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huntingcupid · 15 days ago

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BABAERO WITH LARA RAJ

dapat mo nang malaman na wala lang ang mga sinasabi ng makakating labi at bababaero pangalan ko sa kwento nilang walang pruweba puro lamang imbento oh bababaero bababaero bababaero daw ako

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⌗ CUPID — sorry no updates for like 3 days now, happy 300 followers!! :^)

being a single mom with no support is hard, definitely — you'd have to juggle taking care of your toddler whilst trying to finish shifts in your work, often times you'll bring your kid to work but you know how annoying it must be for your co-workers — so you searched endlessly online even asking other parents where they find babysitters

you didn't have much money, and the father of your kid didn't pay any child support which made making ends meets merely impossible, so life has been hell lately — the extra 100$ in your bank you used to find babysitters

here you are 2am still awake sipping on coffee that had long gone cold, working on a document due the next morning, you massage your temples trying to stay positive — you then come across a post on facebook

“babysitting only for 20$ an hour” it read — you immediately clicked on the link, sending you to an private message with a girl named lara raj, she seemed extremely young, almost like a college student, yet you shrugged and sent a text, eager to find someone to help you

[you]: hello, are you available for the following days, and what are your rates/rules.

the girl takes 30 minutes before responding, you didn't take it as weird since it is late — your phone then rings with a notification she had responded

[lararajj]: oh hi!, i am available, my rate is 20 - 25$ a hour depending on the kids age and conditions

[you]: great, my kid is very nice and obedient, he's only 3 years old, and he's starting to read and write

[lararajj] that seems good, ill see you in that day, just send me the address ^^

[you]: xxx.ave lot, 000 — thank you so much sweetheart

you smile to yourself, sighing out of relief — finally you'll have time to take an extra shift which will give you extra money, maybe you'd be able to buy the ipad your kid has been raving about

you finish typing on your laptop, and decide to start your day since it is almost 4am — you clean up and ironed your uniform hanging it neatly near your bed

you sit next to your kid, wiping away his sweat since you didn't have air-conditioning in the room, you teared up a bit feeling sorry for your son, before standing up and taking a shower

after the shower you get into uniform, the clock struck 7am and you woke up your son, feeding him some muffins you had bought last night — you got him ready and told him about lara, “you'll behave for her cause mommy would be gone for work, be a good boy okay?” your son nodded smiling at you, you melt feeling so proud of how much he has grown, how it felt like yesterday he couldn't even walk, “I'll be good mom!” he giggles

you wait about 30 minutes and hear the doorbell ring, a woman's voice at the other side of the door — you unlock the door as your son hid behind you, you held his hand tightly squeezing

“hello darling, lara right?” you confirm shaking the younger woman's hand, she smiles and flashes you her pearly whites, at that moment you felt a familiar heat in your tummy that you chose to ignore, “yes ma'am, your beautiful by the way” lara compliments as she enters the home

she settles on your sofa, waving at your son, he softly waved back earning him a smile from the woman, “lara I'm terribly sorry my house is quite the mess, but here's your first 20, ill be back by 9pm maybe, his bedtime is 7pm and everything you'll need is in the fridge, call me if you need anything” you explain the younger girl nods

lara couldn't focus at all, she was busy practically eye fucking you, her eyes trained on where your blouse was unbuttoned, showing your cleavage off — the girl had to just smile and nod

“your such an angel lara, thank you so much” you smiled softly, hugging the girl — “welcome, see you later then?” she asks you nod in response

your son runs up to you hugging you tightly as he says his goodbyes, “bye mommy” he pouts, “bye, behave okay?” your son nods before you leave the house, you sat on the driver's seat of your car, sighing contently

you drove to work, happy that you can focus and get extra pay, the radio played some pretty good songs, that made your mood better

work was a whole other story, tiring was an understatement, your jerk of a boss gave you so much work, well his work, you'd silently roll your eyes muttering a few cuss words — your fingers got tired from typing thousands of words, rather you decided to push through knowing your little boy was waiting for you

you often checked your phone, to see if lara maybe texted or called you, surprisingly nothing, but she sent a picture, one of your son laying in your bed, yet what you saw was lara's reflection in the mirror beside your bed, she really is a beautiful girl, you place your phone down focusing yet again on the work you still had to finish

hours ticked by painfully slow, you practically slouched over your laptop, well until it hit 9pm, the office was empty at this point, only your boss and another worker was in the building

you sign out, then headed for your car, driving silently, you hum as you wait in traffic, seeing a big red bee in the distance, jollibee, you thought of buying some food for both lara and your son — you pull up at the drive through ordering a chicken bucket and some adobo rice

after you drove home, you pull at the driveway, parking, you took your bags and the food inside – knocking lara opens the door, her attire changed or maybe she removed her jacket, she's now only wearing a tank top and her sweats — you search behind her but didn't see your kid

“oh he's asleep, i bought some ice cream earlier since he begged me” lara chuckles softly, you crack a smile sitting on the sofa, lara sits next to you getting the bag of food and placing it on the table

the house was practically shining with how clean it is, “thank you so much darling, this is too much” you frown slightly, the girl only gets closer to you till your thighs were touching, “i know it's hard raising kids by yourselves, it's the least i can do miss” lara says — “call me y/n, sweetheart” you replied taking her hand in yours squeezing it tightly

lara had a thing whenever you called her any name at all, gosh she couldn't even hide the tent in her pants, “i have to go to the restroom though” lara hastily says running to the cr, you were confused but just hummed

in the restroom lara pulled down her sweats, stroking her length — she whimpered, her tip red from how sensitive she was, “m-mommy” she whimpers imagining you helping her, imagining your breast wrapped around her dick

you hear the whimpers and rush to the restroom, concerned with the younger girl, “lara, darling are you okay there?” you asked knocking on the door, despite you asking at least 8 times she didn't respond, you grew more concerned, “lara I'm coming in okay?” you say

you open the door only to be met with lara, her sweats and boxers down, her hands pumping her cock, as she moaned your name, the girls face is flushed — lips quivering

“I'm sorry” she mutters yet her hands never stopped, you didn't know how to feel, rather you felt the need to help the girl out, it's your fault why she's needy now

“shh, come on lara” you whisper, removing her hands from her own rod, you get on your knees closing the door behind you two, you kiss the tip marveling at how big it is, “mommy” lara whines, pushing your head down, you choke around her length

saliva dropping from your mouth like a waterfall, she pushed your head deeper, hitting the back of your throat — your eyes roll back, gosh she tasted amazing, salty and tangy like, “you like that?, being a whore for my cock?” lara condescendingly teased, you whimper yet felt how wet it got you

each word that slipped out of her mouth felt like a spell, making you needier by the second, “fuck, I'm close — mommy please” lara pleads, you suck harder, licking her tip before you felt a gush of warm sticky fluid flooding your throat and mouth, “swallow, don't fucking spit bitch” — you obeyed like clockwork

lara pulls out of your mouth, her hands on your jaw, making you look up at her, she smirked enjoying how wrecked you looked, “mommy, you look amazing” she muses tracing over your lips slick with her release, she leads you both out to the sofa area, laying you down on the sofa as she removes your blouse

“shit these look perfect” she says staring shamelessly at your tits, her other hand massaging it as she removes your pants next, you were wet, it bled through your pants even showing a small patch of wetness, “you're so wet mommy” lara teased tracing over your lacy undergarment, “please lara” you begged

she smiles sweetly, finally removing yours underwear, her finger collecting the slick of your folds, circling your clit — you moan quietly biting your tongue, she pushes her dick in, making you whine as you felt her touch your womb, its been oh too long since you last had sex and this just felt amazing

“baby, please” you plead, lara smirks speeding up her thrusts, her grip tight on your hips, your breast bounced as she roughly thrusts in you — “fuck your cunt is so warm, mommy” lara grunts, her hands flew to your nipples twisting and tugging at them

lara could barely take it anymore, it felt like at any moment she would explode in you, “you like that huh? — fuck, you should be ashamed fucking your sons babysitter” lara husks as she pounded into you with reckless abandon — each hit she kept getting you closer and closer

“n-need to pull out” lara mutters not wanting to cum in you without permission, “no baby, please don't” you beg, lara's eyes lit up going rougher, leaving crescent moon shape on your hips due to her nails

a second later you felt her warm cum flood your senses, painting your insides white, with the sticky fluid — “mommy fuck!” she groaned, after a while she pulls out leaving you breathless and aching for her length

lara gave you a glass of water and helped you get dressed before she picked up her things ready to leave, “wait, darling — I haven't paid you yet” you rush next to her handing a pile of crippled 10s and 1 dollars

“don't need that, you already paid me enough tonight” lara chuckles, grasping your hands warming them before she left — you open your hands seeing 200$ in them sneaked by the younger girl, you smile

you knew she was gonna babysit for about three more days, and you'll get to pay her in more ways than money ;)

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starkwlkr · 1 year ago

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cherry flavoured | sebastian vettel

sebastian vettel x reporter!reader

based on the video of iker casillas and his gf during the 2010 world cup

she’s a long one <3 this was finished at 2:30 AM so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes (please do not request for part 2)

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2010

It was the last race of the season and you were nervous, especially for Sebastian. It was down to Fernando, Mark, Sebastian and Lewis, one of them was going to be them champion. It was your job to cover the race and conduct interviews before and after so this gave you a chance to speak with Sebastian and wish him luck. The media didn’t know about your relationship that had just become official a month ago.

Sebastian had asked you out before the Japanese Grand Prix. That day, you decided to make a deal with him. If he won, you would go to dinner with him. After 53 laps, Sebastian secured a win and a date with you.

While you finished up your interview with Lewis, Sebastian stood patiently to the side. He kept his eye on you, staring at how you talked with such confidence and passion. He loved how expressive you were, sometimes talking with your hands. After letting Lewis go so he could prepare for the race, it was Sebastian’s turn. He happily joined you.

“Hello Sebastian, how are you?” You asked, knowing already how he felt, but you had to do your job. The night before, you stayed in Sebastian’s room, that’s when he told you how nervous he was feeling.

“Good, excited, happy.” He replied, smiling at you.

“Well I won’t keep you here for very long—”

“Why not? I enjoy talking to you.” Sebastian interrupted. His smirk was making you weak and all you wanted was to drag him into a room and let him have his way with you, but you couldn’t at least not now.

Several questions later, Sebastian was still giving you that look making it hard for you to concentrate. It was the same look he gave you the night before when you and him were in his hotel room ripping each other’s clothes off.

“Alright, good luck Seb . . astian, sebastian sorry.” You apologized.

All Sebastian did was laugh at your mistake. Since nobody apart from Mark knew about your relationship, you couldn’t call him Seb. He nodded then mumbled an ‘I love you’ and left. You really hoped nobody could read his lips since you were still live.

You understood that Sebastian needed to concentrate before the race so you didn’t bother him. Soon, the race had started, almost instantly on lap 1, a crash happened. After the race restarted, you watched Sebastian keep his p1 position. When it came to the final lap, everyone was silent in the Red Bull garage where you were watching the race from. Sebastian crossed the finish line, but you still had to wait for the other four cars.

Lewis came in second then came Jenson. After confirming, it was clear that Sebastian had become world champion.

You and the team members of Red Bull made it to the podium ceremony. The German national anthem played as Sebastian soaked in the moment. He had made history by becoming the youngest world champion. After the national anthem finished, he tried to look for you in the crowd. When he finally did, he winked at you. Again, he was making you feel all sorts of emotions.

After the podium celebrations and posing for photos, the three drivers had to do threat post race interviews. You were in charge of being the first to interview the new world champion.

In the media pen, Sebastian spotted you getting ready for your interview. When you were done, he walked up to you with the biggest smile on his face.

“Congratulations Sebastian. How was it up there on the podium?” You asked.

“It was a dream, but now it’s reality.” Sebastian replied. “I just wanna thank all the people that supported me and you of course, you’ve been there for me.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Was Sebastian about to reveal your relationship?

“Well congratulations again, go celebrate this historic win—” Before you could finish your sentence, Sebastian placed both of his hands on your cheeks and brought you closer to him, placing a kiss on your lips. You could taste the champagne that had been poured of him by Jenson and Lewis. From the distance, Jenson cheered, making everyone turn their attention towards you and Sebastian.

Sebastian didn’t care that you were still live. All he wanted was to celebrate with his girlfriend. “I love you.” He mumbled against your lips. When he finally pulled away, he licked his lips. “Cherry, my favorite.” He smirked.

“You’re the worst.” You laughed. “I love you too, champ. Go, I’ll see you soon.” You practically had to push him away from you so you could continue with more interviews.

“I’ll wait for you!” He yelled as he walked away.

Then Jenson made his way to you since you were going to interview him next. “Do I get one as well?” He teased.

Of course you and Sebastian celebrated, how could you not? He had made history. After the famous kiss, you were sure that you were going to get fired, but nothing ever happened. You did get a warning to not do it again, which Sebastian reminded the FIA that it was his idea not yours resulting in him getting a warning too.

Over the years, you were there when Sebastian won, when he lost, when he moved to Ferrari. You comforted him when he realized he would never win a championship with Ferrari.

During the summer break of the 2019 season, you and Sebastian decided to get married. It was an intimate wedding with only close friends and family attending. The night of your wedding, Sebastian promised you that he would take you anywhere for a while so you could spend your honeymoon. Of course being an F1 driver and a reporter, it didn’t go as planned as a global pandemic hit. You assured Sebastian that you weren’t mad, you had traveled almost everywhere with him anyway.

After the 2020 season ended, Sebastian was now with Aston Martin. He had only secured one podium finish with the team, but you were still more than happy for him.

One day after media day had finished for the 2021 French Grand Prix, you and Sebastian were in the Aston Martin motorhome having lunch. You were talking about a new piece of furniture you wanted when your phone vibrated. You checked it and saw a picture of your friend’s baby that she had sent you.

“Look, remember my friend Jane? That’s her baby girl, aw she’s so adorable.” You showed Sebastian a picture of the baby. “I need to tell her to stop sending pictures or I might get baby fever.”

“It wouldn’t be such a bad thing, right?” Sebastian asked. “We’ve been together for eleven years, married for two.“

“I did always dream of being a mother. It would be fun to play dress up with our daughter or play with your toy cars with our son. Can you imagine that? They would call me mom . . holy shit.”

Sebastian thought about it. He was in his mid thirties, he already won four titles, that was enough for him.

“I guess this plays into what I’m about to talk to you next. . . I didn’t renew a contract for 2023 with sky sports.” You said.

“Are you going somewhere else?” He questioned.

“No, I didn’t sign anything with anyone. I just thought that it’s time for me to step back. Give someone younger their moment.” You replied. You made the decision a while ago even before the 2021 season started.

“But you love your job.”

“I can’t stay here forever, Seb.”

All day Sebastian had thought about your words. He couldn’t stay in formula 1 forever either. The younger generation had to have a go too.

At the end of the 2021 season, Sebastian had told you the news that he would be retiring at the end of the next season like you. You were sure him retiring was the result of your conversation, but he assured you that even before that he had considered retirement.

“So when are you going to announce it?” You asked.

“Soon. I want to enjoy winter break with you first.”

You and Sebastian spent the holidays in your home in Switzerland surrounded by family and friends. You weren’t even sure how it happened since you and Sebastian spent most of your time at home, but both of you ended up testing positive for covid. You assumed you contracted the virus when you went out for groceries.

The 2022 season had started and you and your husband were stuck at home quarantining. It wasn’t bad, it was just a normal day except you had medicine and empty tissue boxes scattered around the floor.

“Do you need another blanket, liebe?” Sebastian asked you. He touched your forehead feeling it not as hot as before.

You two were in your bedroom watching the Bahrain Grand Prix. You didn’t expect this to be the start of your last season, but at least you were with Sebastian.

“I’m okay, I’m thirsty though.” You sat up as Sebastian walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. Once he returned, he saw how sad you looked as you watch the race.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to miss it, but I’m happy that I get to be home with you.” You smiled weakly at him.

“We can visit whenever we want, liebe, and then one day we can visit with the kids.” Sebastian replied. “Here, drink.” He handed you the glass of water.

Soon enough, you and Sebastian were good to return back to the paddock. You felt refreshed and ready to officially start the season. You did your interviews, greeted your colleagues and then made your way to the Aston Martin garage where you were going to watch the race.

