#I have not been able to focus today. I'm half way through the writing but itsa presentation video thing

[anothermonikan]

'In 33 hours this will all be over, whether you do it good or not you wont have to worry about it anymore, cmon Andy, you got this! You got this!' <<< trying to do their last assignment

[junkissed]

too hot to handle

member — junhui x gn!reader genre — sfw, fluff, comfort word count — 1k synopsis — dinner in bed is nice, but sometimes things get a little spicy. warnings — mentions of food and eating, reader doesn't eat/like spicy food (the title is a joke this is not smut it's not even a teeny bit suggestive. just pure fluff !!) notes — requested by @onlymingyus — so actually i am a big fat liar nsjdghf i randomly felt motivated to write jun fluff today bc i miss him so here's a little drabble from my inbox :-) my requests are still closed and i'm still on hiatus-ish, but i hope you enjoy!

the sound of loud slurping noises pulls your attention away from the tv as you lay in bed, tangled up in jun’s side with a bowl of ramen on your lap.

“you're doing that on purpose, aren't you?”

“doing what?” he mumbles through a mouthful of food as he looks up from his bowl, half a noodle still hanging between his lips before he swallows it up.

you stare at him for a moment. the look on his face is so cute that you can't tell if his ignorance is feigned or not, but does it really matter? you're going to let him get away with it either way. “nevermind,” you answer after a minute, and he shrugs and happily goes back to finishing up his dinner.

you stretch your back and relax into the pillows, and automatically jun lifts his arm so you can settle into his side. he always adjusts so you have a comfortable place to lean on, even if it hinders his ability to eat. your elbow rests on his hip as you lay against him, propping yourself up to balance your own bowl.

the tv plays quietly, a new drama that the two of you have been watching together the past few weeks. but it's just background noise; it might as well have been muted, because you'd stopped listening to it a while ago. it's the first night in too long that you've been able to spend time with jun uninterrupted, and you'd much rather focus on him. with both of your busy and exhausting lives, lazy evenings and dinner in bed have become few and far between lately, so you savor every moment you can get with him.

he slurps his ramen again, and now you're sure he was doing it on purpose because this time he does it much quieter than before. you can't help the smile that makes its way onto your face as you bring a spoonful to your own mouth, shaking your head in enamored fondness.

you lean your head back against his shoulder to look up at him. you don't know how he does it. how he manages to make you fold when he's not even trying.

he flashes you a grin when he sees you staring and he slurps from his spoon, this time making it clear he wants you to know he's doing it intentionally. you laugh softly move your head down towards the screen again, but he hums out a little noise and you pause to glance back up at him.

“wait a second,” he says after swallowing the broth in his mouth. he puts down his spoon and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up towards him, two gentle fingers guiding your cheek.

you follow his eyes as he stares down at your lips, and for a second you think he's going to kiss you. but instead he brushes his thumb across your lip, wiping away a stray piece of carrot from the corner of your mouth, and you feel your cheeks flush with heat.

“is that all?” you say, and he lets out a little hum in disagreement as he stares at you. you lick your lips reflexively under his gaze, your eyes never leaving his. the dim light from the tv makes him look even prettier, you think, studying the fuzzy outline of his features in the darkness.

“mmm… no, i think i missed a spot, actually.”

this time he leans down to kiss you and you crane your neck up to meet his lips, breaking into a smile as you feel him press against your mouth. your eyes flutter shut at the familiar movement of his lips moving with yours, so natural and warm and tender like it's the easiest thing in the world.

he pulls away after a second and sighs, settling back against the headboard of the bed and adjusting you in his arms. distantly you hear the drama's theme song playing in the background as the credits of the episode flash across the screen, but you don't care about following the story anymore.

at this moment you're more concerned with the biting warmth spreading across your lips, so you wipe the back of your hand against your mouth, and he lets out a little whine. “hey, why’d you do that?” he pouts. “don't wipe off my kisses. you're making me sad.”

“because you're burning my mouth! your ramen's too spicy for me,” you tease as you pout back at him, reaching across him to set your own half-empty bowl on the nightstand.

he grabs your wrist before you pull back and brings your hand up to his mouth. without having to ask you sigh, knowing what he wants, and you swipe your thumb over his lips even though there's nothing there.

“there. all gone, no more spice,” he hums with a smile and he gently releases your hand. you let your arm fall onto his lap, resting across his body and curling around his waist to pull him closer to you. “now come here and let me kiss you again, i have to replace the one you wiped off.”

you groan and pretend to roll your eyes, but you don't hesitate when he leans back in to capture your lips again. the heat is easy to put up with; you don't mind his spicy kisses, if it means you get to have moments in bed together like this.

“i'm gonna make you brush your teeth before you kiss me next time,” you grumble, but it's not hard to tell that your threats are empty.

jun just giggles and presses his lips against you once more, this time on your cheek by the corner of your mouth, because it's clear you're not serious nor upset. the days of being grossed out by each other have long since passed, and you'll gladly take a sloppy kiss from him any day. “love you, too.”

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[saltnsugarbear]

Lip with “Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” “Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” “…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.” 

so like on the low i ate this up

word count: 1.0k

content warnings: KAREN SLANDER IM SO SORRY (I don't like her but I hate slut shaming more) they don't enthusiastically consent but they're both into it I'm sorry 😔, so ig dubcon, oral (m!receiving) (don't ask for this ever again), Lip is kind of mean (the voices olive got to me on that one)

side note: don't expect any bj fics again cause I hate the idea of giving men head SORRY also I like triggered my own life apocalypse (got sick at work, power went out, etc)

come celebrate!

One of Lip's favorite things about you is your competitive nature. Not that he'd ever say that out loud, but it's one of the things that endeared him to you.

It made him like pushing your buttons even more.

So complaining while you actually work on your group project is the perfect way to annoy you today. However you've stopped paying him any mind, about three minutes into his griping. So he tries a new approach.

Bringing up his most recent conquests. So obviously that means he feels the need to mention Karen.

And the fact that instead of being tutored, she gave Lip head instead. The story makes you roll your eyes, shaking your head when he comments that it's probably the best blowjob he's ever gotten.

"It could not have been that good.." You scoff, trying to focus on finishing the sentence you're writing. "Actually, I take that back. Given how big of a slut she is, she's probably had plenty of practice."

"Oh fuck you-" Lip starts.

"Am I wrong?" You challenge him quickly, glaring up from your page.

"You're just pissed off you're not getting any." He sneers. You roll your eyes, you're not having this conversation with him.

Lip takes your silence as agreement, snickering lightly. "No wonder you're so uptight, you're not getting laid."

You have to bite your tongue to keep from retorting. He's fucking insufferable.

"Everything makes so much more sense now. Because I kept asking myself, y'know, why you're such a bitch. But it makes sense now, you're not getting away so you need to take your frustrations out another way."

"You're such a fucking asshole, Gallagher. You don't know shit about who I'm fucking." You snap at him, putting your pen down none too gently.

"Right, like anyone would be able to fuck you. Probably too fucking tight up there, can't even get a finger in you." Lip's look is gloating, like he's won some verbal sparring match.

You don't know why you're moving. Pushing out of your chair and tugging Lip's back. Lip sputters at the abruptness of your yanking, arms flying out for balance. Once there's enough space for you, you quickly step in between his legs before dropping down to your knees.

You're a little surprised at the small tent in Lip's slacks already, scoffing after you piece it together. "You get off on the sound of your own voice?"

"What? No. What are you-" You cut Lip's questioning off quickly, pushing yourself up to rest on your toes so you can easily rest your arm on his thigh as you press your palm against his half hard dick. Lip's words are muddled as you bully him through the fabric, fighting himself for some composure.

With one last squeeze, you bring both of your hands to his hips, pulling him forward until he's sitting at the very edge. You don't miss how he inhales sharply at your rough handling.

Once he's positioned better, you sit flat on your feet before looking up at him through your lashes and leaning forward, licking at his erection through his slacks. Lip groans as you continue to mouth at his cock, head falling back as you suck softly around the fabric.

Once you're satisfied with the wet patch you've made in his pants, you bring your hands to unbutton and unzip them before tugging them down slightly. Lip helps you out by lifting his hips up, letting drag them down past his knees. Your saliva bled through his pants, dampening his boxers where you had been teasing him.

Taking your time, you go back to mouthing at his erection. You can hear him shifting above you, glancing up to see him bring his hands around. Lip's hands are pushy as they hold the back of your head.

"Uh-uh.." You pull away from his bulge, catching his wrists before leaning forward and tucking them behind his back. "Those stay there."

"Fuck..." Lip mutters.

"Lift." You tap his hips as you curl your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Lip is a quick listener, lifting his hips up so you can tug his boxers down to his pants. He breathes out heavily when his cock springs free, hitting his stomach.

You're quick to take him in your mouth, sliding your tongue along the underneath of his length. There's a sense of pride as Lip struggles to form any words, the only things leaving his mouth a mix of whines and groans.

"Fuck, wait- shit-" Lip grunts as you sink back down to the base, glancing up at him with your nose brushing against his happy trail. "Mm- fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?"

You hum around his length, feeling how he twitches in your mouth before pulling all the way off.

"Well, the noises you're making are a pretty good indication of how you like it." You grin up at him, bringing your hand to wrap around the base of his cock.

"...God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it's turning me on even more." Lip's eyes are lidded as he looks down at you, watching as you slowly jerk him off. You roll your eyes at him, leaning back towards his cock.

"I liked you better when you could barely speak," you tell him before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of him.

"Fuu- ughh.." Lip grunts as you suckle at his head. His hips buck up into your mouth, pushing himself farther in. You hum sharply, taking your hands away from his base and pushing back against his hips. Lip breathes heavily as you keep his hips in place, flicking your tongue over the slit before pressing gently at the underside of his head.

"Wait-" Lip chokes out, hips bucking up again. "Shit, shit- fuck-"

Lip's release is thick on your tongue and you're quick to open your mouth, letting him watch as his cum coats your tongue. Doing such makes Lip swear, another rope covering your tongue. You pull away from him, sticking your tongue out for him to see all of his release before making a show of swallowing it.

"Still think she gave you the best blowjob of your life?"

[moonstruckme]

hi! could you be able to please write a one shot with James Potter where he lets everyone know that he has a girlfriend and he's taken but nobody knows who is his girlfriend. And after he falls off his broom during a quidditch match turns out that his girlfriend its the slytherin captain, who is like the complete opposite of James lol

Hi lovely, thanks for your request! I hope you like it <3

Cw: mention of injury, no details/description

James Potter x slytherin!reader ♡ 740 words

James Potter is well aware that, considering his usual tendency to showboat, it's suspicious that his dating life has suddenly become the best-kept secret at Hogwarts. It's obvious he is dating someone. He hasn't exactly been inconspicuous with the notes he sends flying down the halls several times a day (though it's a small miracle no one has been able to chase them all the way to the recipient) and when he wouldn't tell Sirius who it was, his friend let slip to half of Gryffindor house that he'd caught James sneaking out of their dorm room three times in the past week. Soon, it seemed like all James' classmates did was buzz with speculation about his mysterious partner.

James is trying to ignore that speculation now, the chatter in the crowded stands somehow reaching him even far above the quidditch pitch, distracting him from looking out for the snitch.

"Hardly at the top of our game today, are we, Potter?" A snide voice calls, a blur of green blazing past him to lob the quaffle towards the center goalpost.

James perks up, brought back to the game by the familiarity of a good bickering. "Wishful thinking," he calls back, just as the Gryffindor keeper blocks your attempt at a goal. James meets your fierce stare with his most winning smile. "Maybe if I wasn't, you'd have a half-decent chance of beating us for the first time in three years."

Three years, he wants to add, since both of you had been made captain of your respective teams. James certainly isn't going to lose that winning streak because of any gossip. He redoubles his focus, waiting for a telling glint of light or the light buzzing of wings, and keeping an eye on the Slytherin seeker to make sure she hasn't spotted it either.

There's a flicker of movement to his right, and James is off, the ruckus of the crowd drowned out by the wind rushing past his ears as he races towards the snitch. His vision seems to narrow as it grows closer, all his attention on the tiny golden ball, and he can almost touch it when pain shoots through his side.

James tries to grab at his broom, but he's too slow, his hand wrapping around only air. He's on solid ground before he knows what's happened, splayed on his back with a view of the other players high above him, almost all shock-still. Almost, except for the Slytherin chaser in a dangerously fast nose-dive towards him. You hardly take the time to level out your broom before you're hopping off and crouching beside him.

"Potter—shit, Potter, are you okay?" Your hands tremble as they run over his arms, his torso, as if wanting to make sure he's still whole but afraid he'll shatter at anything more than your gentlest touch.

"I think so." James groans, sitting up. "A couple broken ribs, maybe."

"Shit," you pant, your hands moving to his face. "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm a bit rattled at the moment," he says, beginning to snark, but he softens when he sees you're blinking back tears. "It's not bad, sweetheart. I'm alright."

You shake your head, somewhere between frustrated and fond, and press your lips to James' abruptly. He's so shocked it takes him a second to kiss you back, doing his best to soothe the desperation he can feel in your touch.

You pull back just as quickly, leaving James so dazed he's caught entirely off guard by the light smack you deliver to the back of his head.

