boy. sighing when he grips your thigh, rubbing and squeezing at the skin sweetly. you missed his touch. the two of you exchanged spit for what seemed like hours…all worries leaving your body. this is what he did to you. he made you forget about anything and everyone. all stress, worries, problems, it didn’t matter when you were with him.
you pull away from him, wanting to look at his face. you caress his cheek, soaking up his features.
“i missed you…so fucking much” you sigh, leaning in to kiss him again.
you continue to kiss jeno, both of you unbeknownst to the gaze of a certain someone.
end.
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aethersgirlfriend · 2 months
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masquerade ball ghouls?
the ministry occasionally holds parties and balls to get everyone together and socialising, and this was one of them. copia came up with it after watching one too many historical romance movies with his ghouls!! they wanted their cute little night to show off their ghoulettes in their pretty outfits - and rain and zeyphr since there's only so many ghoulettes
they agreed to have one night of the usual masks and one night of more demonic looking ones, where the ghouls were not required to pair up and they decide to go around and serenade all the siblings who have no idea they're not fellow sisters/brothers of sin, that they're actually demons <3 (thank you @divinebees for that x)
copia announced it to the pack first - aswell as ifrit, omega, mist and zeph because they like to hang around the current ghouls sometimes when they don't have chores - and they were ecstatic!! this was the first time he'd gone with an idea they all came up with AND it was aurora and aeons first ball!!!!! the girls immediately start planning and getting inspo (aurora had a pinterest board) and the guys are already swooning at the idea of half of them in a ballgown (they're so real)
mountain asks cumulus with a love letter and wildflowers that smell like her perfume. she squeals and jumps up and down, and mountain blushes at how excited she is to go with him.
aeth asks cirrus by giving her a massage after a long day of practice, kissing up her neck and whispering it in her ear (she chuckles and says she's been waiting for him ever since she saw him and mountain looking at the inspo the girls had printed out).
swiss asks sunny over a shared bottle of red wine, she squeals and launches herself into his lap, saying she's going to "be the man" of the duo x
aeon asks aurora after she walks into a bed full of rose petals and candles and she laughs at him and then says "yes!!! of course bug!!!!" and he yells happily and they run into each others arms and jump around, so excited for their first ball
omega asks mist after alpha says he'll be working with the music side of the night. he walks into her room with a sheepish smile and she looks up from her book on ancient runes and says "ive been waiting, of course i'll go with you."
dew and rain wait for the other to ask them. dew eventually begrudgingly asks rain after he overhears him very loudly complaining to the girls on how he deserves better after being named the princess of the pack. rain makes him kneel all pretty and then says with his smooth tone, "of course my love". they then burst into a fit of giggles on rains bed and start talking about what they were planning on wearing.
ifrit sets up this fancy proposal after he watched one too many prom proposals with aurora and zeyphr pretended he wasn't blushing a very deep shade of grey and said "okay, i guess"
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here's the outfits and masks i picked out for the duos (i made them moodboards sort of because i wouldn't have been able to add every image seperately)!! i gave each pair 2 colors each and that was their theme, some include heels and flowers but that's just if i found something specifically for the pair, so not all have it
(all photos from pinterest - lmk if there's any credits u know of and i'll add them in !)
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- cirrus and aether!!! the colors i chose for them are red and black - the romantic goth/vampire vibe suits them as a duo. aethers shirt and waistcoat would go with dress pants, shoes and a suit jacket - all black. cirrus would wear some delicate black heels with hers, and their masks are underneath their respective outfits !
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- mountain and cumulus!!!! the collage messed up here BUT i'll explain! (the bouquet is what mount gave her when he asked) i chose green and white for them because i'm so incredibly creative!!?!?!? mountains suit is a mix of the 2 images there - plus the mask that's under the bouquet (NOT the one beside it - that's cumulus'). all of these are honestly mainly my imagination, the suit comes with pale green dress pants and shoes. cumulus' dress is so beautiful, in my head it's slightly corseted and laces up with white ribbon at the back. she paired it with beautiful pale green heels that have vines (?? idk how to explain it makes perfect sense in my head) and the mask next to the bouquet in the collage! mountain made the crystal himself :3
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- swiss and sunny :D i chose gold for them! think beauty and the beast sort of (thank you @divinebees AGAIN for that) i thinkkk the dress in the photo might be ai generated (i do not support ai art!!!!!) but i couldn't find anything else that fit my vision😭😭 her mask is diagonal to the dress (instagram i hate u) but the gold is more yellow-ish and she wears docs that are almost mustard colored. no one can convince me she doesn't love docs. swiss paired that waistcoat and tie with a frilly white shirt (no jacket and sleeves rolled up because he's a slut) and black dress pants with gold detailing! his mask is under sunnys dress and he puts more gold charms in his dreadlocks hehehe
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- AEON AND RORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PINK AND WHITE AND GLITTER AND PRINCESSY ITS SO PERFECT!!!!!! aurora watched sleeping beauty once and made a princessy pinterest board and was like this is what we're doing and he was just staring lovestruck like of course aurora whatever you want my love☺️☺️☺️ a sister gave her the fan and her mask is in the top right! it's sorta giving princess crown ;) she thrifted the heels and her dress is so fucking beautiful everyone just stares all night with no shame. phantom wears that waistcoat and tie with baby pink dress pants and his converse :33 no jacket ofc bc swiss isn't wearing one and his mask (bottom right) is so pretty and all the girls make sure to call him pretty all night <3 they're for SURE the couple of the night.
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- dew and rain!! purple and black!! rain wears the shirt in the middle row to the left but the neckline is way deeper with a black jacket thrown over his shoulders and the mask on the bottom row :33 dew wears the shirt in the top left with the waistcoat next to it and the mask under it ! dew has his hair up all pretty and rain has silver and black dangly earrings on
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- ifrit and zeyphr!!! i chose green and black for them!! ifrit wears the outfit and mask on the left with black dress pants and zeyphr wears the stuff on the right but the green on his mask his darker, the shirt underneath is black and he's wearing a grucifix instead of a cross. handsome boys <3 (everyone can thank @lonerm3g !!)
and finally ...
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- COPIA!!!!! do i need to say anything ? handsome old man in gold - perfect.
i want to turn this into a full length fic but idk who's perspective to write it from so pls give me ideas if u have any x
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pedrito-friskito · 6 months
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Happy Sleepover lovely Kay!!
You know how I love me some Steve Rogers, I’d love to request him with the prompt…
“You have any idea how much I hated seeing someone else touch you.”
Please and thank you!
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ericca!!! thanks for such a fun request ☺️ the inspo jumped out of me on this one (but my apologies for taking so long to get it posted!) and out came a sequel/follow-up to walking the wire!!
would def recommend reading that before you read this (if you haven’t already 😉)
tell me your troubles - steve rogers x fem!super soldier reader (phoenix)
word count: 3k
warnings: lil more than canon-typical violence (i like netflix marvel more than disney marvel these days can u tell), lowkey possessive!steve, heavy make outs, shower sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (they’re supersoldiers ok but wrap it before you tap it) - also russian translations from google so if it’s not right I’M SORRY
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Nat gives the order to fall back, and it goes against every fibre of Steve’s being to obey.
They have you. They have his girl.
It’s Nat’s op. She’s in charge, and he knows this isn’t her fault, that she’s not to blame for the fact that you’re not by his side right now, that you’re instead being hauled into the back of a large van, too-thick cuffs banding your arms behind your back. He’s having flashbacks to Berlin, to Bucky in a cage. They put a hood over your head, and you manage to catch his eye before your face disappears from view.
Go.
His every instinct is screaming at him to go after you, doubly so when the van starts to drive away. But there are bombs planted between you and him, obstructing his path. One wrong step, and no amount of super-soldier serum could save him from being blasted apart. And then where would that leave him?
Where would that leave you?
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“I want a plan,” he spits as soon as they’re back at the makeshift base they’ve been calling home the last few months. It’s no Stark Tower, but there’s running water and a bed he’s shared with you most nights, a haphazard sign scrawled on the door — Cap & Phoenix. Bucky drew a little cartoon shield and a flame to go along with it.
He sees Nat bristle as he barks his order, but when her sharp gaze flicks to him, something in him softens. He tends to forget, that she cares for you on a similar level to his own affection. Not the same type granted, but the Widow holds you close to her heart, and despite Steve’s own confirmation that Nat’s not to blame for your kidnapping, he can see in her face that she doesn’t think the same.
“You didn’t do this, Nat,” he says, following her into the large office they’ve used to map out missions. Bucky and Sam make themselves scarce, disappearing from the corner of Steve’s vision. “We all knew there was a risk.”
“She was right there,” Nat replies, shaking her head, sinking into a crouch in front of the table, surveying the map you’d all reviewed before leaving. “She was right there, and I let them grab her.”
“We couldn’t have known they’d have the capability, the means to—”
“This is my fault, Steve.”
“It’s not,” he reiterates, hand clenched into a fist, knuckles pressed to the table. “I know it, Phoenix knows it. But letting it get the better of you isn’t going to bring her back. You think you made a mistake, then fix it. We find her.” He plants his other fist. “No matter the cost.”
Nat arches one perfect brow, and he can already see the wheels turning behind her eyes. “Sir, yes, sir.”
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Tracking you down is the easy part; recovering you proves to be a touch more complicated.
Natasha’s plan is airtight this time, outright refusing to split the team, the four of them moving through the building silently. They have each other’s backs, and soon enough, they’ll have you. But it’s a maze from the moment they step in. The map they have is accurate, but it’s more heavily guarded than they’re anticipating. Nat and Bucky both put men down with acute precision — assassin precision — and Steve finds himself lagging behind Sam, his knuckles aching from the sheer number of punches he’s delivered.
Part of him feels naked without the shield. He gave it up for a reason, before he had you. It’s something he’s talked through over and over, you sprawled on his chest, chin propped on the back of your hand, watching him talk as he stares at the ceiling.
Talk to me, drevniy. Tell me your troubles.
That last night, before the mission went awry, it was the same. He’d talked himself in circles, until his voice went hoarse and he was losing himself to the soft press of your body against his, and then all he really wanted to lose himself in you instead, so he did.
You held him close after and murmured something in Russian he couldn’t quite make out. He lifted his head to ask you what the words meant, but you kissed him before he could get the question out, and you’d drifted off to sleep a few minutes later. He didn’t have the heart to wake you.
Damn the shield, he thinks now, trying not to flinch when Bucky pulls the trigger on his gun, more men dropping to the floor. Damn it all.
They round a corner, and Steve nearly crashes into Nat’s stalled figure.
“Hello, Captain.”
You’re strapped to a chair. Restrained nearly the exact same way that Bucky was back in Berlin. Only him, the man Steve had watched cart you away, he’s got his hand knotted in the back of your hair, your head yanked back, your throat bared, a large knife pressed against it. It could be steel, but Steve would bet good money it’s vibranium.
Steve darts forward, but Nat throw her hand out, stopping him. She tilts her chin imperceptibly, and Steve’s eyes follow the direction, spotting a generator in the far corner. From the corner of his gaze, he sees Bucky catch on, and wordlessly, the plan is formed.
“Let her go,” Steve calls to your captor, and when the man starts laughing, Bucky slinks into the shadows, towards the generator. Nat raises her gun, aiming at the thugs flanking either side of your captor, and Steve’s hands clench into tighter fists.
“I would not do that if I were you, Captain Rogers,” the man taunts, waving a finger in the air. “You have not even heard the bargain I propose, for the return of your sweet Phoenix.”