By lap 24, Sebastian was out. It broke your heart to see it, it was his first race back and he didn’t get a chance to finish it. He arrived back to the garage in a Marshall’s scooter making it a funny moment despite his dnf. He looked for you first.

“Are you okay?” You asked, running your hand through his messy hair.

“Good.” Was all that he said.

After doing some post race interviews, Sebastian waited for you in the Aston Martin motorhome. When you arrived, you noticed a plate of fruit and berries on the table. “I figured you didn’t get a break all day so eat. I made sure to get plenty of pineapple and strawberries.” He moved the plate closer to you.

“Thanks, it wasn’t that stressful today. Hopefully the next race is better for us.” You said once you sat down and started to eat the fruit. “No cherries today?”

“You and your cherries. Not today, liebe.” Sebastian grabbed a strawberry from the plate.

Eventually it was time to announce to the world of motorsports and media that Sebastian and you were retiring. You announced it first with a lengthy post on instagram with pictures of when you first started to now, you even posted the famous kiss that Sebastian gave you in 2010.

You received lots of comments and messages from family, friends and colleagues. It was nice to feel loved by them. The next day, it was Sebastian’s turn to announce his retirement. It started with him making an Instagram account then posting a video.

“I hereby announce my retirement from formula one by the end of the 2022 season.”

Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2022

You felt a giant wave of deja vu. Here you were back in Abu Dhabi only this time it would be the official last Grand Prix for you and Sebastian. You would still visit like Sebastian mentioned, but it wouldn’t feel the same.

You walked into the paddock with Sebastian holding your hand. You were greeted by photographers, fans that wanted to get pictures with Sebastian and several members of other teams that wanted to congratulate you and your husband on retirement.

First you went to the Aston Martin motorhome again since you were a bit tired. You sat at a table in the corner. For a couple of weeks now, you were keeping a secret from Sebastian. Your friend, Jane, was the only one who knew since she had gone through a similar experience.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sebastian asked as he noticed the tired look on you. “Want something to eat?”

“No I’m okay, I promise. It’s still too early for me to function I guess.” You dismissed it. “I’ll catch up with you later, I’m sure you have lots of people waiting for you.”

“They can wait. If you need me here then I’m staying, end of discussion.” He was about to sit down next to you, but you stopped him.

“Seb, no. I mean it, I am fine. Go.” You demanded.

Before he left, Sebastian placed a kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, he frowned. “Is that coconut? I thought you were going to wear the cherry one.”

“Change of plans.” You smiled. “Go, the team needs you.”

“Be careful, I’ll see you later.” He placed one more kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You reply as you watch Sebastian walk out. “I can just imagine how protective he’s going to be about you, baby.” You spoke to yourself as you looked down to your stomach.

You found out you were pregnant when Jane was visiting you in Switzerland. You had gone out to eat for brunch at a nice little restaurant. Immediately after arriving, the smell of eggs made you run to the nearest bathroom and vomit in the toilet. Jane had ran after you making sure you were okay.

“Fuck . . It’s the smell.” You confirmed.

“Babe, when was the last time you had your period?”

Jane’s question made you think back to your vacation with Sebastian a couple months ago. You and Sebastian couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

After taking a pregnancy test, it was confirmed that you were pregnant. You called your doctor to schedule an appointment. Sebastian wasn’t home so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in on you holding a pregnancy test. You weren’t sure how you were going to tell him, but you knew that he would be the happiest man on earth.

You were assigned to interview Sebastian immediately after the race while on the track. You were told that it would be a special moment for you two seeing as you were both leaving. Apparently Sebastian didn’t know this so that was another secret kept from him.

Sebastian stood beside you as he got ready. You held his helmet, your name printed on the side in a small font. “Remember when I won back in 2010?”

“No, remind me again?” You joked. “Of course I do. It was the night you kissed me in front of thousands of people on live tv.”

“It would be a shame if we didn’t recreate that.” He teased. “You know . . . for historical reasons.”

“I don’t want to get in trouble on my last day.”

“You’re no fun.” Seb rolled his eyes playfully. “Kiss for good luck?”

You then kissed the top of his helmet and shoved it in his hands. “Good luck.” You were about to leave, but Sebastian grabbed your hand and brought you back to him. “Fine.” You kissed him as if your life depended on it.

“I was hoping you changed your lipgloss to cherry.” Mumbled Sebastian after pulling away from you.

“You’ll live.” You gave him a chaste kiss then waited for him to put his balaclava. “I love you and I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Soon, the race was starting. Sebastian had started from P9. It was an exciting and emotional race for you and Sebastian. You didn’t want it to end, but you knew that Sebastian’s time in f1 was over.

By the end of the 58 laps, Sebastian had scored his last point in formula 1. You were content with the result even if he only scored one point. You were then directed to the track with a camera man and microphone in hand. As Sebastian did donuts on the track, you took your phone out to record his last moments. When he finished, you put away your phone. You didn’t even notice you were crying until a marshal gave you a tissue.

You thanked him and cleaned up as Sebastian made his way out the car to wave at the fans. Eventually Sebastian made his way towards you without his helmet and his racing suit hanging from his waist. You couldn’t start the interview without hugging him first so that’s what you did. Like in 2010, the camera filmed you and Sebastian as you embraced. You could hear the crowd cheering.

“You did so well. You made me cry.” You mumbled as Sebastian kissed your temple.

“You look pretty when you cry.” He let go of you since you needed to start the interview. He fixed your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

“Sebastian, wow, first off congratulations on your incredible career.” You began.

“I don’t know what to say. I feel a bit empty to be honest, it’s been a big weekend.” He looked at the crowd who were sad to see him go. He gave a speech that made you cry even more, which you blamed on the hormones. “I can say that you were always with me in the bad times and good times. Thank you for sticking with me.”

“Always.” You said, completely forgetting you were holding the microphone so the whole audience heard you.

Sebastian then thanked the fans for the messages and support he’s been receiving. It only made you want to cry even more so thankfully your interview was coming to an end.

“Congratulations, Seb. You deserve it.” You said and with that you and your husband hugged once more. “You’re coming home.” You sighed.

“You don’t sound too happy.” He teased.

“I am, trust me. That means you can help move some stuff around and redecorate the guest room.” You let go of Sebastian, but you still held his hand.

“Why would we need to redecorate the guest room?” He questioned.

“Because that’s our baby’s room.”

“Our baby? Really? You mean it?” His lips turned into a smile that he couldn’t wipe off. “When did you find out?”

“Weeks ago. I’m letting you know right now that if you ever make eggs around me, I will vomit so let’s not do that.” You laughed as Seb brought you in for a kiss.

Again, Jenson was cheering in the background like he did in 2010.

When Sebastian pulled away, he smirked. You had changed your lipgloss after all. “Cherry, my favorite.”

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artstennisracket · 3 months ago

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Fire and Ice read Thirst Tweets! ib: all the thirst tweet videos buzzfeed makes art donaldson x patrick zweig x tashi duncan :)

big shoutout to the lovely @diyasgarden for editing the thumbnail and making my idea come to life <3

cw: nsfw (18+), no smut but suggestive content

The bright lights of the studio were something Art had become accustomed to over the years. Many interviews and photoshoots later. But for Patrick this was all new. He wasn’t sure why so many people had gained interest in him after the challenger, but he wasn’t complaining about it. Now that Tashi was coaching him, and he and Art were playing doubles again, it definitely added to that garnered interest.

Today they’d be doing an interview together but it was completely unlike anything Art has ever done before.

“Hello! I’m Art Donaldson”

“And I’m Patrick Zweig”

“And we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets” Art finished.

When the Donaldson’s publicist had presented this opportunity originally, Art was confused . Who would be thirsting over two 30 something tennis players? To which Patrick responded, “We’re hot Art. Let’s just give the people what they want.” Tashi okayed it as long as they were on their best behavior, and with the stipulation that she gets to go over the final edit. Throuple rumors were at an all time high and while they weren’t necessarily incorrect, Tashi needed these rumors to die.

“I’m actually excited for this,” Patrick says leaning forward in his chair. Shuffling the cards with twitter screenshots in his hand.

Art shrugs, looking at the stack of cards in his hand, “I’m nervous? Why am I nervous?”

A producer off screen calls out, “Which one’s fire and which one’s ice?”

Art starts, “I-“

Only for Patrick to cut him off, “What do you think?” He smirks.

Cut.

Patrick reads his first card.

“@tennisluv3r says I need to climb Patrick Zweig like a tree. That was a pretty tame one, I don’t think that’s the first time I’ve heard that one,” he chuckles.

Art reads his first card.

“ @gaeulchild says Thinking about Art Donaldson backshots once again. Oh that picked up very quickly. I can’t tell if that means they want me to do that to them or they want to do that to me?”

“Probably both,” Patrick chimes in.

Cut.

“ @itoldyatshirt says Patrick Zweig is the kind of guy who would eat your food and your ass. That is bold accusation.” Patrick says, not being able to help the smile spreading across his face.

“But they’re right,” Arts adds nodding. Only for Patrick to start cracking up. That’s when Art realizes how that sounded, “About the food part!!!! About the food not the, yeah you get it.” Art sighs, faint blush dusting his cheeks. They were right about both parts.

Cut.

“@atpalltheway530 says Art is soooo fine, i need him BAD. Thank you but I think need is a strong word. There are so many other things you actually need like food and water.”

Patrick shoots Art an amused look, “Don’t invalidate their feelings man. Not cool.”

Art scoffs, “Whatever man.”

“@artstennisracket says I want my man to look at me the way Patrick looks at Art’s ass when they’re playing doubles,” Patrick laughs because it’s not not wrong. But he was under specific instructions from Tashi to not add fuel to the throuple rumours that were circulating. “That was a good one, I’ll give you that.” What else was he supposed to say?

Art shakes his head playfully, “So that’s what you’re doing back there? Instead returning serves like you’re supposed to?”

Patrick shrugs, “I’m only human.” He’ll deal with Tashi’s disappointment later, he was having fun.

Cut.

Art’s face contorts when he looks at the card, “Oh I can’t read this.”

Patrick shoves him playfully, “You have to, that's the challenge.”

Art looks over at Patrick, “There’s no challenge we’re just reading—“

“Just read it.”

Art sighs asking off camera, “Are we allowed to curse?” He gets a thumbs up from the producer who says, “We’ll bleep it out later.”

He takes in a breath, “@atptruther says I want Art Donaldson to fuck me with a tennis racket until I cum all over it and then he makes me clean it up… I don’t even know what to say to that.” He looks down at his hand, mimicking his grip on a tennis racket to remember the width, “I feel like that’s not even anatomically possible.”

Patrick wants to say That makes two of us, but that would mean certain death from Tashi. So he opts for the safer option, “Anything’s possible if you believe.”

Cut.

“@tacobacoyeet says Need to lick the sweat off Patrick’s abs post match, can I be his designated sweat licker? Is that a thing? While I am extremely flattered I don’t think that’s a thing,” He chuckles before signing to the camera and mouthing Call me.

Art laughs as he can’t even begin to comprehend the logistics behind any of these tweets but the next one is so astronomically long he has to ask, “You want me to read this whole thing?”

The producer replies, “As much as you want but reading most of it would be appreciated.”

He clears his throat before he starts,” @sceletaflores says no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor, to the toilet seat, from the dining room table, to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink, to the shower, from the front porch, to the balcony, vertically horizontally, quadratic, exponent, algorithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, forward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall— Okay I think I’m done. I have no response I don’t even know what half those math words mean.”

Patrick grabs the card from Art to read the rest, “Wow they were not playing around. I’m sorry I can’t stop laughing. So much effort went into this Art you should be appreciative to,” He glances at the card again, “Sceletaflores. C’mon tell them.” He says gesturing to the camera.

Art sighs side eyeing Patrick before he looks back to the camera to say, “Thank you @sceletaflores. I appreciate the effort you put into typing that out.”

Cut.

“@Anon5376 says All three of my holes are for the use of Patrick Zweig and Patrick Zweig only. I would let him use me everyday of the week and twice on days that end in Y. He definitely seems like the kinda guy who presses on your lower stomach while hes in you just to feel how deep he is ,” He hangs his head for a second to hide how much he’s smiling. It’s just funny because well, it’s true he does do that.

The faint blush on Art’s cheeks isn’t helping but it’s not Art’s fault. The sex flashbacks are running through his brain now. So Art laughs and hopes people assume that’s why his face is flushing. From all the laughter.

Patrick looks up at the camera forcing himself not to look at Art, “Wow I love the enthusiasm in that one.”

“People really tweet these? Like on the internet? For anyone to see?,” Art says.

Cut.

The producer starts, “Since everyone knows you two dormed together for 6 years at boarding school, we have a few tweets relating to the both of you so you guys can alternate reading them.”

Art and Patrick have a new stack of cards in their hands. So Patrick goes first, “ @artdonaldsonbabygirl says someone needs to invent time travel so I can give Art head while Patrick fucks me in their dorm room asap. I swear some of you guys are psychic. How’d you know?” Patrick laughs.

Art smacks Patrick’s shoulder with the cards he has, “Stop. We never did anything like that ever,” He turns to look at the camera, “He’s joking.”

Patrick nods smirking but holding up his hands in defense, “I’m joking, I’m joking.”

Cut.

Art goes next, “ @artdonaldsonbabygirl, wow two for one, says best believe if I went to that academy I'd have left a teen mum and wouldn't know which was the baby daddy. Okay well,” Art laughs this time. “Okay this was funny, but everyone should be practicing safe sex. And regardless we had no time for shenanigans at the academy. It was just school and tennis.”

“Who even calls sex shenanigans? What are you 80 years old?” Patrick snickers before he continues, “Yeah maybe you didn’t have enough time Mr. Goodie Two shoes, but I had more than enough time,” Patrick winks at the camera.

“And that’s why your grades were the way they were.” Art jokes.

Cut.

“Okay gotta save the best one for last,” Patrick says holding up the last tweet. This one had a picture attached to it.

“Oh my gosh, how did you guys even get this picture?” Patrick bursts out laughing, “I completely forgot about this specific moment. Even though, this was one of the best days of my life.”

Confusion leaves Art’s face as Patrick turns the card so Art can also see the picture. “Wait yeah how did you guys find this? I don’t remember anyone taking a picture,” Art asks chuckling.

“@compress1repress says Why were you doing missionary on the court in 2006? Well as you can see we’re just not big on doggy.”

If Art had water in his mouth, he would’ve spit it out, “Patrick!”

Patrick is itching to make a comment about how they actually did both this morning, missionary with Art and doggy with Tashi, but he refrains.

Cut.

“Thank you so much for having us Buzzfeed. This was really fun. You guys are so incredibly creative, we love it. Right Ice?”

“No this was actually very fun, I’m glad we agreed to do it. And you guys are amazing. We love you all. And I’m not calling you fire.”

Cut.

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gds-daisy · 1 month ago

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track 3: BANG BANG BANG

part 3 of made (atties version)

pairing: kwon jiyong x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!jiyong, sub!reader, fingering (fem!receiving), oral (fem!receiving), unprotected p in v sex, teasing, praise, dirty talk, pet names, angst, friends to lovers, cheating.

a/n: i am so honored to be part of this collab with some of my lovely writer friends so i hope you guys enjoy the fic! also, the end is fluffy which is unexpected especially since i was assigned bang bang bang, but i didn't want to throw away the entire plot so please don't kill me yall

Tonight was supposed to be a distraction from reality…more specifically from your boyfriend, Jake.

He had been acting like a dick all week and you didn’t know what his deal was. The two of you were supposed to go on a date tonight that had been planned weeks back, but he was already 15 minutes late. Maybe he had gotten stuck in traffic or maybe he was still getting ready. He wouldn’t stand you up, would he? Wrong.

When another agonizing 10 minutes passed by, you knew something was up. Sure he was sometimes late when it came to picking you up, but he never blew you off entirely. This was unlike him, that much you knew for sure. That’s why you had sent him a chain of texts to make sure everything was okay.

“let me know if you’re running late”

“how far away are you?”

“did you forget about our date?”

“hello?”

Nothing. Not a word.

Okay fair enough. Maybe he really was on his way and couldn’t text you back. After all, he had to be careful while driving so he wouldn’t get into a car accident or any other serious situation that would prevent him from not being able to make it to your apartment. Perhaps calling him would be a better alternative.

As you pressed on the phone icon next to his contact, you could feel yourself become more worried. The trilling sound that came from the phone was practically mocking you. Just as you were about to hang up entirely upon the second to last ring, the trilling stops entirely.