"You idiot. You should have seen that bludger coming from a mile away."

James searches for a witty rebuttal, but comes up empty. He can't decide whether to be offended or charmed by you right now, and it's stolen the gall from him. It's also possible that he's concussed. "Yeah," he says dumbly.

You huff, but still squeeze his shoulder as you stand, letting Madam Hooch move in to take your place. "Idiot," you mumble again, stalking towards your broom. "Come see me later."

James watches you go with something akin to awe. Only after you've rejoined your teammates does he notice the hush that's fallen over the crowd, and Sirius, standing well within hearing distance and looking like he's been stupefied, his eyes wide with horror.

But even if James looks as whipped as he feels, he doesn't really care.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔒𝔦𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡

Mike Schmidt x male reader

From a request that i received. for the mike x male reader series, i had this awesome idea that i am just not able to write because im bad at it. i was thinking of this adorable idea where abby falls and scrapes her knee, and the reader cleans her up. mike thinks this is sooooo adorable (and rlly hot) that he can’t help just pulling him into their bedroom and going straight up feral or something

Tags: Part 9 of this miniseries of Mike Schmidt x male reader. Age-gap (5 years) between you and Mike (reader is 20 years old). Male reader. He/him pronouns used towards the reader. Fluff. Angst with an happy ending. Smut. Top Mike Schmidt. Bottom male reader. Anal sex.

Words count: 3500

Part 1-Part 2- Part 3-Part 4-Part 5-Part 6-Part 7-Part 8-Part 10-Part 11

Can also be found on wattpad and ao3

The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the cartoons playing on the TV in the living room. Abby was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, her focus entirely on her drawing. Her crayons were scattered around her like colorful breadcrumbs, some broken in half from overuse. A determined furrow creased her little brow as she worked.

Mike was on the couch behind her, his elbows propped on his knees as he stared at the stack of papers on the coffee table. His expression was tight, brow furrowed in a way that mirrored Abby's, though his was born of stress, not creativity.

The dark shadows under his eyes spoke of sleepless nights. You stepped further into the room, setting your bag and the groceries down by the door.

"Hey, I'm here," you said softly, careful not to disrupt the calm atmosphere

Abby looked up first, her face lighting up with a smile. "Hi!" she chirped, waving a blue crayon in your direction.

"Hey," you replied, walking over to kneel beside her. "What are you working on today?"

She held up her drawing, the paper slightly crinkled from her eager hands. You, Mike and Abby stood side by side, smiling under a bright yellow sun. She had even added a few hearts floating in the sky for good measure.

Your chest tightened at the sight of it. It wasn't the first time she had included you in her drawings, but it still caught you off guard every time.

"Wow," you said, your voice warm. "I love it, Abby."

She grinned, her cheeks flushing with pride. "Do you think Mike will like it?"

"I think he'll love it," you said, glancing back at the man in question.

Mike was watching the two of you from the couch, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"She's been at it all day," Mike said, his voice low but tinged with affection.

"She's a hard worker," you replied, meeting his gaze for a moment before turning back to Abby. "Just like her brother."

Mike let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Don't give me too much credit. She's the creative one."

"Yeah, but she gets it from somewhere," you teased, looking over your shoulder at him. "You're underselling yourself."

He shrugged, but the smile lingered. He slouched himself on the couch, his head tipped back against the cushions. Eyes now closed and chest that rose and fell with the deep, steady rhythm of someone who was utterly exhausted.

Quietly and without a word, you approached and eased yourself down onto his lap, careful not to jostle him too much. His eyes fluttered open and for a moment, there was a flicker of confusion before his gaze softened. A faint smile tugged at his lips and his hands instinctively settled on your waist

"Hey," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

"Hey," you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in close. "With all of that stress, i’m surprised you don’t have white hair yet."

"Yeah...you could say that." he hummed against your neck, his voice low and rough.

You stroked your fingers through his hair, the dark strands soft and slightly messy from the way he'd been running his hands through it all day. His eyes fluttered shut again and a quiet sigh escaped him, his body relaxing beneath.

His hands slid up from your waist to your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. His lips found yours in a tender kiss, slow and deliberate. The kiss deepened for a moment, his fingers tightening against your back before pulling away, his lips brushing against your jaw and down to your neck.

The soft press of his lips against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and you tightened your hold on him, your arms curling around his shoulders.

He pressed one last kiss to your collarbone before leaning back, his head resting against the couch cushions. His arms stayed wrapped around you, holding you close as his breathing evened out.

From the corner of the room, Abby glanced up from her drawing, her eyes flicking between the two of you. She scrunched her nose playfully, clearly unimpressed by the display of affection.

"Ew," she said, dragging out the word in exaggerated disgust. "You guys are so gross."

You and Mike both laughed, the sound breaking the quiet in the most joyful way. Mike tilted his head to look at her, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You'll understand when you're older, Abs."

"I don't think I want to," she replied, sticking out her tongue before returning to her drawing

"We're setting a bad example." you teased, leaning in closer to Mike.

He chuckled, his lips brushing against your temple. "She’s gonna have to get used to it”

Still feigning disgust at the sweet moment between you and her brother, she decided it was time to step outside and check on the flowers. Abby darted ahead, her small feet moving quickly as she hopped over the uneven boards and poked at the soil with her finger.

For all her creativity and cleverness, she was still just a kid, full of wonder and curiosity.

But that innocence came with its own risks.

It happened in an instant. Abby got to her feet, turning to run back toward the porch, but her foot caught on one of the loose boards. She went down hard, her small body hitting the ground with a thud. A sharp cry escaped her lips and your heart leapt into your throat at hearing it.

“Abby?” You quickly slid off Mike’s lap and hurried outside, while he sat up, scanning the room in search of his sister.

She was sitting on the ground, clutching her knee, tears streaming down her face. Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to hold back a sob, but the pain was written all over her little face.

"I fell," she whimpered, her voice shaky.

You knelt down beside her, gently moving her hand covering the scrape on her knee to take a look.

"It hurts," she whispered

"I know. I promise, we'll fix it up. You'll be good as new in no time."

Carefully, you scooped her up into your arms. She clung to you, her little hands gripping your shirt. You could feel her trembling slightly and it broke your heart.

As you carried her back inside, the door creaked open and Mike was there, his expression taut with concern. His eyes darted between you and Abby, his jaw tightening as he took in the tear tracks on her face.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice low but urgent.

"She tripped on the porch," you explained, "Just a scrape, nothing serious. I'll clean it up."

Mike nodded, stepping aside to let you pass, but you could see the worry in his eyes. He followed you into the kitchen, watching closely as you set Abby down on the counter.

His eyes were fixed on Abby, concern etched into every line of his face. You glanced at him briefly, silently reassuring him that everything was under control, and he nodded, his jaw tightening as if to keep himself from saying something that might worry Abby more.

Reaching under the sink, you grabhed the first-aid kit and set it on the counter beside her Abby watched as you opened it, her big eyes darting between the various items inside When you pulled out the antiseptic wipes, her hands shot out to cover her knee.

"No," she said, her voice wobbling "That's the part that hurts!"

"I know it hurts, but it's just for a second. And after that, it'll feel so much better. I promise."

She didn't look convinced, her lip quivering as fresh tears threatened to spill over. You leaned closer, lowering your voice to a playful whisper. "If you can be super brave and let me clean it, I'll let you pick the coolest Band-Aid in the box. We've got sparkly stars, superheroes, maybe even dinosaurs. What do you think?"

Abby hesitated, her little fists clenching at her sides as she considered your offer. Finally, she gave a small nod, her expression still wary but determined. "Okay... but only if I get the sparkly stars."

"Deal," you said with a grin, holding out your pinky. She linked her pinky with yours, the smallest of smiles breaking through her tears.

As gently as you could, you dabbed at her scrape with the antiseptic wipe. She flinched, letting out a small gasp, her small hands gripped the edge of the counter. You kept talking to her to hopefully distract her from the pain in sone degree.

"I scraped my knee really bad when I was about your age. It was worse than this, so much worse."

Abby's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Really," you said, nodding solemnly. "But guess what? My mom patched me up, just like I'm doing for you, and my leg was fine." You leaned in closer, lowering your voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I think it made me stronger.”

Her tears slowed, and she tilted her head. "Stronger?"

"I'm pretty sure I can jump higher now. And run faster. Oh, and I can do this..." You stuck out your tongue and crossed your eyes, making her giggle despite herself.

"That's not strong," she said through a laugh.

"Don't underestimate the power of looking silly," you replied, winking at her.

By the time you finished cleaning the scrape, her tears had completely dried and she was smiling again. You held up the Band-Aid with sparkly stars, peeling the backing off and carefully placing it over her knee. "There we go. All patched up. How does it feel?"

She looked down at her knee, inspecting your handiwork. "It's better," she said, nodding. Then, she flashed you a grin. "Thank you."

"Anytime," you said, ruffling her hair. "Now, no more wild stunts, okay? You're not trying out for the circus."

She giggled again, swinging her legs as you packed up the first-aid kit.

Mike had been standing in the doorway the entire time, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. From his spot, he had a full view of you and Abby at the counter. At first, he wasn't even sure why he stayed there, hovering silently. Maybe it was his instinct to be present whenever Abby was hurt, to remind himself he was doing everything he could as her older brother.

The longer he stood there, the more his attention shifted-from Abby to you.

At first, it was the calmness in your voice that struck him. You hadn't panicked when Abby cried out in pain; you hadn't hesitated. Instead, you had taken control of the situation with an ease that Mike rarely felt when it came to moments like this. He knew how hard it could be to soothe Abby when she was upset, how quickly her emotions could spiral into tears or stubborn frustration. You made it seem effortless, coaxing her into a state of calm with just your words and presence.

Mike's gaze stayed fixed on you as you worked. You handled her with so much care, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. The way you made her laugh even through her tears. There was no condescension in your tone, no impatience or frustration. Only kindness.

it hit Mike deeper than he expected, watching you like this. Abby trusted you completely and Mike could see it in the way she leaned into your touch that she felt safe with you.

And God, it was doing things to him.

Mike shifted against the doorway, his jaw tightening as a heat rose in his chest, spreading outward. There was something about the way you cared for Abby that made his breath hitch, something so deeply attractive that he could hardly stand still. It filled him with a deep sense of relief. He trusted you. Maybe more than he'd ever trusted anyone.

The sight of you so soft, so steady, so damn good—made his pulse quicken. He couldn't stop his eyes from roaming over you, taking in the curve of your shoulders as you bent down to look Abby in the eye, the way your fingers brushed so gently against her skin.

Mike swallowed hard, his throat dry as his emotions churned inside him. It was all tangled together, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else. He felt his hands flex against his arms, the urge to touch you almost overwhelming. He wanted to pull you on top of that counter and kiss you until he couldn't breathe. The thought alone made his chest tighten, heat pooling low in his stomach

But he didn't move. He couldn't. Not with Abby sitting right there, her big brown eyes fixed on you as if you were her savior. Mike clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay still even as every part of him ached to close the distance between you.

Instead, he focused on his breathing, trying to steady the rapid thrum of his heart. He couldn't let himself lose control, not now. But God, it was hard when you turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his with that same warmth and understanding that had drawn him to you from the start.

Abby went outside again, moving slowly, like a centenarian turtle who had seen it all. She brought with her some paper, perhaps to sketch the flowers outside

“Be careful this time,” Mike warned, his tone carrying the familiar caution of an older brother. She gave a brief, approving hum in response before closing the door quietly behind her.

"You're really good with her," he said finally, his voice low and rough. He hoped you couldn't hear the edge of something deeper in his tone.

Your expression softened and you gave him that small, easy smile that never failed to make his chest tighten. "She's a great kid," you said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Makes it easy.”

You turned from the sink after tucking the first-aid kit away, leaning against the counter.

Mike's lips parted slightly, but no words came out at first. He took a hesitant step forward, his brows knitting together as if he were wrestling with something inside. His chest rose and fell, each breath slower and deeper than the last.

Before you could say a word, his hands were on your waist. The strength in his grip sent a jolt of heat through you, but there was no roughness in his touch. Only need. Only an overwhelming desire to close the gap between you.

He lifted you quickly, his hands firm but gentle as he placed you on the counter. The cold surface pressed against your legs, grounding you for just a moment before his hands found your thighs, his fingers curling into the fabric of your pants.

"Mike," you breathed, your voice shaky as he stepped between your knees, his body pressing against yours. The sheer closeness of him made your heart race, heat blooming in your chest and spreading outward. "What are you—"

But his lips were on yours before you could finish, stealing the words from your mouth. The kiss was desperate, filled with a need that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. His hands slid up to your hips, pulling you closer as though he couldn't stand even the smallest distance between you.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. His hands stayed on your hips, steadying both of you as he tried to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to... I just-" He broke off, his jaw tightening as he looked away, his brows furrowing in frustration. "I couldn't help it. Seeing you with Abby, the way you take care of her and me... It's too much. You're too much."

Your heart twisted at his words, your hands reaching up to cup his face, forcing him to meet your gaze.

His hands slid up from your hips to your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter so your legs bracketed his hips.

"You're everything to me," he said softly, his voice trembling slightly. "You know that, right?"