“I don’t make it a habit of bargaining with kidnappers,” Steve returns, and the man yanks your hair back harder. He can hear your slight whimper from where he stands. “Let her go, and maybe I let you live.” From the corner of his eye, he can see Bucky near the generator, hidden by the shadows — perks of super-soldier sight and stealth.
The man starts laughing. He sees the glint of the knife press against your neck, and a single drop of blood beads along the blade. Nat’s eyes cut to Steve’s, he nods, and Bucky’s metal fist connects with the generator, sparks flying as the room is plunged into darkness.
It comes in flashes. Bullets spark through the air as Nat takes down the two thugs who have started running for them. Bucky shoots forward, yanking the metal away from where it’s restraining your arms and pulls you out of the chair. Steve disarms your captor, the knife now streaked with your blood, but before he can do anything else, you grab it from him, whipping it over your shoulder. The blade buries itself in your captor’s chest, and the man drops instantly.
Steve reaches for you, hauling you into his arms, and you cling to him as you all turn tail, heading out of the building. It’s not until you reach the Quinjet that Steve finally feels relief, but remembers the blood and takes you to the back of the jet while Nat and Bucky prepare for takeoff.
“Let me see,” he murmurs, and wordlessly, you push your hair away, baring your neck to him. The scratch is barely visible, already just the remnant of a scar, but Steve knows it won’t go away, not completely. He wipes the blood gingerly from your skin, his movements gentle even though he knows he can’t hurt you, not truly.
His brow furrows as he looks the rest of you over. There are no other obvious injuries, or evidence of them. Your clothing is tattered, dirt and grime smeared on your skin, and there’s a brightness in your eyes that he hasn’t seen in a long time — not since they pulled you out of that lab.
“I’m fine, drevniy,” you say, grabbing his wrist when his attention falls back to your neck, to the tiny scar now there. “It will take much more than a scratch like that to take me from you.”
Steve bristles at the mere thought. He feels like a live wire suddenly, exposed, vulnerable. You tug on his hand, pulling his palm until it rests over your heart, until he can feel the rapid beat if it against his skin. You lean up, fitting your lips to his pulse, a soft kiss to his throat. His whole body feels tight as a bowstring, and while the feeling of you has soothed it some, he can’t shake it.
“Steve,” you call, your voice low, almost cajoling. Suddenly, he feels guilty. You’re the one who was kidnapped; he should be comforting you, not the other way around. The corner of your mouth lifts. “Tell me your troubles.”
He groans, and the tether on his restraint snaps. Both his hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks in his palms. He hears your quick intake of breath right before his mouth covers yours, and you sigh into him, your body relaxing almost completely in his grip.
“You have no idea,” you murmur, and the purr in your voice makes his tac pants grow tight, “how much I missed your touch.”
“Baby,” he nearly growls, pushing you back against the metal wall of the jet. You’re tucked in the corner now, out of sight of Nat and Bucky, and Steve’s plan forms quicker than Nat’s rescue had. “I need you right now.”
Your breath hitches high, the noise catching in your throat, and Steve’s hands drop from your face to your waist, tugging your hips until they’re flush with his. “Right now?” you ask, a teasing smile on your face. “Buck’s hearing is as good as yours is, Steve. You want him hearing you take what’s yours? Want him to know what I sound like?”
The reminder tugs his restraint back into place. Something deep in his chest, something feral and wild, growls in response. Mine. He lifts you until you’re high enough to wrap your legs around his hips and his fingers press into your sides, feeling the rush of your blood beneath your skin, the heat of it. 
He kisses you until the jet touches down again. 
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As soon as the ramp lowers, he hauls you over his shoulder and stalks down it, his boots clanging against the metal. He barely hears Nat’s low chuckle behind him and grinds his teeth when you palms settle on the small of his back, fingers tapping random patterns against his skin.
Once you’re inside, he heads straight for the bathroom you’ve been sharing. You barely get a word out as he turns the water on, nearly as hot as it’ll go, just like you like it. When he turns back, you’re naked, and more relief blankets him when he sees you’re untouched, unscarred.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Captain,” you grin, and Steve backs you against the wall, desperate to feel your bare skin against his. You bite your lip as his palms skim up your ribs, but he feels your hands on his belt, unhooking it with ease. But then the light in your eyes changes, and as his belt thunks to the floor, your hand roves up his chest, two fingers tucked under his chin, tilting his face to yours. “I knew you’d come for me.”
Something in his chest cracks. “Of course I did. I…”
He’d barely let himself feel it, when he saw you there, strapped to that chair, that man’s hands on you, the knife at your throat. The…intensity, the way he instantly knew he would do whatever was necessary to get you back. If Nat hadn’t pulled his focus, pointed out the more sensible path, he can only guess what might have happened, what mess he might have left behind. 
Your palm, light against his cheek, pulls him out of his head. “Hey, come back to me,” you call, your voice so soft, so sincere, it pushes away the violence in his head, the guilt that threatens to brew over things he hasn’t even done. “I’m here, krasivyy. Alive. Intact. Yours.” You get closer, your nose brushing his, lips grazing his when you speak. “Only yours.”
“Mine,” he repeats, like the word might bring him back down to earth. His hands grip your hips, lifting you with ease, growling when he feels your legs wrap around his waist. “Watching him touch you, you have no idea how I…” He bites off the sentence with a groan as you grind against him, your bare core leaving a wet patch on the spot just above his waist. Keeping you in place with his hips, he rips the shirt off, tossing it away as he pushes at his pants, barely getting them down his legs before his cock is springing free. The head taps between your legs and it makes you squirm.
“I’m yours, drevniy,” you say, and the nickname once made him bristle, but now it just lights a fire in his chest. “Only yours. No one else gets to touch.” You lean up, pulling yourself against his chest, nosing at his neck, scraping your teeth at his earlobe. “Just you.”
Steve growls again, holding you against him with one arm, wrenching the shower door open with the other. You hiss when the water hits you, but the sound drags out into a low moan as he positions you beneath the spray, steam filling the stall, smudging your outlines.
He lets his hands roam, massaging your limbs, cleaning the dirt from your skin. You hum along with his movements, your head tipping back between your shoulders when he works your chest, wiping away the dried blood and grime. Then he walks you back, pushing you against the tiles. You gasp when your back touches them, the porcelain so much colder than the water, but Steve’s made up his mind.
He starts at your lips. Kisses you rough, bites at you bottom lip, pushes his tongue past your teeth to tangle with yours. When your hands move to grip his hair, wet strands wrapped around his knuckles, he groans into your mouth, drags his lips along your jaw, down your throat.
He bends slightly, tracing your collarbones with his tongue. Your hands don’t leave his hair, only gripping tighter as he moves down, nose dragging along your sternum. But then he pauses, cheats left, scraping the scruff of his jaw along the curve of your breast. You breathe out his name when he closes his lips around your nipple, giving you just the edge of his teeth, pinching the other between his knuckles lightly before rolling it between his fingers.
“Steve.”
He grins against you, sure you can feel it as he pulls back, satisfied only when he sees your nipple is peaked, tight from his attention. Then he does it all over again on the right, only stopping when you tug at his hair, a panting mess as you look down at him, your eyes heavy-lidded with lust.
“What are you…” you start to ask, but the words drop off into a moan when he drops to his knees, using his shoulder to wedge your legs wide, leaning in to bite the inside of your thigh.
“Appreciating what’s mine,” he replies, tongue soothing the spot he bit. “Too much?”
You shake your head, rolling it against the tile, a blissed-out smile on your face. Fuck, he missed you. Can’t imagine his life without you. “Never,” you reply, meeting his gaze again. “Prityazhatel'nyy padezh.”
Steve’s brow lifts, and he puts his face against your thigh again, dragging his tongue up toward the heat between your legs. “Translate, please.”
“Possessive.” You moan the word, one hand staying in his hair while the other reaches up to squeeze at your breast. “Fuck, I should have gotten myself kidnapped a long time ago.”
The thought makes him see red, and you squeal as he grabs both your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders and diving straight between your legs.
“Steve!”
He eats your pussy like he’s never done before. Nips and sucks and licks until your thighs are quaking around his ears, until your cries bounce off the tile walls. You’re an oasis in a desert, his first meal after being starved for days. You’re everything. 
You’re his.
He doesn’t stop until you cum, your hand an iron vice against his scalp, tugging so hard it gives him just that little twinge of pain, and he’s reminded how evenly matched you are. He takes everything you have to give, drinks down every drop until you’re pushing at him, overstimulated, body lax in his grip. He works his way back up to standing, worshipping you on the way up the same as he had on the way down. Your chest heaves against his as he pushes his body against yours, caging you in against the wall, keeping you safe.
“Tell me something,” he asks, and you nod, the movement lazy, your hands dragging up and down his ribs as he straightens, reaches up to brush a wet strand of hair from your face.
“Mm?”
Steve leans in, nosing at the curve of your jaw before pressing a soft kiss to your throat. “How do you say I love you in Russian?”
Your whole body jolts as the words fall past his lips, and he chuckles into your skin, pulling you even closer, wrapping his body around yours. Your head tips back, eyes trained on the ceiling, but you hold him just as close. “You’re going soft, drevniy.”
“Only for you,” he replies, nipping at your throat. “Yours, remember?”
Your quiet laugh seems to echo around the shower until you speak again. “Ya tebya lyublyu.” You say, and Steve gives his best repetition, earning himself another chuckle from you. After his second try, your eyes lower, and he sees the wetness in them. “I love you, too.”
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neverinadream · 1 year
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Summary: Neither of you know where exactly you stand as you celebrate the new year.
Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader
Requested: Yes
Song Inspo: Clearest Blue - CHVRCHES
Warnings: fluff, situationship to relationship, feelings of confusion, film student!reader because why not?, not edited
Notes: this is just a headcanon...did you like it? would you like more of them in the future?? i also got a little carried away....oops...anyway, feedback is always appreciated!!!
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To you, your relationship with Christian was a bit of an enigma. You had no idea what you were.
You had met each other through Kai's girlfriend, Sophia, whom you had randomly met when your coffee orders had been mixed up. A few months into your friendship, she had insisted that you came along to a games night that she and Kai were hosting.
At first, you were apprehensive about it, unsure if their friends, footballers with a level of fame you couldn't begin to imagine, were going to accept you, a film student, who worked two jobs to pay for your shitty, little apartment. But you quickly realised your worries were for nothing.
And you also came to quickly realise Sophia's true intentions.
The couple had already picked the teams before any of you had even arrived. They made some excuse about not wanting Mason and Ben being on the same team, when in reality, they were just making sure that you and Christian were paired together.
At first, you were a little shy around each other, saying very little unless it was needed. But when you began to play a round of Jeopardy and one of the categories was film & TV, you quickly impressed him with your ability to recall facts about films, shows and directors he didn't even know existed.
When he asked how you even knew such facts like how Paul Schrader wrote the film Taxi Driver in two weeks, or how it was James Cameron himself that drew the charcoal picture of Kate Winslet, you simply shrugged your shoulders and said you were a film student.
A couple days after the games night, and multiple hours of debating whether or not to message you, Christian, after getting your number from Kai, had finally messaged you.
To say you were feeling a little bit of a thrill when you saw his name attached to the message was an understatement.
And so the next five months began...
At first it was just getting coffee together on the mornings when you both had the time for it. You both met in the same spot: a small, independent coffee shop, that doubled as bookstore. But this quickly turned into him bringing you lunch one afternoon, after you had told him you couldn't make it to one of your "coffee dates."
You had told him you were going to be stuck in the library all day, attempting to finish an assignment at the very last minute, and for him to not think that you had stood him up. That day, when he showed up with lunch for the two of you, easily convincing you to take a break, you knew your crush was so much more than a crush.