“Hello?” Jake answers groggily.

“Hey! Are you on your way? I mean it's already 7:30 and you were supposed to be here about 25 minutes ago,” you remind him, trying not to get so worked up so quickly.

“Shit that was tonight?” he asks as if it’s the first time he’s hearing about this.

“Please tell me you’re joking,” you say with a frustrated look on your face as your hand finds its way to your forehead, now rubbing away at your temples.

“Look I’m so-” he starts to say but just before he can finish, he’s cut off by a feminine voice in the background.

“You can join me in the shower if you’d like, baby,” you hear the voice say.

And just like that, you felt your heart sink within a matter of seconds of hearing those words. You didn’t know if your ears were playing a cruel joke on you when you heard the pet name escape the girl’s lips on the other line. No. It couldn’t be. This had to be a dream…a really fucked up dream. What you just heard wasn’t a misunderstanding, but you desperately wanted it to be more than anything. Sure, he had been an asshole to you sometimes, but this? This was a new low even for him. This was the same man who told you that he wanted you and only you forever…the same man who had told you not even three weeks ago that he wanted to marry you one day. But he was also the same man who had just made you look like an idiot. God, how could you be so damn blind? Now it all made sense…the way he had been distancing himself lately, the way he stopped complimenting you, the way he started giving you less than the bare minimum. You had cried over him so many times when he treated you like shit but would always want to be in his company whenever you had those crying episodes. It made no sense whatsoever.

That’s when a switch went off in your brain. He would never change. The cycle was constant, especially these past few months. He was constantly making you feel like you were in the wrong for feeling the way you did about certain things he did. It seemed like no matter how many times you told him how you felt about his unacceptable behavior, the more he would indulge in it. Not only did your sadness build up these past few months, but so did your anger. You couldn’t even count how many times you had gone to bed angry at him while he didn’t have a care in the world about how you felt. The next part of the cycle was you begging for the two of you to fix things. You hated begging for the bare minimum, and it was starting to get draining. As much as you always wanted to resolve issues whenever they arose, it was starting to be a more common occurrence than not. You were done.

“Don’t you dare even try to explain yourself,” you seethed with venom that was practically dripping from your voice.

“Baby please! It was a stupid mistake!” he pleads.

“The only stupid mistake made here was me wasting so much time on you,” you angrily say before hanging up on him entirely, not letting him have the last word for once.

You still couldn’t believe it had come to this. It was just too much to take in. On one hand you felt angrier than all hell, but on the other hand, you were in mourning. The guy you had once known was now just a stranger. A ghost of his former self. You should’ve seen this coming especially with all the telltale signs being right in front of your face, but like an idiot–you had chosen to ignore them even when it didn’t serve your best interests at heart. You had fallen for his whole “I-want-to-change-just-for-you” act. Hell, you were even an investor.

The anger and sorrow were now plaguing your mind and heart. You couldn’t take it. You needed a distraction…a healthy one. One that would ease your mind even if it were just for a few hours at most.

That’s how you found yourself at your best friend Jiyong’s apartment for an early in the week movie night.

Jiyong and you had been best friends for years. You guys met at YG Entertainment when both of your groups were preparing for their respective debuts in the music industry. To say that period of your life was stressful would be the understatement of the century. It was filled with dance lessons and vocal practices that would drag into the long hours of the night. But that's what brought you and Jiyong closer together. Both of you shared the same experiences which brought great comfort to one another. Before you knew it, you had started hanging out with him outside of the walls of YG Entertainment. Whether it was a laughter filled movie night on his couch or a night out on the town, you always had a fun time with Jiyong.

There was something about it that made it so special. Maybe it was the fact that you could be yourself around him or the fact that you guys were always able to find new movies to watch, even if they turned out to be god awful. It also gave you something to look forward to each week, especially if it was a rough week. It was the only sense of normalcy you had ever known.

“We’ve got options tonight!” you hear Jiyong say from the hall before entering his room.

“I swear to god if you suggest The Human Centipede again, I will kill you myself Kwon Jiyong,” you warn, loud enough for him to hear.

“You know I was joking!” he responds back.

“Mhm sure you were, Ji,” you say with a scoff. “Now tell me what your brilliant mind has come up with this week”

“I was thinking we could watch either Scream, The Conjuring, or Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” he suggests.

“Wow Ji, you’ve outdone yourself this time,” you say with a laugh, no malice behind it.

“And I’m almost offended…now pick,” Jiyong says.

“Let’s go with Scream…can’t go wrong with Skeet Ulrich. I mean have you seen that man?” you ask him rhetorically, a smile now spread across your face. If you weren’t completely caught up in your laughter, you would’ve noticed the look of disappointment that had taken over Jiyong’s once calm face. He knew it was stupid to be upset about, but that didn’t stop him from feeling that way. Jiyong knew he probably wasn’t your type, which always left a pit in his stomach. I mean for god's sake; he was in love with you. How could he not be? You made him feel like he mattered when nothing else did. You were his confidant, his support system, and most of all—the woman he loved. He hated feeling this hopeless. He had fame, money, and you…but not in the way he wanted. He wanted all of you, but he knew he never would be able to so what was the point of telling you at all?

Shaking off his thoughts, he put all his focus back into the present moment. “Alright let’s get this movie night started!” he says, hoping it seemed enthusiastic enough to you so you wouldn’t suspect that anything was wrong. When you didn’t respond, he almost felt relieved. He let out a sigh before he drew his eyes to the screen and dug his hand into the bowl of popcorn, hoping the movie would distract him from this fucked up reality.

The final act of the movie had you on the edge of the sofa. All hell had broken loose as Skeet Ulrich’s character Billy was revealed to be the killer when he shot Randy and sent him flying through the table. The sound of the gun going off scared you half to death and made you jump backwards into Jiyong’s arms. His arms cradled yours in response and looked at you to make sure you were alright. “Are you okay?” he softly asks, the sound of the movie becoming nothing more than pure background noise.

“No! He just shot Randy!” you let out melodramatically.

“I totally saw that one coming…I mean how could you trust a guy with greasy hair like that?” he scoffs. All you could do was playfully slap his arm in response. “I really thought he was innocent, not to mention he betrayed Sidney too,” you pout.

“So, are you Team Randy or Team Billy then?” he asks out of curiosity.

“I have no idea, Ji. I mean Billy’s hot, and Randy is sweet and geeky. It’s hard to choose. What about you?”

“I would have to say I’m Team Randy here,” he says without hesitation.

“And why’s that?” you ask teasingly, eager to hear his reasoning.

“Well Randy is kind of an underdog…I mean think about it. He’s the shy and nerdy comedic relief and he seemed to really care about Sidney…not to mention that his hair is actually clean,” Jiyong explains.

“Kwon Jiyong, you softie!” you say as your mouth falls agape from his shocking response.

“If I'm a softie, then you're a scaredy cat for jumping at that gunshot," he mocks.

“You know what? I take back what I said. You’re just an asshole,” you say jokingly, now pulling your body away from his.

“I’m so mean I know…” Jiyong trails, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he rolls his eyes simultaneously.

“C'mon let’s get back to the movie! We’re missing all the good parts!” you groaned.

And with that, both of your guys’ eyes returned to the screen, anticipating the rest of the movie.

As the end credits rolled onto the screen of Jiyong’s TV, the both of you sat there in shock, unsure of how to feel about everything that had just happened within the last quarter of the movie.

“Holy shit…I did not see any of that coming…did you?” you ask him, still dumbfounded and trying to collect your thoughts.

“I knew that Stu was probably gonna be the second killer anyway, but I did not expect Gale and Dewey to still be kicking,” he shares.

“Right?! I thought Gale was a goner when she wrapped her car around that tree,” you let out with a laugh.

“Plot armor at its finest, I’m telling ya,” Jiyong laughs back with a smile entrapping his face. “I’m still mad Randy didn’t get with Sidney; I will admit that.” he adds on.

“I mean to be fair look what she just went through…Billy was a damn psychopath,” you chuckle softly.

“I think we both know another psychopath boyfriend,” he mutters loud enough for you to hear, earning him an unreadable facial expression.

“Ex-boyfriend,” you correct him.

“Does he know that?” he asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“I’m pretty sure I made my message loud and clear,” you clarify with a laugh.

“Good. That asshole deserves to have his ass handed to him after what he did to you,” Jiyong says defensively.

Jiyong knew he shouldn’t be acting like this, but he couldn’t help it. He hated seeing you upset whenever you told him the newest thing your now-ex had done to make you cry. He had been there for all of it even when you wanted to shut everybody out in the process. In his eyes, you were the best thing to ever exist. You were his entire world even if he wasn’t yours. You made him better.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend, Ji,” you say, sounding more bashful than ever as a pink tint takes over your cheeks.

“No, I'm saying that because I love you!” Jiyong suddenly blurts out before he can even comprehend what he just said.

Within a blink of an eye, the room fell silent. The two of you could only stare in shock as the both of you were trying to process what the hell just happened. Jiyong couldn’t believe himself. He had just confessed his feelings for you when he didn’t even mean to. It was just as shocking to you, maybe even more. This was the second time today where you felt like your ears were deceiving you. There was no way this was happening.

“You what?” you ask still in disbelief. You needed to know for sure.

“I love you…I always have,” he confesses with raw passion. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to tell you how I felt. It was eating me alive…consuming me.”

So, this was real. This wasn’t the universe playing tricks on you. All of it was authentic. You could tell from the way the words fell from his mouth…the same way his song lyrics sounded. They were also full of longing and soft passion. It all made sense now.

“Please say something…anything. I just need to know what you’re thinking,” Jiyong pleads softly.

“I think I love you too Ji,” you admit, the heat rising to your cheeks again. “I think somewhere along the way I fell for you even if I didn’t want to admit it. I felt so ashamed especially since I was still dating him,” you let out.

“He never deserved a girl like you,” he says, almost sounding a bit harsh. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t find his words to be attractive. Hell, you didn’t even realize your thighs were now clenched together as a result of his words. With each passing second, you were becoming more aware of the aching pain that resided in between your legs. You had enough.

“Ji…if you don’t kiss me right now, I swear to god…” you trailed, your voice laced with both neediness and lust.

That was all he needed.

Within seconds, his lips attacked yours and all you could do was fall deeper into the kiss like it was some sort of magnetizing trance. You knew you should pull away, tell him to stop, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. It felt right. The kiss was one of desire but also longing. You had been wanting to do this for ages, ever since your relationship was on a downward spiral. Your ex wasn’t the one comforting you after a bad day. Jiyong was. Your ex wasn’t the one who helped you pick up the pieces after a mental breakdown. Jiyong did. It was all Jiyong. How you couldn’t see that sooner was beyond you, but you didn’t care about any of that when your lips were currently locked with Jiyong’s with no sign of stopping.

His hands slowly trail down your body before they take their final resting place at your hips. The contact was one sparked by greed but also angst. As for your hands, they were now cradling his face like the crane of a claw machine. You could feel how desperate the kiss had become with his tongue now practically down your throat, almost like he was trying to prove something. He wanted you and only you.

Your bodies are practically flush against each other at this point, so much so that you can feel his clothed hard on through the material of your pajama pants. Just feeling it against your clothed heat was enough for you to become embarrassingly wet. You were never so needy before tonight. Your ex never knew what turned you on, let alone try to even learn what you were into. Every time the two of you slept together, it had ended with you feeling unfulfilled and dirty. Hell, he never even gave you an orgasm. Not even once.

“Ji…I need you,” you let out against his soft lips.

“I need you more,” Jiyong says with raw desire.

“Then take me,” you challenge, your hand now brushing against the tent in his pants which makes him buck directly into your hand.

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me, sweetheart…” he warns with no real threat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you innocently say as you plaster a shit eating grin across your angelic face while still palming him through his pants.

That was it.

Before you knew it, your legs were now straddling his lap with a cobra like vice. His hands found their way to your hips before making you rock back and forth on his lap. You could practically feel his erection brushing away at your now needy cunt, almost like he wanted to tease you for the little stunt you had just pulled. “Now do you see what I’m talking about, baby?” Jiyong asks bluntly. He doesn’t stop there, no. His pace quickens just the tiniest bit, but it proves to be enough to have you moaning into his mouth which earns a smile from him. “You’re making it so hard to be gentle with you…” he warns.

“Who said I wanted you to be gentle?” you say mischievously.

Oh my god. You were going to kill this man.

It was like an invisible yet existent switch went off in him that made him crave you even more than he already did. Suddenly his lips draw themselves away from your mouth before they attack your lips. He starts harshly sucking away at the supple skin, which only makes your head tilt back in response. You knew that hickeys were inevitable with the way he was nipping at your neck with his warm mouth, which was slowly making its way towards your collarbone. He decides to strip you of your shirt in the process, now sliding it over your head before discarding the fabric to the floor entirely. Jiyong’s brown eyes are introduced to the sight of your perky tits, which makes him feel like he could come untouched any second now. He doesn’t waste anymore time before laying you down on the bed and pulling himself off of you to strip himself of the clothes that made him feel like he was being suffocated.

Once he’s down to wearing absolutely nothing, he gets back on top of you and immediately latches his mouth onto your pebbled areola. He drags the sensitive skin with his teeth, making you gasp in response. “Fuck you’re the most perfect girl I’ve ever seen…everything about you is perfect,” he mutters softly while still sucking away at your nipple. “These are fucking perfect,” he groans.

He switches over to your other breast, giving it the same treatment he gave the other one. This time however, he sucks even harder at the skin with the intention of leaving a trail of hickeys that would later be littered all over your exposed chest.

“You want me, jagi?” he mumbles both confidently and teasingly against the nape of your collarbones.

“More than anything…” you plead almost sounding pathetic as you did so.

“Let’s see how true that is then,” he teases. You were confused by his words at first. That was until he slowly slid his hand down your plaid pajama pants, earning an airy gasp from you. His fingers run over the lace fabric of your panties only for them to trace the now wet spot that had formed. “You’re drenched f’me and I’ve barely even touched you…poor thing,” Jiyong tuts. “Wonder what I would find if I just…” he continues before experimentally sliding two fingers inside your panties, slowly rubbing away at your clothed cunt with his fingers.

“Need more…please…” are the only words you manage to get out at this moment.

“Only since you asked so nicely…gotta get you ready f’me anyway,” Jiyong says with a pleased look on his face. He gets off of you for a second so he could properly discard your pants. Once he does so, he brings his fingers back to your heat and continues rubbing away at your heat, all while keeping a steady pace. He didn’t even have to pull his hand out of your panties to know that his fingers were already drenched with your slick and creamy arousal. Jiyong decides to take it one step further and slides two fingers inside your tight cunt as a way to gauge a reaction from you. You dig your fingernails into his shoulder blades which only encourages him to set a quicker pace. He manages to curl his fingers just right and finds that sweet spot deep inside you that even you didn’t know existed. All you knew was that it had you rutting your hips upward in an attempt to gain more friction. “Such a good girl…taking my fingers so well,” he praises.

Jiyong knew his words got to both you and your cunt went he felt you tighten around his fingers. He couldn’t help but flash a cocky grin at this fact. It was also a telltale sign that you were close to reaching your high, which Jiyong wanted to give to you more than anything. “Cum on my fingers baby…I know you want to,” he coos into your ear, practically encouraging you to do so. With a few more harsh thrusts of his fingers, you finally came undone, your release creating a sticky mess on his fingers. Jiyong continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm, making sure you were fully satisfied.

Once you finally come down from the mind shattering orgasm he had given you, he pulls his fingers out of you just as fast as he did when he first inserted them inside you. You laid there panting as you tried to catch your breath after what had just gone down. While you were doing so, you see Jiyong insert his fingers into his mouth, now getting a taste of your sweet release. He closed his eyes as he relished the taste that had taken over his mouth. He knew one thing for sure. He wanted more–no. He needed more.

“You did so well for me…I think that deserves a reward, but only if you want it. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable,” he says a bit softer this time.

“I’m sure Ji, I promise…just need you,” you confess, a slight blush rising to your cheeks.

“Anything for you, pretty girl,” Jiyong says as he kisses you on the lips once more. “Can I take these off?” he asks, referring to your panties. You nod at his question, which makes him feel more at ease.

