#also it's just my thoughts that night change

[alexafaie-asd]

Ok, so I'm kind of exhausted because I couldn't sleep at all last night (couldn't stop thinking how to word this all clearer than I tried to in the comments), but I am going to try to actually talk on this more in full.

Putting it all below a read more because this got very long and most people probably don't actually give a damn about learning about how disabilities can affect people so way easier to let people expand it if they want to read it rather than scroll through just to yell "not reading all of that".

The reason I responded as I did is because if you read the above post, it is saying one thing, but its very obviously pointing at something else. What are they trying to say about a person who does not listen to rap? Well it is probably the big classic gotcha of "if you don't listen to this one singular genre of black music then you are most likely a racist". That's the unspoken part.

But in truth that is a very very narrowminded outlook on why someone might not choose to engage with a genre of music.

I thought that I would give just one reason why someone might not choose to listen to rap which is NOT to do with racism - my own experience with how my auditory processing disorder affects me.

Below is a screen shot of what I wrote:

I unfortunately can not share screen shots of what was written in response as the person has either deleted their comment or decided to block me.

But the gist of it was to ignore most of what I wrote. To insist that I should just try harder. They ignored the examples I gave of genres of black music I absolutely adore (motown and soul being the genres I included but there are others my tired brain couldn't retrieve at the time). They ignored me expressing sadness that I can not process what I am hearing, they ignored that it sounds the same as auctioneer speaking.

So I tried again to explain a bit clearer what I meant by how my auditory processing disorder affects me:

I've tried to listen to different artists and have the same issue each time. To try and explain it clearer, with a lot of rap music (at least what I have been exposed to) there is usually a strong drum line, strong bassline and relatively little melody/instrumentals outside of that. The vocals are within the same kind of frequency range as the bass and drum parts. In addition, the music often makes use of distortion and in the production phase it is often quite heavily compressed.

This means that the vast majority of the sounds in the music are within a very narrow band which can make telling the vocals (mostly spoken not sung) apart from the drum and bass parts actually quite hard for me. It blurs into noise. By noise I mean the acoustical definition of "one that interferes with other sounds that are being listened to".

The suggestion of reading the lyrics would be useful if I could tell where the words are spoken enough to follow along. Or in cases where you might think you're mishearing a word - for example eggs and ex can sound pretty close to one another but would vastly change the meaning of the song so you might look the lyrics up to see what is being said.

But if you can't pick out the vocals properly at all? At that point I would just be reading a poem if I read the lyrics. Nothing wrong with poems, but reading a poem is NOT the same kind of experience as listening to music. I usually listen to music whilst I am doing something else, for example working on my cross stitch. I can't be reading lyrics whilst also following a pattern and sewing. And if I am reading something then I don't have music on in the background because I can not focus on both at the same time. (I also have sensory processing disorder so not only issues with processing sounds, but also other forms of sensory input, particular if they are concurrent). I can't do subtitles when watching something on TV for example.

Back to what I said last night though:

That was me trying to explain more that I'm not *wanting* to have this issue! I tried to discuss how I appreciate that a lot of time and effort and skill goes into creating the music. That I would love to be able to experience it how other people experience it.

I got more responses that ignored that, still treated me like I'm choosing to hate on it for no reason when I am not even hating on it. I am saying I respect the genre! I just can't process it into anything intelligible.

And yet again, someone choosing not to actually read what I said, but act like I'm doing something wrong by not listening to a genre of music that my brain can not process.

Rap is just one of the multitude of facets of what makes up black music. Its just one genre. I can understand having a "maybe this person is racist against black people if they refuse to engage with *any* music created by black people". I would agree. But rap is only the one genre. There is so much more to black music than that. Why is it the one genre than gets people all up in arms crying racist? I don't see people saying it about Motown, or Soul, or Gospel, or Blues, or Funk, or Jazz, or Disco... I don't see people saying it about Work Songs, or Ragtime, or Barbershop, or the OG Rhythm & Blues, or early Rock & Roll. All genres that I have listened to at various points throughout my life. Less so gospel if I am being fully honest, but that's simply because I'm uncomfortable with religious music in general (I'm not a religious person at all), but I would say its the best religious music I have heard.

Ultimately, for me to be able to process what I am hearing, I need the words to be clearly sung, not spoken. I don't do well with processing guttural sounds. Those blend in with drums too much. I don't have much luck being able to process spoken word or poems when read out loud. I also struggle to process audio books so don't listen to those either. And there are white bands whose music I avoid for a similar reason - like Muse for example. I know they are skilled musicians, but all the lyrics sound like "nurrr nuurrr nuurr nurr muurrr drrr brrr nnnrrr nrrr" to me. I can't process what they are saying. I also struggle with Coldplay. Loads of people love them so I'm sure they're doing something right. Can't tell what the fuck they're saying though.

Rap just happens to use multiple things that are hard for me to process. I know they make use of the voice more as rhythm than melody - and that is hard for me to process. And this is all before we talk about the kinds of words used. If it is a word I am familiar with then I am more likely to be able to pick out what is being said. However this isn't always the case. There are plenty of times where my partner has spoken to me and I've had to say "I'm sorry, I heard that you were speaking to me, I saw your lips moving, but I did not process a single word you just said, can you please try and say it in a different way?".

I did get one person trying to actually understand & offer suggestions that I might be able to try:

I can certainly give those a go to see if I can understand them enough to enjoy them.

I've already kind of touched on the "broaden your horizons a bit" thing further up in talking about genres, just of typically black music which I have listened to and enjoyed. And so continue to listen to and enjoy. There's also a wide array of genres I listen to within metal (one of my current faves being Ad Infinitum, Melissa Bonny has such a beautiful voice!) and folk music from around the world. I frequently listen to music in other languages, and generally when the words are sung in a melodic way, I'm able to pick out enough that I can just look at lyrics to figure out the few words I'm struggling with. But there are genres of metal that I avoid entirely for the exact same reason I don't listen to rap. I can't tell what is being said. This even goes for Metallica. I have their S&M album which is so well recorded and produced. I can manage to process a lot more of the words sung in the versions included in this album than the original album versions of the song. Even with the lyrics up I struggle with a lot of their original songs - there's a lot of distortion going on, quite a bit of guitar feedback creating noise, the recordings were done in a very cheap studio and are low quality, making the words not very clear as the vocal range is in a similar frequency band as the music. In comparison, the S&M versions which featured the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra in addition to the band's usual line up (for the time) and that additional melody, plus it being very well recorded (different mics for each instrument) meant that it is much easier for me to pick out what is being sung. I still struggle with some of it, but its enough that I can look up what I am missing. But even knowing the words now, I still don't process them properly if I listen to the original versions of the songs. So I don't listen to the original versions. I listen to the versions I CAN process. Plus the extra melody just makes the songs better even without the lyrics.

I still don't think I have really fully done this justice. It sounded way clearer in my head, but I do struggle with putting the words down as I think them.

But I will try the suggestions @eurekq recommended as they at least have been able to come at it from a place of trying to understand (does help that they have auditory processing disorder too). I can't guarantee I will like any of it of course. I suppose it depends on how strong the melody is. Because I really need a strong melody to enjoy the music.

rap has probably been the most consistently popular and influential genre of music for the past 40+ years but your average person on tumblr is less willing to listen to it than a random white teenage boy in the suburbs or a 4channer who lurks on /mu/ every once in a while

[minorlyatfault]

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j. todd x f!reader

𝒮ynposis: jason todd is a yearner & a true lover boy. when he loves, he loves hard yet quietly. he doesn’t express his affection through grand gestures but through the little things▰remembering your favorite song lyrics, the exact shade of your favorite color, & writing love letters he’ll never send because he’s too shy.

even though he’s already in a relationship with you, he still feels the butterflies whenever you're around. during gotham’s chaotic nights, while patrolling the city, he finds himself missing your touch, longing for your presence. even in the middle of his hardest missions, his thoughts always drift back to you▰wondering what small gift he can bring home just to see you smile.