After that, your morning coffees became brunch, or even dinner, if you both had the time for it. Christian had even attempted to cook you his favourite dish, but when you turned up at his, the smoke alarm was going off and you had found Christian, with a dishcloth in his hand, trying to get the smoke to go out of the patio doors.
You learnt that day that Christian possessed no ability to cook.
You eventually settled on pizza and shared your first kiss, of which he made the first move, before the ending credits of your favourite film were rolling.
Your first kiss were the many of firsts with him: your first Chelsea match, sitting next to Sophia, who explained the bits you didn't understand, your first time meeting his sister, an slightly awkward encounter over facetime, which had Christian stuttering and stumbling over his own words when she had asked if you were the secret girlfriend, and the reason behind him smiling so much, you first "sleepover" and a manner of other things.
And yet neither had the courage to ask the other what you were to each other.
Christian wasn't just falling in love with you, he WAS in love with you, and he had planned to finally tell you on New Years Eve.
The NYE celebrations were happening in the very first place that you two had met: at Kai and Sophia's place. And Christian had been keeping close attention to the time. When you asked what was distracting him, he justshook his head, gave you a smile, and told you he was just distracted by your outfit, which only earned him a playful smile and a shoft shove of the arm.
For most of the night, you both stood off to the side, content with each other's company, and playing a little game you had both come up with. It was trying to guess what conversations people were having from the expressions they were pulling.
You had danced a little, but it had only happened because Sophia had managed to convince you to, and for the whole time, Christian's attention was only on you.
He had even told one woman that he was here with his girlfriend, which you weren't officially, not yet, when she attempted to flirt with him. He loved how easy it was for him to call you his girlfriend.
His girlfriend....
When it finally came to counting down to the new year, his focus was completely on you. He had even forgotten to count down, of which you had noticed, after you had counted down to seven and hadn't heard his voice.
So when you turned your to face him, you hadn't expected to find him looking at you. There was a look of love in his eyes and you had even thought they had twinkled for a second, but you had convinced yourself it was just the lights. When you went to ask him what was wrong, he cuts you off with a kiss.
And it wasn't one of your usual kisses. There was a hidden message behind it. A message of love.
So when everyone around you was cheering, shouting happy new year at the top of their lungs, and couples were trading notions of affection, Christian released three very important words.
"I love you."
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, which he could only presume was a good thing. When you pulled away, you stroked his cheek lovingly with your thumb and smiled as you replied, "I know." He raised his eyebrows and you giggled, telling him, "you sometimes talk in your sleep and last week you said 'I love you, Y/N.' I love you too, by the way."
Both of you had ended the previous year not knowing where you stood with the other and had started the new year knowing exactly where you now stood.
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jjkeverlast · 1 year
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Hello wifey I am requesting a smutty Yoongi Drabble because I want to make you write Yoongi smut 😈 let’s say.. maybe in the shower? Who doesn’t love that.
Congrats on your milestone bby it’s so deserved!!!
Here is some inspo
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ten out of ten | myg
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-> pairing roommate!yoongi x f.reader
-> genres/aus humor & smut
-> summary the two years you've shared an apartment with yoongi, there's been zero inconveniences that could resolve into feelings between the two of you. that is until you accidentally catch a glance at much more of yoongi than you internally wished for... or did you?
-> word count 3.9k
-> warnings accidental flashing, shower sexxxx, fingering, handjob, groping, kissing, spanking and unprotected sex.
-> author's note hi wifeyyyy, thank u for requesting some yoongs hehe hope this adds to the thirst!! <3 (also, i do not have taglists for requests! thank youu <3)
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Yoongi was anxious. Since he sent an application to a music production company last week, he hasn’t been able to sleep, eat nor function. The answer was eating him from the inside and you, as his roommate had enough. Which is why you suggested he takes a long warm shower while you make him some breakfast.
As the warm water trickled down Yoongi’s body, he felt somewhat at ease. The answer was slowly drifting away, the more fog appeared on the bathroom windows. As Yoongi pushes his hair back, a specific ping is heard from his phone laying on the counter. With widened eyes, Yoongi abruptly stops his shower, stepping out quickly to see if he was just delusional or if he really received his answer at this moment. 
After a deep breath, he takes a hold of his phone, swiping on the notification. His heart is about to jump out of his chest as he reads on, only to notice that he’s gotten in. He made it. He got a chance with his dream music company. Overfilled with excitement from the good news, Yoongi doesn’t think for a minute, instead rushing out to tell you. 
‘’Y/N! I got in! Fuck, I got in!’’ You hear Yoongi shout from the bathroom, turning around with his cup of coffee, realizing he’s standing butt naked in front of you. Out of shock, you drop the mug as you quickly turn, out of respect towards Yoongi. Your eyes have widened out of surprise, not being able to form a simple congratulations to your stressed out roommate. 
It’s then that Yoongi realizes he’s flashed you. He can’t process the unsettling turn of events he’s created, but decides to back away slowly, continuously apologizing whereas you’re repeating you saw absolutely nothing. Which is not true, your vision is 20/20, so with even a small peak you saw everything. 
Two years. Two years you’ve lived with Min Yoongi and there hasn’t been once where either of you slipped and landed you both in an uncomfortable situation. That’s what made living with Yoongi so great. There were no feelings, no doubts and certainly no accidental flashing. You made it to two years until, well, today. 
It was overwhelming, Yoongi’s dick stayed engraved in your brain, desperate to keep itself locked whereas you wished you could kick it out with full force. Sadly, that’s not how the world works nor your mind. You realized Yoongi had gone quiet in the bathroom, probably re-thinking his impulsive choice of walking out without a towel wrapped around his hips. 
To make this easier for you both, you flee. More specifically to Jimin, a friend of yours and Yoongi who’s the only one you can openly talk to about just anything. 
With a few rushed knocks from your part, Jimin opens the door with a worried expression and before he even gets to greet you, you interrupt him. 
“I accidentally saw Yoongi’s dick!” Out of panic, you run into Jimin’s apartment as your anxious state increases. What do you do? You can’t erase the sight of his— Fuck! 
“Wait… can you calm down a bit?” Jimin closes the door, his eyes watching you hastily walking from left to right by his living room couch. Your arms are crossed over your chest and you’re mumbling all sorts of nonsense to yourself. 
With a shout to your name, you abruptly stop. Jimin looks at you as if you’ve completely lost it — in this case you have. 
“I can’t help you if you don’t just sit down and tell me what happened.” Jimin’s tone indicates he’s annoyed with you and to not make it worse for either of you, you sit down on his couch, finding a way to calm yourself — you settle on fiddling with the loose string from your shirt. 
“Okay, start from the beginning.” Jimin settles on sitting in front of you, his eyes and ears averting towards you. 
You exhale, figuring out how to formulate yourself to Jimin who’s nothing but confused. ‘’Well, Yoongi was waiting for an answer from his dream music production company. Apparently he got the answer while he was showering and then he walked out to tell me, but he forgot that he wasn’t wearing a towel, I think, I’m actually not sure. But that’s how it happened and now I just can’t stop thinking about it. I mean, okay, I turned around the minute I saw that he was naked but Jimin… Ugh! I don’t know. Just, help me.’’ 
Jimin plays with his fingers, figuring out a way to help you but nothing comes to mind. ‘’I– this is a tricky situation. I mean I don’t think Yoongi is thinking too much about it, so maybe act like it didn’t happen?’’ His suggestion did make sense, Yoongi was very calm in most situations and maybe he’s already forgotten about it. 
‘’Okay. Thank you, Jimin.’’ You smile, your heartbeat slowing down to a normal pace and you finally let it down. 
‘’Was it big though?’’ Jimin wiggles his eyebrows in a jokingly manner and you respond to his question by throwing a pillow to his face. 
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Returning back home wasn’t easy, but you managed to keep in mind that Yoongi moved on and so should you. With that, you entered your shared apartment and Yoongi was sitting on the kitchen island, scrolling on his computer with a frown. 
‘’Hey.’’ He looks up, returning a greeting and the tension eases when he softly gazes at you. When the silence returns to the kitchen, you decide to speak up once again. 
‘’Should we celebrate? How about a movie night with some take out?’’ 
‘’Yeah, that sounds good.’’ His smile doesn’t fall and you take it as a good sign regarding the awkward encounter you had earlier this morning. 
‘’Where did you go earlier?’’ Oh fuck. You facepalm yourself, feeling like a complete ass for just leaving without a word. He must’ve thought he really fucked up by accidentally flashing you, due to his excitement. 
‘’Shit, yeah sorry, I went to Jimin’s.’’ You explain and Yoongi just nods, before settling his eyes back on the screen. 
You return back to your room, not being able to bear the somewhat awkward silence which is currently roaming between the two of you. Hopefully a movie and take out will be able to fix it. 
Jimin’s suggestion was the only thing keeping you sane currently, but you were hanging on a thin thread. What if he genuinely can’t forget about it? No, that’s not Yoongi but then again you’ve never had such an encounter before so it’s hard to know. Landing flat on your bed you groan out of frustration. Normally you’d talk it out, but that’s long out of the window since neither of you brought it up. Maybe you should, yet then again, does he want you to? You settle on distracting yourself instead, answering a few emails in the meantime which you originally had planned later today. 
You don’t notice the time flying, a few knocks to your door sending you back to reality. Yoongi peeps in, holding a takeout bag and you jump out of your bed in excitement, trailing behind him to the living room. He’s already prepared a film for the two of you to watch and set the coffee table right in front of the couch. 
As the movie plays, you start eating as well as Yoongi. You don’t recognize the movie and when you ask what it’s about, Yoongi explains how he just decided to click on the ‘play something’ button because he was indecisive. 
The movie starts out hilarious, making you both chuckle along the way. It was featuring Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis, an odd but strangely good pairing for a romantic comedy. Yoongi was long done with his food, resting back on the couch as he tilted his head to a more comfortable position. You just finished yourself, deciding to wash it down with some water. The moment you’re slowly sipping on your drink, the movie displays a sex scene which sends you a shockwave, making you spit out your drink. 
The moans begin to increase, as well as your heartbeat and Yoongi just looks at you with a puzzled look. You smile awkwardly, trying to wipe away the water that has now landed everywhere. 
‘’Are you okay?’’ 
‘’Mhm, mhm, I’m great.’’ You send him a thumbs up, cringing right after your gesture. Why are you so awkward? Yoongi’s acting perfectly fine, so why can’t you? You hate your brain for not letting you function normally after you’ve seen a dick for a split second. 
Yoongi’s expression is hard to read, if only you knew what he was thinking. Thankfully, the sex scene ends quicker than you expected and the plot continues to roll on the TV-screen. 
You’re appalled by your behavior towards your roommate. Since when did you become so awkward? The answer is strapped to the back of your mind but you really don’t want to go there. At least not when he’s sitting right beside you, a natural expression covering his face. 
Yoongi is too focused on the cliché humor thrown in on the screen to notice your eyes diverting to his side profile. In the two years you’ve been roommates with Yoongi, you’ve never really seen him. His eyelashes are a perfect length, along with his soft and round nose, paired up by his rosy lips. His silver earrings are decorating his ears and your eyes avert towards his jawline, tensing for a split second which pulls you out of your trance. 
For the rest of the evening, you don’t look towards Yoongi, your body warming up by his features. It’s then you realize, Min Yoongi is very pretty. 