Finally receiving permission from you, he slowly strips you of your drenched panties before throwing them onto the bedroom floor. You’re now leaning against the headboard as you anticipate his next move. The thought of it alone was enough for goosebumps to form on your skin. “Open your legs f’me,” he coos to which you comply with. His face is now nestled in between your thighs all while kissing the supple and soft skin. He takes in the sight before him and swore he was in heaven right now. It seemed too good to be true, almost like he was having a surreal wet dream. Just being so close to your bare pussy was enough for the blood in his body to rush directly to his already hard dick. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to devour you.

And with that, he teasingly licks a long stripe against your glistening and aching folds. He lets out a guttural groan as he tastes you. The tip of his tongue disappears as it makes its way inside your core entirely. The sudden intrusion has you tugging at his hair for support, which only eggs him on further. You could feel every flick of his tongue as it brushed against your swollen clit ever so skillfully. It was as if devouring your cunt and taking in the smell of you were the only things keeping Jiyong alive in this moment. He was a man starved and now here you were–all sprawled out for him on his bed and squirming with each stroke of his tongue as it lapped away at your poor little pussy. Even the sound of your juices being extracted with his tongue was music to his ears.

“Just like that!” you exclaim with a pornographic moan, now grinding against his face in order to gain more friction. Jiyong’s tongue continues to assault your cunt at the pace he had previously set. He was getting drunk on your pussy already, but he didn’t give a damn.

“Fuck jagi…tastes so sweet,” he garbled, his mouth still flush against your warm flesh. Suddenly, you felt him sucking away at the lips of your labia, almost as if he was trying to make out with your pussy entirely. You wouldn’t be wrong. Your cunt was the best thing he ever tasted in his life and he would gladly die in between your legs if it came down to it. Jiyong violently started shaking his head in an attempt to lick up all your juices that were smeared against your delicious cunt. The sensation of his tongue dragging up and down your sore folds had you curling your toes in response.

You didn’t know if it was because of how sensitive your last orgasm had left you or not, but you could feel a coil start to form within the walls of your tummy, the pressure becoming too much to bear. Nevertheless, Jiyong could feel how clenched your pussy had become for him while his mouth was still consuming you.

“I’m gonna cum Ji!” you moan ever so pathetically.

“Come on aein, give it to me…make a mess all over my face,” he softly orders you. “Show how good of a girl you can be.” With a few more flicks of his tongue, your second orgasm of the night hits you like a freight train, your release now covering his gorgeous face. His tongue works you through your orgasm by lapping away at any remaining juices that may have escaped his tongue the first time around. He finally pulls away from your heat before wiping his chin with his fingers. After doing so, he makes sure to slide his fingers into his mouth before cleaning them entirely, not letting a single drop go to waste.

After laying on the bed motionless for a hot second, you somehow muster the strength to sit up straight and get close enough to Jiyong until your lips are practically brushing against the shell of his ear.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper seductively, but also with a hint of vulnerability.

“Is that so?” he implores, awaiting whatever answer you would give him.

“Mhmmm,” you hum.

“I think we can arrange that,” he says before he connects his lips with yours and positions the two of you flush against one another, now laying down on the bed. You can feel how hard his erection is against your bare and exposed pussy. His cock is practically brushing against your drenched folds and it’s agonizing.

“Please…need your cock inside me…can’t wait any longer,” you beg out of impatience.

“How do you want it? You want it slow or fast, angel?” Jiyong asks you.

“I want it fast,” you claim.

“Okay baby, it might hurt at first. Just let me know if you want to stop at all and I will. Your pleasure is just as important as mine,” he says, placing a peck on your lips.

Before you know it, he slides his cock into you all at once, giving you almost no time to adjust to his size. The stretch was one that burned, but also felt so fucking delicious. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and he hadn’t even started moving yet.

“Ready jagi?” he asks with a grin on his face. You nodded at his words, which was the only green light he needed. He had immediately started thrusting into your tight hole at an ungodly pace, one that made a string of moans expel from your plush lips. Your hips were grinding against his, which made it easier for his cock to brush your g-spot in a way that Jake never did. “Fuck baby…you feel so good squeezing me so tight like this…bet he never fucked you the way you deserved, hm?” he asks mockingly.

“N-no he didn’t,” you cry out as his cock continued to pummel into your abused cunt.

“What a fucking shame…had the most beautiful girl ever and couldn’t please her,” he says in between grunts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as the headboard was practically hitting the thin walls of his bedroom. He didn’t care if the upstairs neighbors could hear the two of you going at it like rabbits in heat. All he was focused on was fucking you like his life depended on it. “But it’s okay baby because your Jiyongie is here to help you.”

“Harder!” you cry out as your eyes screw shut.

Hearing how desperate you were only made Jiyong more turned on. The fact that he was the one making you feel like this. The fact that he got to hear your pleas escape your pretty lips. He knew he wouldn’t last long at this rate. Just like you wouldn’t.

His thrusts had become more erratic and messy at this point. Both of you could feel his balls tighten as they slapped against your ass perfectly, only adding to the eroticness of it all. You felt the all too familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching you as he pounded into you with his fat cock.There were so many sensations coursing through your body to the point where it was overstimulating for your brain to process them all. It felt like you were on cloud nine, but in a more exhilarating way that had you gripping at the sheets due to how intense it was.

All of a sudden, you feel yourself clench around his cock once more as he continues his movements. Yeah, you were definitely close.

“I’m gonna cum…oh fuck,” you warn him.

“I know, sweet girl. I know. Let go for me…I wanna feel you cream all over my cock,” he says almost in a hushed whisper.

With a few more slams of his hips, you felt a jolt deep inside you, resulting in your third orgasm of the night. The feeling of you gushing all over him propelled him to slam into you a few more times before eventually emptying himself inside you with a groan, all hot and sticky. His movements finally slowed down as the two of you came down from your shared climaxes. Eventually, he pulled out of you and laid down on the opposite side of your body. The two of you were now looking directly into each other's eyes, almost with the intention of staying lost in them forever.

His hand finds its way to your cheek, now cradling it softly with admiration. “You did so well for me…I’m sorry if it was too much,” he apologizes.

“Are you kidding me? That was amazing.” you assure him with a tired smile.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” he says, his voice above a whisper.

“I appreciate it, Ji. I really do. You made me feel so special and cared for,” you say.

“That's because you are special. You’re the most special girl I’ve ever met and will ever meet,” Jiyong replies. “You’re my everything”.

“You’re my everything too…you always have been,” you confess.

“C’mere,” he says while motioning you to come closer with his free hand.

You do as he says and within no time, your lips reunite with his in a slow and tender kiss. Not one filled with lust or greed. Just a pure kiss. The kiss lasts for a few seconds more before Jiyong pulls away.

“I meant what I said earlier…I love you with everything I have,” he says sheepishly.

“And so did I,” you say with a laugh.

Things were finally right.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 4 months ago

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Hello Miss Raven!!

I wanted to ask (but please feel free to dismiss this ask ajdgjags) about some info I have been seeing now that Book 7 is almost finished (maybe there's still a last chapter to tie everything together before Book 8?) about people saying that some characters have 'officially' aged one year.

I cannot play on the JP server and I have yet to reach Book 7, so I am not sure where that information comes from. But by that info, wouldn't that make (for example) the Leech brothers around 18 at the time of the Octavinelle Book or even fully 18 at the beginning of the Scarabia Book? Or even Ace, wouldn't he be already 17 by the beginning of the game, since Riddle is only one month older than him?

Wwwwww this game is messing with my perception of time. What I wonder is if that's referenced in any part of the main story.

I understand it's a very difficult question, so there's no need to answer this if you don't know, but I thought I would still ask since you are so insightful about this game <3 please take care of yourself and thank you if you end up answering this!!

Thank you for your question! It's a busy time right now since everyone's buzzing about the main story update, so I ask that you be patient with me as I comb through the pile of related asks 💦💦 I think there's probably one more book of this main story arc to go! We still have to tackle questions like Crowley's motives, Grim's OB, Yuu going home, the mystery of Mickey, and that May spelldrive/magift tournament against RSA. Book 7 even ended on this "To be Continued", so there's definitely more content to go.

Silver first mentions that his birthday is still "a little while away" in Cater's dream. In the final book 7 update, we skip forward to his actual birthday (May 15th). Malleus arranges a party on this very day, sending out invites which denote that date:

Then, at the actual party, Malleus asks, "Today is your 18th birthday, correct?" which Silver confirms.

Silver's character profile (released at the game's launch) states he is 17 years old. It is the same in both EN and JP.

Based on that, we can assume that all first years are 16, all second years are 17, and all (most) third years are 18 at the start of the school year in September. (UPDATE: Yana confirms in a recent tweet that the ages on everyone's profiles are the ages they are at when Yuu was summoned at the start of the school year.) However, because the main story spans all the way to May 15, several students and even staff would be one year older than what is currently stated in their profiles:

Jamil would be 18 (Sept 12)

Ace would be 17 (Sept 23)

Jack would be 17 (Oct 11)

Trey would be 19 (Oct 25)

Jade and Floyd would be 18 (Nov 5)

Trein would be 59 (Nov 19)

Rook would be 19 (Dec 2)

Idia would be 19 (Dec 18)

Lilia would be one year older than however old he currently is (no exact age on him, but assume 700 + 1) (Jan 1)

Malleus would be 178 (Jan 18; it’s said in Lilia’s dream (March) that he’s turned 178 this year)

Rollo would be 19 (Feb 2)

Cater would be 19 (Feb 4)

Azul would be 18 (Feb 24)

Sam would be 26 (Mar 4)

Sebek would be 17 (Mar 17)

Vil would be 19 (Apr 9)

Ruggie would be 18 (Apr 18)

Crewel would be 33 (Apr 20)

Epel would be 17 (May 6)

And, of course, Silver is now 18 (May 15)

The characters who haven't aged up yet are:

Fellow, still 26 (May 17)

Deuce, still 16 (Jun 3)

Kalim, still 17 (Jun 25)

Leona, still 20 (Jul 27)

Vargas, still 30 (Aug 4)

Ortho, still 16 (Aug 14)

Riddle, still 17 (Aug 24)

Hope that helps!

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flowerfreya · 1 year ago

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First Day

This is Part 2 of an office / cooperate AU for poly!141

Here’s Part 1 / Part 3

Pairing 141 x you

Tw: mean bf ( not 141)

The 141 leaves at the same time , and when they get down to the lobby they see that you are still down there in the cafe with a cup that is for sure empty and a large smart water on your phone. They are all shocked to see you there and and John is pissed but tries to breathe through it.

“What are you still doing here?” ,He ask.

You look up and is a little startled when you are greeted by 4 large guys looming over you. Your startled a little bit, “huh?”, you tired and you know you haven’t done anything for seven hours but your still not at home and you wish you were.

“What are you still doing here, bird?” John pushes out , he has an ideas as to why but he wants to hear from you.

“Oh , I’m waiting on my boyfriend , he gets off in 4 more hours” you say brightly , faking it until you make it.

“Do you need a ride ?”, Soap interjects, “ I get great gas mileage.”

“Oh thank you for the offer, but I’m okay”. You know how your boyfriend can get when he thinks that you are entertaining other guys , which you would never do but he doesn’t seem to realize that.

“You sure?” he questions, you want to take him up on his offer but you know you can’t so just smile and shake your head.

Four and half hours later you are passenger side of the car and he doesn’t even ask how your interview went just wonders what for dinner.

You roll your eyes , you don't even like cooking but its your duty since you don’t work and still need to share the responsibilities.

“Probably chicken and rice”

“Anything other than that?” , that pisses you off because one: you haven’t made chicken and rice for a two weeks and two: you don’t like cooking so he should take what’s he gets.

“If you don’t like how about you cook” you snap back.

“Don’t be such a bitch” he says casually. You know you deserve better than this but you feel stuck, you’ve been with him for 8 years, he was you first everything and while they has been many breaks within your relationship you never strayed and hopefully he hasn’t either (he has break or not).

You get home , you make dinner you don’t really want to make , have a sex with a guy you don’t really want to have sex with and go to sleep in a bed you really don’t want to sleep in.

The call comes in the morning at 8:30 am sharp , your so excited you have an issue answering the phone so it take a couple of rings beofre the sliding your thumb across the screen.

“Hello”

“Good morning , this John Price from the interview yesterday” his voice sounds so nice and low over the phone and you honestly love and it take you second to remember to say something back.

“Yes, that’s me”

“We would like to offer you a position as receptionist associate”

“Yes!”

“Woah, bird slow down, you need to hear my offer and then ask some questions”

“Oh okay sure”. So you listen to him talk and do a spiel that sounds almost robotic. He ask if you want to negotiate for the salary. No you say. Honey, you should negotiate he says. So you ask for a dollar more than offered and he says that will be fine.

“When can you start ? “ he ask

“Immediately”

“Today?”

“Ummm I guess not immediately, my boyfriend has the car today”

“I’ll call you a car” he says easily.

“Oh sure, how long do I have”

“Can you be ready in 30 minutes” . No. You cannot, but you say, “Sure”, in the most preppy voice as possible, you can feel the aniexty ramping up.

When you get off the phone it’s a mad scramble to find an outfit , which of course nothing fit rights and everything is wrinkly. You do your hair but you need a reti and your hair is fuzzy so you just leave it down. Your make up is not turning out right and you forgot to powder your makeup so now it’s going to crease. And you didn’t have breakfast but still has coffee so now your going to have to go the bathroom in 20 minutes and it’s not going to be fun.

And your sweating. A lot.

You just finished with your routine by the time you get the text from the number that called you this morning

>>the car is here for you.

You thumbs up the message, rushing out the door with your tote bag.

You slide into the backseat of the car because you think it’s a rideshare.

“What are you doing back there? Sit up here with me”. You look up and see Soap looking at your through the rear view mirror and shoot him a smile slide out of the backseat and move to the front seat.

“I didnt know this is what Mr. John meant when he said he was going to send a car”

“Mr. John,eh”

“ I just want to be respectful,” you say with a laugh.

“Hen , he will love that”

By the time you get to the office you are a bundle of nerves , you hate being the new girl , you also hate not being good at your job. You know what happens when you get a new job but you can still hate it. You are picking at your cuticles which is a nervous tick that you have, you follow Johnny up the office space and sit on the sofa next to the reception and wait for John to call you into his office. You do the basic onboarding task with and thankfully Kyle which you now know as “Gaz” is HR and that’s why he’s in the annex. After you are done with John you get sent back there and complete the rest of the task and that when you get shown your desk at reception.

“You can decorate it however you want”

“Really” You’ve never had a cubicle or a desk that you can decorate however you want. You're so excited to go to TJ Maxx after work and spend the money you don’t have . You sit at the desk and get started with making your system to work. Making a new voicemail message, making a new email signature and distro list. You look after answering the phone and having to assign to a rep and see a tall man with a surgery mask staring back at. You remember when you got the tour of that being Simon Riley. You give him a big smile and wave nd then point to the phone and then to you then to him and nods once, you transfer the call hopefully to Simon but then you hear Johns phone ring and you internally cringe, already knowing that you transferred the call to the wrong office.

“This is Price , what can I do for ya?” you hear and want the floor to swallow you up. You look over at Simon and his eyes widening and then is followed by his shoulders shaking and great hes laughing at you.

“Hen, a word ? “ You look up and see John in doorway, leaning against in that sexy way that guys do and you stand up from your desk with you head down and head over. You squeeze by him to get into the office and he shuts the door behind you.

“Please have seat , do you know how to- “ You quickly cut him off and start to explain how your still getting used to transferring calls and that you know Simon sits next to Soap but Soap real name is John but also called Johnny and then everyone's name is blinking an-

“Your not in trouble … did anyone teach how to use the phones?” You shake your head, and then he teaches you, like actually teaches you how to do things, and its the best first day you ever had.

You forgot to tell your boyfriend you had to work, and when he got home without you being there he called you. Your phone was on silent. In your purse. He has your location.

The door slam opens with the blinds bouncing on the door causing you be look and be startled. “Where the hell have you been” he demands , you know hes mad , his face is red amd his hair look like he ran his hand through it multiple times and you know for a fact the car is park half haphazardly taking up two spots.

Your used to this attitude and you make sure you stay perfectly still but not too defensive because it will make it worse but you’ve never experienced it at work. You glance over to your coworkers: John standing up in his doorway, Soap moving towards your desk, and Simon watching from his desk , he’s alert and you can’t see his hands.