𝒲arnings : my 3 am writing, grammatical errors(?) separated povs of dear beloved jason & reader. backstory of mr. bugs bunny if u squint.

𝒩ote:

001: idea was from @/tiredtodd on tiktok!

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gotham never sleeps.

nor does jason.

it’s been one of those nights▰the kind where criminals seem to crawl out of their skin to horrify citizens once more, where no matter how many heads he cracks, there’s always another fight waiting around the corner. his knuckles are sore beneath his gloves, guns being out of bullets, his ribs ache from a particularly nasty hit, & the sting of fresh cuts lingers across his skin.

still, none of that is what’s bothering him.

he sits on the ledge of a building, letting out a deep sigh, his view of the city blurred through smoky neon below. he should go back now, but he waits, holds his breath, looks down into the streets, limned in dim light, & stares & stares, & stares.

this weight in his chest is unfamiliar, yet so painfully recognizable.

he's always been the guy to carry his burdens alone, shouldering the consequences that comes with being red hood without complaint. but ever since you walked into his life▰sweet, soft, full of warmth in a way gotham could never be▰ things have changed.

his fingers twitch,& he reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket. he doesn't have to look. he knows.

a note.

one of several, in fact.

he writes them when the nights feel like they stretch into forever & when the silence weighs too much on his chest. little notes he can never possibly say to you. this note is no different. folded neatly, shoved between the worn pages of an old book carried around in the pocket▰words he'll never give to you, yet still can't let himself get rid of.

some people would throw anything they did that are considered embarrassing, but no, not jason.

"you looked cute today. i wanted to tell you, but i figured you already knew."

"i stole your lip gloss again. smells like blueberries. reminds me of you."

it's stupid, he tells himself. you're right there in his life. he sees you every day▰watches you hum to yourself while fixing your hair(sometimes he'd help by brushing your hair using his fingers), twirling a ribbon between your fingers(he'd also participate in this activity, claiming it to be “stupid” but won't refuse, not when you seem to enjoying yourself so much), picking out outfits with that soft, thoughtful expression he's come to love(you convinced him to match sanrio pjs once, he didn't rebuff the idea). you don't belong in the shadows like he does. you're all bows & butterflies, a contrast so complete it should have driven him away.

but it didn't.

it never could.

jason breathes, smoothing his hair with a gloved hand. he should go home. he should crawl into bed, let you fuss over his injuries, pretend he doesn't love the way your hands linger just a little longer when you patch him up.

instead, he finds himself moving▰leaping across rooftops, scanning the streets for something(other than crime). he's not even sure what he's looking for, only that the ache in his chest won't settle until he finds something to bring back to you.

it's a habit he's never acknowledged out loud.

some men bring their girls flowers. others bring chocolates, jewelry, grand gestures that scream their affections for the world to see.

jason todd?

he brings gotham to you.

not in the way it brings bloodshed and violence▰no, never that. but in the little things. trinkets he finds on his patrols, things that make him think of you. a pressed flower growing between the cracks of an old building. a charm bracelet abandoned in a crime scene alleyway.

once, he even found a small, tattered bunny plushie, barely holding together. he cleaned it up, stitched it as well as he could, & just put it on your dresser and left without saying anything.

you never asked him where it came from. you only smiled, kissed his cheek, & said, "he looks well-loved."

jason had to get out of the room after that.

tonight, he sees something that lines one of the fringes of crime alley▰a small street vendor selling handmade trinkets at barely subsistence living. most people don't even give him a glance anymore, being so wrapped up in their problems that they don't care.

there's a necklace resting among the clutter, the kind of thing he can imagine you wearing▰a small pendant in the shape of a crescent moon, subtle yet elegant. he doesn't think twice before pulling out a few crumpled bills(that is probably two times higher than it's price), handing them over without a word.

the vendor barely gets a chance to thank him before he's gone.

by the time he returns to your apartment it's late▰by two in the morning, or at least in gotham; all is quieter & yet not silently so. there is no point in knocking. he slips through the window, sliding in, again, moving silent as a phantom as he reaches the apartment's floor.

a view awaits to knock the air from his breath.

you sleep on the couch, all bundled up in that soft blanket. the tv hums away on the opposite side of the room, highlights light shadows on your face. on your lap lies a book open to one side, as though you had fallen asleep waiting for him to show up.

jason swallows, a warmth moving into his chest. his stomach▰no▰his entire soul feels warm.

he's gentle as he moves, settling beside you without waking you. his fingers brush against your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. you stir slightly at the touch, murmuring his name in your sleep, & he bites back a soft curse, heart aching at how easily you trust him.

how easily you love him.

he never deserved someone like you.

yet, here you are.

by his side, as you call his name every now & then.

his eyes fall to the small bag in his hands, the necklace still inside. for a moment, he hesitates, deciding whether to give it to you now or wait until morning.

in the end, he puts it on the coffee table, placing it beside your book where you'll see it first thing when you wake up. a small note beside it, written in his messy handwriting.

"saw this & thought of you. sleep well, sweetheart."

he doesn't sign it. he doesn't need to.

you'll know.

jason settles back, his own exhaustion finally gaining the upper hand. he needs to get up, shower, take care of the bruises he's been pretending aren't an issue. but as you turn in your sleep, reaching instinctively for him, curling up closer to his side with a soft little sigh.

yeah.

he can spend a little while like this.

the clock on the wall ticks.

it's late.

too late.

you change positions on the couch, adjusting your blanket over your shoulders & looking at the clock once again. jason would have been back by now. you know not to worry. he has lived through worse nights, fought against deadly criminals, walked away from things that would kill another man. yet still, a sense of anxiety clings to you, curling inside your stomach like a knot that feels like it's squeezing your insides.

with a sigh, you again let your eyes fall back to the book in your lap, fingers tracing the worn edges of the pages. it's one of jason's, a novel he left on the shelf ages ago & never reclaimed. you aren't even really reading at this point▰just skimming, letting the words blur together while your mind focuses somewhere else.

to him.

to the little things he does that he thinks you don't notice.

like how he keeps your hair ties even though he swears he doesn't.

or how he always makes sure there's an extra blanket on your side of the bed.

or▰your favorite▰how he writes things in his books.

you found it by accident, months ago. a dog-eared page in one of his old novels, words scrawled in the margins in his distinctive, messy handwriting. you thought at first it was just notes▰random thoughts about the plot, maybe something important he wanted to remember. basically him annotating.

but then you read it.

"she was humming today, while she made tea. low, silent. i believe that was that tune she is very much so partial to, that one she uses every time she is styling her hair. she did not appear to have been aware, but i did. i always am."

you had almost dropped the book, your heart flopping in your chest.

since then, you've turned it into a silly game. you pretend you don't notice the tiny notes he scatters around, but secretly, you live for when you stumble on them.

you know there is one in this book. you haven't discovered it yet, but just the idea of it makes you giddy, titter softly & warmth rising like a volcano about to erupt.

he doesn't even realize you know.

it's so jason▰loving quietly, loving deeply, but never really saying it outright. he'll not say one word on being away for that patrol but have you notice some folded paper with the message tucked into his jacket pocket while out doing laundry. he will never tell you, outright say it to your face that you're pretty, but he would watch you style your hair with gazes soft & lingering.

what is he writing tonight?

(something romantic, obviously.)

if he's sat atop some height of gotham, breathing between fights, scribbling thoughts of you into some old notebook while the city, loud.

"i miss her."

"i wish i could bring her here once to see this view."

"do you think she'd be angry with me for taking her lip gloss again? nah. worth the risk."

you are smiling at the thought, worrying in your ribs.

he'll be home soon. he always comes home.

the television, rapid of brightness, a bright glow over the room. your eyes begin to feel more heavy, the weariness of waiting finally settling into your bones. you tell yourself you'll stay awake, just a little longer. just until you hear the familiar creak of the window, the soft thud of his boots against the floor.

you never make it that far.

sleep pulls you down, the book slipping slightly in your lap, the soft sounds of the city fading into nothing.

you don't know how long you've been out when you feel it.

a shift in the air. the presence of someone near.

it doesn't surprise you▰not in the way that it should. instead, your body relaxes instinctively, as if it knows before your mind is quite awake.

a warmth beside you. a familiar scent. leather, gunpowder, the faintest trace of something you.

you stir, barely conscious, mumbling his name before you can stop yourself.