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Two weeks have passed since the accidental flashing. The awkward moments have eased down, although sadly your attention towards Min Yoongi has only grown, your body growing weak whenever he’s near you. His back is turned to you, as he cuts the onions for dinner while covered in a white t-shirt and sweatpants. Your throat grows dry, as your mouth keeps hanging open over his back. What is even happening to you? For two weeks you’ve managed to drive yourself mad over your roommate that you truly do not know how to get out of it. Do you talk to him about it? No, that would only make things weird. Maybe Jimin can help your stressed out state, due to you being solemnly attracted to Yoongi. 
[You] : Jimin
[You] : I’m going insane. 
[Jimin] : Oh no. Is this about Mr. Forgot a towel and accidentally flashed you with his big dick?
If Jimin was standing in front of you, you’d flick him off over the new nickname he’s gotten for Yoongi. Worst thing was that your body tingled, remembering Yoongi’s wet naked body in front of you before everything was disrupted into pure chaos. 
[You] : Park Jimin. It’s getting out of hand. 
[You] : Whenever I look at him… my body just idk– grows hot? And I get nervous around him… Ugh what the fuck is happening to me????
[Jimin] : Babe. You like him. 
Your eyes divert back to your roommate, studying his movements as the sounds of a knife cutting through vegetables fills the room. Do you really like Yoongi? Is this why your body reacts the way it does? Fuck. You’re so fucked. 
‘’Hey, could you pass me a napkin? My eyes are fucking stinging.’’ Yoongi’s eyes are watered, the small wet beads covering the corner of his eyes, as he tries to wipe them in the sleeve of his white t-shirt messily. 
‘’Sure.’’ You place your phone by the counter, fiddling around the kitchen to find the napkins, while Yoongi dries out his hands. 
‘’Hey, let me show you this song I listened to yesterday.’’ You’re crouched down, your arm extended deep inside the cabinet to fetch for the napkins when you hum. 
‘’I can’t find my phone. Let me use yours.’’ 
‘’Sure.’’ Yoongi whistles while grabbing your phone as you stand up with the missing item in hand. The tone of the whistling drops slowly, his face dropping into shock. It’s then that you realize you’ve forgotten to remove the conversation between Jimin and you. 
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 
‘’Yoongi—’’ Your words get swallowed, every nerve kicking in your body to contain yourself from further embarrassment. 
You take notice of the onion smell covering the room, all while silence roams between you and your roommate. You’re unsure if you want him to say something or to just keep quiet. 
‘’I’m… Sorry. I didn’t mean to read you and Jimin’s messages.’’ You’re appreciative of his apology, your mind fogged with every outcome of this situation. One of them being you moving out in the next hour. 
‘’It’s—’’ You clear your throat, noticing how dry it’s gotten again. ‘’It’s fine.’’ You’re fiddling with your hair, fingers turning wet and clammy. The anxiousness is creeping itself as a shadow behind you, torturing you whenever a second passes of Yoongi not saying anything that can save you both out of this situation. 
The call of your name directs your gaze towards him, his expression soft even though the outline of his brows are furrowed. 
‘’Since when have you—’’ He hesitates to finish, your lips moving to a straight line because truly? You don’t know. You have no idea for how long, but one thing you do know is that you really do like Yoongi. 
‘’I’m not sure.’’ Yoongi reciprocates with a nod, the silence returning to the kitchen. You want to flee. Whenever you’re exposed to an uncomfortable situation, you run away from it. It’s what you do best. You’ve done it ever since you’re little, the inside voice screaming at you to leave. Which explains you excusing yourself and locking yourself in the bathroom. 
The thing about your apartment is that the only door that really locks is the bathroom and you have to save yourself, badly. 
‘’Wait—’’ Yoongi’s knocking on the door, your panic state ignoring the sounds revolving between you. 
‘’Please, just open the door.’’ Yoongi’s tone indicates he’s worried, forming a guilt for catching your messages revealing your crush on him. 
You hesitate, your hand resting on the lock for it to turn, pausing to think if it’s a good idea to open the door. 
‘’I’m worried, please.’’ Hearing Yoongi clears the fog around you, your hands moving rather quickly and finally you both meet eye to eye. 
‘’Look, Yoongi I–’’ 
‘’You like me?’’ His voice has turned low and the corner of his lips curve upwards, turning into a smirk and you melt on the spot. Your nerves loosen as you lose trance in Yoongi. 
‘’Shut up.’’ You shrug him off, looking down on the bathroom floor rather than his brown eyes. 
Yoongi doesn’t respond, instead he pulls himself forward — his nose brushing against your own. Your gaze softens, brushing your nose up closer, making your lips linger above his. Yoongi’s eyelids shut, moving towards you and finally kissing you. 
Kissing Yoongi feels warm, comforting and right. So right you pull him closer, your hands roaming on his back, pulling on the fabric of his shirt. The kiss turns heated or more so messy as your lips move in sync, both of you falling apart in each other's touch. Yoongi becomes brave, inserting his tongue to brush above yours. You give in, letting your tongues play freely as you continuously tug harshly onto the material, growing hot over Yoongi’s firm grip around your waist. 
Yoongi decides to be the first to pull away, resting his forehead against yours as he tries to catch his breath. ‘’You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.’’  
“Yoongi.” You exhale, sincerity meeting your gaze by Yoongi’s and you want him, need him in every way possible. You’re not wasting your time anymore. Not when you finally have him. 
“What is it?” His fingers trace on your face, circling around your features softly as he looks at you.
“I want you.” 
Yoongi chuckles, answering you with his mouth once again as he plays with your lips and tongue in every way. He’s gonna show you. He’s gonna show you just how much he likes you.
You follow his lead, reciprocating his movements with your own, both of you creating a mutual pace. Until Yoongi presses you further inside the bathroom, your back landing against the glass wall of the walk-in shower. Is he—
“Get in.” You look behind you, careful as you step inside of the shower. Yoongi trails behind you, his fingers taking a hold of your form again and groping whatever his hand lands on. Fuck. He can't get enough of you. You feel so soft, so warm against him. 
His touch makes your head spin, as his palm crawls under your shirt, pulling it upwards — resulting in you exposing yourself to him. You’re not wearing a bra, at least not when you’re home and Yoongi can’t help but lick his lips as he admires your breasts. You’re shivering a bit, nipples perked before they’re covered by his hands. 
The moments you’ve spent admiring Yoongi and his unforgettable features, one you noticed were his hands. God, so veiny, so big. Making you drool whenever he’d use them, the prominent veins moving along. And now they were on your breasts, touching them as if they were always meant to be there. 
Yoongi goes back to kissing you, his left arm stretching behind you, pulling down on the handle — letting the water fall onto you both. 
The water is cold at first, turning warmer with time as you both make yourselves at ease under it. Your head falls back, eyes closed accepting the water falling apart onto your exposed face. Yoongi’s tongue circles and traces along your neck and one of his hands grope your ass, pushing you further against him. 
You gasp, your body and mind reacting to his languid touch under the pressure of water. Your hands begin to explore again, starting by the nape of his neck, his wet hair melting between your fingers as you trace further down. That’s when you notice it. Yoongi’s white t-shirt sticks to his stomach, revealing his chest along with it. You can’t stop looking down, his gray sweatpants now a much darker shade of gray. They don’t even try to hide his hard on, and because you simply want all of Yoongi, you grab ahold of his cock. 
“Fuck—“ he groans against your neck, biting gently on the flesh. 
You continue, your palm cupping him above the wet fabric. You’re growing impatient since he’s kissed you. But the warm water helps ease your impatience, letting your mind drown with the water further down the drain and just enjoy every part of Min Yoongi. 
Yoongi decides to return the favor, his hand now unbuttoning your pants in a hurry and you can’t help giggling at his eagerness which nearly matches yours. 
The first time the pad of his thumb brushes over your clit, you moan. Yoongi’s cock tightens in your hand all while he continues to touch you. His fingers work like wonders, taking his time in learning about what you like and how you want to be touched. 
Yoongi leans his forehead against yours, both of you breathing and moaning against each other’s lips. Your hand reaches under the fabric, as it meets the silky skin. 
Somehow you both create a reciprocal pace, Yoongi’s fingers curling inside of you as you stroke him.
“Fuck you’re so tight.” You try to bite back a moan, his words affecting you a lot more than you would’ve thought and sadly, you aren’t good at hiding it. 
“Let me hear you. Don’t be shy.” You answer with a whine. Yoongi’s feeling you up till the brim as he pushes further in, all while his thumb continues to rub circles onto your clit — adding it to the stimulation that accumulates within you. You’re so close, clenching already around him but deeply wishing it was his cock instead. 
“Fuck me. Please, fuck me Yoongi.” You don’t care that you sounded desperate because Yoongi’s reaction proves to you just how much he loves to hear you beg. He never saw the day coming of you becoming desperate earned by his fingers. But here you are, fully wet and moaning while filled up. Yoongi could watch you like this forever, he’d never get tired of the sight you’re offering to him. 
“Yeah? You want me?” He’s teasing you, and frankly you don’t mind the small comments he’s hoping to receive. 
“Mhm.” You kiss him again, able to taste the water as your tongue teases his, rolling around it at a leisurely pace. 
That’s it. You’re both done with the games. Shuffling to remove the remaining pieces of clothing, laughing in the process at it not being easy but somehow you manage. 
“Turn around.” 
Your back faces him, both of your palms flat against the marble wall of the shower. The grasp from Yoongi returns, both of his hands covered with soap as he spreads it around your form. He moves up forward, lips resting by your ear as he covers your front to, squeezing and pulling at your breasts making you lean back against his shoulder and moan out his name. The soap trails down your legs, forming a pool at the bottom by the drain. 
Yoongi’s tip slides in between your folds, pressing itself on your clit to edge you just a little bit further. This fucker. He’s loving every moment of your body breaking down, simply by the virtue of his cock. Although, your silent complaint disappears when you feel the familiar stretch, as he inserts himself with ease. Fuck. 
You love Yoongi’s hands, but his cock? Nothing beats that. Your pussy is pleased, stretched out and wet. Your fists tighten against the marble, a breathy moan escaping your lips. 
“Yeah. So fucking tight.” Yoongi starts to move his hips, your body moving along. The pace is intense yet slow, letting you feel every inch of him buried inside of you. The action begins to activate the recognizable feeling forming at the pit of your stomach. 
“Shit—“ You swiftly grab hold of Yoongi’s wrist, tightening the grip as he continues his pace, grunting as he watches how his cock is fully engulfed by your heat. 
You’ve lost count of time and space, clenching around Yoongi as the knot snaps. Your dazed state takes over not long after you’ve covered his cock with your arousal. 
Yoongi doesn’t know how long he’ll last with you like this. Your back and ass are still covered with soap and now his cock coated with your cum. He’ll never get tired of this, of you. He doesn’t exactly know when feelings started to appear, but they were always there somehow. Whenever you’d walk around the apartment in your summer pajamas, Yoongi had to distract himself, to cover up the blush that was covering his cheeks. 
Remembering just how long he’s watched you in silence, he realizes he has you. You like him. The thought infiltrates Yoongi’s mind, the motion of his hips slowly turning sloppy. You encourage Yoongi to come inside of you, feeling his body tense behind you. Fuck, you’re so out of it, the water continuing to trickle down your body, building up the intensity of the situation. Yoongi turns breathy, a strained moan leaving his lips guided by a final thrust as he finishes. 
His chest is heaving behind you while he pushes his hair back with both hands covered with a smile.  
‘’What?’’ 
“I’m taking it that you like me too?” You joke, Yoongi slapping your ass in return because you’re right. He does indeed like you. 
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solar-tl-27 · 8 months
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So I just saw all your redesigns that you’ve done for the Winx (plus other characters) they all look incredible btw .Wonderful job!!!
Got any cool lore bits you can drop ?