“I’ve been here, they wanted me to start today”, you smile hoping to pacify him. You start to get stuff ready already knowing that you are about to leave just so he won’t embarrass you anymore. “I’m sorry it was all so sudden, you know”, ending in a nervous laughter.

“I’m not fucking laughing”, he says your name with so much force , you lean back as if that will get you away from him.

“I know” , you say softly, moving around the desk and putting your jacket on.

You look around and thank them for such a good first day.

“You okay ?”, John ask you with a tilt of his head trying to look you in the eye.

“She fine”, your boyfriend answered for you. You know you have tears in your eyes and if you were lighter you would be flustered but all there is to show for it is sweaty armpits. You nod you head and smile at him.

“I will see you guys tomorrow , have a nice rest of your day” , just as your boyfriend grabs you by the arm and drags you out of there.

John glances at Soap and then Simon and nods his head towards annex. They need to have a little chat about the receptionist and her little boyfriend.

#task force 141 #simon riley x reader #johh price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #poly!141 #cooperate!au #freyawrites

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livesworthlivingau · 1 year ago

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Lives Worth Living AU Hub

Hello! Welcome to my AU, Lives Worth Living! Spoilers for the full game and two hats below the break.

Quick introduction to the concept of this AU:

It's been 30 years since the events of the game. The party eventually disbanded to form their own lives, though remaining in each other's now and again at least. They are all together for the first time in several years... and sadly the last, as Odile lay in her deathbed. She lived a full life, it's natural causes, at least they're all together again. As everyone gathers around for her final moments, and she closes her eyes for good, Sif suddenly feels a tug on his sto-

Hard cut to 30 years ago, the day just after the events of the game.

And that's pretty much all you need to know going in! Only other thing worth mentioning is pretty much all option content is canon in this AU, especially two hats... ESPECIALLY two hats.

I AM FINALLY PORTING THIS FIC TO AO3! YOU CAN FIND A LINK TO IT HERE!

I don't know how long it will take to port everything over, and I will be posting chapters normally here in the mean time, but expect a large restructuring once I finish porting it over! Also I am renaming the Siffrin chapters to 'Reprise of Stardust' and collectively calling the fic Lives Worth Living over there.

OFFICIAL RECOMENDED READ ORDER

[S-1] [S0] [S1] [S2] [S3] [S4] [S5] [V1] [V2-4] [V5] [S6] [V6] [S7] [S8] [S9] [S10] [V7-10] [S11] [V11] [S12] [V12] [V13] [V14] [S13] [S14] [S15][S16] [V15] [V16] [S17] [S18] [V17] [V18] [S19] [V19] [V20] [S20] [V21] [V22] [V23] [S21-23] [S24] [V24] [S25] [V25] [V26] [V27] [S26-28] [V28] [V29] [S29] [S30] [V30] [V31] [S31] [S32] [V32] [V33] [S33] [V34] [S34] [S35] [V35] [V36] [S36] [V37]

Siffrin Chapters (Lives Worth Living)

[-1] [0] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21-23] [24] [25] [26-28] [29] [30] [31] [32] [33] [34] [35] [36]

Loop Vale Chapters (Behind the Vale)

[1] [2-4] [5] [6] [7-10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] [26] [27] [28] [29] [30] [31] [32] [33] [34] [35] [36] [37]

If you're wondering why Loop is crossed out and Vale is in it's place, it will make sense by chapter 7-10, otherwise all you need to know is these are Loop's side of things. Text in Red represents duplicate lines between it and it's complimentary chapter, to let you know where it lines up with the other perspective without needing to repeat tons of lines.

Memories (First 30 Years)

[A Kiss] [Lost Letters]

Links to asks, lore posts, and art/fanart posts can be found here

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LWLAU Hub Extras

LWLAU Art/Fanart Hub

If anyone wants to join the discord server, please send me a DM and I'll invite you! I'd rather not have the link posted publicly to avoid scammers/bots.

Special thanks to Lea for making this amazing website! It helps fuel the angst so well with the death screen gifs I've been generating at the end of some early chapters!~

#isat au #isat #isat spoilers #isat fanfic #lives worth living au #lwlau #behind the vale #btvau

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love--and--venom · 8 months ago

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A (Not So) Meet Cute: Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: You're beginning to fall into a new routine with the members of Stray Kids. A phone call from the police stops you dead in your tracks.

Warnings: Descriptions of stalking, reader has a ton of anxiety (rightfully so), cops

Series Masterlist

A/N: will my MCs ever find peace? probably not.

When you woke up the next morning, you doubted that Seungmin would actually walk you to work. After all, why would he wake up early just to be your escort? You went through your routine as usual, making sure to double and triple check that your phone was charged and the charger was in your bag before heading out.

“Morning.” You jumped as you exited your apartment building. Holy shit, Seungmin was really waiting for you. He leaned against the back of a bench across from the entrance, eyebrow quirked in amusement. He wore a mask again today, but went without a hat.

“Oh my god, Seungmin, you didn’t have to get up early just to walk me to work.” You held your elbow in your hand, feeling guilty for burdening the idol.

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” The corners of Seungmin’s eyes crinkled and he stood properly to brush his knuckles across your cheek. You gaped at him, suddenly feeling warm despite the cool autumn breeze.

“Oh, um, okay. If you’re sure. The bus stop is this way.” You led the way to your usual stop, the bus arriving not long after you. The commute honestly wasn’t bad, yesterday had been a fluke.

“I haven’t been on a public bus in years,” Seungmin mentioned as you found open seats. You raised your eyebrows.

“Really? I guess that makes sense, though. It’s safer for you to have a driver.” You could only assume that being on public transport had too much risk of being recognized.

“Technically, I’m not allowed to use buses.”

“Are you going to get in trouble because of this?!” You scolded with a glare. Seungmin shrugged in response, completely unbothered with his little act of rebellion. You shook your head, turning back to your phone to scroll on Instagram for a bit. You angled your phone toward Seungmin when you noticed him looking over your shoulder. Fifteen minutes and four stops later, you stepped off the bus and made the final ten minute walk to the bookstore.

“I’ll be back later to walk you home,” Seungmin said as he held the door open for you.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’, see you later.” He nudged you into the store and went back the way you had come from. You were left baffled once again, but pushed it aside to focus on your shift.

Over the next week, every member of Stray Kids walked with you to and from work. Seungmin showed up the most out of everyone. It felt like overkill, but they wouldn’t accept any arguments from you. Today’s shift dragged on with how little there was to do. Everything was clean and stocked, there were hardly ten customers in the 3 hours since your shift started, and you’ve closed and reopened TikTok at least five times. The soft classical music playing over the store radio threatened to lull you to sleep. You were jolted out of your stupor by your phone buzzing on the counter.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, this is Officer Jeong. May I speak to Ms. Y/N L/N?” A serious-sounding man asked curtly.

“This is she.”

“Ah, hello Ms. L/N. I am calling on behalf of Detective Keng. She has some new information regarding your case and would like to call you today to discuss,” Officer Jeong explained.

“Oh! Of course, I finish work at 3pm and should be home around 3:30,” you told the officer. He hummed, keys clicking swiftly in the background.

“That should work perfectly. Detective Keng will be finished with a meeting at 4pm, so she will be able to call shortly afterward.” You quickly wrote down the detective’s name and the time she’d be calling on a sticky note.

“Okay, thank you for letting me know, Officer.” You exchanged polite goodbyes and hung up. Cool, now that you were incredibly anxious, the next three hours of your shift should go by much more quickly.

You predicted correctly. After finishing the call with Officer Jeong, the afternoon flew by in a blur and soon enough Seungmin appeared to walk you home. You told him about the upcoming phone call and your subsequent anxiety while you sat on the bus.

“Do you want me to stay for the call?” Seungmin offered, albeit a little hesitantly.

“Honestly, that would be really nice. Are you sure, though? You sounded kinda nervous.”

“I’m sure. I just haven’t been in your apartment yet and I didn’t want to invite myself in, y’know?” He assured with a smile hidden behind his mask. Back at your apartment, Seungmin sat on your loveseat, watching you pace around your kitchen. He tried to get you to sit down and relax while you waited for the detective’s call, but you needed to do something to release your pent-up anxiety. Why didn’t Officer Jeong tell you if it was good news or bad news?! Finally, finally your phone rang. You rushed to sit next to Seungmin as you put the call on speaker.

“Hi, is this Y/N L/N?” A woman’s voice asked.

“Yes, I’m assuming this is Detective Keng?”

“It is, I see Officer Jeong was able to talk to you earlier. I’ve been looking into Cho Siwoo, the man that harassed you, and I’ve found some information that may be disturbing to you,” Detective Keng stated. A pit of worry gnawed at your stomach.

“Before you continue, I have a friend with me. Is it okay if he listens to our conversation?” You were terrified of having to deal with this alone.

“That’s quite alright.” You sighed quietly in relief. “Now, Mr. Cho has been living with a friend for several months. We interviewed his friend, and searched the apartment. Ms. L/N, it appears that he has been following you far longer than we expected.”

“What?” An icy chill creeped its way into your bloodstream. Seungmin scooted slightly closer to you, resting a hand on your knee.

“He has photos printed of you in a Ziploc bag amongst his other belongings. Some of these photos date back to April.”

“Bu-but it’s October now,” you stammered. Seungmin tightened his grip on your knee, but you moved his hand to hold in your own.

“I’m very sorry to tell you this, Ms. L/N, but he’s been watching for a very long time. There aren’t any photos of the inside of your apartment, nor any of you in compromising positions. But we’ve found that Mr. Cho has a reputation, and with that comes respect from others on the street.”

“What does that mean, exactly?” Seungmin interrupted. Detective Keng sighed tiredly, which only made you more nervous.

“It means that he has access to information. Ms. L/N, do you have somewhere you can stay for the time being? I’m afraid your apartment isn’t safe at the moment, not until we’re able to confirm who all of Mr. Cho’s associates are.” Panicked tears fell down your cheeks. You didn’t have anywhere else to go, all you had was this apartment. The closest family member to you was still at least three hours away. You couldn’t just leave.

“Yes, ma’am, she does,” Seungmin answered in your silence. You stared at him, wide-eyed, but he kept his gaze fixed on your phone.

“Good. I’ll need the address. I would advise against walking anywhere alone for now. I promise you, I will make sure you and your home are safe again,” Detective Keng assured. The sharp edge to her voice confirmed her commitment. She gave you the number for her work phone, should you need anything, then ended the call. A sob wracked your body. Seungmin pulled you so you sat between his legs, both legs over one of his knees, and wrapped you tightly in his arms. You trembled violently in his hold.

“Why did you tell her I have somewhere to stay?! I hardly have friends in this city and my family is hours away, and I can’t afford–”

“Y/N,” Seungmin cut off your rambling, holding your face in his hands and forcing your eyes to meet his. “You’re staying with us.”

“What? No, Seungmin, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Good thing you’re not asking. I’m telling you, you can stay with us,” he insisted.

“Have you even asked the others about this? Even if you say I can, what if they say no?” Seungmin rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone and starting a call on speaker.

“Hey, is everything alright? You’re normally back by now,” Chan answered after a few rings.

“No, actually, a detective called Y/N about her case. That guy’s been stalking her for months, Chan. Her apartment isn’t safe.” You bit your lip, tears still streaming silently down your face. Seungmin guided your head to rest on his shoulder and exhaustion washed over you.

“Holy shit, are you serious?” You could hear the others shouting in the background. “Guys, please, I need you to be quiet. This is important.”

“I wish I was joking. The detective said she should stay somewhere else while they continue their investigation. Thing is, she doesn’t have any family close by.” He was baiting Chan and he only felt slightly guilty about it.

“She can stay with us,” the leader offered without hesitation.

“That’s what I told her. You believe me now?” Seungmin directed the question at you.

“Wait, am I on speaker? Y/N, I promise no one would have an issue with you staying here,” Chan confirmed. You hated that you were being such a burden to them. They have enough on their plate as-is. But you didn’t have much of a choice.

“Okay,” you whimpered in a voice so tiny, it squeezed at the hearts of both Chan and Seungmin.

“We’re gonna get some stuff packed for her, then head over. I’ll call for a car.”

“Good, I’ll see you both soon.” Chan hummed in acknowledgement. “And Y/N? I know what you’re thinking. You are not a burden.” You inhaled sharply, digging yourself further into Seungmin’s neck. He ended the call after another hasty goodbye.

For the next few minutes, you sat in silence to stave off your impending panic attack. Seungmin's chest vibrated as he quietly hummed the melody to Stars and Raindrops. You repeated the grounding exercise that Jisung showed you several times in your head. Now, with your panic dampened down to a nagging anxiety, you were suddenly very aware of the position of Seungmin’s hands. With the thumb of his left hand, he rubbed soothing circles on the nape of your neck, and his right sat patiently on your thigh.

“I’ll grab a suitcase,” you muttered, hoping your hair hid your reddened face as you moved to your room. Unfortunately for you, Seungmin was a very observant man. He smirked, but chose not to say anything. He offered to help you pack and you immediately refused. Your soul would have literally left your body if he accidentally caught a glimpse of your underwear. You rolled your suitcase and duffle bag into the living room once you finished, pausing to sling your bag across your shoulder.

“I called Dohyun, he should be here soon.” Seungmin stood and plucked your duffle bag from your hand. “Let’s get down to the garage.” The car pulled up right as you stepped out of the elevator. Dohyun tossed you a sympathetic smile after you slid into the backseat. Seungmin sat next to you and nodded to Dohyun, who promptly began the drive back to the dorm.

All of the Stray Kids members have seen your apartment, but this was the first time you’ve been to their dorm. Honestly? It was much cleaner than you anticipated, considering eight young men lived here. Actually, the furniture and decor were really stylish. Jisung and Chan were the only ones in the living room. The leader stood to help with your luggage but paused when he noticed your red, puffy eyes.

“I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” Chan wrapped you in a firm, comforting hug. You gripped the back of his t-shirt to ground yourself and fight back a fresh onslaught of tears. “Is there anything you need right now?”

“I just really want to take a nap.” You reluctantly pulled back so he could guide you to the couch. You allowed Jisung to bring your head to lay on his lap. He carded his fingers through your hair and the tension slowly melted from your body. You vaguely felt a second pair of hands tuck a fluffy blanket around you before succumbing to sleep.

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kadisiyuswyrd · 1 month ago

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MCR GAYLIST MASTERPOST

Hello, gays. I'm in the process of making a video & I'd like some input.

(I blame @cordspaghetti for keeping Alpharetta Gerard in my mind)

As the title implies, the video will rank every MCR song based on how gay it is in chronological order (more or less). Hopefully, it'll be released the first day of the new Black Parade tour (July 11, 2025). No promises, though.

[Edit 6/30/25: Oh man this is not releasing on time...I did not realize how much moving would tire me out. Also Delatrune chps. 3 & 4 took up some time...Me and Google Docs were not on speaking terms for a week.]

At this point in the writing process (just finished Bullets this morning) I think Everyone Hates the Eagles is their gayest song. Prison, Mama, & To the End are up there, though ("he's not around he's always looking at men," I mean...c'mon).

I'm not too good at lyrical analysis, though, nor is my knowledge of MCR as robust as I'd like, so I'm interested to hear different queer readings of their songs.

As unserious as this video concept is, I actually want to approach it from a really earnest lens. Tier lists are already so subjective; gayness is such an arbitrary, amorphous label. I want to play around with the inherent stupidity of this.

There are some fundamental questions that I still haven't really answered but would love to explore:

What does it mean for something to be queer / gay (weird)?

What does it mean for something to be straight (normal)?

I really have no conception of what normality is anymore. I find strange things normal, normal things strange; when I act normally I feel strange, but am called strange when I think I'm acting normally...

3. How does rock music manage to attract both extremely gay and extremely straight fanbases (e.g. Nirvana, Queen, Misfits)?

Nirvana's fanbase always surprises me because the band was so left-leaning and anti-machismo, but because they sounded rough and masculine they attract these really weird, pretentious assholes. The way that rock music oscillates between hypermasculine presentation (leather jackets, jeans, shirtless, hairy) and queer theatricality (David Bowie, early Queen) is really interesting to me in general. It's a genre that's been sexist and feminist, homophobic and relentlessly queer in the same decade.

4. Is there value in deliberately ambiguous queer representation?

This question makes me think of iLLi. She emerged from ambiguity and I think that's part of her appeal. Fanfiction is grasping at straws to make something beautiful and whole. Isn't the ambiguity sometimes preferrable—to allow unique fan interpretation?