Your chest tightened at the vulnerability in his voice. "And you're everything to me," you replied, leaning forward to press your lips to his.

Mike's hands slid up your back, his fingers splaying wide as he pulled you even closer. The counter was cool against your thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His kisses grew hungrier, more insistent.

You tilted your head, deepening the kiss as your hands moved to his shoulders, gripping him tightly. He groaned softly against your lips, the sound sending a rush of heat through you. His hands moved to your thighs, sliding up and down in a rhythm that was both soothing and electrifying.

“I don't think I'll ever get enough of you" He pulled back slightly, his breathing uneven as he rested his forehead against yours, his voice low and rough.

Heat pooled in your chest at his words, and you couldn't help but grin. "You're really laying it on thick, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he admitted, his lips trailing back to your neck. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your skin before adding, "But you like it."

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head to give him better access. "Maybe I do."

His teeth grazed your neck again, this time with more intent, and you let out a sharp gasp. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his smirk returning in full force. "Careful," he said, his voice full of teasing warmth. "You make noises like that, and I might not be able to stop."

"Who says I want you to?" you shot back, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

Mike groaned softly, his smirk faltering as his grip on your thighs tightened. He let out a low laugh, shaking his head slightly. "You're going to be the death of me.

"Good," you teased, leaning in to press your lips to his. "I'd hate to make your life too easy."

With a low, guttural sound, he captured your lips again, his hands gripping your thighs firmly as he lifted you up just enough to move towards the bedroom.

The back of his foot nudged the door closed as he stepped inside, then he gently lowered you onto the bed. His kisses trailed down your jaw, then to your neck, his lips and teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver.

You arched into him, your head resting against the soft material of the bed as his hands explored your body while starting to undress you. The sensation was overwhelming and you felt yourself growing harder under his touch.

His hands eventually drifted lower, and you gasped softly as he wrapped one hand around your growing erection. He stroked you slowly at first, his grip firm, his breath hot against your neck. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body, your legs threatening to give out under the intensity of it all.

"Mike..." you gasped, your voice trembling as his pace quickened slightly.

You're perfect. You're everything he never thought he'd have, everything he didn't even realize he wanted until now. And as he strokes you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, all he can think about is how much he wants to thank you for being here, for being his.

"You're going to have to be quiet," he murmured, his voice low and full of heat before his lips descended down onto yours.

His tongue slips into your mouth, teasing and exploring. He's still fully clothed, the hardness in his jeans rubbing against your bare skin. A grunt rumbling from the back of his throat.

The tiredness from the long and stressful day adds a roughness to his movements.

His hands slid deeper, his fingers brushing against your entrance, making you shudder in response. He teased you, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed a little harder, pushing just enough to make you gasp and buck against him. "You want this, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and full of need. "Tell me you want me."

You could only manage a shaky nod, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers moved in slow, torturous circles.

His lips crashed into yours with a hunger that left you dizzy, his hands gripping your butt and squeezing vigorously. His fingers dug into your skin as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth and you found yourself melting into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.

Mike's breathing grows heavier, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers something low and unintelligible. His hands slide lower still, resting on your thighs before he gently urges you to widen your stance.

You comply without hesitation, knowing exactly where this is going, and the anticipation coils tighter inside you, your heart pounding in your chest.

His fingers slip between your legs, moving slowly at first, easing you into the sensation.

You took a tight hold of the sheets to brace yourself as his fingers work deeper, prepping you with a slow, steady rhythm, his breath warm against your neck as he leans in.

Mike's fingers move with increasing confidence, the steady pressure and rhythm sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body as his fingers stretch and prepare you, ensuring you're ready for what's to come.

He took his time, making sure you were comfortable, that you were ready, before he added a second finger, then a third, each one stretching you further.

You could feel every nerve in your body alight with pleasure.

His lips move to your neck, kissing and biting softly as he preps you with care.

His hands fly quickly to unzip his jeans and free himself, the head of his length nudging at your entrance. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you steady as he pushes forward, sinking into you inch by inch.

The sensation is overwhelming, your body stretching to accommodate him as he fills you completely. The pressure is intense but there's a delicious heat that spreads through you, making you gasp as he bottoms out completely.

Mike groans softly, his forehead resting against the back of your neck as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust to the feeling of him. His mind flooded with thoughts of how perfect and right this is.

Mike begins to move, his thrusts deep and steady, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel the tension coiling tight in your core, your body responding to him with an urgency that makes your mind go blank.

As he began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. His breath came in ragged gasps as he buried himself inside you, again and again, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. His lips found yours once more, kissing you hungrily as his pace quickened, the desperation in his movements unmistakable.

You moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by the intensity of the kiss, your body arching into his as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level.

His hands slid up your sides, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushed deeper, his body moving with a rhythm that left you breathless.

The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with your quiet gasps and his low groans. The heat is unbearable now, the need to claim you overwhelming every other thought in his mind.

And then, finally, he feels it. The tension snapping, the pleasure cresting as he reaches his release. His hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he spills himself into you, the sensation making his whole body tremble.

As the pleasure slowly ebbs away, Mike's grip on you softens, his breath still coming in heavy pants as he pulls you back against him. He presses soft kisses on your collarbone, his hands tracing gentle patterns on your skin as he holds you close.

As the adrenaline slowly ebbed away, the room grew quieter, the air thick with the aftermath of everything that had just unfolded. The faint sound of Abby’s breathing mingled with the hum of the night outside. The tension that had once charged the atmosphere was replaced by a peaceful, almost content silence.

“You are something else,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet affection.

Note: if you liked this please leave a comment. I love reading them <3

[takenbypeter]

Hi! Could you write a Hank McCoy x Reader fic with one of these dialogue prompts? (Whatever you feel like)

5. "God, you always make me blush so damn much." (Nicholas Hoult is always blushing so I thought it would be nice if Hank did as well)

23. "Wait...are you making pancakes? Can I help?" (He seems like the type of person who cooks)

25. "Have you been drinking enough water?" (He is a doctor)

I'm pretty sure I read every fic with him in this site and I want more.😂

Doctor’s Orders

Hank McCoy x reader

Number 25: “Have you been drinking enough water?”

(Reader is AFAB)

Hehe I couldn't decide so I did all of them, sorry it took so long, I went through like a no writing phase but I think I'm slowly returning

Sometimes you hated having a uterus. More specifically you hated it when it was that time of the month. How you hated even being born whenever that time hit and of course that was today. 

Instead of listening to your body and wallowing in pain as the cramps hit hard that morning, practically almost making you spit up your dinner from the night before, you put on your adult shoes and chose to be productive around the X-mansion as you usually did. 

Most days weren’t so bad, you’d help with the younger level kids here and there before you did some of your own training but today? Today they were rowdy for whatever reason, maybe the weather, all you knew was that you wanted this week to be done already. 

You tried your hardest to just be there, be present as you seemed to be running around all day at different peoples beck and call when all you really wanted to do was curl up and scream but of course that wasn’t like you. So you had to plaster a fake customer smile. But you could even barely do that anymore as halfway through the day you decided your body couldn’t take it anymore. So you went to the one place you knew no one would bother you. 

The labs. 

Most of the time it was just Hank in the labs and you of course didn’t want to bother him when he may be working but then again he was your boyfriend and you were in a lot of pain. So you went. 

You entered his labs slowly and peeking around the entrance, you saw that luckily he wasn’t dealing with any chemicals at the moment. 

“Thank god you’re working,” when he worked that meant everyone knew not to disturb him, well everyone but apparently you. 

His arms set down whatever thingamabob was in his hands, “please come in why don’t you?”

You did realize it was rude, “sorry,” you mumbled out as you backed up into the nearest corner and squatted down. With your knees to your stomach you instantly felt better even if only just a little. 

With your head tucked into your legs you could just feel the strange sight he most certainly had on you. “Don’t mind me…” you breathed as a big cramp just made its way, “just go about your way, I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“If you think I’m going to be able to focus while you’re scrunched up in the corner like that you’re absolutely crazy.”

“I’m fine,” you said, your voice muffled.

You didn’t see it but you could tell Hank was staring at you. But he was staring at you not with disbelief more with worry. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

“Nothing just got my period this morning, I’ll be fine.” Typically this only happened to you on maybe the first two days and usually you just toughed it out.

Suddenly an overwhelming cramp could be felt in your lower stomach area, you groaned as you leaned forward, your knees now against the floor with your forehead touching the floor “…just give me a moment,” you said, refusing to move from that spot with your arms clutching your body. 

“Have you been drinking enough water?”

Ugh. That question wouldn’t have annoyed you if the answer was yes. But it’s not your fault everyone seemed to need your help left and right. 

“Maybe half a bottle so far,” you said. 

His mouth drops, “that’s not nearly enough.”

“Yeah yeah, thank you doctor,” you cut off, still hurting.  

You don’t pay mind to the noise you hear shuffling before you see a bottle being held out towards you. 

You reach out, taking it with a thanks. “Wait here,” he commands before he turns around. Not like I have much choice, you thought as you closed your eyes again feeling a little bit better as the cramps randomly subside for a moment. 

Pretty soon you hear Hank’s footsteps come back and you begin to hear shuffling beside you. Curious, you open your eyes and watch as he sets down a blanket beside you. Then a makeshift pillow made out of a jacket. 

He didn’t even have to say anything and you moved there willingly. You didn’t care that the floor was hard underneath, you were just glad to lie down somewhere. 

While you lay there on your side feeling like garbage he hands you a warm heating pad which you gladly take and he moves the water bottle closer to you before he takes another blanket and covers you with it. 

“Drink your water and let your body take a break,” he adds. 

Once he makes sure you’re all settled his eyes catch yours as you lay with a smile on your face. 

“What?”

“You love me,” you sing-song almost like a kid would. 

Although a grin starts to tug at one of the corners of his lips he reaches out dragging his hand down your face closing your eyes in the process as you would a departed person. 

“Get some rest.”

Your eyes open again as you watch him leave your side to return back to his work. ‘He loves me,’ you teased once again in thought as you snuggled with the blanket and heating pad.

~

Dialogue Prompt #2

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

jealousy, jealousy || I.N. x Reader

Summary: Watching the guy you have a huge crush on be a pretend couple with one of the prettiest girls you know for a photoshoot isn't the perfect way of spending your morning, that's for sure.

Who knows though, things might start looking up sooner than you'd expect.

Word count: 3.9k

Genres: college AU, fluff with a little angst, idiots to lovers (but only one of them is an idiot and it's not IN)

Warnings & Tags: reader has anxiety, reader is insecure, someone is verbally unpleasant towards the reader, kissing, Tzuyu from Twice is in this

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A/N: So this is part one of my lil project for Stray Kids' anniversary! I've got three one-shots written so far, so I'm confident I'll be able to post the maknae line in the next few days, and then take a couple of days to finish the hyung line or post them as I write them, I'll see. I hope you'll like it!

For this one-shot, please do suspend your disbelief for the way the school work is described in this lol, think of it as an artistic rendition or as something out of one of those shojos that go wayyyy overboard.

The shoot is supposed to start at 10, which means you’re there at 8, and the second you walk through the door you’re already plagued with thoughts that you should have shown up half an hour ago. Even as you’re the only one from your team there, you feel the familiar lump forming in your throat. Your mind goes over everything that needs to be done, everything that can go wrong, everything that is likely to go wrong, and everything you’ll end up taking the blame for.

You force yourself to take a deep breath. You focus on the end of the shoot — supposed to be at noon, but likely to actually be at 2, and it should be around 3 by the time you finish cleaning up —, on how you’ll be able to get back to the quiet of your home afterwards, and on how the atmosphere here isn’t too bad, this early in the morning. You’re not the only one here, you’ve already met the tired eyes of a few of the other students who you suspect didn’t go home last night, but there is something light in the air. You saw the sun rising on the way over and the light is still gently pouring in through the windows.

What a shame this won’t last.

When the others start rolling in, you’ve set up your little corner, just the way you like it. Your lights, your mirrors, your brushes and products, right where they should be so that they’ll fall right under your fingers when you need them. It helps you breathe a little better, but the lump doesn’t go away. It’s alright; you’re used to it by now.

Nari’s the first one to walk in, which isn’t surprising considering she’s the one directing the shoot, and it’s her clothes that the ‘models’ are going to be wearing. That is to say, the students she’s recruited to model for her, just like she recruited you into doing the make-up for her. The two of you aren’t close, not even friends, but you’re good at your job and a bit of a pushover, which makes you the ideal target for that kind of things.

She waves at you with a tense smile, but you know it’s not meant for you, she’s just stressed out. She always is. Unlike you, though, she has a tendency of taking it out on others, and that explains at least half of the tension in your shoulders today.

You need to learn how to say no to people.

Tzuyu, from the dance program, enters next, looking unreal as always. You’ve worked with her a few times before, too. She’s a sweetheart and you know she’ll make your job easier.

The same can’t be said about the next person to make his way through the door, whose apparition you’ve been waiting for since you got here, embarrassingly glancing at the door every few minutes.

Yang Jeongin walks in like he owns the place.