"jay..?"

a pause. a sharp inhale. then, a hand▰warm, calloused, careful▰brushing against your cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

you sigh at the touch, sinking into it even as sleep tries to drag you back down.

there's such a long silence before he talks, his voice quieter than ever.

"yeah, sweetheart. it's me."

you want to wake up all the way now, want to sit up straight & fuss over him like you always do. ask if he's hurt; ask if he's eaten anything; ask if tonight was one of the bad ones. but this exhaustion is heavy, pulling you down like an anchor.

you are barely aware of the way he shifts beside you, settling, the weight of his presence grounding you even into sleep.

you hear nothing in the end except the soft sound of something landing on the table▰the clinking of metal and the faint scratch of paper across wood.

& jason's whisper, barely loud enough to hear.

"missed you."

the sunlight arrives▰uninvited▰through the curtains & warms your skin as you blink awake. the tv remains on, a late-night movie in reruns, hanging precariously in the corner of your head.

the book has shifted slightly, now perched on the edge of the couch.

oh, & your beloved jason is still here.

he's half-asleep beside you, one arm draped over the back of the couch, the other resting loosely against his stomach. he looks tired▰more than usual▰but there's a peace in his expression that makes your heart ache.

slowly, careful not to wake him, you stretch▰only to freeze when your eyes land on the coffee table.

a small bag. a delicate necklace, its crescent moon pendant catching the morning light.

& a note.

your breath catches as you reach for it, fingers ghosting over the familiar, messy handwriting. jason's messy handwriting.

"saw this & thought of you. sleep well, sweetheart."

a smile tugs at your lips, warmth once again spreading through your chest.

you glance at jason, still asleep, still him.

& then, giggling softly to yourself, you reach for the book in your lap, flipping through the pages.

there’s definitely another note hidden in here somewhere.

& you can’t wait to find it.

"she keeps looking at me like that. like i’m something worth holding onto."

"she touches me like i won’t shatter. like i won’t ruin everything the second she gets too close."

"i don’t know how to explain it. it’s in the way she speaks to me, the way she laughs, the way she reaches for my hand without thinking. she doesn’t hesitate. not with me. no one's ever done that before. no one except her."

"i think▰"

there’s a pause. the sentence breaks off, like he wasn’t sure he should continue. like the truth was something too heavy to write down.

& then, softer, almost like an afterthought:

"she's too good. too bright. too much like the kind of thing a man like me should never be allowed to have."

"but gods, i want to.”

if jason peter todd isn't a hopeless romantic, then what is he?

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[inkedinshadows]

For the requests: "I would certainly take all night" with Eris, please. I would be forever indebted to you. Can be smut or not, write it however you want! :)

Held in Firelight

Pairing: Eris x f!reader

A/N: Hi! No need to be indebted, don't worry! I just hope you'll like this bc I really liked this idea but I wrote it after six hours of class so it might not be my best work. I also don't know how to label it because it's a bit fluffy with a tiny sprinkle of angst and allusions to smutty bits? Idk idk I really like it tho

Warnings: arranged marriage, cheating (but the parties involved are aware so idk)

Word count: 1k

“I think he has a new lover.”

Your words cut through the comfortable silence that had settled over the sitting room. Eris raised a brow, but you continued to stir the wine in your glass, your eyes fixed on the swirling red liquid.

The silence stretched, broken only by the crackling embers in the fireplace. Eventually, he asked, “What makes you think that?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “He spent every night out this week. He doesn't do that if he's just sleeping around. He still comes home.”

Eris hummed, as if contemplating your answer.

These were your favorite moments—when Eris didn’t have court duties to attend to and could spend hours talking and drinking with you. It was your favorite way to ease the stress and tension of the life you had been forced into.

“He was out even two nights ago?”

You looked up at him. The firelight flickered on the side of his face, turning his hair into molten copper. You felt a sudden urge to reach across the couch and run your fingers through it.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Why do you ask?”

“It was your birthday,” he stated simply.

“So?”

He looked startled. “You really don’t care that he forgot?”

You sighed, setting your glass down. “Eris, he hasn't remembered my birthday in years.”

He didn’t reply, but his jaw clenched. You couldn’t tell if the flames in his eyes were just a reflection of the fire or if it was that simmering power of his.

With another sigh, you pressed on. “Let’s say he remembers,” you said. “Then what? You really believe he would spend the whole night with me, taking his sweet time to make me feel cherished, at least on my birthday?” You shook your head, the mere thought making you scoff. “No, I prefer it this way. He doesn't care about me, I don't care about him, and there's no point in pretending we do.”

Eris remained silent, his gaze fixed on the fireplace, his fingers clutching the stem of his glass so tightly you thought it might break. You knew he cared about you, that he hated your situation as much as you did, but even he couldn’t change it. Maybe once he became High Lord he’d banish arranged marriages and spare others from this fate, but it was too late for you.

Picking up your glass again, you tucked your legs beneath you and settled back against the pillows. You took a sip of wine, hoping that its rich taste might offer an excuse to change the topic, but you came up empty. You’d already commented on the flavor when he opened the bottle.

“I would certainly take all night.”

His voice was quiet, almost thoughtful, but when you turned to look at him, he was still facing away from you.

“What?” you blurted out. Surely, you had heard that wrong.

Finally, his eyes met yours, determined and unflinching. “I would take all night with you,” he repeated, “I would cherish you. And not just on your birthday.”

Your breath hitched. There had been a few lingering touches, a brush of fingers, words whispered after one too many glasses of wine. But never like this—so plain and blatant, so unguarded.

“Don't say that,” you murmured.

“Why not?” His eyes bore into you, pinning you in place. There was no escape—not that you wanted one. “We both want it.”

He was right. There was no arguing with that. Yet you still shook your head. “Eris, we can't.”

He moved closer. You didn’t resist when he took your glass and set it on the small table alongside his. An empty bottle stood next to an unopened one.

“Why not?” he asked again, his voice gentler now. “Just because you’re married? How many other females has he been with?”

Countless.

Maybe Eris was right about that too. Maybe you didn’t owe loyalty to a husband you had never wanted—a husband who had never been loyal to you. If he could have all the females he wanted, then maybe you could have the one male you wanted. The one person who always understood you, who never judged or mistreated you.

“When was the last time someone made you feel cherished?” Eris’s hand covered yours, his slender fingers intertwining with your own, squeezing once. “Made you feel good?”

You had never thought about your marriage in those terms. You had never wanted that union in the first place, so you had clung to the small things. Time away from your husband was good. You hadn’t shared a bed in a long time, and your conversations were awkward and stiff enough that the thought of intimacy hadn't crossed your mind in years. And you’d told yourself that was good enough.

But deep down, it had never really felt good.

Eris was still looking at you, his expression soft and understanding. As if he could see your every thought.

You looked away, unable to stomach it. “I don't know,” you finally whispered.

“Let me be that person.” He reached out, gently tilting your chin. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your eyes met again, and your resolve wavered. Then he brushed his thumb over your lips and spoke in a barely audible whisper.

“Let me love you.”

That word.

Love.

Your husband had never uttered it to you, nor had you to him. But hearing it from Eris… you knew he didn't mean just now—a stolen moment to carry in your heart. And that realization was the final push you needed.

You didn't know who moved first. One moment you were staring into each other's eyes. The next, your lips met.

He tasted like a wish come true after years of waiting.

You were done longing and yearning in secret, done pretending you didn't know what you truly wanted.

And as Eris loved you in front of the fireplace, you finally felt good. You felt cherished. And he took all night to make sure of it.