Any story /worldbuilding changes you got ?
Omg yes
I got some world building
I wanna put way more focus on the dragon and I actually wanted it to physically be the way the magic dimension is built up
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Have a very quick doodle i did of that idea
I also am changing up the relationships when it comes to the main group I don’t want it to be season 1 and 2 and boom everyone has a boyfriend.. i want it to be more spread out and explore more ideas for some of them
I’m planning on keeping the main aspects of each season intact like the villains and main premise until like season 6 because i want some more characters to have their individual moments
I also didn’t kill off nabu i killed off riven but he’s not a walking red flag in my rewrite so it’s probably still gonna hurt
In my rewrite musa goes by muse because i wanted to break up the all names end with a thing going on and i also have muse go mostly by he/ they pronouns
I’m keeping chimera because honestly we need more found family and i just don’t want the illusion of stella’s parents getting back together to be a thing i can make them goth and trendy siblings it will be fun.
I also wanna work in more lore on where the boys are from and where the trix are from.
I have been putting a lot of effort into reworking zenith and melody at the moment really working out how i wanna build their culture so that can reflect in how characters look and react
And im writing in the existence of fairy animals from the start with it so i can expand the ecosystems of the magic dimension!
Now for some juicy character lore bits
Daphne and valtor will have a history but they are very different from their original counterparts in my rewrite
I’m keeping professor palladium closer to his season one design cuz i honestly prefer it
Also palladium x avalon canon i make the rules
I’m keeping diaspro and I actually made her a specialist and not a fairy cuz no more boys can’t be fairies and girls can’t be paladins I’M GIVING HER A SWORD!
The trix are gonna get more casual outfits because we were robbed
I gave tecna a hearing aid and tecna also can’t fly I’m limiting her to gliding as a reference to her paraglider wings in season 1 and also just cuz i feel it’s more interesting to have diversity in battle styles.
(Tecna will also hopefully be the next post)
Furthermore i changed artu into a shiba because they are known for their strong personalities and i get wanting to give the dog eye brows for expression but why didn’t they just pick a breed that had more natural looking brow like markings 😭😭
Roxy WILL be getting every transformation because i like to draw and i love roxy she deserves more!
And although i love tecna and timmy they are the only official mc pairing that isn’t canon in my rewrite and idk if it will be due to my zenith rework. THEY DO INTERACT I JUST WANNA TRY OTHER THINGS WITH TECNA!
And that’s all i got to share for now
I can do more of these posts when i have the inspo for it and more to share cuz i love winx and i love my rewrite of it!
Thank u for reading byeee!
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josiee-gvf · 2 years
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Update May 8, 2023: For those who don’t know (new followers I’ve had recently), I used to dabble in some fanfic. After encountering the meanies of tumblr, I quit writing and deleted my masterlist and all of my works. Recently I’ve been thinking I might try to write again and I was super sad that I deleted my most popular fic. My sweet friend Sam ( @streamingcolors-gvf ), who was also a tremendous help with this fic, was able to dig back and find it. So if anyone is interested, I wanted to welcome back my favorite baby: Object Of Desire (Part 2 is linked at the bottom). I had several other fics as well in all categories (fluff, angst, more smut). If I’m able to find them, I’m going to redo my masterlist. I hope some of my new followers might enjoy this. Requests are also open via asks if anyone has anything they’d like to see written. Love u. Be nice. (Please)
Object Of Desire (pt 1)
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Josh kiszka x f!reader
WARNINGS: SMUT! 18+ Only, Minors DNI, sexual content. Cursing, First time vibes, fingering, heavy petting, etc.
Word count: 4.5K
Summary: y/n is home from college for summer break. When she finds herself needing inspiration for her literature project based on desire, who better to lend a helping hand than her long time friend Josh?
THIS IS PART ONE OF TWO. The best is yet to come, part 2 is filthy 🤪 this is what I might call “edging” 😏
Thanks to everyone for reading and interacting with my first smut Reflections! I hope you all enjoy this one and stick with me for part 2! Special thanks as always to @streamingcolors-gvf for creative inspo and input 🤍 also, my deepest apologies for the wild formatting. Tumblr always fucks me over when I copy and paste from my Google docs.
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For the first time since beginning your undergrad program, you had the summer all to yourself. No classes, no exams, no late night studying, just you and the heat of July. With your new academic freedom, you decided to journey back home for the summer. Born and raised in the charming city of Charleston, you had spent every moment of your life in this warm, salty, ocean air right up until you moved away for college. Your family and several of your childhood friends were still here and you were so excited to finally be back. Not only spending your summer break at home, but your birthday as well.
Your key in the door turned smooth as butter, and the sweet vanilla air rushed into your nose and straight to your heart. Your mother had always been a fan of simplicity and swore that the vanilla aroma was the only way to make a house feel like home. You left your bags by the door and listened as the now aged wooden floors creaked and cracked beneath your feet. A place that was normally full of music and laughter was eerily silent today with you as its only occupant. Your parents had taken a cruise to Mexico for three weeks and, although they tried to string you along with them, you needed to be back on campus the first of August and the cruise wasn’t set to return until the third. Your mom was quite upset at the timing of things and rightfully so. Not only would she be missing your birthday, but your last visit home until Christmas as well. You had meant to call her when you arrived home safely, but instead found yourself basking in the fondness of home.
You made your way into the dining room and looked around at everything, seemingly untouched since you had last visited. Perched upon the kitchen island was a glittery, periwinkle gift bag with a card propped against it. “Birdy”, your mothers sweet cursive writing adorned the outside of the envelope. For as long as you could remember, everyone had called you Birdy. Your father had shared with you his love of planes at an early age and had taken you on numerous flights throughout your childhood where you served as his “co-pilot” each and every time. Somewhere along the way, he had picked the nickname for you, and it stuck. He even named his first glider “Birdy”, in honor of you.
You opened the card first, reading its contents. “Happy 23rd birthday to our beautiful Birdy, we are so proud of all your accomplishments and the young woman you are becoming. We love you so much! P.s. Birthday dinner is on us”. A crisp one hundred dollar bill lay folded in the crease of the card. Being an only child has its perks, especially considering the financial status of your parents.
You tore the white tissue paper out of your gift bag and uncovered a beautiful stationery set, complete with a printed signature on each page reading “Y/F/N Y/L/N, PhD”. You were six months shy of finding out whether or not you had even been accepted into your university's English literature PhD program, much less a graduate, but your parents had never doubted you for a second. You stood for a moment, stumbling over the “what-ifs” in your mind, only to have your ramblings interrupted by a voice echoing into the foyer.
“Y/n?” You rush to find you’ve left the front door open and standing in the doorway is your neighbor and long time friend, Josh Kiszka. When he sees you round the corner, his entire face lights up with a smile that would put the sun itself to shame.
“Birdy!”, he exclaims, stepping towards you with wide open arms. “I didn’t know you were visiting home!”. He wraps you in a bear hug and you’re enveloped in his warm woodsy scent. You realize in the moment how long it's been since you last saw him and toy with the idea that perhaps you had missed him. The two of you step apart and you take in his features as you try to re-collect your thoughts.
“Josh! It’s been so long! How have you been?” you smile, trying not to seem lost in thought.
“I’ve been good…I’ve actually been here since January”, His eyes leave yours and find a connection with the floor as he rubs the back of his neck nervously before looking up at you again. “What brings you home?”
“I actually have a break from classes for a few weeks so I thought I’d spend my birthday and the remainder of what’s left of summer in the comfort of my old home. What about you? Taking a break from college life for a bit?” you turn and head back for the kitchen to find drinks for you both, hoping he’ll know to follow. Inside the large double door fridge you find that your parents stocked up for you before they left.
“Uh, yeah, um, something like that. I’ve actually dropped all of my courses for the moment and I’m taking time off to reassess my career choice” It’s obvious in his tone that he’s self conscious about the decision, but you’re happy that he confides in you. Nonetheless, your friendship was practically built on sarcasm so you can’t help but pick at him.
“Hmm, a college drop out. Your parents must be so proud.” You smirk at him over your shoulder and hear him snicker as you pull two glass bottles of Harry’s Lemonade from the carton. You hand one to Josh who has found himself a seat atop one of the four barstools lining the kitchen island and is looking through your new stationery set.
“I’m just kidding, Josh. I don’t blame you at all. I wish my break was going to last longer than two weeks”. You pry the lid off over the edge of the white granite countertop and press the bottle to your lips, taking a slow sip. Josh makes no attempt to be subtle as he watches your lips linger over the edge of your bottle for a moment and the sight of him taking you in makes your stomach flip.
“Got any big plans while you’re here? Gonna take one of daddy’s airplanes on a trip around the country real quick?” he quips back, returning the humor as he leans across the counter top to playfully shove your elbow. As you had grown into your teenage and young adult years, people had always picked on you about your wealthy family. It made your skin crawl to know that people thought your life was going to be handed to you when you very well knew otherwise. Your parents had worked hard for their success and strongly believed that you should do the same. Were they willing to help you out? Sure! Were they going to pay for your entire life? Absolutely not. In fact, you busted your ass to make sure you were awarded enough scholarships to pay your way through college.
“Ha ha ha, very funny”, you roll your eyes and swat his hand away, “unfortunately, I won’t be roaming the vineyards of California this summer. I have to get a headstart on next semester's write-up while I’m home for a bit and able to focus”.
“A write-up?” Josh raises an eyebrow at you and rocks back, trying to balance himself on one leg of the barstool. “What does that entail?”
“Basically I have to create a fictional story based on this semesters concept of desire. My professor apparently likes that I try to ground my works of fiction with a piece of my own reality.” You pause for a moment, twirling your bottle cap around your fingers, before you mumble mindlessly, “Not really anything desirable about me or my life, but whatever.”
“That sounds boring as hell.” He says, matter-of-factly.
“Did you not want to do anything fun for your birthday?”
“Like what, Josh? Get drunk and run naked through the neighborhood?”
“Actually, yeah, that’s exactly what I was hoping for. Can I watch?”
You look up at him, expecting to find him smirking in your direction, but instead, his face is sincere, as though he was genuinely asking to watch you run naked through the neighborhood. You feel heat rising to your cheeks and quickly redirect the conversation.
“Actually I was thinking about putting together a small cookout”, you turn to the cabinets behind you and begin to rummage through dishes in an attempt to settle the blush from your cheeks before you face him again, “would you and your brothers like to come?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely, that’s a great idea!” His tone is genuine and his excitement makes your heart skip a beat. “How do you want me to help you set up?”
You turn back to face him now, holding a white, scallop edged plate in your hands with no intention of using it for anything other than maybe to cover your face when he inevitably makes you blush again. When your eyes meet his, you’re warmed with a sense of familiarity deep within his honey golden gaze. He’s got a strange knack for distracting you today, but you regroup.
“Actually, I think my parents pretty well stocked the place with food for me before they left, so I really just need to decorate the backyard a bit and get the grill cleaned up.”
He cocks his head to the side as he raises his eyebrows and throws up two finger guns pointed in your direction. “I’ll clean the grill if you want to look for decorations?”
“Okay!” you can’t help but chuckle as he skips through to the living room and then out the french doors to the back patio area.
There wasn’t much that needed to be done to make the patio look cute. The outdoor furniture was already the focal point and there were beautiful, rustic edison bulbs strung across the canopy beams above. Some throw pillows for the furniture and a vase for centerpiece flowers was all you needed to tie it all together. Your sweet grandmother had gifted you her beloved opal vase for your eighteenth birthday and it was your favorite eye-catcher. Last you remembered, it had been packed away for safekeeping while you were away.