To be fair, he kind of does. Also enrolled in the fashion course, he’s pretty much the go-to when it comes to getting male models. Hwang Hyunjin, from the dance programme, is the second one, mostly because he’s harder to get a hold of — and because, you’ve heard, his girlfriend is pretty scary.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he walks over to your spot. His coat is thrown casually over his shoulder, his walk confident, and stylish glasses that you know he doesn't need rest on the tip of his nose. He died his hair back to black recently, but you can see it’s still damaged from the light pink that was his previous color.

“We meet again,” Tzuyu chimes from her seat, grinning from ear to ear, and Jeongin smiles in response, his expression changing entirely the second he does.

“It’s great to see you, Jeongin,” Nari purrs as she approaches, before she sets her eyes on you. “Are you done with Tzuyu? We really need to get started here.”

You know you shouldn’t let her speak to you like that, you have no reason to, but all you can think about in the moment is to pacify her to ensure that she’ll leave you alone.

“I still need a few minutes with her,” you say, and Nari huffs in annoyance, before her attention is captured by a guy setting up the lights and she power walks over to him.

“Do you want me to tell her something?”

You shoot a surprised look at Jeongin, who’s staring at you with a frown on your face, and you immediately look away. You hope it looks like you’re just focusing back on Tzuyu, and not like your heart jumped up to your throat when you met his eyes.

“It’s fine,” you say, “I know how she gets on shoots. “Just sit down and I’ll be with you in a second.”

He nods slowly, eyes still on you as you busy yourself around Tzuyu, but the tension remains in his jaw, which you don’t miss. It gives you a pang in the chest — shit, you don’t like when people are displeased with you.

It also makes his jaw look really good.

Tzuyu leaves to go appease Nari as soon as you’re done with her, and you’re relieved when she’s dragged away to go put on her clothes.

That doesn’t last, though, because next thing you know you’re a few inches away from Jeongin’s perfect face, and he’s staring straight at you.

You swallow. Then you grab one of your brushes, and you get to work.

“No late night snacks this time?” you ask, half-teasing because the last time you’d worked with him, his face had been somewhat puffy from it.

A smile breaks on his face, and immediately there are flowers blooming in your chest. He can look so serious and unapproachable one second, but as soon as his lips curl and his eyes crease, he’s a whole other person.

“I didn’t want to make your work harder,” he replies. You feel yourself freezing, and then you turn away to grab another product, praying that you didn’t just stare dumbly at him for too long.

“You got started on your take on the modernized hanbok already?”

He hums in reply.

“I have one sketch. You?”

“I’m counting on the rush of adrenaline I’ll get the week before to finish it,” you admit.

You’re too focused to see the curiosity in his eyes when you say that. You do, however, notice him tilting his head, and you immediately correct him, fingers sliding along his jaw to pull him back in his correct place. As you do, you feel him swallowing, and you’re quick to remove your hand.

If you’d been looking, you’d have noticed his ears turning red.

“You were the first one here, though,” he says after a few seconds of silence.

“Oh, yeah, that’s because I don’t want to let people down. I’m the only one who’ll get in trouble if I procrastinate too long.”

And even then, you won’t, you’ll just spend a horrible week telling yourself you’ll never do that again.

You inevitably will.

God, you’re so tired of living with yourself, sometimes.

“You should tell me if you need a last second model,” Jeongin mumbles. He’s careful not to move his lips, but you’ve perfected the art to understand that language over the years. The comment makes you laugh.

“You're always completely booked for shoots on the last week,” you grin. You yourself still give a few hours of your time here and there, though you don’t stick around very long. You know that Nari plans her shoots ahead partly for that reason. It’s kind of flattering, if you think about it.

Someone with her drive and her talent gets to have a shitty personality, you suppose.

“I’ll get Hyunjin to replace me.”

There goes your heart again. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that the only time you spend with him goes like that, because you’re too cowardly to approach him during class, and it’s not fair that invariably—

“Are you done soon?” Nari shouts from behind the screen she’s put up to make a corner into a changing room.

“Just a few minutes more!” you reply before focusing back on Jeongin. “I’ll think about it,” you tell him, though you know yourself well enough to be able to tell that you’re extremely unlikely to go through with it. Just the drafting of the text would take you hours, and actually sending it? The idea is laughable.

You really wish you were normal with that stuff.

“Don’t move, I’m almost done,” you say, and he goes still, and your heart’s hammering in your chest, but at least he’s no longer saying things you’re at risk of misconstruing.

As he closes his eyes to let you put on the finishing touches, though, you know you’re in for a long day.

“Jeongin, can you put your hand a little lower? Tzuyu, smile with your eyes please? Now tilt your head more to the right? More? Jeongin, look at the camera but like, from the side, from— Okay, two seconds for touch ups, and then we’ll need to get things done a little faster everyone, alright?”

Nari’s forcing herself to smile so much that you think she might cramp. You rush past her to get to Tzuyu and Jeongin, carefully touching up their make up where you need and adjusting a little for the light. You also pat Jeongin’s forehead to catch beads of sweat that formed under the artificial light, and he gives you a grateful nod as you do your best not to think about things you shouldn’t be thinking about.

“We’ll be done soon,” Tzuyu says cheerfully, but even she seems to be forcing her smile at this point. You don’t blame her for it. You do, however, think she’s not being very realistic about how much work they have left.

It’s 11.30 and they’re nowhere near done. The start of the shoot ran late because of Nari’s adjustments to the clothing. After that, there was a heated conversation between her and the photograph over the subject of filters, leading to the guy throwing his hands in the air and quitting on the spot, meaning she’s the only one there. You can tell she’s fuming, and though you have sympathy for that, you’re also pretty terrified of becoming the subject of her ire.

“You’re not messing him up, right?” she asks, glaring at you, and you jump away from Jeongin.

“Sorry,” you say automatically, even though you haven’t done anything wrong. “I’m all done.”

She looks at him critically, trying to find flaws in your work.

“He has a spot on the chin,” she says finally, “seriously, if you don’t get your shit together we’ll never—”

“You don’t speak to her like that,” Jeongin interrupts her, and his voice sounds sharp and cutting.

The air freezes in the room. You risk a glance in his direction. He’s staring straight at Nari, lips curved ever so slightly downwards in distaste.

He also does have a little spot on the chin.

Shit.

Nari’s staring at him, too. She’s paled, and her lower lip is shaking.

“Sorry,” she finally says, voice trembling. “Sorry, I’m j-just— We don’t have that long and— Sorry.”

She looks small and vulnerable, and your heart melts on the spot. You can’t help it.

“It’s okay,” you say, “just give me a second to fix it.”

Jeongin exhales slowly next to you, but you suspect it’s in annoyance, not in relief. Still, he leans towards you to give you better access to his face.

“You don’t have to placate her,” he mumbles, lips barely moving.

“I know,” you reply. “It’s just easier that way.”

He frowns, but doesn’t add anything. For a second, you almost tell him that you wish you could stand up for yourself, that the truth is your ‘freeze’ response strikes you every single time and you can’t figure out what to say, that if you could, you’d—

“All good?” Nari asks.

You give her a nod and, this time, she doesn’t say anything about Jeongin — or about Tzuyu, for that matter. So you walk back to your spot, and you watch as the shoot continues.

You don’t really like watching these. That’s generally true. You have friends who do, who think that ‘this is where the magic happens’, but you know all the magician’s tricks, and that leaves no actual magic for you. Still, you’re needed here. You suppose you could have quit on the spot after Nari’s outburst, but it’s— you can’t actually do that. So you’ll stick it out until the end, even if you’re not enjoying yourself.

And that is particularly true as Nari directs Jeongin to pull Tzuyu closer to him. As he does, neither of them questioning it because they’re used to it by now, you find yourself sucking in a discreet breath between your teeth. Jeongin’s hand seems large over Tzuyu’s shoulder, long, pale fingers gently brushing against the skin and for a second, you think about the electric feeling that would run through you if he ever—

Just thinking about it makes heat shoot through your entire body, and you swallow. At least no one’s looking at you.

Another direction from Nari, and Tzuyu puts her hand over Jeongin’s chest, shooting a bold grin at the camera.

You bite the inside of your cheek.

Direction. They step away from each other, but Jeongin reaches out for her, and she delicately places her fingers into his open end, both of them longingly staring at their hands.

Your fingers dig into your arms.

Direction. Keeping Tzuyu’s hand in his, Jeongin brings it to his lips and they gaze into each other’s eyes. They look perfect together. They’re both stunning, and you know there’ve been whispers about them on campus already, in no small part because they’re often reunited for these shoots.

But God does it burn in your chest to look at them right now.

“We’re done!” Nari shouts at 1.50 pm. Behind her, the group that’s supposed to get the room at 2 is huffing and puffing, but you don’t think a fucking panzer could have gotten her to clear the space until she was happy with her work.

You should be relieved. You’re not. You won’t be until you’ve locked the door to your room behind you.

“Wanna get a drink to celebrate?” Tzuyu asks Jeongin. Her smile’s back to its usual brightness, now that the tension’s mostly gone.

You start picking up your stuff, but, embarrassingly, you’re very much focused on hearing his answer to that. You wish you wouldn’t be doing that, because that’s not any of your business, yet you can’t seem to help yourself right now.

You probably would have caught it if Nari didn’t stop by your side just then.

“Hey,” she says, “I am really sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have said that.”

The thing is, you’re pretty sure she meant it then, but now there’s a lightness to her voice that you find… annoying. It seems to you that she’s already moved on and expects you to do the same. Normally you would, but after having spent the last two hours watching the guy you have this stupid, hopeless crush on all over one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen, something in you just— snaps.

“I think you’ll have to find someone else next time,” you tell her with a polite smile. Her face falls, and you immediately feel guilty. You shouldn’t. Probably. Should you? Are you being mean? Are you doing something wrong? Does that make you a bad person?

“I— Okay,” she says, and this time her voice’s much softer. She looks down at her feet. “I get it. I know I’m not easy to— Yeah. I’m sorry.”

You thought standing up to her would feel good, that you’d feel Schadenfreude over this moment. This is the furthest thing from that. Actually, you only manage to bite back your own ‘I’m sorry’ at the last second.

“I just— this environment stresses me out,” you still say, speaking too fast. “It’s not really good or fun for me and—”

“Sure. Don’t worry about it.” A deep breath, and then Nari nods at you politely. “Well, I’ll get to cleaning up my stuff.”

And just as you’re replying “Same,” she’s spun around on her heels and started putting the clothes away.

You don’t know where that leaves the two of you, but that reaction makes the moment just a little easier on you.

You wonder, vaguely, if she did that on purpose. You don't linger on the thought though, and you go back to your own program, walking towards your little make-up station to start putting stuff away, getting everything back to its place in your bags. It’s something you slow at, just like you’re slow at setting them up, but it also helps you getting back to your normal self. With every object coming back to where they belong, you can breathe a little easier.

You still notice almost immediately the presence behind you, and you’re not particularly surprised to find Jeongin there. You give him a smile, and gesture at the chair.

“If you give me a second, I can get some of that off your face,” you say as you gesture to him. Camera make-up would look quite strange outside, and he’s been to enough of these things to know that at least as well as you do.

“I heard you told Nari off.”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess you, uh, were right.”

That’s not all that happened there, but that will have to do.

When you glance at him, though, he doesn’t look happy about it, a frown barring his expression, and your fragile confidence immediately falters.

“Do you think that was a bad idea…?”

His eyes widen and he's quick to shake his head.

“No, not at all, you did good!” You can’t help but smile at the words. He’s younger than you, but somehow keeps behaving like he’s not. “I just like working with you.” He gives you a sheepish smile, lips pressed together.

“Sit down,” you say like your heart didn't skip a beat, “the least I can do is not let you go out like that.”

So he does, and even though you still have stuff out that you should be taking care of, you lean close to him and get to work once more.

There’ll be other shoots, of course, Nari isn’t the only one who requires your services. In fact, you’re surprised that he’d have thought of that at all. You know that it didn’t cross your mind, probably because you think these moments mostly as fueling your delusions.

The idea that Jeongin could actually enjoy spending time with you hadn’t even occurred to you.

Huh. That might say a thing or two about your self-confidence.

“So, you’re going out with Tzuyu after this?” you ask before your thoughts start running wild.

His eyes open.

“We’re going to get drinks, yeah,” he says, a cautious edge to his voice. “You should come with us, actually.”

“Oh,” you laugh, “I don’t know if she’d be very happy if I did that. Wouldn’t want to third wheel, you know.”

You hope you do a good job of keeping any bitterness out of your voice. You certainly try your best to appear nonchalant, like you’re merely doing small talk while you’re removing his make-up, even if you avoid meeting his eyes, knowing that it would

That might be why it takes you by surprise when Jeongin’s fingers wrap around your wrist, interrupting you. When you look at him, you find him staring at you with a surprisingly serious expression.

“You wouldn’t third wheel,” he says, which you certainly don’t think warrants all of that.

“It’s fine,” you reply, attempting to joke about it even as the breath is knocked out of your lungs, because you will not be caught dead misreading the situation for something it’s not, “if anything getting a date with Tzuyu is—”

Then, several things happen at once. The hand around your wrist pulls you forward and you stumble, just as his other hand shoots up to cup your face.

And then he’s kissing you.