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[wlwsoccerfics]

That was scary(LucyBronzeXCatleyReader)

Summary: you have a medical emergency(Appendix) and your girlfriend is freaked out.

You have felt sick all day and had some pain in your stomach. It was just one sided though. The pain was just terrible and that said something cause you have a very high pain tolerance.

You were in the changing room with the team. Trying to tie the laces of your football boots, but the movement almost makes you vomit. Your girlfriend is watching you with worry in her eyes. But doesn't say anything cause you have told her multiple times today that you were fine.

"period cramps?" Keira whispered into lucys ear. Lucy shook her head no. Knowing it wasn't time for that yet.

"i don't know. She keeps telling me how good things are and that she is fine!" Lucy stated and sighed softly.

You could tell that you started to develop a fever, the pain was also getting worse by the Minute but when you tried to walk it off, you didn't go far. Beding over in pain. Groaning softly before going down, hitting the floor, crying out in pain.

"Babe!" Lucy kneeled down in front of you, checking you over. She was panicking but tried to appear calm for your sake.

"what hurts?" She asked.

"stomach." You cry out. She picked you up and carried you to the medics. Who checked you over quickly before putting you into the ambulance that was there for the Game and you got a Ride to the hospital. Lucy never leaving your side. Keira was calling Leah so she could inform your sister Steph about what had just happened.

You were brought into surgery right away. Cause your Appendix had ruptured. Lucy was in the waiting room, pacing around. Sending Updates about you into the Team Chat. Then her Phone went off. It was your sister.

"Lucy, how bad is it?" Your sister asked right away. it was evident in her voice that she had been crying.

"her appendix had ruptured. She is in surgery right now!" Lucy explained. Trying not to tear up. Truth was she felt guilty for not dragging you to a doctor cause you claimed to be fine.

"we will be there in an hour or so. Traffic is crazy! Kyra is driving!" She replied rambling on. It was clear how worried your sister was about you. So was Kyra, who was not just Stephs little pest, but also yours.

"Drive Safe Guys. We don't need another one in the Hospital!" Lucy told them. She probably has never been so scared in her Life.

Kyra and Steph arrived just in time for the doctor to explain to Lucy how the surgery went.

"the surgrey went without any complications. We would like to keep her over night and if things are okay by tomorrow she can leave. But she has to rest. So is there someone that can take care of her?" The doctor looked around.

Lucy, Steph & Kyra all said yes at the same time.

"she has lots of people that can help her!" Lucy stated.

It was around 2 hours later and you were fully awake now.

"well this was an experience i could have done without." You replied tiredly. Your sister looked at you.

"us too, y/n! Us too! I mean you scared the crap out of me!" Steph replied and i wasn't even there when you collapsed!" She stated. Sighing softly.

"You scared me too, weirdo!" Kyra answered.

"i was there and honestly it was the scariest Moment of my Life!" Lucy told you and kissed your forehead. You frowned softly.

"i am sorry for scaring you! Wasn't my Intention!" You said and took Lucys Hand in yours. "Honestly i didn't know it was that bad!" You admitted. Squeezing your girlfriends hand gently. She squeezed it back just as gently.

"maybe next time someone ask you If you are okay, answer honestly and don't play it down!" Lucy let you know her thoughts.

"i agree with Lucy. Seriously y/n, it's okay to be honest! You don't have to be strong all the time." Steph said and looked at you with worry in her eyes.

"this was warning enough in hope!" Kyra answered. And you nodded your head softly.

"yes it was! I promise i will ask for help and don't always try to tough it out anymore!" You let them know. Offering them a small smile.

Lucy stayed with you through the night and you got to leave the hospital to go home the next day but had to rest. Lucy made sure you did. But she wasn't alone. No Kyra and Steph also stayed for a few days before going back to Training.

The Team came to visit you for the next two weeks. Then you were allowed to start with doing some light workouts.

It took you a little over a month for you to be fully back on your feet but as soon as you were you proposed to Lucy and she said yes.

So now the two of you had a Wedding to plan.

[dynamo-of-fake-twin-brother-fame]

So my brain doesn't make the chemical that gets you to SIT STILL while asleep. Or at least.... It does make it, but not nearly enough. So while some people with the same sleep issues as me need railings to keep them from rolling out of bed, I just kinda... Wiggle. Rotate like a rotisserie chicken. Burrito myself. Un rotisserie chicken. Un burrito. Wiggle. End up (sometimes) with my feet up where my head is supposed to be. This is why I tend to collect a lot of stuff down around the foot of my bed. Boxes of magic cards, clothes I've only worn once so far, for an hour, so they're still clean, extra blankets and coats, boxes of mtg cards, journals.... They trick my brain into not flipping around the wrong way when I'm sleeping. I'll still curl and uncurl like a demonic pill bug, but I don't end up with my feet on my pillow.

And for the longest time, I didn't know that was a thing. I just thought that's how people slept. Evolution's way of keeping us safe at our most vulnerable. Cuz if you keep moving around when you sleep, things that want to eat prey in it's sleep will think we aren't. It wasn't until I went on a trip with a young girls group back when I was still in it and we shared beds in the hotel that my bedmate (I think her name was Angela. Or Amelia? I can distinctly remember her face and the dress she wore for meetings) mentioned I 'moved around a lot in my sleep'. Like, I noticed she DIDN'T move around a lot, and I thought that was something humans tried to do when they shared a bed (I'd never had to share a bed with anyone before, that I can remember, outside of maybe sleeping with my parents when I was really small and had a nightmare) so I did try to stay... More still. Until I fell asleep properly and lost control of the unconscious urge to spin.

I'm wiggly when I sleep. I wobble. I spin. I rotate like a jpeg in a PowerPoint presentation animation. And this means that during the time your brain is supposed to be recharging... Mine just kinda half-asses it. Like a charging cable that's old and bent so you gotta hold your phone *juuuuuuuust* right to charge it. And I have found out (with some outside help) that the anxiety (that crazy anxiety that's so bad I have to medicate) makes it worse. If I'm anxious, I'm more wiggly than usual. If I'm calm, I'm less wiggly. I also find I'm less wiggly in the cold months when I've got eighteen pounds of blanketry on me.

(I do think it's kinda funny that the original state of our brains is WIGGLE. Like, our brains evolved to produce a chemical that stops WIGGLE, but if you've had a traumatic brain injury or your brain just doesn't produce that chemical, it'll reset to WIGGLE MODE. And WIGGLE MODE is the less optimal setting. Humans were badly designed in a high school engineering class, and the four students keep having to fuck with the code to fix things, but every change to the code fucks up something else.)

But all this to say -- there are some days I wake up, and I'm just bone-tired. I want to immediately go back to bed. Because the wiggles were with me the night before. It sounds funnier talking about it like it's some sort of old-timey affliction like Victorian wasting sickness rather than saying my brain is more caveman-y than normal. Because that's... Kinda what's going on. The original, caveman brain had WIGGLE MODE ACTIVE. And it's exhausting. So it's understandable why life expectancy wasn't as long back then. Our bodies just... Ran outta juice faster back then.

Whenever I take a long car ride I end up exhausted afterwards, and I’m always like “why am I so tired? I was just sitting around doing nothing all day.”

But the answer, it turns out, is I was doing something. Riding in a car jars your body in many directions and requires constant microadjustments of your muscles just to stay in place and hold your normal posture. Because you’re inside the car, inside the situation, it’s easy not to notice all the extra work you’re doing just to maintain the status quo.

There’s all sorts of type of work that we think of as “free” that require spending energy: concentrating, making decisions, managing anxiety, maintaining hypervigilance in an unfriendly environment, dealing with stereotype threat, processing a lot of sensory input, repairing skin cells damaged sun exposure, trying to stay warm in a cold room.

The next time you think you’re tired from “nothing”, consider instead that you’re probably in situation where you’re doing a lot of unnoticed extra work just to stay in place.