The cool, musty air of the garage covers you in goosebumps as you pass by your dad's old chevelle to reach the shelves lining the back wall. Upon rummaging through some old boxes, you find your highschool yearbook from your sophomore year. You flip through the large book, smiling at old friends and familiar faces as nostalgia seeps through the pages. Allendale highschool was known for two things: football and theater, the latter being where you had met Josh for the first time. Josh was passionate and dramatic, both of which made him the perfect theater kid. Combined with your love of Shakespeare and poetry, the two of you were inseparable in your teen years. Your undeniable chemistry scored both of you the leading roles in nearly every school play and you spent more time rehearsing lines with Josh than anything else.
It was hardly a secret that everyone in your community was rooting for you two to end up together, but things just never fell into place. Josh had originally accepted a drama scholarship to the same university you decided to study literature at, but three weeks before admissions, he changed his mind. He faltered back on his certainty of film as a career and decided to play it safe by studying for a business degree at a small in-state college. When moving day came, the two of you parted and fell out of touch. Seeing the two of you trapped in time together within the pages of a book made your heart sink. You always had feelings for Josh but you refused to risk your friendship. A wave of regret washes over you and you’re overwhelmed by a sense of loss as you become caught up in thoughts of what could have been. You sulk for a moment, chewing your bottom lip just before you hear footsteps moving towards the garage door, causing you to haphazardly toss the old yearbook back into the box and you pretend to busy yourself with a container of christmas ornaments. Josh jumps off of the doorstep into the garage and lands with a thud on the cement floor.
“Alright Birdy, the grill is clean”, he says, dusting his hands off against each other before placing them on his hips, “What are we looking for in here?”
You stand up from where you were leaned over and motion around to all of the clutter lining the shelves in front of you, acting as though you hadn’t spent all this time reminiscing about your years spent with Josh. “I’ve found some pillows for the patio furniture, but I can’t find my vase”, you sigh, trying to sound exasperated.
Josh roams around, peeking into a few boxes and pulling out various items. “I bet I’ll find so much cool stuff in here. What color is the vase?”
“This isn’t a garage sale, Josh”, You walk past him and kick at his foot as he tries to trip you, “It’s beaded opal and it’s older than you are so be careful.”
“Hey, hey, hey, that’s not how this works. Finders keepers, Birdy, finders keepers.”
You toss half-deflated basketball in his direction and drag the loft ladder out from the corner of the garage, lining it up with the grooves in the wood above you.
“While you’re down here twiddling your thumbs, I’m going to check the loft.” You say, shaking your head at him.
To your dismay, the only thing hiding in the loft is your dad’s old sports gear. Tennis rackets and balls, golf clubs, and a single roller blade which you laugh at and toss to the side. You decide there’s no use in digging around anymore and maneuver yourself carefully back to the edge of the loft. Adrenaline causes the sensation of prickles down your spine as you drop your left foot and fail to make contact with the ladder you had placed only moments before.
“Going somewhere, Birdy?” Josh snickers. Looking back over your shoulder, Josh is standing with his arms crossed and a mischievous smile spread across his face.
“Josh put the ladder back!” You whine.
“Sorry, doll, looks like you’ll have to find another way down.”
“Seriously, Josh! I don’t have time for this. There is no other way down.” Once again your face burns red but this time, out of frustration. You turn yourself around on the edge of the loft, allowing your feet to dangle. The drop really isn’t far, being that your father built the loft and he isn't the tallest of men. Regardless, you’re not about to jump down. Josh lets out a belly laugh that further fuels your fire.
“I guess you’ll just have to hop on my shoulders then. Otherwise you’ll be stuck up there forever.” he says, throwing his hands out and shrugging. Still with that sneaky smile painted across his pretty face.
“Josh, I am not getting on your shoulders for christ sake!” You huff. “I’m literally wearing a skirt.” You motion to your outfit and Josh looks you up and down, sparking a strange heat somewhere deep inside.
“Oh, give me a break, Birdy. It’s not like I have eyes in the back of my head.” He looks you over once again and you feel your blood running hot.
“Fine.” You huff, scooting as close to the edge as you can get. “You better not drop me, Josh.”
“Ye of little faith.” He says, beaming a winning smile as he turns and backs himself to the edge of the loft, reaching his hands up for you to steady yourself on.
Placing your hands in his, you drag yourself onto his shoulders. Your skirt drapes over his back and scrunches up at the front, leaving your heat flush with the skin of his neck. You let go of his hands and rest yours atop his head. His own hands find their place on top of your thighs and the contact makes your heart race.
“Let’s go for a spin, shall we?” he says, giving your leg a squeeze.
“No! No, no, no!” A shrill squeal leaves your mouth and you can’t stop yourself from laughing as Josh begins to spin in circles with you on his shoulders. He dips and weaves, acting as though he might drop you, but you stay steady nonetheless. Between fits of laughter from the both of you, you tap the top of his head and beg: “Josh, please put me down, I’m getting scared!”
“For someone claiming to be scared, you sure are laughing a lot.” Despite his rebuttal, he backs up to the hood of the chevelle and squats down to allow you to shimmy away off of his shoulders.
“I’m scared of heights, you know.” You scold, smoothing your skirt back down over your legs. Before you can move, Josh spins around and places his hands on either side of you, entrapping you between him and the car. His face is dangerously close to yours as he flicks his tongue across his bottom lip.
“You know you liked having my head between your legs.” his voice is barely above a whisper as his gaze locks onto your lips for a split second before his eyes meet yours.
“J- Josh…” completely taken aback, his name is all you can manage to stutter. In all the years you had spent getting to know him, you had never seen him act like this; especially towards you. A devilish smirk adorns his luscious, pouty lips from corner to corner as he becomes aware of the effect he’s having on you.
“Tell me I’m wrong, Birdy.” he says, shifting his head slightly to the side, taking a closer look at you. His hot breath fans across your face and you feel a warmth beginning to pool between your legs. Your mind is racing as you search for words but your mouth falls short. You say nothing at all, staring at him in disbelief.
His left hand finds its place back on your thigh, a respectable distance from the hem of your skirt, but the way his hand feels pressed against your skin causes you to squeeze your legs together, begging for pressure against your already throbbing core. He leans in impossibly closer and nudges your nose with his own, tilting your face up slightly before repeating himself.
“Tell me…I’m wrong…” He sounds breathless this time and his voice seems to tiptoe over every nerve in your body. You shake your head, dying to close the space between the two of you. Without hesitation his lips crash into yours and you find your hands tangled in his satin soft curls. He slides his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss.
He moans into your mouth as your tongues meet and his hands begin to find frenzy in touching your body. His right hand is now resting on the small of your back, holding you steady while his left hand has disappeared under your skirt, gripping your hip as though he’s afraid you’ll slip away. Your entire body is on fire under his touch and you feel the desperate need to have him even closer. You bite down gently on his lip and his moaning in response sends you deeper into your spiral.
“Easy now, Birdy,” he mutters between kisses “you know I’m weak for you.”
A giggle barely escapes you as you drag your teeth across his lip once more. This time, he takes his hand from behind your back and spreads your legs as he pulls your hips down to meet his. You gasp as you feel his erection press into your sensitive core. Josh pulls away, scanning your face as his own takes on an expression of concern.
“I’m so sorry, Birdy. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He puts distance between the two of you now, fearing that he’s pushed things too far.
“No, it’s okay” you breathe out, taking his hand in yours, “it’s fine, I like this side of you.” Your voice trails off, lacking confidence in what you’ve just said, but the confession brings another wave of heat to your cheeks and your eyes rest on his hand where you’re drawing circles with your thumb. He chuckles softly and closes the space between you once more.
“Well, in that case…” his voice falters as he begins trailing chaste kisses down your neck. You inhale with a hiss as he nips over the sensitive skin of your collar bone before smoothing it over with his tongue. You’re growing hotter by the second and at no will of your own, your hips buck into his, seeking touch where you need it the most. His palms are sweaty as he slides his hands up your skirt, one of them resting on the crease of your thigh while the other begins to play with the lace of your thong. Your own hands race underneath his shirt, wrapping around him and stroking his toned belly, relishing in the softness of his skin.
“Can I touch you, mama?” The new nickname nearly pushes you over the edge. This is it. This is desire.
“Please, Josh” you whine.
“Please what, Birdy?” He’s teasing now, and you’ve got no time for it. You take hold of his hand and guide his fingertips under the hem of your panties, leaving hardly any distance between his fingers and your aching pussy.
“Please touch me, Josh.” You sound whiny, but your request is one he is happy to oblige.
His fingers dip into your folds, soaked with arousal. A moan escapes your lips as your head falls forward onto his shoulder.
“Jesus, mama. You’re so fucking wet. Is all of this for me?” he swirls his fingers across your clit and you bite into his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. Every movement is winding you tighter and tighter and yet again your body is bucking into his, searching for release. He slides two fingers into your core, expertly tapping against your g-spot, and you aren’t able to stop yourself from crying out his name this time. His lips find yours again as he begins to pump in and out of you at a sickeningly sweet pace.
Mindlessly, your own hand wanders to the waistband of his shorts and pops the button open. His kiss swollen lips leave yours for only a moment as you press your palm into his throbbing erection.
“Fuck, Birdy, you’re driving me crazy” he moans out. Between Josh pushing himself harder into your hand and the sensation of his fingers gliding in and out of you, you can feel your orgasm building. Your mind is buzzing as Josh moves his free hand up into your shirt, pleased to find no bra in place. He rolls your hardened nipple between two fingers and as you throw your head back, groaning in absolute pleasure, he sinks his teeth into your earlobe and pulls deliciously at the delicate skin. You try to remain as present as possible in the physicality of it all but you lose yourself all too quickly in the bliss that's begging to bubble over.
“Josh, I’m so close” you mumble into the side of his face, unsure if your words were comprehensible, let alone if he heard you. As you continue to rub against his cock, the two of you become a symphony of breathless moans.
Three sharp knocks at the front door yank the both of you back to earth. You’re frozen, eyes locked on each other, not saying a word. Three more knocks ring out, this time, with the addition of a woman's chirpy voice.
“Y/n! Are you home?” Your jaw drops the second you recognize the voice. Josh’s mom. “Y/n? I’m looking for Josh, if he’s still here!” Josh pulls his fingers out of you, immediately causing you to cry out. You shoot him a look of panic as you shove his shoulder, frantically pushing past him, sliding off the hood of your dad's car.
“Be right there!” you call out as you readjust your clothes. Josh pulls you back into him, pressing your ass into his still there erection, and giggles into your neck.
“What’s wrong, Birdy? Don’t want my mother to hear you scream my name?” he brings his hand back up underneath your skirt and resumes rubbing circles into your clit outside of your panties. You grab his hand and turn to face him, fear drawn all over your face.
“Are you fucking crazy, Josh?”
“Depends on who you ask.” He smirks, trying and failing to hold onto you as you break free from his grasp and run back into the kitchen area.
You glance into the mirror hanging behind the dining room table and are mortified to find a cluster of purplish red marks along your collarbone. You do your best to tame your hair and use it to hide the evidence Josh left behind. Hands still shaking, you open the front door.
“Hi, Mrs. Kiszka!” you beam as you step out to hug her. Josh’s mom is an absolute angel and was a treasured soul within both your family and your entire neighborhood. She’s someone you even considered to be a role model as you were growing up.
“Hi, sweetie! I didn’t know you were visiting home!” she smiles, “Josh saw your car in the driveway and ran straight over. Is he still here?”
“H-he is! He…was helping me clean and organize a small cookout for my birthday tomorrow.” You’re practically boiling over with anxiety, hoping she can’t somehow sense the hot, sweaty mess you were just in with her beloved son.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, honey! I’m sure it will be beautiful.”