Not all of these questions need to be answered in the video, but I want them on my mind while writing. Part of me wants to make a normal tier list video, another part wants to kind of deconstruct it...but. this video is shaping up to be a behemoth as is, so maybe I should avoid scope creep and keep my ambitiousness in check.

We'll see how it goes. I'd love to hear from y'all.

(Also, big shoutout to @angstics who is, by my estimation, the seminal queer MCR scholar. I've been referring to a lot of their writing during the research process.)

Below is a list of the sources I'll be referring to during the script writing process. This is a living document, so expect this list to expand in the coming weeks. Cheers.

—Kay

Research w/Notes:

This article is a fun look at the early days of the band. It features a fun story about a sickly Gerard getting punched by record exec to give him energy to record his vocals. It worked.

Blistein, Jon. (2021). How a Sucker Punch Fueled the Rise of My Chemical Romance. Rolling Stone. https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/my-chemical-romance-rise-book-excerpt-sellout-dan-ozzi-1247331/

One of Gerard's answers during his famous 2014 Reddit AMA. Mainly focused on his answer to question 5 about Drowning Lessons and its status as MCR's "cursed song."

Way, Gerard. (2014). Reddit AMA https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/2i1840/comment/ckxylaq/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

A really thorough video about queer (sub)text in You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison. A helpful resource. souryogurtgirl. (2024). My Chemical Romance's Gay Anthem? YouTube. https://youtu.be/jDP5_Kl36ms

A TRACK BY TRACK BREAKDOWN OF TBP. Hell yeah.

Great MCR essays. The essay SEX & VIOLENCE is the most interesting to me, at least in relation to this video. Love & suffering is such a deeply queer idea. The "queering of violence" is so central to MCR's lyricism. Love how the essay points out the importance of Gerard's delivery, that's something I want to highlight in my own analysis.

"Honey This Podcast Isn't Big Enough for The Both of Us" is not only a great resource for MCR fan discourse, it is just really entertaining podcasting. Maren & EJ are playful, yet insightful. Their episode on the demo lovers has been helpful to try to parse the storytelling of Bullets and Revenge.

Slowly diving a bit more into queer theory for this project. It's daunting, but interesting! I feel like queer time—the idea (to my understanding) that queer people's life trajectories are distinctly different and possibly even incompatible with the traditional straight narrative of getting married, having a kid, entering the job market, etc.—may prove a helpful concept, especially in relation to TBP.

Writer Kathryn Bond Stockton literally describes queer children as "ghosts" because many of them cannot yet verbalize their queerness and are they given a roadmap for what adult queer life will look like. I mean...that's very Black Parade coded.

Haven't read this read this yet, keeping it here to get back to it! I really want to understand the link between queerness and theater, there's gotta be some historical context that explains that a bit more clearly for me.

A cool talk Gerard did at LA Comic Con just a little bit before the reunion tour was announced. Some good nuggets about how the they approached the band and general insights on his creative process. Also, Gerard talks about how medications helped him manage his depression which was helpful when researching Sister to Sleep which is all about using medication to handle mental health.(The audience is so horny for My Chem...just saying "Frank" or "Ray" or a song title will get screams.)

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dawnoftime22 · 1 month ago

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hello, i have a request for Taylor Swift 😊

reader is upset cause they feel betrayed by their close friends (maybe they weren't invited to a party or something) and since Taylor have been there before she comforts the reader and they spend the day together playing games or something so the reader forgets about it?

also can Taylor sing to comfort Reader? 🥺 i love it when she sings for us hehe

safe & sound.

| T.S

Warnings: reader overthinking, a lot! please be warned and take care of yourself<3 R's friends betraying

Summary: When you find out the way you're suddenly treated by the people you're closest with, Taylor spends her time trying to comfort you in the ways she knows how to.

Word Count: 6.1k

Category: fluff

A/N: I feel like my writing is only growing in word count...I swear thats not me pushing, I just try to finish the story!! I reaally really hope you enjoy this, and it brings you all the comfort you need<3

| Started on 19/05/2025, 2:28 PM |

| Finished on 30/05/2025, 6:53 AM |

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“Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you...and all the things that you do.”

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You were in the living room when you found out.

The space was quiet, save from the way the sink had water running down, and clinks were coming along beside it as Taylor washed the dishes. The time was 3:24 PM. You just had lunch together, spent rightfully with comfort, and love.

Now, you were sitting on the couch, legs up, touching your clothed stomach, and you were staring down at the screen of your phone. Upon it, you saw an instagram post from one of your friends right at the homescreen.

It was great. It was peaceful. You were having such a good day...until the photos and videos hit you like a trainwreck crashing into the sunshine. It made everything falter with its lightness.

Your lips tightened as they pressed together. You shouldn't have, but you did. It almost seemed animated as you went through the instagram stories, read the comments on the posts, and you saw all the smiles, and the laughter. It was like watching a movie far away from your life

You heard the way they had fun with their mini games and conversations without any care in the world. Like none of it mattered. Sitting casually. Like you didn't matter.

Its not like you felt like the world spun around the idea of you of course, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt. They had gone forth without a heads up, and that felt like the worst kind of a quiet betrayal. There was a possibility that they thought of how you seemed to leave nearly each time, how overwhelmed you were, but something about it brought your sense of mind a certain pain.

Then you started to wonder if they had even thought about you at all, or if they completely forgot. And in some way, that felt...acceptable. Just acceptable. Not better, not worse, but something you could take.

The thoughts and questions made you reel back and forth, as if you were pacing the room without moving, and you swallowed.

Slowly, you clicked the power button at the side of your phone, and the screen faded to nothing as you set it down.

It's not like the emotional feelings were walking all over you, or that it felt like waves crashing over. Being pricked by a cactus would be something to describe it, perhaps. Yet, still, you wrapped your arms around your legs, and rested your chin against your knees. The carpet seemed like the next interesting thing in the room.

It was just a party. A stupid party. It shouldn't bite you this much, but for some reason it did—because in a way, it confirmed your biggest fear in a hard, rough truth;...that no one really wanted you at all. Your presence, your quietness, everything about you. Whatever point of evidencr it was of yourself that made people pull away. It was a reason to hold up whenever you found it.

Your jaw tightened, but it was your teeth pressing together, not clenching. It was in frustration that was either to yourself, or the people you were close with. You weren't sure. It's not like they were at fault. At all. Right? Just...your own problems to deal with that they don't want.

It wasn't long until the couch had the smallest little dip in it. Beside you, Taylor had come to sit with a sweet looking Meredith, having brought her along in her hands for the kitty to curl up in her lap.

She looks at you, seeing the way that you had your legs tucked in close to yourself, protectively, within the circulation of your arms. You had your eyes on the floor, clearly deep in the depths of your mind. It had been like that since she made her decision to go to you.

Until you turned your head to look at her to catch her sight, she would have been smiling, if not for the frown that seemed to shape on your lips.

And that only made you feel like hiding more; that her raising of a joy had faltered, all in simply seeing the slightest of oddities in your behaviour, because she knew you well enough to see everything you hadn't even spoken about. You weren't sure what to feel about it when you were already knee deep into guilt. There was no telling if it's already swallowed you whole or still waiting either.

But to Taylor, the concern came climbing up on her heart, knowing all too well that the many times you've spaced out before was in reason to getting caught up in a web of worries.

She took a moment to just see you, search your eyes for anything that she could find and recognize, but it wasn't long until she set Meredith down gently beside you both instead. Her body moved closer to you in a careful shift.

"...Are you okay?" she asks. For a second, you cracked, just a little. It was like she breathed on glass that was vulnerable to break from anything, even when she didn't mean any harm.

You tried resisting it, but your frown only got deeper, more emotional, and you leaned in more into her instantly.

She had her arms wrapped around you without another second to spare, bringing you closer to her chest. You could hear the soothing shushing that came from her lips as she does.

Nothing urged you to talk about it. There wasn't any willing want in your heart either. Everything had seemed to just overwhelm you, all at once like that giant wave going down, and it wasn't good. It wasn't relief, it wasn't realization, just something that could knock you down and never let you get back up.

Her warm embrace felt safe, similar in hand to a gentle song surrounding you in its comfort. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked in softness.

You looked into her eyes. "I...it's...just..." you were about to start, but then gave out to the distress in your mind instead of continuing. "It's nothing," the words slipped out your mouth, uttered like a truth, but draped over with a white lie.

Taylor didn't take that. She didn't want to, and she certainly wouldn't want you to get away with shutting down. "Hey..."

She keeps her gentle tone even as she continued. "Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right? No judgement...no expectations." Her hand brushed against your back in a small comforting way, giving that bit of affection that always seemed to make your nerves ease, even if it was just a little.

You bit your lip deeply after a short sigh out. With a gentle pull on the pinkish skin, you tasted copper against your tongue, although there was no red. Taylor tilted her head just enough to see you.

When she sees the smallest tatter on the skin, a soft breath escapes her, and she reaches up carefully to brush her thumb over your lip so your instincts let it go.

Taylor was patient. You knew it. She always was. But you felt like no words could escape your mouth—like your brain had gotten that overload to where it would just shut down, and none of it was for you to blame because you did want to speak. So, you only frowned, looking to her shoulder in guilt.

You stayed there in decision for just a moment, but it didn't take long for you to grab your phone again.

It unlocked once the password was put in, and you held it out for her take. It was still in the same app as you left it earlier.

She looked at you, then your phone, only getting more concerned, but her hand carefully took it from your hold to see what it was. As soon as her eyes land on the screen, she realized that it was a post from one of your friends.

"Probably having fun," you mumbled out beside her, having gone to curl up and hug your legs once more. She scrolls down further, seeing the caption and the date that it was posted on, which was just an hour or two ago.

She blinked, trying to process it, but it didn't take her long. Her expressions soon soften, and she let her shoulders lower when she's picked all the pieces of the unspoken puzzle. "...Oh...baby," she breathed out, looking at you again.

Her arms brought you closer again, giving you warmth as she put the phone back down. Meredith was purring beside you both, despite the emotional rise.

"Did they...ever...tell you? Or ask?" Taylor looked down at you, and you didn't capture her eyes, but she definitely saw the small little sadness in your pupils, both because of whats happened, and the branches of overthinking going on in your mind.

You shook your head just a little, which causes a small quietness to cover over the both of you.

She only gazed at you with doubled care, if possible, and she moved to get more comfortable before opening her arms up for you.

"Come here..." she urged gently. You hesitated, but you couldn't really resist, going closer to feel the warmth that she provided, all as you hid into her chest.

"Just stay for a while."

She breathed slowly, lowering herself more to rest herself against your hair.

It was just that. Taylor holding you for a quiet moment, giving a pause and break from all the emotional things going on. It felt like she could take away all your problems by just...being her. Being with you.

You closed your eyes at the rush of the warm aid to your feelings, and you had to tighten your embrace just a little more in reponse.

"...It's okay," she whispered. Her lips brushed just ever so slightly at your ear as she glides up for a soft kiss on the side of your head.

"...I know, it's difficult, seeing that. And it's not something you can just...brush away and forget." You let her words drift in your mind, processing, but you couldn't really figure out how to say anything back.

You didn't need to, anyway. The way she held you was enough for words to be far from the true comfort touch could give.

A pause goes by. She leans back, then put her finger right below your chin, wanting you to look up at her. "But you should know...you didn't do anything to make them pull back. If you didn't get invited, thats on them, not you."

You sighed out softly, eyes traveling down. "I don't know...I just...maybe they thought I get overwhelmed way too many times, so they just thought...not telling me would make it less complicated, or...or worse, they forgot."

She searched your face, trying to see everything held back under the surface. "Baby...it was a little mean of them for not telling you. And if they did think about it...some kind of acknowledgement would have been better too. Gentle acknowledgement."

"Like, anyone with half the logic I have, would realize that acting casual and going quiet is bad, but posting it on instagram, when knowing full well that you could see their posts?" She shook her head in a small frustration for you.

For a while, there was quietness, and Taylor was taking your last reason into consideration next. Not that she really needed to, as the answer could be obvious for anyone.

"And if they forgot...then I don't know if they're really counted as your close friends, sweetheart," Taylor whispered, giving you that gentleness thats always needed when saying such words, and your eyes flickered to her. Although filled with hurt, there was a certain knowing look in your expressions.

"But what if its not intentional?" you tried to reason, to think of it in another perspective in a way to help your mind. Which, was slowly getting caught up in clusters of messes.

She sighed softly, her expressions softening along with her words. "Okay...there's multiple of them, right?" she asked. You hesitated, but gave a small, gentle nod.

"At least one of them should have cared enough to ask, or just speak up and tell you about it," she said, her hand carefully going up, and brushing your hair with her fingers. You thought it through, then slumped a little into her as the words started to register.

She felt your fingers furling into her shirt. You were closing your eyes as if it could make it any better. "It's just...like...I...wish I wasn't like this, Tay." You looked up to catch her gaze, eyes vulnerable. The words were spilled out slow, but fast at the same time, mixed with hesitation, and wanting to get it all over with.

Your lips tightened. "Like, what if I'm just gonna be this...stupid sensitive thing that everyone always sees? I don't fit...parties. I never did," you say, tumbling it all out completely like it didn't seem to be the most offensive thing if someone else had spewed that out to you.

Taylor swallowed gently, then slowly shook her head. "...No..." she whispered back, and as much as it was quiet, her voice held genuine firmness enough to be holding you together.

"Baby, no..." the next words were breathed out, and she pulled you even closer, leaning in for a soft kiss on your temple.

"Listen. You are not...a 'stupid sensitive thing', you are a person. You have a beautiful mind, and it needs the care that most people don't...seem to want to acknowledge." Her words made you try to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

She takes a deep breath in, sighing out as she leaned back. "Do you wanna know what I think?" Her blue eyes caught on yours once again. Her fingers were splayed out on your back, but not gripping the fabric like you were with her shirt. You were waiting. She was willing to give it all to you. The perspective she had, and the tenderness in her care.

"I think...that you love the quieter, and simpler moments," she whispered, her free hand pushing back some of your hair. "And I think thats...perfect already, for who you are." A gentle touch was felt when her hand goes back down, resting on your knee.

You couldn't help it. Her voice was reaching out easily to you, and through the battle of your mind, it was all going down already. But in the moment, you looked down, finding her palm to trace the light lines upon it.

She tilts her head, a small smile curving her lips when she noticed, but she continues. "...I know your brain might not like it, and it might fight with it just because you think you should like more entertaining things...but sweetheart, your heart is already content with comfort, and definitely prefers it a whole lot more."

You bit your lip, but didn't do any damage this time, your hand turning into a loose fist against her palm. "But I don't wanna be careful." She felt the brush of your knuckles, and her hand simply held it, embracing in the language of hands. A hug, without arms wrapped around bodies.

"I know...but thats what you need," she whispered back, glancing to your hand, and she unfurls your fingers to slip hers through, intertwining, before looking back at you to keep eye contact again.

"Thats what you deserve. Gentleness. Care. And why would I ever want you to be left feeling overwhelmed?" she asked. yoirs shoulders went down slightly in defeat of your body.

Her face softens. "It's not fun when you see me being overwhelmed over work, right?" Your brain clicked in her point, and there was that look of realization that she's been trying to reach.

"No..." your voice was small, but either way, she still heard it, and saw the way your lips moved in admittance, which had her breathing out in gentle relief.

"Exactly, baby," she murmured, leaning in close so she could brush your noses in a gentle nuzzle for making it through the hard part.

You didn't want to say it, add in another thing, but it bubbled up your throat to go past your lips. "...But...I...I just...ruin it for you when we do go to parties."

Her look didn't contain any frustration, or anger at the added in worry, but just more worry and affection instead. She shook her head gently, insistently almost, and her eyes were sweet in love and care.

"I know you can get overwhelmed really easily. Okay? But listen, you could never. ruin. a single. thing." Your lips were parting to speak up, but her finger gently stopped you before you could.

"I'm not done, shhh..." You giggled, just ever so slightly, and her heart lightened at the small sound of joy. "You're my whole...entire world. Above anything else, you're my priority."

"It doesn't matter if you feel like you wanna cry, or hide away, or just have some spot to sit at. You can have all that, and I'll always be here to hold your hand, or to just hold you exactly like this," she says, having brought you up to her chest all over again, even tighter this time, feeling like a teddy bear hugging you.