[cutehoons02]

Criminal love

*pairing: illegal racer driver Jake x police Girl

*trope: fratboy/oppositive attraction

*synopsis: Having Jake Sim as a neighbor was exhausting, he showed himself as the perfect neighbor that everyone would want: quiet, greeted the old ladies of the neighborhood, always helped those who were in trouble but you had realized that under that face there was something hidden, Perhaps your sixth sense as a novice cop was not entirely so wrong. What if your boss wants to arrest and figure out who the thugs are that run illegal races outside town but these illegal race drivers know your secret, especially your neighbours?

*tags: Lots of tension, the protagonist does not trust Jake, Jake is a pervert but in the end also a good guy, they tease each other, illegal rides, masturbation (semi-public: in car at night) f. receives it, kisses, blackmail, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) +18, sucking on the head,stalking,obsession, pet names (princess, police officer) (jakey,thug) fluffy

(English is not my native language)

Jungwon pt

10.3k (🚔)

You were sitting at your desk, a cup of coffee in your hands, while your supervisor threw a file on your desk. Your supervisor looked at you and started talking to you and two other novices who had passed the state police trials with you: -These guys are becoming a problem, Every month, large cars are stolen and then modified to run and have illegal races outside the city! -

You browsed through the curious photos and there were black sports cars, neon lights, people dancing around bonfires and at the top of the page there were 7 guys with masks or hoods on their eyes. No faces, only speed, tire smoke, and chaos.

"Illegal races? I thought they were only in movies like Fast and Furious, not in real life," you said, curiously. Your supervisor laughed and continued -And clandestine parties outside of Seoul. Nobody knows who they are, but they use nicknames. We heard them on the radio: "Wildcat", "Ghost", "Hawk" and "Joker". These 4 are the best for now but every 6 months they make some tournament to qualify and we know that the other 3 who don't have nicknames are also entering that world; the only thing we know is their nicknames and age ranging from 19 to 23.- And your supervisor sighs

-The problem is that they are unbreakable. Fast, careful, and, as far as we know, never get arrested.- Nod slowly, the thought that torments you is one: what would happen if you found out that one of them was someone you knew?

-I want you to research them from morning to night, the addresses for races are sent on encrypted sites and every weekend they change zone and code to enter. You and the other two colleagues gave "Yes, sir" and left the room.

The automatic door of the convenience store opens with a beep and you head to the instant ramen shelf. The shop is almost empty, the only sound is the local radio that the salesman left on.

Radio: ... according to rumors, a new clandestine race could take place in a few days in the streets outside Seoul. Most expected names? The King of Escapes, "Joker", the night predator "Wildcat", the track ghost "Ghost" and, of course, the elusive "Hawk".

You froze instantly, even the radio was talking about it? Were seriously so famous? and your gaze remains fixed on the ramen you had just taken. Those words, those names...

Until you heard a voice as familiar as that made you look up

«Interesting news, right? I thought that for the radio they put only K-pop!»

Across the aisle, between the shelves, Jake was leaning carelessly against one of the shelves. He wore a grey sweatshirt, his hair slightly ruffled, and eyes that looked at you with a deviated glow. You may be wondering who is this Jake, in plain words is your neighbor and was the representation of the good guy from the neighborhood but your intuition as a cop had always told you to be careful about that kid because you knew he was hiding something. He’s got you and you feel the pulse.

«You are thinking. Something wrong?»

"No. Just tired." Jake smiled softly, pushing himself away from the shelf and approaching a few steps

«Ah, I see. A long day to follow the bad guys, huh?»

You feel a shiver. There is something in the way he says it, something too... conscious.

Jake reaches out and takes a can of iced coffee from the shelf next to you and his arm touches yours for an instant too long.

«You know, you should relax a little bit more. It would be good for you.»

You squeezed the ramen and knew you had to get away but could not take your eyes off him.

«Need a picture of me? That lasts longer.»

His voice is low and playful. He says it with such a confident air that you look up to the sky, but the heat that rises in your face betrays you.

"Are you always so full of yourself?"

«Only when I have an audience worth it!» he said laughing

"And you, Jake... what do you think of illegal racing?" you said pointing at the device of the radio above your heads

For a moment, a very short moment, you noticed a change in his eyes. Something that slipped away, like a shadow. But then he smiles, that usual golden boy expression that deceives everyone.

«Oh, they’re not my type. I’m an engineering student, you know? I have more serious things to think about.»

"Really? So you’re not interested? Not even a little bit?"

Jake bends his head, looking at you carefully, as if he is trying to figure out how far you are pushing the game.

«Well... If I had the time, I think I would go there at least once. It must be fun, right? The thrill of speed, adrenaline, risk... Certainly a nice show.»

You stared at him and if he was lying, he was damn good at it.

"You know what? We could go together."

Jake pauses for a second, then laughs softly, lowering his chin slightly as he looks at you with new interest.

«You... want to go to a clandestine competition? Isn’t it against your social status as a cop? Don’t tell me you want to go there just to arrest those 4 who compete!»

"Well, in a way you’re right I shouldn’t go because I should report immediately but why not? You’re the one who says it could be interesting and if they don’t find me I could first try their territory and then have some evidence to arrest them"

Jake steps forward and you don’t move and your breathing slows down as he approaches, the warmth of his body a few inches away.

«No, no, no... you see, you shouldn’t go to places like that. Not even if you wanted to arrest one of those four pilots»

He raises his hand and, very slowly, touches your cheek. The touch is light, barely perceptible, but you feel a shiver along your back. The thumb moves for a moment on your skin, and then it moves over your hair, making it slide between your fingers.

«Especially a good girl like you.» His voice is a whisper now. A sharp blade wrapped in velvet. «Especially a first-time cop.»

"How do you know I’m a rookie?"

Jake smiles again. But this time there is something darker in that lip curve.

«Because you see. I bet that you will be my age or maybe you are even smaller than me and believe me... In such a place, they would eat you in one bite.» Something in the way he says it, the way he looks at you made you feel like you were being discovered. As if he knew everything about her, while you knew nothing about him... anything.

«But it’s adorable that you want to play the game of finding the bad guys in the story, but maybe there is someone out there who is more evil than just kids who enjoy running with illegal cars!»

And with that, he turns and leaves, leaving you there, with the ramen still in his hand and his heart beating too fast and with the knowledge that he knew too much about you and maybe even your secret.

The lair is illuminated by cold neon lights, casting long shadows on parked cars. The monitors along the wall show maps, photos, and detailed information. An entire wall is dedicated to their "interests": cops looking for them, rivals, people who could be a problem; and in the center of the board, among the many faces, there is one that attracts more than all the eyes of Jake.

Your.

Jake is sitting in his usual chair, with legs stretched out and a lighter between his fingers. Heeseung browsed some cards, Jay was sitting on the hood of a car, and Sunghoon was quietly watching the codes of future races that were to send in encrypted sites.

'So... your lovely neighbor is a cop. And she has a brother who works with the city scum', said Sunghoon

-Life is ironic, huh?- smiled Heeseung as he browsed through the envelope of your personal information

<Who knows, that someone who is not the police has managed to find out his secret> said Jay laughing

Jake smiles softly, his eyes fixed on your picture. He already knows the answer.

«Oh, she knows. He just tries to ignore him. She pretends that his brother is not a problem. Who has no blood on his hands but every day she lives with that fear of being discovered»

It slowly rises, approaches the wall, and with two fingers slides over your image. The thumb touches the edge of the photo as if it is stroking you.

«She wants to be a good girl and at the same time a good cop. But having a gangster in the family... makes everything more complicated, right?»

'So? What do you want to do with it?' asked Sunghoon

Jake turns with a smirk on his lips «She’s smart. Stubborn. If she finds out about us, she’ll start digging.»

<And if he digs too much?> said Jay

«... Then I’ll show her what her don’t want to see.»

Jake takes another picture from under the ballot: it’s your brother. A man he knows in the streets, who doesn’t just run.

«If he turns against me, he will know that I am not the greatest danger in his life.»