His mouth is warm, his lips soft, his fingers carding through your hair, and suddenly you’ve lost your balance and you’re half sitting in his lap and any attempt at forming a coherent thought is swallowed by what is happening.

A very, very distant part of your brain is thankful for Nari’s screen, which has been moved to the make-up station to make place for the group that comes after you, but that is only a fleeting thought, because still, Jeongin’s kissing you. His hands are gentle, holding you like you’re a porcelain doll, but his lips are fierce, and you feel, briefly, his teeth grazing against your lower lip. His right hand travels from your wrist to your waist, and you’re pulled even closer to him, and now you’re pressed against his chest and all you can think about is how you want more of this.

When he moves away from you, you’re panting, breath short, and you can only stare at him with wide eyes.

“You wouldn’t be the one third-wheeling,” he says.

“What,” you say in response, ever the eloquent one.

He sighs, runs a hand through his hair while the other one remains on your hips, not quite squeezing, but not letting go of you either.

“I— thought I’d made it pretty obvious I was interested in you,” he mumbles.

Oh. Uh, yeah, about that…

“I, uh, I assumed it was just wishful thinking,” you admit under your breath. “I mean, we don’t really, uh, talk outside of these shoots.”

He sighs and puts his forehead against yours. Your noses brush, and you’re acutely aware of the fact that you would just have to move a little to kiss him again.

“I— always looked forward to seeing you,” he admits quietly, almost shyly, something you’d never thought you would see, “but you always looked like you wanted to run away when I came up to you in class, so I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable, just— just shy, I think.”

It makes him grin, and you realize that seeing that specific look on his face makes you want to kiss him even more. If you were bolder, you would, especially right now, but you don’t think you can dare to just yet.

It’s fine, though, because he’s the one who kisses you, briefly, tenderly, and then he looks at you like you’re one of the world’s seven wonders.

“Want to go make Tzuyu feel like a third wheel?” he asks, rising an eyebrow.

You laugh, and you can’t know it, but his chest swells with pride when you do.

“And then I can take you on a proper date,” he offers. “If you’d like.”

‘If you’d like,’ he says, and you suspect that he knows exactly how much you’d like that, but you humor him because how could you not.

“I’d love that.”

this was my first time writing for IN and this made me realize that he's probably the member whose personality I'm least sure how to write, so I hope you enjoyed it still and I'll see you tomorrow for Seungmin's part! Any feedback, comment, reblogs or asks are extremely welcome, I may not be able to get to it right away because I'm working on the rest but I they're much appreciated ❤️

[lockes-woods]

My Place Is In Your Hearts

MDNI; You Will Be Blocked

A/N: (Zosan x Nonbinary Reader)

This was a fic that I initially just wrote for myself to process my own emotions about the election. I'm honestly only posting in case others want a distraction too. It's pretty self-indulgent. The reader is AFAB but receives both masculine and feminine compliments. The reader is described with they/them pronouns.

WARNINGS: SMUT, Oral (M & Reader receiving), Politics, Fingering, Naked Reader Clothed Characters, Squirting, Coming Untouched, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Fingering

PS: This is my first time writing Zosan, so it may unintentionally be OOC.

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You bit the inside of your cheek as you pushed around the remaining food on your plate. You had eaten just over half of the food before losing your appetite completely. You glanced up at the TV from your spot in the corner of your couch. While the show playing was almost always a comfort you had no idea what was going on plot-wise. It felt like you’ve been in a fog since receiving the news of the election winner a week ago today. You lived in a swing state that had flipped red, electing a Republican for not only the presidency but also the House and the Senate. While nothing bad has happened yet the looming doom of the future after January 20th will not leave your mind.

“Baby,”

“Love,”

“Sweetheart.”

“Fleur,”

“Hey-” Zoro said as he squeezed your knee, finally pulling you back into the present. You snap your attention to your left and are met with the concerned faces of your partners. Zoro’s hand rested comfortably on your knee as you tuned into what was happening.

“Love, was there something wrong with the food? Is there something else I can make you?” Sanji asked.

“No,” you answered holding back tears. Outside of retreating back into yourself, crying spells were the main way your body manifested all of your anxiety. So far you have been able to control them to an extent. You tried to pull back from Zoro’s reach and go to the bathroom to ride out your outburst, but Zoro’s grip locked around your wrist made it impossible for you to retreat. Unable to stop your waves of emotion you finally broke down in front of them. You have been trying your best to maintain a brave face amidst all the emotions running through your body. You knew they each had more important things to worry about outside of you. Zoro’s grip slid down your wrist and interlaced with your left hand before pulling it up to his lips for a gentle kiss. Sanji moved down to the floor in between your legs, gently holding your face in the palm of his hand as he brushed away your tears. Both sat patiently as you allowed yourself to finally release all of the pent-up emotions you had been holding in for over a week.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” was all you were able to get out through your tears.

“Shhh, it’s okay love,” Sanji said, focus never leaving you.

“Can you breathe with me, sweetheart?” Zoro asked, squeezing your palm. Through stuttered breaths, you mimicked his breath as he counted out exhales and inhales. You sniffled as you slowly went back to equilibrium. Sanji wiped away the last of your tears before gently tipping your chin up to look into your eyes. Both of your boyfriends waited a beat for you to pull yourself back together.

“Baby, I know you like to have space to process things, but we can’t let this go on,” Sanji said calmly, maintaining a soft grip on your face so that you couldn’t hide away.

“I didn’t want to add to your stress,” You sniffled, finally breaking your silence, “You both have more important things to focus on right now.”

“Fleur, you and Zoro are the most important things to me,” Sanji said softly, Zoro grunted in agreement.

“B-but you run a food bank that is only able to run with government grants from the USDA,” You said finally meeting Sanji’s gaze, before turning to Zoro, “And you’re a prenatal surgeon.”

“Baby, I know the unknown is scary, but we will get through this together,” Zoro said squeezing your hand, Sanji hummed in agreement.

“I know it’s hard not to be focused on what could come after his inauguration, but I hate to see you worry about things that may never happen. We will deal with this together as it comes,” Sanji said looking up at you and Zoro fondly. You nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“While I know that logically, it just keeps worming its way into my head whenever I have an idle moment.” You sigh.

“It’s that why you’ve been picking up so many hours at work?” Zoro asked.

“Kinda? I just don’t think it’s good for my mental health to be stuck alone with my thoughts.” You sighed, “Plus I’m so tired from work that I’ve only had the energy to shower and go to sleep.”

“Do you want a distraction love?” Sanji asked, smiling up at you. You could feel heat flooding your face at his implication.

“You’re all pent-up baby; you need a release. Will you let us help you get there?” Zoro asked, squeezing your hand comfortingly.

“O-okay,” you barely managed to get out, you could feel the heat of embarrassment crawls up your neck up to your ears. You let out a surprised squeak, as Zoro manhandled you into his lap. He pressed your back against his chest. He pulled a whine from you as he held you firmly against him; you could feel the prominent pulsing of his cock against your lower back. There was no mistaking it, even now when he wasn’t fully hard yet. You couldn’t help but let out a whine at the sight of Sanji looking up at you between Zoro’s legs. In a move they’d perfected since you started dating Zoro gripped your hips and lifted you up so that Sanji could tug down your sleep shorts and panties. Once your bottom half was bare Zoro hooked your legs over his exposing you fully to Sanji.

You began to squirm as the cool air of your open living room was replaced by the sensation of Sanji’s hot breath on your cunt. Zoro grunted at your inadvertent grinding against his cock; his grip on your waist tightened to still your movement. You whine as Sanji’s long fingers spread your lower lips with his right hand while stroking up and down your thighs with his left.

“Beau,” Sanji, groaned to himself as he took in sight of your pussy. He took his time slowly working closer and closer to your core as he admired your anatomy.

“Sir,” you all but begged as he traced his fingertips gently against your labia minora. While this was standard practice at this point you were feeling especially needy and wanted him now.

You gasped as Zoro slapped your inner thigh inches away from where you needed stimulation the most.

“You know better than to interrupt Sir while he’s enjoying his meal. Be a good boy and apologize or you won’t even get my tip tonight.” Zoro reprimands you, his hot breath and gravelly voice doing nothing to help satisfy your appetite.

“Yes, Daddy,” you groaned as Sanji lightly pet your clit as he raked his fingers up and down your slit, collecting your slick as he went.

“I’m sorry I was rushing you Sir- Fuck,” you cursed as he breached your pussy and flexed his fingers inside of you. You couldn’t help but moan as Sanji locked eyes with you as he licked a long strip from your opening to your clit, while simultaneously curling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ movement against your front wall. You squirmed against Zoro’s iron grip as Sanji gave your clit one last kitten lick before pulling back.

“It’s okay amour,” he started, not breaking pace as he continued to finger you, “I know how antsy you get when your little flower doesn’t get the attention it needs,” he teased.

You bit your lip to stifle a whine as he dipped his mouth back down and once again sealed his lips around your clit. You gasped as Zoro gripped your chin harshly pulling your face to the side and up to meet his gaze.

“Baby, what have we said about holding in your moans?” he asked, lips centimeters away from your own. You share a breath before responding.

“B-but Daddy, it’s embarrassing. What if the neighbors hear me?” you whined. He grunted before responding, the grip on your chin tightening.

“Baby, I don’t care if the whole block hears you. Your sounds are rewards for us fucking you right. Do you really want to take that away from Sir and me?” he asked, “I wouldn’t want to punish a good boy like you, but if you keep acting like a brat, you’re gonna get treated like one.” He said with no room for argument. You couldn’t help but clench around Sanji’s fingers at Zoro’s threat.

“Oh, they like that,” Sanji said, pulling back from your clit and looking up at you both with a teasing smirk.

“Is that right baby?” Zoro asked with a matching patronizing smirk, eyes locked with Sanji’s as they spoke like you weren’t centered between them.

“Mhm,” Sanji hummed in response, “They’re squeezing me so tight it feels like they’re pushing me out.”

“N-no I-I,” you tried to start embarrassment rushing through your body.

“Oh, love there’s no denying it, bet you’d love Daddy taking you over his knee and spanking you until you behave,” Sanji commented, before once again shifting his focus back to your now puffy clit.

“That can be arranged baby,” Zoro rasped against your lips, before smashing them against yours. You couldn’t help but moan as he dominated the kiss. His hands migrated upward from their place on your hips up to your chest.

“Is this alright baby?” he asked, after pulling back from your kiss and resting his forehead against yours.

“Yes Daddy~” You were cut off by a deep moan as Sanji hit, that, spot. Zoro wasted no time in snapping the thin spaghetti straps of your tank top, before yanking your top down to your waist, causing your boobs to bounce out before they settled against your chest. You inadvertently whined as Zoro began to kiss down your neck, while simultaneously pinching and twisting your sensitive nipples causing your back to arch.

“Fuck,” you moaned unabashed, it was all too much too fast. Between their teasing, the kissing, Zoro’s stimulation of your chest, and Sanji’s fingers’ unrelenting pace you could feel the coil in your gut tightening exponentially tighter than you were used to.

“Fuck-no. Fuck please, please. I’m gonna- I’m gonna. Fuck,” You moaned as tears kissed the corners of your eyes for the second time tonight. This time from overstimulation. There was no time for you to react as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure shot through you. Your eyes widened at the sight of Zoro’s hand threaded through Sanji’s hair, keeping him flush with your pussy. Your eyes shut tight from overstimulation as you road out your orgasm. You were unabashedly grinding against Sanji’s face, moaning only amplified by the stimulation of his nose on your clit and the sensation of his facial hair rubbing roughly against your smooth inner thighs. Your thighs quaked as you came down from your extreme high. Lazily cracking your eyes open, they immediately widened as you took in Sanji’s wrecked form.

Your brain was still a bit fuzzy from your intense orgasm as you laid eyes on him. His entire face was covered in cum, from just below his eyes, down his face to the collar of his button-up. His initial look of shock was quickly replaced by a look of hunger in his eyes.

“Fuck, didn’t know you could squirt.” Zoro groaned as you shifted, grinding against his now fully hardened cock.

“Amour,” Sanji started, drawing your attention back down to your lover on the floor.

“Y-yes Sir?” you asked cautious of his tone. He pulled another whine from you as he eased his fingers out of your cunt. His fingers tightly gripped your thighs pulling you down to his lap.

“Did you know you could squirt?” he asked in a firm tone; the same one he used on the rare occasion he punished you.

“No, Sir,” you rushed out. His gaze softened slightly as he cupped your face in his hands.

“Good,” he hummed, “That’ll be far from the last time.” He said, like a promise.

He pulled you in for a sweet kiss, that quickly devolved as a spark of pleasure formed in your core. You moaned unabashed at the taste of you on his lips as you both became desperate. You grinded down against him pausing as something felt off, or rather the absence of something. Sanji whined as you pressed on his shoulder and pulled back from the kiss. Your eyes widened as you took in the large wet stain on the crouch of his trousers.

“Did you-,” you started to question as you looked up from his crotch. You paused as a lovely blush rose high in his cheekbones.

“Erm-yes, I suppose I did” he answered turning his head away as the blush grew.

“But both your hands were on me?” you questioned.

“Fuck, you came untouched,” Zoro goaded, “One little taste of our little one and you already creamed your pants.”