Footsteps approaching from behind send a wave of relief over you as Josh appears beside you to take his share of the heat. In his hands, your beaded opal vase.
“Here you go, Birdy, found that vase you were looking for.” He says, handing it over to you. You take the vase in your hands, staring at it with your mouth slightly agape. Where the fuck did he find this?
“Hi, mom.” He cheeses the biggest, goofiest grin in her direction.
“Dinner is ready, if you’d like to come eat!” Mrs. Kiszka offers, starting down the steps of your front porch.
“I’ve got some take out that I picked up on my way into town, but thank you!” you chime, genuinely appreciating the offer. As she makes her away across the lawn and back to her house, Josh follows suit.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Birdy, don’t miss me too much.” He calls out, spinning around to make eye contact with you as he places his fingers, the ones that had previously been buried knuckle deep inside of you, into his mouth for a long, slow suck. He makes an exaggerated “mmm” face as you stand gawking at him, and throws you one last wink before disappearing behind the tall white picket fence.
PART 2 IS POSTED! Read it here 🤍
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Two clans, alike in status have always fought over something so insignificant you could never wrap your head around it. The Gojo clan and the Zen’in clan have always been at each other's throats for as long as they have existed.
And you were __ Gojo.
The half-blood of the Gojo clan; a disgrace to the family. An unsightly bug that walked the surface of the earth. The only reason you were allowed into the family register was the fact that you possessed six eyes and the ability to use infinity. It is not like you had much of a choice either way. You had nobody left outside of your paternal family, and your mother? Well, that is a story for another time. However, the power of the Gojo clan is absolute, and so is the Zen’in clans. You were dragged into the world of nobles, without any prior knowledge.
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That’s why you were here, at this mundane masquerade ball. All nobles and high-class people were the same. The sound of glasses clinking and empty chatter filled the air and halls of the ballroom. You trudged through the ballroom, escaping the empty banter of those around you. Your head throbbed from all of the bright lights and the noisy ballroom. You find a terrace nearby and head there for refuge, shocked to see someone was already standing at the edge of the terrace.
You look at the person’s form deducing that they’re a young man around your age. You walk up to the edge of the terrace, grabbing a box of cigarettes from your pocket. Leaning on the terrace railing, you grab a lighter from your pocket. You lazily light up the cigarette between your lips, exhaling a puff of smoke shortly after. You turn to the stranger next to you.
“Would you like a cigarette?” you uttered, your voice barely audible.
He nods in agreement before taking one of the cigarettes between his slender fingers.
“May I use your lighter?” the man inquired before you handed your lighter over to him.
You both shared a comfortable silence before finishing your cigarettes.
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“What brought you here to the terrace?” You ask, staring into the landscape in front of you.
“I don’t like parties very much” he mumbled, turning his gaze towards you. “Neither do I, they’re quite bothersome in my opinion.” You blatantly stated as you turned toward the man standing next to you.
“I only come here because I’m forced to go.” You added.
“It’s an annoying thing we must do, unfortunately.” He replied, you nodded your head in agreement.
“The night sky looks quite beautiful tonight, others may say it’s boring but I find beauty in its simplicity.”
His eyes lit up hearing this statement. From that moment forward you shared a fruitful conversation with him. You don’t know how or why but you clicked with him instantly.
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Your conversation with him was cut short as a shrill voice was heard outside the halls. It was your stepmother. You looked around frantically trying to find where she was before bidding the male goodbye.
“May I ask for your name?” You asked the black-haired male. “It’s Megumi, and you?” “My name is _.
You dashed off the terrace before making your way into the hallway to meet your stepmom there. “Where have you been, you insolent brat?!” Her shrill screams fill the ballroom as she speaks. “I was only looking for the restroom-” A harsh sting on your cheek and ringing in your ears cut you off. The taste of blood seeping into your mouth, this familiar sensation, the one of being slapped.
“Stop lying to me! You’ve been smoking again haven’t you?!” You stared into the woman’s eyes, face remaining expressionless.
“OH! For goodness sake just say something from that damned mouth of yours for once!”
You remained silent, listening to her harsh words as you walked out of the building. On the way out and the car ride back to the estate, you didn’t dare to open your mouth. This was a regular occurrence. Your stepmother hated your guts, for reasons you don’t know. Keeping quiet and never showing emotion was the only way to survive in the Gojo household. Never talking back was the one way to be left alone. Never showing emotion was to never give them the satisfaction of truly winning.
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As soon as you arrived back at the estate, you were escorted by your kind and loving maid, Marie.
“Young Miss! What on earth happened to your face?!” exclaimed Marie as soon as she saw your swollen cheek. “My stepmother.” You deadpanned before climbing up the stairs.
“I’ll run a bath for you while I fetch an ice pack,” she stated before escorting you to your room.
The sound of running water soon filled the room as steam surrounded you and left a fog in its path. You slipped into the balmy water, letting the warmth of the bath take over you. The warmth seeps into your bones as you submerged yourself in the water. The world turns black and it’s silent; you're at peace. The silence turns into ringing and the black fades into nothing. Your escape from the real world has always been by distracting yourself with trivial things.
Marie bursts into the room, quickly pulling you out of the water and placing the ice pack on your inflamed cheek. She scolded you for putting your head underwater, but all you did was nod in agreement.
After washing up, you change into your nightgown and sat outside on the balcony of your room. You get up and look for a cigarette before lighting it up in between your fingers. You place it between your lips, letting the nicotine rush to your head. A fuzzy warmth clouds your senses as you finish one after another.
You stop the nth cigarette, before flicking it out on the ground. You stare up at the night sky, remembering the brief conversation you held with Megumi. A slight smile is found on your face as you remember the exchange between the two of you. It wasn’t unpleasant, in fact, it was quite the opposite.
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At the same time, a certain dark-haired male remembered you. He stared up at the blank ceiling of his bedroom, recalling your interaction with him. He wonders if he’ll ever meet you again, knowing that the chances are slim.
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It would take something only short of fate for the two of you to encounter each other once more, but it seems like fate has something cruel twisted up in it’s pocket this time.
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Jaytimkon high School fic???? Maybe with popular skater boy Tim 🥺🥺🥺
Sending love and inspo!!!
i adore hs aus xD i did reference skater tim, though maybe not the popular part so much ^^;
i decided to go established timkon & pre-jaytimkon for this one~ i hope you like it!! thank u sm for the prompt <3
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“Oh my god, Tim. Just ask him out already.” Kon hisses, startling Tim out of his thoughts.
Or. Well.
He wasn’t really thinking so much as he was stealing glances across the library, where Jason has his nose buried in a book. He always does. Even at lunch, Jason doesn’t really sit with anyone; just picks an out of the way table to read while he eats.
It’s cute. Especially when he gets really into it, and forgets he’s in public; mouthing the words, making faces, even uttering soft noises.
Tim would feel bad about sneaking glances if he didn’t know Kon’s been doing the exact same thing.
“I— The whole school knows we’re dating, Kon.”
“I’ll go with you.” Kon shrugs, twirling a pencil between his fingers. “So he knows it’s chill.”
Tim glares. “Then why can’t you ask him out?” he hisses. Tim’s not the only one crushing, here. Why does he have to be the one to ask?
Kon rolls his eyes. “Because I asked you out,” he says, like that has any bearing on anything whatsoever. He pauses, then adds, “Also, you liked him first.”
“Yeah, which means you have experience.” Tim chooses to ignore the second part.
“Also means you’re in desperate need of some.” Kon rolls his eyes. Tim pouts at him, but Kon stares back at him, unimpressed. “Dude. You are like… one more longing sigh away from leaving him anonymous love letters. Just ask him out.”
Huh.
Love letters… Tim hadn’t thought about that angle. Jason’s social media presence is pretty sparse, except for a book blog he updates two or three times a week. Hadn’t Jason said something about the secret admirer trope in romance a bit ago? But was it positive or negative…? Hm.
“Oh my god. Babe.” Kon put his face in his hands. “That’s not a suggestion. Please don’t make me call Cassie.”
Tim stills. If Kon calls Cassie, it’s really only a matter of time before Cissie and Bart get involved. And while it’s possible they could take Tim’s side— Tim doesn’t want to listen to it.
“We could sign the letter?” he offers anyway.
“Tim.”
Ah. Kon’s no-bullshit tone has entered the chat.
Fair enough. Tim would probably end up spending weeks just trying to compose the damn thing before giving up entirely. Fine. Okay. Tim can wing it. He’s great at that.
He drags his hands down his face. “Okay. Fine," he says. "I can do that."
Kon pats his arm. “You’ve got this, babe.”
Tim appreciates Kon’s confidence, even if he doesn’t share it.
It takes Kon’s foot nudging his ankle for him to stand. The space between their tables seems insurmountable, like Jason might as well be separated from him by an ocean. Tim looks back at Kon.
Kon, again, looks unimpressed. The raised brow and crossed arms are very Ma Kent. Tim almost tells him so, but thinks better of it. Instead, he turns.
Okay. Ask Jason out. Tim can do that. He’s done scarier. Asking a cute guy out is nothing compared to getting his ass kicked at the skate park. Besides, he knows Jason. He’s the only reason Tim passed English last trimester, after all, and he was… surprisingly patient about it. Well. It was a little rough at first, but. Then something shifted, and it got easier, and Tim. He’d thought he’d liked Jason before, but actually getting to talk to him—
Well.
Maybe Kon had a point about his pining.
At least if Jason rejects him, he'll be nice about it.
The insurmountable gulf between them is surmounted in but a few measly seconds—just barely long enough for Tim to get his bearings. His heart is still beating a touch too fast.
Jason looks up from his book. “Can I help you?” Tim can’t help but think he looks like a disgruntled cat. It’s cute. His expression shifts, a little, when he realizes it’s Tim. “Oh. Hey, Timmers. Need somethin’?”
Now or never. “Yeah,” he says. He grips the back of an empty chair, just to have something to do with his hands. “Do— Kon and I were planning on getting ice cream after school today. We were… wondering if you wanted to come?”
Confusion creases Jason’s brow. “That… I wouldn’t want to intrude on your date,” he says slowly.
“You wouldn’t be,” Tim says, immediately. “You— We want you there.” He pauses, and then, to clarify, adds, “On the date. ‘Cause. It’ll still be a date, if, um. If you’re okay with that.”
Jason looks at Tim. Then he looks over at Kon, who winks.
Huh.
Tim’s never seen anyone turn that shade of red before. The color paints all the way down Jason’s neck, and under the collar of his uniform. “I—“ His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. He looks nervous. Tim can relate.
He pulls the chair out with his foot, sitting. “I know it’s probably kind of sudden,” he says. “Um. You can say no, if you want to. And—um. If you need more time to think about it, that’s okay too. We can go out another day.” He pauses, the wheels of his mind spinning. “It’s not a trick, either. I promise.”
He almost holds out his pinkie, because he’s embarrassing like that, but. He manages to stop himself.
Jason’s mouth works a couple more times before he finally manages, “I’d like— Ice cream sounds good.”
Tim sinks back into his seat. His cheeks ache from his grin—he’s pretty sure he looks like an idiot, but. He doesn’t really care. “Cool,” he says.
Jason smiles back. “Cool,” he repeats, softly.