Jay whistles quietly and he says no with his head <You know this thing is sick, right?>

«Oh, come tell me when you have a cop who looks at you with suspicion and desire at the same time.» Sunghoon shakes his head with a half smile. 'What if instead you end up wanting it just for yourself?'

Jake freezes for a second. Then he laughs softly. «Isn’t that the same thing? Let him find out who I am. In fact... I can’t wait.»

Heeseung looked at him and said: -Don’t play with the fire Jake, we know you’re good at beating the cops but when you’ve got them on your ass and when feelings come into play it’s harder to beat them-

The air was fresh, typical of late September nights, with a light breeze lifting the dust off the asphalt. The lights of the city faded in the distance as the road stretched out before you and your best friend, your only companion in this madness.

'Tell me again why are we doing this thing?' she asked your friend

"Because I want to see who they are. I want to know who is behind those faces and nicknames. I want to catch them."

Your best friend chuckled. 'Are you sure you don’t just want the adrenaline?'

The shiver of danger was a thin flame under your skin, something that made you feel alive. Yet, there was more. There was Jake.

He left you with too many questions. He studied you too well. How did he know so much about you? And if he had anything to do with it, you should have found out.

You had been trying for days to get to the underground race. You’d lied, gone around private chats, pretended to be someone else. You finally got the invitation. But what you didn’t know was that they knew about you long before you tried to look for them.

When you arrived, the air was vibrating with the roar of the engines.

Purple and blue neon lights lit up isolated streets, sports cars parked everywhere, crowds screaming and betting.

Your best friend came to you, with bright eyes. 'It’s crazy. It feels like you’re in a movie.' You looked around, and the pulse slightly accelerated. You had to spot the pilots. You were supposed to find him and it didn’t take long. Jake was there, leaning on his car, a black Nissan Skyline with red details, a cigarette between his fingers, and a look that was too smug.

He had seen you. He was waiting for you. And he wasn’t alone. Heeseung, Sunghoon, Jay... they were all there. All the pilots. The guys you were trying to frame.

A shiver ran through your back and there was something wrong, unaware of everything your best friend gave you an elbow push. 'Wow, look at that one. It looks like he’s eating you with his eyes.'

Jake.

Smiled. A smile that promised nothing good and at that moment you realized it was a trap, It was a breeze to know where the illegal race was when you had put your false data and knew that one of those 4 knew how to work with the dark web and they had you trapped rather attracted in their sick world. They wanted you to come and let you find the invitation.

The air was thick with excitement and tension. The roar of the engines became louder, vibrations in the asphalt under my feet. But the only thing you felt was Jake, he was there, leaning on his car, talking to someone, but he didn’t even look at you.

The boy next door, the one with the golden retriever smile and sweet eyes, was gone. In his place there was someone else, someone who did not glance at you as if you did not exist yet, you could not take your eyes off him. The way a hand passed through his hair.

The way his sweatshirt fell perfectly on him, leaving a silver chain under his dark shirt and dark glasses that made him look like a thug. The way you knew he was doing this on purpose was pissing you off but also killing you, but you would never admit it.

One shot, you were stuck, your heart popping. Instinctively, you leaned on your best friend, feeling her hand wrap around your waist.

'It’s all right,' she whispered. 'It’s just the signal of departure.'

Sure. You knew it. You were a police officer. Yet, the sound of the shot had paralyzed you for a moment. A memory. A fear you never admitted.

The cars sprinted forward.

People around you were yelling, betting, and filming with phones. The adrenaline was electric in the air and cars moved like lightning, dangerous curves faced at impossible speeds. But your eyes were only on Jake.

Second off, you saw him push his car over the limit, gaining valuable meters. Then came that curve-one of the worst. Sunghoon was in front, ready to close every gap but Jake didn’t brake and with an impossible detachment, he slipped inside at the last second, overtaking him with a maneuver that no one would ever have risked.

The crowd exploded moments later, crossed the finish line first and you felt the adrenaline in your blood, as if you had run too.

You moved without thinking as your best girl yelled to you to come back and you crossed the crowd that was crowded around the drivers, hearing people talking excited about the race. Someone tried to stop you, but you ignored them until you went to Jake, he was there, leaning against his car, bottle of water in hand, as if he had not just risked his life in a crazy run.

"You are completely out of your mind!" you exploded as you approached him.

Jake looked up slowly, surprised by your presence, and then smiled. That damn smile.

«Oh, you worried about me? I have a pretty neighbor who babysits for me!» Was that a game for him?

"That maneuver was a suicide! Are you aware of what could have happened if you had been wrong by one millimeter?"

Jake drank a sip of water, then ran his hand through his sweat-soaked hair. «But I was right.»

"That’s not the point!" you yell, exasperated. "You... you’re not normal."

Jake came a step closer and did so slowly, with intent, until you felt the hood of his car against your back.

«What if I told you that I did it on purpose?» he whispered.

"Why?" you hissed, your heart beating too fast.

Jake smiled. «I wanted to see if you could take your eyes off me.»

The air around you was still warm from the rush of running, but you felt like you were suffocating. Jake laughed. As if this was all just a game to him and as if you were just another bet to win.

"Where’s the guy who studied engineering? The one who takes Layla out to the park and the one who helps old people with groceries?"

Jake leaned slightly toward you

«Still here,» he replied calmly, bowing his head. «Do you want to arrest him?»

And he raised his hands in front of him, his wrists joined together in the universal sign of handcuffs.

«You can arrest me now» Your blood froze.

Jake was making fun of you and he had made fun of you all along and this thing did not sit well, your sixth sense never lied so you would have imagined to find it in a context like that.

You opened your mouth to answer, but it was at that moment that another shot rang in the air and you heard screams.

The crowd around you dispersed, and someone ran. Your hand instinctively went to the belt-but you didn’t have the gun with you. You were unarmed and Jake looked at you and something in his eyes changed. He was funny, but also... serious.

«You are slow,» she said, before grabbing your wrist.

"Wait" He didn’t let you finish the sentence and in a second, pushed you towards his car, opened the passenger door and threw you in, locking you inside without too many compliments and then went up from the driver’s side and pressed the accelerator.

The city lights were passing like trails as Jake ran at breakneck speed through the night streets and police sirens were nearby.

"Jake, stop!" you yelled, nails sticking into the seat.

He laughed. He laughed. "You’re crazy! You’ll kill us both!"

«No, no. I’m in control, baby.»

He steered suddenly into a narrow alley, avoiding another car by a whisper. The pulse in your chest exploded and your mind told you that you had to stop it, that this was your chance to arrest it but your body? Your body was burning with adrenaline.

Jake was damn good. He knew exactly what to do and after a few minutes, the sirens faded. You couldn’t believe he had just dropped them off like a cop with no idea how many years of driving career and then steered sharply again, climbing onto a back road. After a few minutes, it stopped and Seoul lay beneath you, a show of lights that seemed infinitely far from the chaos of just a few minutes before.

Jake turned to you and raised his hands again in the handcuff mark.

«So?» he asked, with that little smile. «Do you still want to arrest me?»

You didn’t think. The palm of your hand hit his cheek with a strong slap, you were so tired of his attitude, his depraved little laugh and everything you had discovered in those few hours.

Jake stopped for a second and then laughed softly, tongue on his lip.

«Oh, I love it when you’re tough.»

And before you could move, he grabbed your wrists and pushed you against the seat. «I told you that you are slow, to be a police officer you should be more reactive, I know that you are at the beginning but you are poor in movements and reflexes»

His eyes dropped on your lips and without asking permission he kissed you and not a sweet kiss was a hungry, wild kiss, as if he had waited too long. As if he finally got what he wanted and maybe, that thing was you. Jake didn’t even give you time to think, he kissed you with the same intensity that he drove: no fear, no rules, no brakes.

His mouth was smashed against yours, hard, overbearing, hands that clenched around your hips to pull you even closer to him.

It was too close, too hot, too intense-you felt sucked into him as if he had always been waiting for that moment.