“Fuck off Marimo,” Sanji snapped, now focused past you to your other love, “See how long you last when you get them to squirt. Or should I say ‘if’ considering you haven’t done it yet.”

“Oh, I’m gonna make them squirt,” Zoro seethed, “For all we know yours was just a fluke.”

“I’ll show you a fluke-” Sanji started before you began to tune your lovers out for now. You had to be careful with your next move. Any missteps could lead them to waste the rest of the night bickering. While they were distracted you slipped off the remains of your tank top, now fully nude between your clothed partners. You slid up on Sanji’s lap so that his flaccid penis was resting between your lower lips. Only a thin piece of fabric keeps you away from him. Next in one fell swoop you tilted his chin down to face you as you purposefully pushed up your chest and gave him your best puppy dog look.

“Please Sir,” you started, “Daddy didn’t get off yet, and I want you inside me,” you paused looking between your two partners before finishing your thought, “Both of you.”

The two men groaned at your admission.

“Sorry, baby”

“Sorry, love”

They both said in sync.

“Can you help me take care of Daddy?” you asked looking back up at Sanji, “You can take him so much deeper than I can.”

He gave you a tight lip look before easing his face and letting out a sigh.

“Anything for you, amour,” he relented, positioning you so your back was pressed against his chest. Zoro scooted forward, lifting his hips so that Sanji could tug off his joggers along with his underwear. Your gaze locked in on his cock as soon as it came into sight. While Sanji was not small by any means, Zoro was thick. Despite taking his cock many times you were still amazed at how it fits in you. Sanji lightly slapped your hand away when you went to wrap your hand around it.

“Baby, you know better than that, ask Daddy for permission before starting,” he hummed into your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Fuck, Daddy, can I? Can I please?” you asked looking up at him between his spread legs.

“Fuck,” Zoro groaned, “Go ahead baby, do whatever you need.”

With his permission, you gripped his cock in a light hold as you teasingly sucked the head of his cock into your mouth, while simultaneously looking up at him through your eyelashes. Zoro let out a groan as you began to work down his cock. Sucking in as much as you can while pumping what was left with your hands. The corners of your mouth stung the closer you got to his base.

“Baby,” Sanji chastised, “You know better than to hog Daddy’s cock”

Zoro moaned at the sensation of you whining around his cock as Sanji pulled you off it. A string of saliva was now all that connected you to his cock. You panted lightly as Sanji’s right hand stroked up Zoro’s thigh at a leisurely pace, his left arm curled around you to keep you flush against his chest. You watched with bated breath as Sanji teased and cupped Zoro’s balls before stroking upward to the base of his cock.

“Ready love?” Sanji asked, leaning over your shoulder, his mouth now centimeters from the head of Zoro’s cock.

“Mhm,” you hummed in response, you and Sanji began to lick and tease at his cock simultaneously, while Sanji set a steady pace of jerking him off. Zoro was a moaning mess as he watched you two come together to share a sloppy kiss around his tip. He began helplessly thrusting upward; chasing the stimulation of your tongues. Sanji pulled back, encouraging you to once again take Zoro back into your mouth.

“Go on love, be a good boy, and finish Daddy off.” Sanji panted against your right ear. You hummed around Zoro in confirmation. You knew he was close as his cock throbbed over your tongue. Your and Sanji’s hands laced together around the base of his cock and stroked him in time with the bobbing of your head. The only warning you got of his release was a drawn-out, “Fuck,” before he laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you down hard against his cock. Tears flooded your waterline as held you firmly down on him, thrusting harshly up into your mouth as he released. You focused on your breathing as he came hard, his excess cum spilling out the corners of your mouth. You stayed still until he had fill, slowly pulling off of him as he fell back onto the couch.

Sanji tilted your chin up, thumb tapping at your chin prompting you to open wide for him. You once again felt a rush of embarrassment as you opened wide to show off a pool of Zoro’s cum in your mouth.

“Good boy,” Sanji praised, stroking your cheek, before tapping your lip one more time to signal that you could swallow. You sucked in as much air as possible as you panted in an attempt to regulate your breathing. Your attempt was short-lived as Sanji pulled you back into a demanding kiss, rutting his now hard cock against your ass.

“As much as I love to watch Sir fuck you on the floor, I think you’d feel better tomorrow if we continue on our bed.” Zoro cut in before Sanji could go any further, pulling off his tank top and tossing it to the side. Sanji pulled back and sighed, leaning his forehead against yours.

“As much as I hate to agree with Marimo, he does have a point,” Sanji admitted reluctantly.

“Okay,” you nodded, bottom lip sandwich between your teeth as you attempted to hide how desperate you were. You let out another inadvertent squeak as Zoro scoops you up throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way to your bedroom. Sanji followed along, stripping as he went.

While you had been struggling with gratitude lately, you never felt more privileged to know that the men that you loved would always be in your corner.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As always thank you so much for taking the time to read. I may write a part II with continued smut; I just wanted to get this out of my WIPs.

-Locke

[zerobaselove]

what if? | park gunwook

pairing: gunwook x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 726

warnings: none. lowercase intended, not proofread.

prompt: 19. "get out of my head."

notes: i'm ngl i saw this in my inbox and have been thinking abt it ever since i just NEED to write it or smth bc ohhh my wookie (i am so in l word w him it's fucking crazy)

most people your age spent their friday nights out and about, whether at parties or out on the town with friends, everyone just wanted to go out and have fun. but for you and gunwook, you preferred your nights in every once in a while, especially on days like today where you both had homework due the following monday.

you both wanted the rest of your weekend free of stress, so the quicker you got it done the better. and that's how you were sat here in gunwook's bedroom. you had found yourself sat on the floor, back resting on the side of his bed, books and papers sprawled out on the floor. gunwook had sat down at his desk, typing out the outline for some paper on his laptop. the clicking keys and pen scratching the only noise for a while, until a loud huff broke through the air.

"what's wrong wook?" you asked, knowing that clearly something was up.

he shook his head, tapping his fingers on the table, "i can't focus on anything, i've been staring at this page for half an hour now." he let out a frustrated sigh, and you couldn't help but feel bad. you knew how annoying it was to just not be able to focus, especially when you just wanted to get the task done.

"is there any way i can help?" you asked sincerely, wanting to at least try to be helpful.

the boy hadn't turned to answer you, so his next words were barely audible. "i need you to get out of my head."

did you hear him right? you were convinced that surely, surely you hadn't. so you quickly asked him to repeat himself. turning his body around to face you, he took in a breath before replying again.

"get out of my head," he sighed, "i can't focus on this paper when you take up every thought in my mind." a pout had crossed his face as he let out the admission. his cheeks had quickly flushed a dark crimson as he saw your widened eyes looking back at him. it was in that moment he realized that he had essentially just confessed to you without even meaning to.

your mouth ran dry, every response you could come up with seemed to get trapped in your throat, and you felt yourself resisting the urge to simply kiss the blushing boy in front of you. after years of no confession from the boy, you had started to think you should give up on ever having your feelings returned, but here you were, and here he was.

looking up at the boy you let out a small "oh," before moving your books off of your lap and standing up, opting to lean against the desk. gunwook's eyes didn't leave yours, too nervous for the response he would get, and whether he had just messed everything up or not.

"what if," you paused, trying to gain the courage to not trip over your words, "i want to be in your head?"

now it was gunwook's turn to let out a mumbled "oh." his mind going a million miles a minute at your response while a subconscious smile found its way to his lips. "then uhm," he pushed his hair back, trying to come up with a minimally embarrassing response, "then i guess that's okay."

the boy took a moment to stand up, suddenly towering your frame as he stood in front of you, "you're more important than some silly essay anyways." you caught his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips, and you couldn't help but shrink under his gaze.

an attempt at a response had come out more as incoherent mumbles, much to your dismay, but gunwook had come up with a solution to your problem. before you knew it he was leaning in closer and you could smell his cologne as if you were being engulfed in him.

as much as you wanted to look at the pretty boy in front of you more, you let your eyes flutter shut as you leaned to close the last couple inches between your lips. you could feel gunwook smile into the kiss before pulling away, a sheepish grin plastered on both of your faces.

"you know," you mumbled, "you're on my mind a lot too, gunwook."

[kararisa]

marigold promises

— 16. hell week [☕︎ = 0.4k words]

cw: disorientation caused by illness

There’s no other way to describe it: you feel like absolute shit. If you were just a bit more coherent, you’d curse yourself for not sleeping in today. But alas, here you are in this damned clinic when you could have been acing that recitation in Communications.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you tried to fall asleep — the persistent hum of the AC combined with the fact that it feels like you stepped into Snezhnaya without proper winter clothing makes it hard for you to get some rest, and the towel on your forehead, while helping in the reduction of your temperature, certainly doesn’t make the chill more bearable.

You’re unsure of whether you’re awake or asleep when the opening of a door breaks the silence. You strain your ears to listen to the sound of footsteps, barely able to hear a familiar voice.

“Is it alright if I watch over my friend?” he, Albedo, asks. The nurse says yes and tells him you’re currently resting.

The footsteps get louder until they’re right next to your cot, then you hear the creaking of a chair as you presume he’s taken the seat to your right. You don’t bother to ask why in the world he’s chosen to be here, your piercing headache and lightheadedness discouraging you from moving.

The hum of the AC lulls you into a half-awake half-asleep state and you barely notice when Albedo starts to gently caress your head. You won’t deny that it helps ease your headache, even just a little bit.

A part of you wishes he’d do this more often. That he’d do this while you weren’t delirious from a cold and barely able to focus.

“You need to take care of yourself more, Cupcake,” he mumbles, “How am I supposed to do my best when you’re not there to compete against me?”

At this point, you’re sure the meds are kicking in or you’re in the middle of some fever dream. Because you definitely mishear what he says next.

“I miss you; sometimes I wonder if you miss me too.”

A pause. A breath.

“But I hope you don’t. It’s easier for us that way.”

Is it really, though? Or is that just an excuse — something we tell ourselves to justify keeping our distance from each other?

A buzzing sound interrupts his train of thought. You hear the chair creak, his footsteps moving away from you.

“Hello? Yes, I’m okay,” a pause.

“I’m… not in class right now, why? Do you need me to pick her up?” another pause.

Albedo hums, “Alright. Take care.”

He doesn’t even make it halfway out the door when the bittersweet embrace of slumber finally overtakes you.

— previous || masterlist || next

summary: it was evident that you and albedo have changed in the five years you’ve spent apart, but you know better than to view him through the lens of nostalgia. with one goal on your mind – graduate valedictorian – who better to stand in your way than the studious, intelligent, ice-cold albedo? one thing’s for sure: he’s going down.

author's notes:

the bitter irony here is that i'm posting this while battling a headache

i had a bit of trouble writing this scene since yn's keeping their eyes closed in an attempt to quell their headache and ignore albedo but i think it turned out pretty well

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[h-c-u]

Showing the ropes.

Summary: You're away at a conference at a different timezone, and Maverick is a bit tied up at work.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

W/C: 2.2k

Rating: +18, phone sex, bondage, butt plugs, dom/sub, 

TWs: Bodily Fluids

A/N: No plot. Not even if you squint your eyes and turn your head to the left. And yeah, I'm on the sub!Maverick train again xD Also, I'm definitely not admitting to what I was listening to while I was writing it, but let's just say, I discovered a whole new side of Spotify.

Masterlist | List of tags

You couldn't help but smile when you saw a familiar name and a picture showing up on your phone. You were already done with today's courses and planning to take a nice, relaxing bath after being on your feet for almost 10 hours, so you definitely didn't mind talking to your husband for a minute or two. Especially when you realized that he was calling from work because it would have been too early for him to be off duty. And that only meant one thing... 

- Please... - his pleading whisper was the first thing you've heard. 

- No hello, no "how was your day?"...? - you didn't try to hide the disappointment in your voice, and he groaned on the other side of the line. - Such a desperate slut... Putting his own needs above basic social etiquette... - you sighed loudly. 

- I need to take everything off and out... I have to fly with the class... - well, at least he wasn't stupid enough to ask you to cum, because you were very clear about him not being allowed to do that on his own while you were away. And yet he called you... 

- Hmmm... You know that in situations of life and death, you can do what's best, but you called me... I advise you to think about your next words carefully. Does the harness impact your moves in any way, putting you or anyone else in any danger? Be honest, I won't be mad, I just want the truth, because I don't want anything to happen to my sweet boy... - he was silent for almost half a minute. 

- No... - he whispered finally. 

- Does it distract you so much that you wouldn't be able to focus on what you're doing and by so, putting yourself or others in danger? - you continued the interrogation. 

- No, ma'am... - he replied and you could almost taste the shame coming from the other end of the call. 

- How about the plug, does it make it uncomfortable to sit in the jet...? - you suspected that it was it because you instructed him to choose one of the biggest ones you had. 

- No, ma'am... - he repeated, but you still were able to tell that something was off. 

- Does it distract you so much that you're having trouble focusing...? 

- Yes, ma'am... - his voice barely a whisper, yet it rang pleasurably inside your head. 

- Tell me exactly how it distracts you... - oh, it was going to be so much fun... You leaned back in your chair and put your leg on the edge of the desk. 