She kissed the top of your head. "You deserve a break whenever you need it, baby. It doesn't make you any less of a human being. In fact it only makes you more, okay? Because yes, of course, some of these people can go through these parties somehow, and I can too, but it doesn't mean I haven't gotten overwhelmed myself either."

She was going into a ramble of her own really, but you simply listened, in admiration, and trying to get it all engraved in your mind.

A sigh left her lips as she caught her breath for a moment. "It's something thats...normal. It doesn't seem like it, and for some reason other people don't think it is. But...everyone always has their own levels of sensitivities to certain things."

You leaned into her more, burying your face into her chest, and finding home somewhere near her collarbone, steady with the feel of her heartbeat.

She rests her cheek against your hair, nearly squishing herself against you as her fingers trailed down your spine. "...We don't have to go to parties...you know? There's other things we could do."

"Like us, cuddling right now...there's no need for all the...loud and fun thingies," she murmured, giving a small squeeze, and you let out a small giggle at the end of her sentence.

She joined in with a small smile and a chuckle herself, nuzzling into your neck, but pulling back afterwards. Her hands go up to cup your face, holding you like you were something precious.

"I...see you as the most...kind, loving soul...and thats exactly why I love you," she whispered. Your eyes reflected the absolute affection that she had in hers.

"I also love that side of you that needs the special care it craves, and I want to give it the gentleness it deserves." Now you know why you fell for her in the first place. Her absolute adorable way of loving you, and her need to reaffirm that one thought in her mind that seemed to always linger.

"...Thank you..." you said it under your breath, your words faltering slightly in the midst of an emotional burst your heart just got from whatever magic she put.

"I love you so much." You leaned into her, mumbling, and nuzzling into her hands that held your face.

She giggled, about to practically melt at the sight and the soft touch. She goes closer, brushing her lips first before capturing you into a sweet kiss. "...I love you too."

It lingers, even as you both pull away, and her hands slip to go loosely by the nape of your neck. You could still feel the warmth and softness of her lips.

She looked into your eyes. Not analyzing, not searching, just seeing the shine in them that she always loved to see whenever you were in moments like this.

"You know what?" she says suddenly. You gazed, curiosity striking up to fill your senses at her change of tone for a possible idea.

"We can do something better. Better than...partying, or hanging out with random people, friends of friends. We can have our own fun, sweetheart." A smile was growing on her face, getting bigger and showing her cute teeth with one that had gotten chipped just the smallest bit. She was planning on getting it fixed. You remember.

When you reel your mind back from the distraction so you could sink back into reality, you hear the last of her sentence; "And it doesn't even have to be anything crazy, it can still be fun even with some calmness."

You raised your eyebrows, in question of what exactly she had in mind, and she grinned.

"So...how about...we get off of this couch...and go to our room, and play some Minecraft with you sitting right in my lap? So I can cuddle and kiss you without leaning over to my side..." she suggests, and if the idea of the scene wasn't enough for her, the way your face lit up at it was even more of a love attack to her heart.

Then, you looked down to the cat beside you both, who's either been listening in on the conversation, or napping. "Can we bring Meredith...?"

She giggles wholeheartedly, her head gently tilting as she did. "Yes, we can bring Meredith, baby..."

You silently cheered on the inside, the big smile on your face showing it all as you carefully picked the cat up and stood, bringing Taylor with you by your other hand.

She didn't mind it at all, and loved how fast you agreed to simply play a video game with her.

Your shared footsteps on the wooden flooring was gentle, albeit with some creaks sounding out, it only showed that the house was lived in by the two of you.

As soon as you arrived, you carefully hand Meredith over to Taylor, who blinked, having taken her from you out of instinct. But she saw the excitement visible from you.

She watched you with affection in her gaze, and moved to sit down on the bed, getting comfortable by the center of the pillows, and set down Meredith beside her.

You turned on the tv with the remote, then grabbed the controllers for both of you, and you soon joined her on the bed.

The console turned on with a gentle beep once you pressed the main button on your controller, and you leaned into Taylor with a soft sigh.

She tilted her head, but then smiled as she gently pulled you in, bringing you up to settle in her lap, and your lips parted in surprise.

Then a small, light blush overtook you as you glanced at her over your shoulder. She stifled a small giggle, having kept her promise from earlier that you had either forgotten, or hesitated on accepting.

You decided to have Meredith in your lap too, practically looking like some three layer cake stacked on each other. Taylor smiled widely, reaching over to hold you, and at times petting Meredith.

You went through the games on the homescreen before eventually finding Minecraft, just like she suggested, and you leaned your back against her front as the game loaded up.

She connected her own controller, feeling the textured joysticks and getting herself familiar to the controls again.

Once you've made a new world, you used the splitscreen mode so she could join, and you soon saw her character ingame.

She had a skin that looked exactly like her, although wearing overalls, and shoes that matched your skin's.

You both started gathering wood, and all the materials needed for a house when you found a beautiful little spot for it. Of course, not forgetting to grab beds for the mobs spawning in the nighttime.

It was all going well, and you even had a nether ruin portal nearby with only one block missing, which was in the chest. An easy access to the underworld.

You had adventured out a little, finding biomes all around and collecting different types of wood for the house until you were content. There were villages with cats that Taylor was already taming, and a swamp with a witch's hut.

You were up tall on the walls of your shared house as you built, carefully crouching your character, and Taylor was sorting out the items in the chest.

She had already told you that she was planning on going mining when she spots something out the front of your home.

"Oh my god, baby, look," she urged, having stopped on her journey out as she heard a sound and looked up.

You hummed, turning your view to where Taylor was looking ingame, then blinked at the sight. "When did we have a frog here?" you asked, seeing it making itself home right at the path of your house.

"I think you left it, from when you were going to make that farm thing?" She responded in question, unsure as she was trying to remember back from the hour before.

The random situation clicked in your brain, and you relaxed into her. "Ohhh...right, to get the froglight blocks...oops."

"The frog kinda took froglights too literally..." Taylor mumbled gently, as the frog was standing atop the lamppost you had done together. It looked all high and mighty, and you laughed.

She giggled softly too, and that made the cat in your lap open its eyes in curiosity of the slight shaking. Or, it thought you two were purring cats of your own.

"Okay, I'm gonna go mining now..." Taylor murmured, continuing to walk away, and you took a peek.

"Stay safe, baby," you noted, continuing your building as you do. There were meows within the game, and that had Meredith staring at the screen.

Taylor leaned forward, giving a soft kiss to the side of your head. "Love you," she whispered. You flushed gently, feeling your shoulders go ever so slightly upwards at the sudden affection.

"Love you too...and I'm still right next to you. You're not going mining in real life," you said to her, looking at her eyes. They had their corners crinkled, adorably mixed in with her nose scrunched up too.

"I know, I just wanted to kiss you." She leaned in closer. You had an even wider smile than before, giggling as you meet her in a sweet kiss upon the lips.

When you pulled away, she rested her chin on your shoulder, adorable and comfortable there. You both had gone on to your own tasks, and a quiet peacefulness settled in the atmosphere.

She was travelling the dark caves until—"Oh my god!!?" she exclaimed. Your eyes went to her side of the screen, and a large gasp came from your mouth as you saw her getting blown up by a creeper.

The death message came up, and you blinked at first, but then bursted into fits of giggles, laughter sparkling up the area and her heart like none other.

She joined in giggling beside you, all while pressing respawn to go quickly retrieve her stuff back before it could disappear.

"Gosh, these creepers..." she murmured out softly, sighing as she tries to make her way back to whichever cave she let herself wander into.

You heard another explosion, but nearby the house this time, which could only mean that she had gotten another creeper attack.

You had to resist from laughing again as you saw her staring up at you in the game, catching your gaze. Somehow she hadn't died. "Baby...are you okay??"

"Yeah! Yes...just...I have a creeper curse now. Which is great, exactly what I wanted for mining...three of them jumped from behind me!" she says, rambling slightly.

"Light up the place more, sweetheart. And get a shield, if you haven't..." You let one of your hands trail down to her arm to give a comforting rub, and she pouted.

"I have...they just come out of nowhere!" You could see the shape of her lips in the corner of your eye, above your shoulder still, and you couldn't hold back a smile.

"Well...they are called creepers..." you whispered, the old pun within the sentence being very obvious, and she laughed softly once again. "Shush..."

Little gentle sounds played as she picked up her items again, getting them secured into her inventory. "Our iron and diamonds are safe, thankfully."

You cheered gently, and finished up the last of the house you were building. She was coming back, running across the grass and grabbing some food for the both of you in the midst of it.

Once she arrived, she saw the house that you've been working on, and stayed admiring it for a moment. "That house looks beautiful, baby," she whispered near your ear.

You smiled softly, feeling your heart warm up at her compliment. "Thank you...I need some good boots though, I keep falling."

She gave a soft kiss somewhere on your skin. "Yes, you love falling while building. I'll get you some. Enchanted too, maybe..." she murmured, trailing off. She was wanting to give you the best of gifts, and you had to catch your heart from entirely bursting.

By the hours that passed, and a mealtime going by too, you two soon had the tv off, bodies in comfy clothing, and you were settling into bed for the night.

You went in first, getting comfortable on the soft mattress. Taylor joins in slowly behind you, laying down on her side of the pillows, even if it didn't matter, since you both would always get in each other's sides, cuddling.

Her arms circled themselves around your waist, and she pulls you closer. You turned around so you could see her.

It was gentle as you leaned in, breathing in her scent and burrowing yourself into her. She felt that fuzzy, gentle feeling within her, her nose brushing against your hair in the meanwhile.

With a breath, you adjusted yourself more, deciding to rest your cheek against her chest. For a bit, you tilt your head up to catch her gaze down on you, and you search her eyes with carefulness. "...Do you know how much I appreciate you?"

A smile grew upon her lips, and she moved to intertwine your legs below. "Maybe now I do...but I kind of see it every day. When you kiss me...or look into my eyes..." she whispered.

This was as close as you could possibly be with her, all warm and snuggled up. She then went to give your nose a small, tiny little boop. "And I'm just as grateful to have you, sweetheart..."

Your heart was full of what the sunshine would feel like in the mornings, and you took in the moment, simply going quiet again and cuddling.

It was the time to fall to slumber. Definitely. But you were only blinking, eyes open, and even if you let them fall to a close, it would be pointless. A staring contest with the darkness without drifting away.

And so, a gentle sigh escapes you. "Tay..." you whispered, and that made you have her loving attention once more.

"Mmn?" she responded, having been gently running her hands through your hair. The cats weren't in bed this time around. It was just you, and her, and nothing else.

"...I dunno if I can sleep," you murmured, looking up at her once more. There was just that second of admiring her, to feel the rise and falls of her chest for just a bit.

She hums softly in thought, hands mindlessly gliding down to your arm. "What do you wanna do then?"

"...Sleep..." you responded back, in that sleepy tone she loved. She giggled, hugging you closer. "I know, baby. I mean, do you wanna...watch a movie...talk...or...?"

"Mmn." You gently squished your cheek against her slightly, and Taylor could feel the small pressure on her chest.

Then, you breathed in softly. "Can you...um...will yooouu..." your word was elongated in both hesitation and trying to find the right way of saying it, fingers fiddling with the fabric of her shirt.

She waits patiently, her lip caught in her teeth ever so gently, and there was a small raise in her brows.

You took a deeper breath next. "Can you maybe, sing to me? Maybe?" the words spilt out soon enough, and Taylor gazed down at you to see the glimmer in your eyes that had hopes and nerves.

"You don't have to, its just..." you shook your head, a sigh escaping as you hug her closer again.

She goes to gently pause you before you could speak any further. "Baby...of course I'll sing for you," she easily said.

"Do you know how cute you are?" Taylor whispered, stifling a small, sweet laugh, and a warm blush was making its way up your cheeks.

She shifted slightly to get more comfortable, her cheek against the pillow while parts of her skin also brushed against your hair still. "Mmn...what are some lullabies I know of..."

You waited patiently, not wanting to push, but also hoping for one thing. Just one special thing.

The air in the room was gentle, and it was quiet. Only the AC had a small noise, and her breaths were right next to you.

Then, she smiles, giving you that softest, most comforting look that she always had. She didn't take long. A starting was slowly coming around, and her humming rose up quietly in the hushed room.

"...I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go." she whispered, the gentle melody in her voice following along.

She had her hands moving gently, fingers going to thread through your hair like it was her second nature to do, and most times, it was.

"When all those shadows almost killed your light..."

"I remember you said, 'Don't leave me here alone'..."

"But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight." You could hear her heartbeat to where you were at her chest, and it was matching in tenderness of the music.

"Just close your eyes..." She went to have her hand hovering right above your forehead, gliding down gently to make you close your eyes, and you giggled. It made her falter her singing slightly to join you in a small, quiet chuckle, but she continues.

"The sun is going down...you'll be alright." You nuzzle more into her, letting out a sigh in relief. Her hand travels to your back, and she sneaks in a sweet kiss to your forehead with her very own nuzzle.

"No one can hurt you now."

"Come morning light..."

"You and I'll be safe...and...sound." Once the chorus goes down, her voice goes back down to a hum, and it was working. The drowsiness was settling in.

"Don't you dare look out your window, darlin', everything's on fire..."

"The war outside our door keeps ragin' on..."

"Hold on to this lullaby." You could feel your eyes starting to get droopy, and it was getting difficult to keep yourself awake just to hear her sing.

But by the time you closed your eyes again, there was no resisting in surrendering yourself over to the peaceful slumber.

"Even when the music's gone..." She looks down, a small raise of affection in her lips as she notices. "Gone..."

Then, she starts humming softly, following the gentle melody she remembers from the many times she's played it, both to you, to an audience, and when she first produced the song. But the most points that had gotten the record on that song, was you. And she adored it just as much as you did.

She does so until she decides its long enough of a melody for your mind to be at peace, and your gentle expressions showed so.

Only her breaths sounded out next, and she was closing her eyes, too. She was content with being intertwined with you, feeling your body's warmth like the light of the sun.

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kuromixheartzzz · 18 days ago

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WANNA BE MY FN DUO?! | prologue. maybe you should-

connecting…

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YOUR IN

finally!!! what better way to relax after finishing a shift than playing fortnite. contrary to popular belief (your friends opinions) you don’t have an addiction!

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well.. perchance... you suppose you do….. but it’s all within good reason plus it harms no one—

FLICKER

you are disrupted from your inner monologue by the flash of your character on the screen. honestly you would ask the gc to play with you or hiori and niko but it was currently 5 am. (don’t ask) so you decide to just mope around and play by yourself like a loner..

nevermind— scratch that.

maybe this is your chance to make some friends! ones that will support your hobbies and interests unlike yours. you change the solo mode to squad as you wait patiently for randos to load in up in your lobby. you decide to distract yourself by scrolling mindlessly through social media on your phone. luckily, soon enough 3 users filled in your screen.

you kept your mic off just in the lobby so when the actually game starts you will turn it on because honestly it was quite embarassing that you were seeking out unknowns online to play with.. but whatever- you guess it’s not that deep and no one really cares that much. as you finish your rant to nobody in particular, the game already is starting. you turn on your mic to mutter a meak-

“hello.”

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silence.

wow.. okay. that was embarrassing. maybe you should just stay mute?? but your cut off by an energetic voice-

“HIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!”

but that’s all you get before he goes mute as well. ok so they don’t want to converse.. that’s fine!

the game goes seamlessly however your 100% sure that they were all friends in a separate vc and you were a filler cause they coordinated a bit too well for a lobby full of mute people. but eh- it’s not like they are hurting you or anything. but that’s until it’s left with the last 10 people. and they finally decide to turn on their mics.. or at least one of them does-

choki_:x turns on their mic

“chikawaluvr please keep up with us.. u suck lol”

EXCUSE ME- maybe you just didn’t hear that right..

“yea u should get off”

OKAY- you see how it is..

“don’t even.. your probably a 30 year old incel who needs to get employed.”

maybe that was a little too far.. maybe you should apologi—

“k.”

k. K. no its okay you will just finish this match and continue with your life like every normal EMPLOYED person.

luckily your team won. but that dickhead clearly wasn’t done insulting your gaming skills unmuting his mic just to say-

“u should quit lol”

QUIT. MAYBE I SHOULD QUIT??? MAYBE YOU SHOULD—@#$%^*@(I&@(@)@))

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-> return to lobby

CLICK!