Your breath broke when his teeth caught your lower lip, pulling it just enough to make you gasp. Bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing and Jake smiled at your lips. Amused. Provocative, as if he was challenging you.

With a steady movement, you grabbed his wrist, using your strength and training to lock it and push it backward, and then you flipped it over onto the driver’s seat, immobilizing him with your hands behind his back.

Jake laughed.

«Finally,» he murmured, «I see my beautiful policeman at work.»

His tone drove you crazy, he was teasing you once again even defeated and the anger exploded inside of you. "You shouldn’t do this stuff, Jake!"

«Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, still laughing. «And what should I do then?»

"Have a normal life!" you broke. "You’re twenty-two! You should be a student, you should be worried about exams, not running to the police like a criminal."

Then he did something that made you freeze the blood blew on your neck and the shiver went through your skin before even your brain could react, and it was at that moment that you understood. He had you.

Jake got out of it with an insane speed, turning you in a moment and locking you under him and this time, you were the one immobilized.

"What the hell?"

He took you by the hips and pulled you up, making you sit on him.

He was too strong, too fast, too clever. You found yourself completely locked in, his hands wrapped around your wrists, chest rising and falling against yours.

"Let me go," you hissed, your breath short.

Jake shook his head. «No.»

You hated him. You hated him with every fiber of your being and you hated even more the fact that his body pressed against yours made you tremble.

"I don’t want to be touched by a thug." Jake smiled. A poisonous smile.

«Pity, princess.» Then he lowered his voice. «You don’t want to be touched by a thug... but your blood runs through your brother’s body.» Your breath stopped. «And you know the difference between me and him?» he continued, his tone so soft that it was scary.

«I run. He traffics weapons.» Your hands clenched in a fist. "You’re lying." Jake bowed his head. «Really?»

He stared at you with those eyes that seemed to see every fucking weakness.

«Tell me, princess... why are you here? To catch us? Or to hide the fact that the perfect cop has a brother who is worth more than anyone in here?» Jake knew everything.

He knew of your dirty blood, of the brother you tried to hide, of the truth that would destroy you, of your name changed at the police station to make sure that people would know you as a normal girl and not with a surname that circulated for years in the prison offices database.

«What, princess?" His voice was a whisper, full of fun. «Now you’re not talking?» You tried to move, to break free from its grip. He had completely blocked you and you felt his big hand slip on your cheek, a slow, languid, dangerous touch.

«You are so beautiful.» His words slipped on you like poison.

"Don’t get it, Jake." You hissed, clenching your teeth. "Tell me how you found out about those things." Jake smiled. That damned bastard smile.

«I have my ways." He shrugs his shoulders as if it were obvious. "But I will never tell you. Especially with a cop who might fuck me.»

Your breath was short and then... you felt it. His lips on your neck gave little kisses from the lobe of your ear down to where there was more meat to suck, bite, kiss, and torment at the same time, and his big hands under your back.

Your body reacted before your mind, you felt a lot of shivers through your back and you wanted to run away from him but you couldn’t a warm shiver passed through you and you hated him for it.

Jake laughed softly against your skin, feeling you stiffening.

«You feel it too, don’t you?» he muttered, the warm breath against your skin. «This thing between us... this fire? It’s since I saw you for the first time caressing Layla that I thought about what your lips tasted like»

No. No. No. You couldn’t let him control.

"You’re a fucking asshole." You spat out, your voice is full of hate.

But he... knew you were in his pocket. He rose just, his eyes shining with pure fun and then he whispered the words that took the air out of your lungs.

«Just try to say one word about me...... or the other pilots... and your boss will find out all about your brother.»

Your blood froze in your veins when you heard those words.

«And guess what?» Jake came closer again, his mouth touched the lobe of your ear. «You will not have a job anymore.» And then you felt the warmth of his hand on your cheek, the thumb slowly caressing your skin, you stiffened, but he did not stop.

«Why do you cry, princess?» he whispered with a crooked smile. «You didn’t expect me to know everything, did you?» and at this affirmation a tear slipped on your face and Jake kissed it.

You blocked was a sweet gesture, it was a gesture not from the thug Jake but from the Jake who played with Layla every morning and who loved to talk to the old people of the neighborhood, He looked like the sweet Jake you first met when you moved in and brought you chocolate chip cookies to introduce himself to you.

«You’re beautiful, even when you’re pissed at me.»

"Fuck you." You hissed, looking away.

Jake laughed softly. A low, drool, terribly hypnotic laugh and then he bowed his head, looking at you with an intensity that made you shudder.

«Let’s make a deal, princess.»

You did not answer immediately because you already knew that it would blackmail you and you hated yourself because of all the laws and rules that you had stated before becoming a cop.

"What kind of a deal?"

«One that suits you.» he smiled with a clever air. «You will no longer interfere with the races, you will no longer put your nose in our business, and I...» paused, letting the words creep into you, «...I will keep your secret, no one will ever know that you took your mother’s name and that you have a brother who works in organized crime.»

You felt yourself missing the ground under your feet. Jake won and your heart was pounding in your chest. You had fought so hard for your job, for your career and now you were in danger of losing everything.

You closed your eyes for a moment, and, with narrow teeth, nodded.

"I don’t want to lose my dream job." you muttered, with a whisper of voice. Jake nodded a satisfied smile.

«And I don’t want to be arrested for something that I love more than my own life.» He was serious, for the first time that night.

"The races?" you asked quietly.

Jake nodded. «The cars, the speed, the adrenaline.» He paused, then added: «It’s all I have and that I have in common with my best friends, I know I can be selfish but I love reckless things and always feeling on the edge of a razor is like a drug for me.»

You bit your lip. So that’s what it meant to him. Not just rebellion. Not just a dangerous game. But passion. Perhaps in another world, in another life, you might have understood it. Jake approached slowly, his breath touching yours.

«So... deal done?» You showed only a second, then sighed, defeated and you gave him the hand "Deal done."

Jake smiled. And before you could add anything else, he kissed you again. This time the kiss was different, sweeter but still intense. Deep, possessive and his hands slid down your back, holding you with disarming assurance. Your fingers slipped down his jaw, up to his neck and you slightly squeezed his silver collar. You felt him tremble under your touch as your hands went under his shirt and felt the crests of his abs under your hands.

«Curse...» whispered against your lips.

It came naturally when you pulled your lips off his and lowered your face and kissed him there, right on the neck as he had done before while your hands traced a path under his muscles and felt him groan slowly, a low, deep sound that made you shiver.

Damn, those damn butterflies in your stomach you felt, the same ones you promised to feel only for a normal guy. Not for Jake. Not for a criminal. Not for a boy who, if he had been caught, would have had a criminal record.

Yet you were sitting on a horse over him to kiss him and let him kiss you; with a gesture, you took off his denim jacket and shortly after his shirt and saw his bare chest illuminated by the little light of the moon that made stand out the crests of his muscles and the V-line defined and he did the same with your sweatshirt and with a precise click made you slip your bra and your breasts jerked slightly and your buds hardened by the contrast of the temperature. His lips go down to your neck, and his teeth touch your skin as he whispers your name, low and rough, a hand wrings your right breast and with her mouth begins to tease you, bite you, and suck on your already hard bud.

His hands are everywhere, «princess», he growls, his voice low and controlled, «if you continue to rub yourself on me in that way I know that we will be arrested not because I am a thug but because of sexual acts in public! »

You bite his lip, keeping the rhythm steady, your hips press against hers and feel its length grow and become harder with each swing you make. "Touch me, Jake, please" Jake looked at you at first lost but it was for months fucking dreaming of touching you, while he took a shower or while watching porn he always thought about you and did not repeat it twice. Jake made the sign to climb over slightly and lie down in the back of the car and then came straight to you.

He slipped his fingers into the button of your jeans and slowly slid the zipper of your jeans «Raise your hips slightly princess» The jeans slipped and Jake’s eyes went to your panties, blackened by moisture.

«So wet just for a little rubbing?» He raises an eyebrow, a smirk that pulls his lips.