- It puts constant pressure on my g-spot... And I can't sit or suddenly move without leaking... I had to put on a cage as well, ma'am... - you couldn't help but hum, but you haven't decided yet if it was something you approved of. 

- I didn't tell you to do that. - your tone was as neutral as possible because you were planning to react to his reaction. 

- I'm sorry, ma'am, but I was so hard it was too visible through my pants. And I changed them to darker ones, so the leaking wouldn't be as visible... - even after all those years, he could still surprise you. He was willingly putting himself in more pain, just so he could follow the instructions you left him to the best of his ability. 

- I'll let it slide this time... But let's come back to that plug - where are you? - you asked, and slowly slipped one of your fingers in between your folds, gently teasing your clit in anticipation of the obscene sounds you were about to hear.

- In my office. - he replied even before you finished asking the question. 

- Doors? - after all, he was still a high-ranking member of the military. Who was occasionally your perfect little whore. 

- Closed. - he was indeed prepared. 

- Hmmm... How long do you have? - his response would determine your next course of action. 

- About 15-20 minutes, ma'am. - that last word put a smile on your face. You never liked the word 'mistress', it was too dirty for your liking, but a well-placed ma'am from his mouth... You could get drunk on it. 

- Harness stays, but we're going to do something about that plug, love... So you will still be able to think in the air... How does that sound? 

- Thank you, ma'am. - you could feel the obvious relief in his voice. You knew that he knew that if he truly had to take everything off and out, you wouldn't even mention it.

But he called. 

He wanted you to listen to his whining while he was putting on a show, like a stripper begging for attention...

- Don't take it out entirely just yet... I want you to fuck yourself on it and make all those beautiful little noises so that everyone can hear what a slut you are. And if you help me cum before you'll have to go, I might even let you finish too... - you didn't have to be there to know exactly what his face looked like. - Chop, chop, we don't have all day... - you smiled and patiently waited as he put the phone on his desk. You could hear the zipper of his pants opening and you knew exactly when he took off his underwear because you could hear a light jingle of the small paddle lock that was keeping the chastity cage locked. - Slowly... - you didn't have to say it, because he knew what was expected of him. 

At first, there was a slight groan, that told you he started to pull out the plug and got to the widest part. After all those hours without moving it, you knew that his muscles weren't as stretched as in the morning and that it would be more painful for him. You also knew from the experience, that there was still lube inside him, so as soon as he'd start moving it a bit more, everything will become more pleasurable. 

He moaned loudly and you could just say that the plug went back in and rubbed this sweet bundle of nerves inside him, that made him sing so beautifully. He slowly picked up the pace, and so did you. His moans became more needy and desperate with every second and you just loved to hear them... And the soft cries in between them when he was actively stopping himself from cumming. You could almost see the long line of precum slowly heading towards the carpeted floors from his swollen and locked in a metal cage penis, and if you were there you would have definitely licked it, just to hear him get even more desperate. 

- Faster... - you didn't have to say anything more... You were leaning back in your chair, two fingers inside you, while your thumb intensely massaged your clit. His moans became louder and started fogging up your brain with an obscene image... It wasn't hard to see how plump and red his lips were, because he had a habit of biting them when he was getting close, and he was close for quite some time now if you were to believe his words earlier. Poor thing must have been on edge since he left the house. His cheeks were definitely flushed and red, and his eyes looked as if they were made of glass, because of the tears that appeared in them out of frustration. One of his hands closed tightly around the edge of his desk so hard, that his knuckles would get white, and the other behind him, holding a flared base of a plug he was using to fuck himself... He would definitely be leaning forwards, his caged cock maybe even bumping the desk from time to time, if he bucked his hips too harshly... Or maybe he was even completely bent over the desk, wishing that it was you who was fucking him... Hmmm... That was a nice image... But since you couldn't lay your hands on him now, a harsh, thin jute harness that hugged his upper torso under his shirt had to be enough for him to feel your presence for now. And you could almost see the light red marks it left on his skin, rubbing against it for a whole day... Not tight enough to actually impact his movements, but enough for him to feel you with him through the whole day. 

You could hear his desperate, soft cries and longing moans, mixed with your name and empty promises of what he'd do if you just let him cum, telling you how sensitive he is just for you... He knew exactly what to say, what notes to play to help you get off. After a particularly sharp inhale and a whimper in a much higher tone than usual, you bit your lower lip harshly, because the image of his desperation in your head was enough to push you over the edge. It wasn't the strongest orgasm ever, but it definitely relaxed your muscles. Plus you didn't exactly plan on cumming today... 

You looked at the timer on your call; there was still a couple of minutes left until he'd have to hang up, and since he was such a good boy today...

- Pete... - your tone of voice was surprisingly neutral and devoided of emotions, even though your cheeks were flushed. - Cum for me, honey... Let me hear it... - and he did, almost instantly. Oh, how you wish you were there to see it, to lick his cock over the metal cage and taste him on your tongue. And the sounds he made... Beautiful, delicious, if only you could drink them straight from his lips... After a moment you could hear his breath calming down, and after even a longer moment of silence, you could hear his last loud moan and a quiet thump of something falling to the ground

- Thank you... - he mumbled, still out of breath, and you smiled. 

- You know what to do, I'm waiting... - there was just one more thing and you didn't have to wait long for your phone to vibrate, indicating that you received a new message, which you opened almost immediately. - Good boy... - and you could see exactly how fucked out he looked, and it was beautiful. He was practically laying on his desk, cheeks red, eyes full of tears that were dripping on some papers... he didn't take his shirt off, but it rode up, so you could see just a little bit of a thin brown rope peeking from under it on his back, and when you zoomed in, you could see how the area around it got all red and irritated. And then another picture came, from a different angle... you could see his gaping hole, stretched around nothing, and a thick line of cum dripping on his underwear on the floor, while his dick was straining painfully against steel restraints.

- Just for you, only for you... - he whispered in a breathy, still trying to collect his thoughts. 

- Hmmm... Are you good? - and you didn't mean that in a sexual way. You truly wish you could be there with him, and fortunately, your job didn't require longer trips often. 

- I will be in a minute... - he replied and you could hear a huge smile on his face. 

- Good. You can leave the plug out, but you're not allowed to clean yourself. I want you to remember what a needy whore you are through the whole day, and sit in the mess you've made. - since he had chosen the dark pants today, you knew that it wouldn't be visible, and besides - he was about to be alone in his jet for a few hours, so there was a very low chance of him actually being caught. 

- Yes, ma'am. - he didn't even care, still lost in his relief. 

- You have to get going, baby, they will be waiting for you... - you knew that he knew that, and yet he still allowed himself to enjoy that relaxed state. You also knew that if he needed, he'd come up with a perfect excuse, but you didn't want him to have to do that. 

- I don't want to hang up yet... I want to listen to your voice for a bit longer... - you couldn't help but laugh. 

- Awww... Such a needy baby... - you finally put your phone down after you finished studying every detail of the photos he sent you. - You look so good splayed out on the desk like that, not even caring that someone might knock on your doors any second, or just barge in and see what a slut you are, fucking yourself and cumming on a plug just because your wife told you so... And they wouldn't be able to think about anything else when they see you... Would you be wearing one during class...? Or at the navy balls...? That might actually be an idea. For you to have a nice, pink, vibrating egg inside while you're in this white uniform of yours. And you wouldn't even be able to control it... - he groaned, and you knew what that meant. - Go get ready, honey... And send me some nice pictures after you'll get home... I want to see that harness and the marks it left when I wake up.

- Yes, ma'am. - he replied almost on instinct. You didn't always have this dynamic, but it was something that was extremely easy to slip into, for both of you.

- I love you, Pete... - you said just before you hung up. 

- I love you more... - he replied and the call ended. 

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 16/05/2024

Kass' Theme

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: SECOND WIND ~ SiIvaGunner: King for Another Day Tournament Original Soundtrack VOL. 2

Ripped by wolfman1405 feat. Buta Big Band

Requested by sabybeal! (Request Form)

Now, Wolfman1405 is certainly not a new name to be featured here on this blog. Be it with Sunday Morning, Theme of HoBART, and most recently Haltmanna feat. Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20, I've spilled many words on just how excellent of a contributor the guy is, how distinct his jazzy sound, sultry voice, and love for music truly is amidst the channel's sea of contributors. Yet through all of those posts and more, I'm somehow yet to write a post about Wolfman1405's most distinct trait - the rips involving his own full-on Jazz ensemble, the Buta Big Band. With Kass' Theme, it felt as if the group was finally able to show their full potential on the big stage - a no-nonsense, non-shitpost cover of a beautiful piece of Nintendo music.

I briefly mentioned back on Sunday Morning that contestants like Adam Levine never really felt destined for the big leagues - the idea that some contestants just *felt* like they wouldn't be able to make it to the top. The contestants of this rip, Nintendo Power, felt pretty similar to me - as good as their setlist was, it wasn't all too different from the type of music SiIvaGunner usually uploads, that being primarily Nintendo-focused. But their presence did of course feel very welcome althesame - it gave the team ample room to show just how far they could PUSH that Nintendo-centric focus the channel already had with genuine all-cylinders effort put in. That was, as I've ruminated on many times, a huge part of what made KFAD so incredible: it was, to put it in the corniest way possible, SiIvaGunner's Avengers moment, of so many rippers from the channel's history coming together to give it their absolute all for this one event. Frequent rippers, infrequent rippers, old legends like Triple-Q and guest contributors like GaMetal on Ink That or DM DOKURO on September. And in the middle of all this sat Wolfman1405 - contributing a half dozen rips to the event, with Kass' Theme in particular showing perhaps the full power he possesses.

It helps, of course, that Kass' Theme is one we all have collectively swooned for since the release of Breath of the Wild in 2017. Hell, later in that very same year, during Season 2, SiIvaGunner themselves contributed a full-on Fusion Collab in the titular Kass' Theme Fusion Collab - a listen that, fittingly enough, begins with Wolfman1405's very own piano playing. Kass' Theme, two years later, then truly feels like a full circle moment, and above all else like a huge flex from the part of the Buta Big Band. It's Kass' Theme, sure, but filled with personality around every corner, evident from the word go as the ensemble leads into the titular song with a snippet from the main The Legend of Zelda theme completely seamlessly, borderline mandela-effecting me into believing that it had always been a remix of said theme all along. Kass' Theme isn't a very long piece of music, but the rip journeys through so many different takes and rhythms to the tune in its runtime - a trumpet-lead at one section, the full band in another, a section broken up by drum beats, and what I believe to be a trombone solo halfway through it all. As a former trombone player (Mel fun fact of the day!) I can't help but admire it, both on principle alone but also for just how well it manages to fit this new take on the song.

There's layers to dissect at every turn with Kass' Theme, and even as it turns almost entirely into freestyle toward the arrangement's end, it never loses the soul of what it's adapting - and, of course, never stops sounding fantastic. It's that sheer quality that makes Wolfman1405's rips stand as tall as they do, that touch for finesse born from such a good understanding of music - and, perhaps most obviously ad most importantly, a love of the SiIvaGunner channel. It all reminds me of rips like Because I Love You - there's no bit, no punchline, no irony, naught but the love of genuinely good music, to be expressed as earnestly as possible with an audience of fans who are damn near bound to accept that sincerity with open arms. Kass' Theme is an absolute slam dunk for the Buta Big Band, and one of the MANY reasons I love Wolfman1405's contributions to SiIvaGunner - and hey, if you're interested in his work outside of the channel, may I recommend his two independantly-produced singles, Distance and Atlanta?

[kpopsexstories]

How I write my short stories

I posted this last week and only now realized that Tumblr deleted half the post before publishing. So here I am re-posting it :)

I felt like sharing my process for how I write (and plan) all my kpop smut for this blog 😀

I work in something called Notion, a project management tool. In it, I've set up my own dashboard specifically for this blog. In this post I'll share some screenshots and insights if anyone's curious 🙂

The screenshots will also reveal a few details about what you can expect next on this blog, if you pay close attention to them 😉

Overview

Unfinished stories to prioritize:

The very first thing I see when I open my kpop smut dashboard is a list of stories I'm currently working on, and which I should prioritize. These are the stories I need to finish as soon as possible because they've already been announced or planned for publishing.

If I click on a story it's opened on a new page, where I can write the first draft of the story before I move it to Tumblr. Tumblr doesn't have a good overview of many drafts which is why I do the majority of the work in Notion. I currently have maybe 30 individual un-written story ideas in my Notion story database 🙂

Requests:

See the little "Priority Stories" toggle near the top of the left side column? I can click this to change the list of stories I should focus on to "Requests", which will give me a list of all the requests I've received on Tumblr and which I plan on writing a story for. (Because I don't want to get your hopes up in case I never get to your request, I don't want to show this view in the screenshot.)

Series:

To the right in the above image, I have a list of my ongoing and planned series, which each have their own page for organizing and scheduling stories. Clicking a series will take me to its page where only stories belonging to that series are shown. I use this for planning the schedule of each series, for example my Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of NCT series.

Sexy Words:

Also in the right side column I have a random sexy word displayed, which changes each time I open the dashboard and which I use to inspire my writing 🙂 I try to learn and incorporate new words so not every story feels the same.