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hatsunevitu · 9 months
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psst is it okay if I ask for some stutters headcanons that u have? need inspo and I get a lot of it from this blog <3
OMG SURE!!! THANKS!!!
mannn stutters is my second otp and i have so many thoughts on them!
first of all, this whole ship is about contrasts. the popular kid x weird kid, the generally normal x the fucked up, the one who tries to be straight so badly x the one who is obviously fruity, and so on, so on…
and i’ll write a whole post abt them and their dynamic a bit later, so for now here are some little headcanons
• stan is always the one to invite butters to hang out with their friends’ group. he’ll never admit it to kyle or cartman but he genuinely likes having butters around, and he’s the only one who feels that butters is an essential part of their group. while others may forget him all the time, stan is the only one to constantly keep butters in mind all the time, especially when they grow older.
• stan actually sees butters as the “light spot” in his life. he knows that butters is messed up and has a lot of mental issues, but the way butters is always so naïve and, well, not spoiled yet just makes stan, who is pretty cynical, want to care for him more. (remember the pandemic specials where they went to make a stuffed toy or smth? stan was self-projecting, of course, but i do believe he still cared about butters while doing all this)
• stan feels that butters is the only one who could relate to his sexuality crisis, somehow. he wouldn’t make fun of him or act aggressive, he’d just simply accepted the fact that, well, stan might be bi, and he wouldn’t make a big deal about it.
• they share the same taste in media. they listen to similar groups, they watch the same shows, and they both have this eternal love for music. sometimes they play their guitars together, and butters is the first one to be allowed to hear stan’s own music when they are teens.
• stan mostly doesn’t have any respect for his father, while butters is terrified of his, so stan helps butters with actually standing up for himself in front of his parents. sometimes (as teens) they can run away from their parents, the farm, the punishments and all their friends for a day, and just sit calmly next to each other and enjoy a free day
idk if thats enough, i’ll probably add smth more later!!!! hope i helped <3!!
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mallory-x · 2 months
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Gaulcienne my beloved! What do you have cooking for them? Also super curious about the time bomb challenge one, if you want to answer that instead! Thank you!!!
I've already answered the Gaulcienne ask (here if anyone missed it), so here's the time bomb challenge wip!
So, this one is based on an actual subreddit (r/timebombchallenge) where people post clues for strangers to find everything from naked pictures of themselves to a chance to have sex. Basically Hob (u/hunter-hob) is going to end up racing another user (u/-the-magus-) to crack the clues to get the chance to enact Dream’s (u/hunted-dream) rape fantasy. It might be a bit dark for some people but it’s entirely consensual and exactly what Dream wants.
My inspo for the pics that Dream posted in his first challenge is from @awalkonthewildside who is absolutely gorgeous and my headcanon for Dream in lingerie.
Since I’ve only written 1k of initial setup with a fair bit of exposition explaining how it works, you may as well have the lot (and since it's a wip, it's still got at least one 'XXXXX' where I haven't found the right word yet):
Hob settles onto the sofa and opens his laptop, his favourite subreddit loading automatically. To most people he’s a respectable member of the local community, someone trustworthy and reliable, someone they could turn to if they felt bullied or harassed on campus, so he carefully keeps his online persona well hidden. He spends a lot of his time outside his studies on various kink forums, most of them dealing with real-world consequences that most kinksters would shy away from. 
One of his favourites is on his screen right now. The subreddit r/timebombchallenge, where users risk having their naked photos and explicit videos found by hunters like Hob, either physical flash drives to be located after a real world treasure hunt, or an online drive to be unlocked if the hunter can unravel a series of clues. Or, for those who need even more risky behaviours – some users promise to submit to a physical punishment for losing the challenge.
Hob’s eyes light up when he recognises the username at the top of the screen. He knows exactly what user u/hunted-dream looks like, can still picture the slow, sensual striptease he’d unlocked from his first time bomb challenge. u/hunted-dream had slipped open a black chiffon robe, revealing smooth, pale, unblemished skin, decorated with delicate jade green lingerie and elegant stockings. He’d stroked long, clever fingers over himself, teasing at the edges of the barely-there garments, before turning and snapping the garter straps against his lean arse. There had been more photographs too, all artfully shot, as u/hunted-dream bent and stretched and posed, teasing Hob with his lithe body and XXXXX bendiness. One of Hob’s favourites had been a frontal shot, revealing u/hunted-dream’s soft cock and hairless balls encased in a lace bodysuit. The man was clearly intelligent too – one of the most challenging puzzles Hob had seen on the subreddit yet, and one that had actually had him having to research online to complete at least one of them.
Hob scans the title on the latest post - [27M] [Red] [Hybrid] (online/mobile/ticket)
The title is unusual. Age and gender, obviously. Red means that this time, real, actual, life-ruining information is up for grabs. Full-on blackmail material, the kind that could destroy careers and relationships. u/hunted-dream is definitely escalating since his previous sharing of ‘green’ rated tasteful nudes and arty videos. The part that most catches Hob’s attention though, is the categorisation of the type of hunt on offer. ‘Online’ was usually just a series of shortened weblinks to decipher, resulting in a link to a private photo cache to download. ‘Mobile’ meant that it was a physical hunt, with a flash drive of pictures and information being carried around on the user’s person. In this case, Hob guesses that he’ll have to follow online clues to work out u/hunted-dream’s physical location to challenge him for the drive. The part that has him leaning forward in anticipation though, is the word ‘ticket’. That’s where things are going to get really interesting. A ticket was a different kind of reward. An extra level of control that the hunter can win. Most likely, it’s going to be an offer of sex. Hob clicks the post and reads on.
Hello, r/timebombchallenge. 
I hope you enjoyed my first challenge. Only two of you made it through my maze of puzzles – I wonder if more of you will make it if the stakes are somewhat higher?
This time, as well as the online clues, you’ll need to come and find me, if you can. Once you’ve caught me, you get to claim your prize. For most of you, that would be the flash drive containing my ID, my employment details, and my family’s contact information, as well as a series of explicit videos showing my full face as well as using a series of toys that will leave no one in doubt of my proclivities. For some of you, those braver and more honest about your desires than the rest – maybe you’ll get to make your dreams come true.
The rest of the message… the rest of the message is in Greek. Because of course it is! Of course this fucker who’d had him researching Latin poetry to access photos that barely counted as soft-core porn expects him to be able to read Greek for this next challenge. Hob grins and shakes his head as he copies and pastes the rest of the text into Google Translate. He has the whole weekend free, and he’s more than willing to travel if it means getting his hands on that cocktease of a twink. He hits enter on the webpage, only to find that apparently u/hunted-dream has posted half a page of absolute gibberish. 
Can’t be that easy, can it Hobsie?, he asks himself as he pastes the text into another document. If he’s honest, the pictures are only half of the appeal of this particular user. He’s always been attracted to intelligence and humour over just looks, and that this guy shares his kinks as well? This is the most fun Hob’s had in ages. u/hunted-dream is an arrogant brat by the tone of his messages across the whole of reddit, and Hob’s just itching to truly put him in his place.
o0O0o
Three hours later and Hob’s only cracked the first two parts of the code. The Greek text had turned out to be transliterated Latin, a section from Ovid’s Metamorphoses of all things. Hob’s Latin is rusty, but once he knew what he was looking at he’d managed to get the first weblink, which teased him with another arty nude photograph and this time, a series of numbers. Hob had groaned at that – as a PhD candidate in early modern history, he was at least familiar with Ovid who’d still been influential at that time, but anything with numbers or a hint of mathematics always threatened to bring him out in hives. Fortunately, it wasn’t a mathematical code but a cipher hiding a passage from Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus. 
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mostlymaudlin · 7 months
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For the writers ask meme: 15, 28, 29 :)
HIIII <3 TY FOR ASKING
15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?
omg it HAS to be We Can Live Forever. that would be so fucking fun. i need to andrew doing body rolls to call me maybe 😂 silly-ness aside, i think i drew a lot of inspo from teenage coming of age movies for it, so the scenes tend to have a more cinematic/movement-heavy vibe to them!
28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
omg always so embarrassing to do this hahaha. ok u should all know by now that i lead the @seasy33 fan club... syd makes me SICK every time. on the theme of "people who write andrew in a way that makes me want to chew on my phone" -- @alcego and @worldenough-and-time! do you guys want fic recs from these ppl? of course you do! straight from my bookmarks, heed tags:
not to blame for falling series by binarystars04 (@worldenough-and-time)
disuninvited by alcego
if you really love nothing by seasy33 [screaming and punching the wall etc]
anyway yeahhhh all three of these authors write an andrew that is just sooo, like, sensitive and hopeful? without stripping him of any of his strength or sharpness. or humor! yeah they never miss.
29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
oh this is such a cool question omg. i think i want to preface by saying that i really fucking love the way this fic ends and i dont think it NEEDS anything else. but i recently read "It never comes from your enemies" by spectaclesandbooks and i have been THINKING about the longstanding consequences of that one. WHEW, it was a doozy. andrew fucked up really bad and i was like feral for multiple hours afterward screaming "OF COURSE NEIL FORGIVES HIM" at everyone who half-listened to me lol. dont look at the comments i was being so weird hahaha. SO i think i would be really interested in a sequel that takes us further into the future, where neil's forgiveness is tested in some way. mostly so that i could really double down on "OF COURSE!!! OF COURSE HE WOULD.... HOW COULD HE NOT???" anyway yeah heed tags again lmfao but that was some good shit
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iwantyouinacage · 2 months
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Hi, ami!
Do you have any advice on how to write?
Where does your inspiration with writing the stories come from?
I love your prose, style of writing and the overall 'aesthetic' of your works. Like, the way you describe the setting and the overall scene just makes it so vivid to me when I'm reading.
My favorite work of yours is I.S.W.M.U.O.M.W.N, (im the anon who sent an ask about the symbolism in that fic, i really loved it 😫😫)
If you are to post your original works , I would really love it and would eat it up with no crumbs left I'm not kidding....
I've always wanted to write and take up English or Lit in college back thennn but i ended up not doing it because of the Big Bad Parents who didn't let me, they said there wasn't any money in writing. (Sorrryyy this is tmi)
But yeahhh, I love love love your works so much and it's been driving me to get back to writing and probably start my own blog!!
Thank you for reading!!! Ahhhhhhh
Hii anon, I apologize for taking so long to answer this, but I keep going back and reading your ask n my heart is so full of love n appreciation 💗 🥺💕💕💕
I'll add more under the cut ✂️
I wish I had some more concise advice, but I had an ask a while back where I kind word vomited some writing advice.
First, read. Read alot. Like, a lot. A wide range of things from different times and styles etc. The best way to learn is from looking back. The classics are classics for a reason.
The rest of the advice just boiled down to write! Just write!
Don't edit ur first draft, just get it all out.
Utilize visual organization of plots and make skeletons to follow ur works so u don't forget or lose track of ur wonderful ideas.
Anytime of day ur struck with inspo, jot it down! Even if it's just a word u can't get out of ur head, or a phrase :3 a line, anything!
The world needs ur stories. You already have a wonderful introspective and analytical lense in which u see works. Symbolism and deeper meanings, so I know you'd do wonderfully. I really do.
my inspo feeds from a mixture of my own life, lived expirences, nostalgia, and my chronic nightmares. I take inspiration from many many things. Virginia Woolf talked about seeing the author within the work, seeking him out in the text, and usually you'll find him !
A huge inspo of mine in a more concrete sense is Ottessa Moshfegh. She is my favorite author ever, til the ends of the earth hehehe 💕💕💕
Thank you so much for your interest and openness and curiousity. I have such a big space in my doll heart for u n ur asks hehehe
It's never too late to write or take a class. Alot of places have free local poetry nights, or writers workshops! Book clubs are also a great place to meet other writers/readers.
I'd love to read/see your blog anon, if you ever would like to share it 🥰🥰🥰 mwah ! Mwah!
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