(a/n: YAYYYYY ITS STARTING!!! 😼)

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heavensentgojo · 9 months ago

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OFFICE HOURS ONLY! K.NANAMI

synopsis in which y/n works alongside nanami in a huge project, only to find herself getting the stress fucked out of her

warnings female anatomy, she/her pronouns, stimulation/penetration, oral sex, pet name used is "sweetheart", unpotected sex, gojo mentioned as a fuck buddy,

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WORKING hours and hours at the most famous company really had you fucking drained to the fullest. Getting up at 6 am to be at work at 8 and then going home at 11 pm. Your schedule was mostly full of just work on work on work. But the pay was good at least. And it’s not like you totally hated your job, there was one thing you really looked forward to every morning.

Which was Nanami Kento. The man who would always greet you when you would walk in the office, his “good morning, miss” would always hit the spot, making you look forward to the day. The man who welcomed you on your first day and took you out to get a coffee, little did you know he remembered it, taking you your coffee everyday. The man who would always try to make small talk with you in the break room and ask you little questions.

You knew since the first day you had a huge crush on Nanami. After all he was handsome, well put together, and very well dressed. The suits he had on which made him look so sexy in, they were always top designer suits. Which was understandable since he’s been working longer in this company than you and making more. You wanted Nanami. But the more you thought about him, it just made you more curious about him. is he married? does he have kids? what are his hobbies? but you never made your move. You put the thought in your head that a man like him was most likely married and probably had kids, oh but how you were so wrong.

Nanami was single. A hard working single man who was always working 24/7 and practically had no life other than this job. He never really thought of love. He was always stressed and had no time for anything. He wished he could find someone to relate to his problems. Someone who can probably help him and relieve all this stress he has in him. And he will.

NOW it was 9:30 pm on a Friday, you were working on a big project your boss assigned you, it wasn’t too bad but the first section you were done with. It was just the second section you had a struggle with. You had been working on this project for days, you even had to stay overtime. You set your pencil down and sighed, leaning on your chair. Since you were going to be extending your stay at the office tonight, you thought you should get coffee, italian coffee of course. You grabbed your mug, making your way to the break room which was not too far from your office.

But of course Nanami was in there, He turned his head over to you and flashed a smile. “hello y/n”. you smiled back at him, “hi nanami” you said softly, your voice ringing in his ears. You walked in the room making your way to the coffee machine and pouring it in your mug, your back faced to Nanami. “How’s your project coming along? I see you’re staying overtime to finish it?” he leaned over the counter, taking a sip out of his mug.

you let out a chuckle, “yeah I am.. I got done with the first section of it.. it’s just the second part. i’m just so stressed” you sighed. “i’m sorry about that.. but you know I can always give you a helping hand” nanami offered to you. Maybe this could be your chance to get to know him better, but you knew how stressful it could be so you didn’t want him to help you. “uhm no nanami it’s okay really.. I really appreciate the offer though” you nodded. “I don’t take no for an answer, y/n” he said in a serious tone.

“are you really sure?” you looked at him sincere. “yes of course” he nodded, you sighed. “fine, uhm i’ll go over to your office once everyone starts heading out.” he put his coffee mug down to add more creamer, “sure thing”, you smiled and started walking out, “alright thanks nanami! i’ll see you later” you said before leaving the room.

You let out a breath you held in while talking to him, as you got to your office you squealed lowly to yourself in excitement. It was finally your time with Nanami alone. Just you two, no one else in the office.

AS the time passed you grew impatient, you wanted to be with Nanami, and finally the time came. You fixed up yourself in the bathroom mirror. Lifting up your skirt and fixing your blazer, along with your hair. You also fixed up your makeup since you had your bag with you, you added more of your lipstick and gloss on your lips. You got your perfume and sprayed all over your body.

Looking in the mirror you fixed up a little more. You left the bathroom and gathered your things, heading to Nanamis office. You took a deep breath and knocked on his door which you heard him say “Come in!” you slowly opened the door and slid in. “hi” you said with a small wave making Nanami smile. “here come take a seat” he patted the seat next to him by his desk. you took your seat, you opened up your computer and pulled out the section you had to work on for the project. Nanami pulled your chair closer to him making you widened your eyes.

“Sorry I couldn’t see your screen” he said. You nervously chuckled, “i’m sorry about that”. You turned your computer to him. “It’s fine, let’s get to work shall we?” you smiled and nodded. “yes, let’s do it..”

An hour had past by, you and nanami quickly opened up to each other. Just like how you hoped for. He was telling you everything you wanted to know, To his hobbies, to his favorite ice cream color. You were admired by him, the way he talked about his passions with you. It just made you fall for him even more.

Nanami wasn’t really the type to open up quickly or even talk, but with y/n it was different. She was different. She was a breath of fresh air and that’s something Nanami needed in his life. Y/n made him feel at ease. He felt like he could talk to her without being judge, vice versa with her as well. Not only that Nanami always noticed y/n. She was very hot. But he thought she had a boyfriend, a girl like her was probably in a relationship. he was wrong like how you were.

“Alright I think that’s the last of it” Nanami typed the final words in and sent in an email to the boss. “thank you nanami I really appre-” you got cut off by a notification on your phone, making you both look down as your phone was placed in between you both. Giving Nanami access to see your phone clearly and so did you.

GOJO: haven’t seen you in a while, angel. can I see you tonight?

“boyfriend?” Nanami looked away from the phone to you. You looked at him at the same time, “no he’s just a friend”. Nanami raised his brow at you, he wasn’t convinced. “friends send each other those kin-” once again your phone rang and it was gojo again…

GOJO: [attachment image] (dick pic)

“Friends send each other those type of messages and pictures?” Nanami teased. You turned off your phone, “it’s not like that..” you sighed. “you’re not going to reply?” you shakes your head no, of course not why would you reply when your with the man who you’ve been dying to spend time with.

“I'm just too stressed to be dealing with him right now” you closed your computer. “I could help with that.” Nanami smirked and put his hands on your thighs “h-huh?” you stuttered in disbelief but as you turned your head a bit, all that you saw was the genuine expression on his features.

Although you weren't too familiar with Nanami all that well, you couldn’t help but feel sure that he wasn’t the type to play games. His serious demeanor combined with that smirk hinted at a depth you found irresistible.

“Y-You could help?” you echoed, your heart racing as his hand lingered on your thigh. It was a bold move, and you were torn between excitement and nerves.

“Just a little stress relief,” he said, his voice low, leaning slightly closer. “Sometimes we need more than just coffee to unwind.”

You swallowed hard, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. But all you saw was a desire that mirrored your own. “What do you have in mind?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nanami chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, we could start by talking about what you really want,” he replied, brushing his thumb gently against your skin.

The heat radiating from his touch sent shivers down your spine. “I... I want to know you better,” you admitted, your heart pounding. “But I don’t want to complicate things.”

He leaned back slightly, giving you a searching look. “Complication can lead to something beautiful,” he said, his tone earnest. “And right now, I think we both need a break from this endless cycle of work.”

"I guess you could say that."

Nanami hummed at your word, his hand sliding a bit more up your thigh. you heart thumped against your chest and you were sure that if you released your body from it's tense state, it would beat right through your chest. "now," he began, making you look up at him, your eyes locked on each others.

"tell me your answer to my previous question, y/n."

"what i want?" you question. it seemed like you were making sure that you understood what he meant, but in actuality, you already knew. you just needed some kind of excuse to give yourself time to think and answer the question properly without making a complete fool of yourself. he nodded, sitting up properly in his seat.

"i just need a break from this project. that's all." you finally confessed. although it was the truth, it wasn't the entirety of it. "then lets take one. I'm sure thirty minutes won't hurt."

"just thirty?" you questioned, eyes widening at his next word. "what? you think it'll take longer for me to get you to feel good?" his fingertips finally grazed your clothed sex with a careful motion. your body jolted just barely, but with the way Nanami's gaze was on you, he of course noticed it.

"relax for me, sweetheart. this is supposed to help you feel better." he twisted his wrist slightly, allowing the pads of his middle and ring finger to press against your clothed bud. you let out a shaky breath and as he applied more pressure, the feeling only increased. "you know, there's a few people down the hall." he muttered, using his freehand to turn your chair so that you'd face him. "all had the same idea as us to stay after hours and finish up some work."

Nanami mentioned this on purpose. he knew where he wanted to get with this and you began to pick up on it too when he began massaging circular motions against your sensitive bud. "as much as i want to hear the beautiful sounds you make, you have to be quiet, okay?" he features softened and you so badly wanted to feel relaxed by it, but the more he continued, the harder you'd bite down on your bottom lip to suppress the slipping whimper.

you shook your head, holding his gaze and moving your hand to grip his wrist. "Nanami-" he only sped up his movements, and this time you couldn't help but let out an audible moan. the fabric of your panties only gave you more friction. his hands were skillful and heavy in a way that you couldn't even begin to explain. "that's going to be a problem, y/n." he spoke, his voice snapping you out of your small daze along with the fact that he stopped his movements.

"what is?" you asked, uneasy not just by his words, but his tone as well. he couldn't have just played you and decided against you guys' dangerous idea, right? that wasn't like Nanami, but when you thought deeper, you realized that maybe it was. afterall, you didn't know him all that well. "oh, don't sound so heartbroken sweetheart." he said, a small frown on his lips at your despairing expression.

"i-i'm sorry." you quickly said, shifting a bit to get out of his grasp, but he stopped you with a hand against the arm of your chair. "that's not it. you've got the wrong idea, y/n. i meant that you can't make such sounds. so loudly, at that."

confusion struck you just as hard as the realization. you weren't thinking straight at all. call it the stress, fatigue, or lust, but it was all scrambling your train of thought and it was obvious since you hadn't even noticed the fact that Nanami was guiding you to stand as he still sat. he pulled you closer to him, one of his knees making its way between your parted legs. "take a seat, sweetheart. I've got a solution to that vocal mouth of yours."

you followed his words and took a seat right on his thigh, your legs straddling either side. Nanami admired you deeply and lustfully, yet he was able to keep his composure. you on the other hand, couldn't help but grind down just a bit at the lack of attention that you needed in certain areas. Nanami quirked an eyebrow at your actions, and while you wanted to feel regret for your impatience, you couldn't.

it simply felt too good.

"please touch me again, Nanami." you muttered, the feeling of yearn coming to you when you glanced at his hand that rested against your thigh. he only lifted your skirt, pushing the item further up to reveal your clothed sex. "let's keep you quiet for a bit, okay?" he muttered, his freehand meeting with your nape to pull your face down closer to his. your lips met after a small pause and Nanami pulled you in in mere seconds.

this new position allowed you to press your bud against his thigh and for Nanami to use his other hand to reach around you and pulling your panties to the side. the tips of his digits traced up and down your slit, making you moan into his mouth. he retreated his fingers just as swiftly and planted both of his hands on your waist, firmly gripping your flesh as a sigh fell onto your tongue.

you parted your lips as his tongue slid against your own. he griding your sex against his thigh, using your hips to control your body. a whimper escaped from you but he devoured it just in time for it to only be muffled. "I've needed you for so long, y/n."

this caught you off guard. you could've never imagined that Nanami would think such a thing and better yet say it to you. "everyday you show up to work, i can't help but drive myself insane just by thinking about you." he groaned, firmly holding your hips in place as he pulled back to look down at his slacks.

the dampened area just beneath your sex sent a wave of embarrassment over you and Nanami only let out a strained groan as he adjusted the growing tent of his lap. "stay quiet and make a mess for me, yeah?" you nodded to his words. "can you use your fingers again, Nanami?" the question was laced with impatience. you missed the feeling of his digits and he knew that. he motioned with your panties, lifting you with ease to remove the now bothersome article of clothing.

"anything you need, sweetheart. the purpose of this is to take some of that stress off of you afterall." Nanami wasted no time to guide his fingers to your sex, slowly inserting his fingers as you leaned forward to let out a moan into his shoulder. he withdrew them once before inserting them again. each time felt better than the last and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him as he pleased you better than you could even imagine.

you had a strong attraction to Nanami and it's lasted for weeks now. you'd always have theses fantasies about him whether you wanted to or not and neither of them could beat the standard that he was setting. "can't wait to feel you around me, sweetheart." his voice was low, rugged, and you could tell that his patience was slipping. if yours could be slipping and you were the center of his attention, you couldn't imagine how much he was holding back right now.

you saw the strain of his slacks. the way the material showed no mercy to hide the outline of his erection. "we don't have to wait." you finally spoke, pushing yourself up to hold his gaze. "please." you pled, using your hand to cup his jaw. he tried to read your expression, but the lust overpowered everything else.

you reached for his belt, undoing it and following that by unpinning the button of his slacks. in a swift movement, you pulled away his pants and his briefs, the last drop of patience leaving your being at the sight of him. you shifted when Nanami removed his fingers from your sex and in an attempt to finally get what you both wanted, you were stopped by Nanami as he grabbed your hand that was reaching for his length. "patience, sweetheart. take it slow. i don't want to hurt you."

"i can take it. please, Nanami." you couldn't count how many times that word had left your mouth tonight. Nanami gave you everything you asked for, yet you couldn't help but want more. all of him. despite your words, he knew that lust could be blinding so he shook his head, tone stern now. "slowly, y/n." he said.

a small pout was on you lips and he reached his hand up to your face, using his thump to swipe away your messed lip-gloss. "don't give me that look, sweetheart. i know you can take it. I'm not going anywhere until you feel satisfied so there's no rush." you nodded at his reassurance and he placed a supported hand underneath your thigh, helping you balance a bit better.

you kept yourself up on your knees as he gripped his length in a fist, holding your gaze as his tip prodded your entrance. he gently released your thigh just a bit, allowing you to sink down to engulf him with your warmth. he let out a moan through panting breaths, the thought of the people just down the hall leaving both of you guys' mind.

you let out a swear at the entirely new feeling and Nanami gently gripped your jaw so that you'd face him and hold his lustful gaze. he lowered you to sink down on him, both his and your lips parting as you let out a moan of pleasure. "you're so perfect like this, sweetheart." he managed to get out, his eyes admiring the way all of his length disappeared into your sex. he felt pure bliss and you clearly felt the same, given the way that your loudening whimpers began to heighten.

"yeah, you're handling it so well." he groaned as she tightened around him. Nanami help her hips, aiding her in riding him since she was too overstimulated to continue on her own. "so much." you mumbled as you leaned in to place a kiss to his jawline. he sighed from the action of affection and y/n began letting out smooth moans as he slowly lifted you from his length before your skin met with his lap once again.

"make a mess for me, sweetheart. i want to see how good I'm making you feel." he encouraged. you used whatever remains of energy you had to grind against him as you slick began to pool at the base of his erection. he gave you more, and like you have been when it comes to Nanami, all you could think was more. he knew this. he felt it in the way your movements sped up and heightened in incoordination.

he allowed it to happen for a period of time, but immediately stopped you when your moans grew. the whine that left your mouth came straight from your chest, making Nanami feel guilt immediately. "Nanami, why'd you stop? please don't stop." you whined, voice sounding like a broken cry. "i have to, sweetheart. you'll cum if i keep going and i can't have that because i want to taste you when you do."

with that, he quickly lifted you both from his seat and placed you to take his pace instead. he groaned as his length left the warmth of your sex. before you could retaliates, his knees met with the office's carpet and he wrapped both of his arms around your thighs, keeping your legs parted before he leaned in, his lips wrapping around your bud in seconds. a pleasureful whine escaped from your chest and his tongue gathered your arousal, the sweet taste urging him to grip his length with a desperate fist. he groaned into your sex and he placed a stripe of your own arousal against your bud.

his lips latched around the sensitive area as his tongue showed you no messy despite your cries and pleas. you were getting what you wanted which was more.

"Nanami i-i'm-" your breath hitched in your throat. your legs threated to close around his head but he was firm with his grip, holding you in place. "close?" he finished your sentence. "i know. cum on my tongue, sweetheart. please."

without another beat, you did just that, your arousal coating his tongue in just mere seconds. your body jolted and shivered against him and Nanami continued past your limits. your moans filled the room and Nanami released an arm form around your thigh and used his hand to grip his length, moaning as he brought himself to his own high. his cum spurted onto the fabric of his slacks and onto his thigh.

your panting breaths were in quiet harmony with one another and you glanced at Nanami with a dazed expression. he stood up, checking the watch on his wrist before leaning down to your face.

"we made good time, sweetheart. thirty minute break was well spent."

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