Quick Add Buttons:

Also notice the three buttons at the top – these are quick links I can click to easily add new stories to the database of shortstories that powers the dashboard, based on the series they belong to.

To-do's & Resources

To-do Lists:

In the To-do's & Resources section, I have toggles where I keep various information I need frequent access to. This includes checklists for tasks I need to remember to do, like making specific changes to a certain story or editing something on Tumblr. I add tasks as I think of them and go through the checklist regularly.

Resources:

The second image above shows the Resources section. Here, I've saved links to articles I've come across and which I use for reference and inspiration. How many ways are there to say the word "penis"?

Current Posting Plan:

This section, seen in the first image above, hides a calendar view of all my scheduled and published stories on Tumblr. I use this view to plan and space out content. For example, I checked it before publishing this post to ensure I'm not also posting a smut story today.

Ideas & Works in Progress

Ideas:

The dashboard features an Ideas section (not shown in the screenshots because I don't want to reveal too much). In this section I can filter through the many story ideas I've spontaneously added to the dashboard, to help myself plan what I should work on next.

Works in Progress:

In the section shown in the image above I am able to filter through stories based on how far I've come in writing them. I can check stories I've started writing but not yet finished the first draft of, drafts I need to re-read and edit, and stories that are done and ready to be scheduled on Tumblr.

Notice the menu in the image (MMSE, QF, One-shots, Other). Here, I can select an option to view only stories from a specific series. For example, the stories shown in the image are MMSE (Most Memorable Sexual Experiences) stories where I have finished writing the first draft of but still need to edit and proofread.

All Published Stories

The final section of my dashboard shows all stories I've already published (or scheduled to be published) on Tumblr. Here, I can filter through all the stories for various purposes.

Different Views:

As shown in the second image, I have a drop-down menu where I can choose how I view the published stories. The views include:

All Published by Date: A gallery showing the most recent stories first (like in the first image).

All Published by Style: A gallery in which stories are grouped by the style of sex they contain (Vanilla, Medium, Wild, etc.)

Author's Choice: My own personal favorites. Not sure why I have this feature, but might do something with it in the future.

Table to Count Totals: A table list of all published stories that shows the word count per story and total number of stories I've published. This is the view you see in the third image above. Notice the totals in the bottom right corner: I'd published 77,182 words at the time the screenshot was taken.

Most Liked Stories: A list of all published stories, sorted by the number of likes they've received on Tumblr. This gives me insights into what types of stories you guys love the most.

So there you have it, just a little quick insight into how I plan, organize, draft and schedule all the smut you enjoy on this blog 🙂

[valentijnsstuff]

This has been such a volatile week, this is mostly for myself to recount events but holy shit

Me almost making an attempt last sunday evening and then finding out there actually IS accessible help for my suicide issues after scrambling to find any for weeks

being able to sit and eat pizza on a busy terrace with a friend on monday

starting the tuesday with the most insanely tense session with two therapists where I could barely speak but HAD to tell them that they were just not helping, hanging out at a besties house to calm down, reaching out to my ex out of desperation, going to sleep in the haunted house

waking up wednesday feeling like shit and to a check in from my dad, who doesn't know what to say to my worsening depression, feeling sick and spiraling the rest of the day from medication side effects, to the point of not being able to eat and sleep and having to call a medical professional for a panic attack

Calling the docters office thursday morning because I felt so sick I wasn't sure I could drive myself to the doctors, being completely out and in an intense panic in front of a doctor that I don't quite trust, but miraculously being able to get a prescription for sleep medication, having my mental coach look at me with a very focused concerned face for a whole hour as I try to explain how bad the situation has gotten inbetween sobbing, her being actually helpful in telling me how to carry my pain, having a long conversation with a 113 professional when I come home, crying uncontrolably in a way I thought only children could, meeting up with my ex to ask him for help, having to sit and listen to him boast how good he is doing now he is finally making his own life choices, getting told by him 'count your blessings', having to sleep over at the besties house to calm down again after dragging myself through all that, gathering enough courage to cancel a date that I clearly couldn't go on in this state

Rushing home friday to have my sister come eat brunch, calling my ex to tell him that some of the things he said didn't sit right with me, bring my sister to her therapy meeting, get called by my ex that he wants an apology for hurting him before he considers helping me, being forced to have the conversation in what ways I was actually hurt by him in the middle of a busy street, having my intake for a suicidal prevention counseling right after, having a good time chilling out with my sister and going swimming with her and her bestie, not being able to focus on the swimming because of all the anger and hurt caused by my ex's treatment flooding back, being on the phone with him for an infuriating half hour, being told 'this is the last time we're talking', I could barely start to tell him what he did to make me as broken as I am, crying in the hallway of the swimmingpool, calling my friends to tell them I made the mistake of trying to trust my ex

Being in company of a bestie on saturday all day, driving 5 cities over to keep an eye on the expo there and being exhausted the whole time, slipping away to have a scream crying session in my car because of how much hurt my inner child still feels from the shit my ex pulled on me, finally being able to aknowledge how conditional his love was, having to stop by the haunted house with my bestie on the way back bc I left a roof window open, having to manage the water damage bc of said window, eating kfc in the parking lot absolutely knackered together, panic planning how to convert my car into a mini camper bc of how anxious I felt at going back to my house alone

Being able to go on a shopping tour to big stores with another bestie today, but having a meltdown at the busy restaurant, spiraling about how I will never be able to live in my home by myself because the weird cptsd that is connected to the place, my bestie inviting me over for sleepover to calm me down and help me trough another night

As I'm writing this I'm noticing so many patterns, I constantly need to be affirmed that there will be a way out of being alone, my medication is definitely starting to work and I can finally handle more situations, but the sleeping in my own home by myself is too triggering, I would rather sleep in my car in this point than be home by myself

[askthechronoverse]

Last Chapter •||• Next Chapter

Dinner felt like a return to form for parent and daughter after the awkwardness. Kit talked excitedly about her day and how she couldn't wait for summer to finally begin. RJ in turn told Kit about more pleasant stories about his life as an adventurer and his former home of Apocalypseburg and Bricksburg. They went to the movie rental store next to the pizzeria and grabbed a movie for the two of them to watch, then headed home to finish homework and watch the chosen cartoon classic.

While the movie was playing, a generic guitar riff sounded from RJ's pocket. He moved to the kitchen to take the call, excusing himself to his little girl despite her focus on the show.

"Hello?" After a period of silence, RJ spoke again. "Calm down, babe. Whatever is wrong, I can fix it." It was this phrase that caught Kit's attention. She poked her head from behind the couch to listen in to her father's half of the conversation.

"So Unitron's decorated chief does want to drag me through a long trial? I know. I know. It doesn't mean he's -!... I have an entire kingdom that's willing to vouch for me. You can pick anyone off the street of the Unicapital." He paused. "I'm not going to Awntawp… by the way, Kit knows…. Yeah, she found out at school today. It'll make a discussion about a trial much easier… Please don't worry that pretty little head of yours. I'll be fine. They need Unikitty’s permission ta land in the Unicapital. He can't get me unless I leave… You know I love you…. Hang on. Gettin' another call. It's probably Emmet, since he would have been in the same meeting as you." RJ pressed the screen of his phone to change the call over.

"Hey, Em!... Yeah, Richie told me… He's scared, too… Don't panic! I'll tell you what I told him: I have an entire kingdom that's willing to vouch for me. This also happened a really long time ago. He doesn't have a legal leg to stand on to throw me in prison… See? If the queen has to write off on it anyway, the most that's probably going to happen is she's going to have to talk to me in person. You and I both know that a real conversation has been long overdue… I gotta go. I want to make sure that my daughter understands what I'm talking about, considering I know she's listening." With the acknowledgment of her eavesdropping verbalized, Kit turned her attention back to the movie, which was quickly paused by her father. He sat next to her on the couch and turned to her, face more serious than she had ever seen it before.

"I know you heard what I was telling your uncle and father. And yes it is about what you found out today. Sometimes, timing is… It makes you wonder if the bra… Man Upstairs has some literary timing." RJ shook his head. "Nothing is going to happen to me. More than likely, they're going to make me go to Syspocalypstar to present my case before Queen Wa'nabi and the chief of Unitron and…" He sighed. "There is a chance that they might send me to some place far away for a while. I'm not going to lie about that to you."

"Where would you go if they make you leave?" Kit tilted her head slightly, her horn flopping down to one side.

"There is a galaxy out there, a place called the Dryar System. It's a dark and desolate system, the most notable planet of it being a desert wasteland. A planet was found there a few years back that you may remember from the news reports: Awntawp. Unitron took it over and it became a prison, a place for only the biggest threats to the United Systems go. That might be my home for a while, if nothing goes well. I'm sure they'll let you visit, but I wouldn't want you to." RJ watched Kit's reaction and held her close to him when she looked like she was going to cry.

"Can Big Sister help you?" She spoke through warm tears.

"She might be able to. I know she will hear about this from any number of people. I expect her to be monitoring the skies for Unitron ships." RJ got to his feet now, walking towards the nearest window to watch the skies himself. Kit, after fishing out some tissues from her bag, rushed to her father to hug him, but no lights showed up in the night sky as the two watched.

It took what felt like a lifetime for RJ to check the clock. "Kitten, it's late. You still have school tomorrow.” There was a deep sorrow in the man's voice now, as if he was already mourning the worst timeline's outcome.

"Dad? Please don't leave me." The fear of losing her father left a heavy pit in Kit's stomach. The feeling that knowing her father's possible fate gave her made the anger of not knowing the truth of how he got there feel like a lesser issue.

"I will never. Kit, I will always come back to you." RJ led his child to her bedroom.

"Promise?" She stopped just under the doorframe, watery eyes looking up to her dad.

"I promise. Cross my heart." He knelt down and kissed his daughter's forehead. She nodded after a long moment of staring, giving her father as crushing a hug as a girl her size could. With a yawn, she disappeared into her bedroom and closed the door behind her. RJ stayed for just a moment longer, eyes boring into the wood. He whispered a silent prayer to beings he knew never were listening that things would stop getting worse before heading up to his room to get ready for sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, while the humans slept in the A-frame cabin, a signal came from the fist shaped ship in orbit around the planet. The signal held a single message, a single desperate plea: SOS. This plea was sent over and over again, waiting for someone who could accept the signal to hear, understand, and act. By the time the signal was even sent however, it was already too late.

When RJ awoke, he immediately looked at his alarm clock, which showed that it was almost 10 in the morning. He didn't remember his alarm clock going off, but he also didn't remember if he set it. He rushed down the stairs to wake his daughter, but saw she was missing. With a panic, he rushed to the house phone, where he noticed a note on soft, almost pastel pink paper on the refrigerator door. He grabbed the note from off of the door and subconsciously noted that it was written on the back of a flyer for a sale at some store in the local mall. The first thing he noted was that the handwriting was his husband's. That meant that he did get home sometime when he was asleep. The note read:

RJ,

It will take a while for Unitron to reach Meraki. We do still have time to discuss a legal strategy, which will include hiring a lawyer. I got Catherine ready for school and took her. I should be home soon.

Dr Fox has granted you a leave of absence. She said that something occurred at the office that afforded you this leave. You will need to let me know what this incident was so I can have that be investigated.

Richard xoxo

The words caused a wave of relief to crash over him. Kit was at school. With his nerves calmed, he could hear a steady beep coming from his study. Three dots lol. Three dashes. Three dots. S. O. S. His radio was only tuned to one signal: the signal coming from The Rexcelsior.

"What now?" He muttered to himself with a muddy mix of fear and exasperation as he rushed to the garage to master build a ship that could get him up to see what the signal meant.

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Today's Focus

02.20.24 - God I am so cute and pink today, coming back to work after the long weekend. At least it's going to warm up around here and be somewhat nice for my days going in. Right now I am excited to get through this week because I get paid next week and will be able to buy my much-needed new laptop, along with some new Valentine pajama pants (I ripped mine boo) and a pink Valentine heart coffee tumbler.

Work - I came in to an email received at 7pm last night that a P scheduled for a depo today has been incarcerated on a parole violation and wouldn't be able to attend. So that's the big thing to do - reschedule that depo and figure out when this guy will be available. Other than that it looks like work will be slow, which is not a bad thing.

Background Noise - I have 122 on my Watch Later, and I'm going to buckle way down with these. There are a few extremely long videos I'm doing in 20 min chunks, balancing those with much shorter videos in between. Let's see how far I get.

I didn't end up doing badly yesterday; I did like 10 videos around getting another six-and-a-half hrs off my DVR. I'm doing another somewhat involved meal tonight so I should be able to watch more videos than that between work and home.

Study - It is Tuesday, so it is article day and I have: four categories of articles to cycle through, and five long articles to make progress on. I have a sticky note list to help me keep track of everything.

I did manage to read like two-and-a-half SCOTUS court decisions on Wikipedia, and I took notes so I have to make sure I transfer those to the main document of case notes.

Extras - I already did the catbox, and I don't have to vacuum or anything else really. This means I can focus on the deep cleaning detailed in my journal while I make veal parmesan for dinner. I plan on continuing Dekaranger tonight, along with Batman, but I don't know about my writing and other hobbies.