«So fucking cute, you know I could ruin you in a single real moment,Y/n.» groan as he drags his fingers to your panties, sneaking under to slide a soft finger into your slit. «Tell me what you want, Y/n and I’ll give it to you but I want to hear you say» you didn’t want to fall into his game of being so desperate to need his fingers in your core, it was months that you did nothing and you were stressed for the new job and all your mess.

"your fingers" his fingers work to find your clitoris. The moment he does, he starts working slowly, and to provoke you against it, he sinks his middle finger in your pussy and you get a jolt when you feel that your clitoris is pinching slightly to give you a light electric shock and slowly you shake and he started laughing. He starts pumping his middle finger up and down and when he sees that you have used it, he puts another one in, "So, Jake, so good" Jake touched your clitoris and while he pumped his fingers he nibbled on your breasts with his lips and your hands went to pull his hair tufts. «Do you want more?»

"Yes-" you nod enthusiastically and don’t waste time, stick your third finger in to join the first two, following the rhythm, savoring the warmth that envelops it, and you unroll yourself beneath it.

«Look at you», she murmurs, «So sweet... so vulnerable only to me, who would have thought that the neighborhood cop would get fucked with my fingers like a depraved in the middle of nowhere by a hooker?»

You moaned that he was an asshole and he told you that asshole was making you come with his hands and then, took your clitoris in the mouth, swirling tongue in slow and devastating circles.

"So handsome, Jake..." As you feel closer to your orgasm Jake realizes that you are coming so tease your clitoris until his fingers are soaked in your excitement when he lets out one takes it to the mouth and licks it and the other brings it to your lips. «Suck, princess I want to see you suck my finger» You knew that for him that was just a game to make you feel weak but you slipped your tongue in his finger and licked your excitement and then you sucked slightly your finger less and Jake felt his cock become harder and harder for that sight and after a while, he sat down and he pulled out his cock and sucked it with you looking at him with your mouth open, It was so beautiful, so forbidden, so exciting to see him suck his cock and you saw his excitement after a little come out and watched you with a devilish laugh as he cleaned up and settled down.

It had been 2 weeks since you first kissed Jake and to your misfortune every time you thought about it your cheeks were warmed by the things you did, and those weeks you had spent doing everything to avoid Jake.

You were always looking through the window before going out, looking for his car, if it wasn’t parked there, then you could breathe but if it was... Your heart was tight and you were always quiet when leaving the apartment. Layla’s candy bowl had also become a signal for you. If you found it full in front of the door, it meant that Jake had been there recently and that was enough to delay your exit from the house for a few minutes.

But that day... that day was different.

You were given your official uniform. You had just left the precinct, still wearing that dark cloth, belt loaded with essential equipment:

The badge was pinned to the chest. The gun in the holster is safe and well-placed. The notebook and the radio, are always ready for use. The handcuffs hung to the belt.

And on the jacket, right under the police logo, was your last name, your mother’s last name. Not your father’s, not the dirty one, stained by the past you were ashamed of just thinking about saying it out loud; watching it gave you a sense of pride that you had never felt before and even your boss was proud of you.

-You’re gonna be a great cop, girl. I’m glad to have you on my team- Those words had left you impressed, they had given you a sense of belonging. And so, with your uniform still on, you came home but you stopped suddenly, your eyes were locked on a scene that you never would have wanted to see, Jake was in the park, a few meters away from you with Layla, his golden retriever ran happily around him, Wagging and barking.

He laughed, his light laugh, sincere the same one you had heard so many times but in that scene, there was no trace of the thug Jake.

There was only the student Jake, the boy from next door, the boy who loved dogs and who seemed to belong to another world.

Why couldn’t he be the only one? Why should there be another Jake? The one from the races, the escapes from the police, the one who had you in a corner with blackmail? It was not right.

It was not right for your heart to speed up when you saw him like this but before you could walk away, Layla noticed you and barked loudly.

The time a blink and the golden retriever jumped on you, licking your face with enthusiasm.

"Layla... hey! Wait!" you exclaimed, caressing her instinctively.

The soft hair under your fingers gave you a strange feeling of comfort.

Then you felt a shadow approaching and in front of you was Jake with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket and smiling one of those dangerous smiles.

«Oh,» he said, bowing his head. «I didn’t think a uniform could fit you so well, princess.» You looked up at him, trying to ignore the way his eyes were slipping into you, taking all the time in the world.

"Don’t call me that." Jake raises the piano. «And what should I call you then?»

"By my name. Or by my rank, if you must."

«Oh, so you want me to call you an agent?» He stepped forward, too close. You could smell his perfume mixed with that of gasoline, the warmth of his body a few centimeters from yours.

«It sounds strange.» he continued, bowing his head. «I should get used to that since you’re my police officer neighbor.»

Sighs. "You’re unbearable."

«And you keep looking at me as if you want to arrest me.» You clench your jaw. "Perhaps because I really would like to." Jake, gave you a questioning look and said, «And for what reason exactly? I’m just an engineering student who helps old people, who always collects Layla’s hunts, who pays taxes what would I have done so bad to be arrested?» said laughing. He challenges you, every time, every single time.

"Would you like me to list them one by one?" you crossed your arms. "Illegal racing. Reckless driving. Fleeing the police. Or should I start with your blackmail of me?"

Jake stood up and shook his head. «Call it blackmail, I call it agreement.»

He gave you a look of pure satisfaction. "And you accepted it."

It was true, you accepted it and there was nothing you could do to change the situation.

Layla barked again, jumping around you, unaware of the tension in the air, Jake looked down at her, then stared back at you.

«You know, Layla adores you.» You sighed, trying to calm down. "Layla is a dog. She loves anyone who treats her well.»

Jake, smiled. «Then why don’t you do the same with me?»

You looked at him badly. "Because you are not a dog."

Jake smiled again, amused. Then he stepped back, raising his hands in surrender.

«Okay, okay» nodded to your uniform. «Are you busy, agent? Can I offer you a coffee and have me officially interrogated?»

You stared at him for a few seconds, it was supposed to be a joke but you couldn’t tell if he meant it or not. And the worst thing was that... for a second, just one stupid second, you almost thought you’d accept.

"Listen, Jake, I don’t want to have anything to do with you. Risk your life, run away from the agents, do what you want but don’t put me in the middle, and never ask me to go out and tease me from morning to night again; I bet that in those races you will find someone with whom you have fun!"

Jake just tilted his head, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at you with that funny, bossy smile.

«As you wish, princess but don’t forget our pact and above all me»

He had whistled to recall Layla, had his hands in his pockets, and left but before he walked away completely, he had cast a last glance at you, a look too sure, and knew that even if you tried to pretend, you were interested in him. He knew you were watching him, just like he watched you and that confidence of his was driving you nuts.

The days passed and you were thrown headlong into work. Every shift was an opportunity to prove you deserved to be there and you were trying to distract yourself, not think about it, not think about Jake until that late afternoon when you were sorting out some files in the ops room, you heard a conversation between your boss and other officers that you would not have wanted to hear; their tones were low, almost sneaky to not be heard and you continued pretending to fix some files in the operations room, you heard a conversation between your boss and other officers that you didn’t want to hear; their tone was low, Almost sneaking out to make themselves heard and you kept pretending to clean up the files and tried to listen to their conversation.

-We got a tip- said your boss -There’s going to be a big illegal run out of town tonight. It is our chance to at least understand who these thugs are and at the same time we will try to catch them-

Your blood froze in your veins No, no, no; if they had taken Jake or one of his friends would have made your name and Jake would have thought it was you.

That you had done the double face and that you had told everything to the police and knowing him, would never forgive you and swallow hard, heart beating like crazy. After the shift, you’d run home as fast as you could but Jake wasn’t there. The apartment next to yours was empty and his car wasn’t parked.

The only thing you could do was go alone and going to the race was the only way to warn him before it was too late.

The road was the same, but this time you had a different feeling in your body, you weren’t there out of curiosity, you weren’t there to study the enemy; you were there because, as much as you hated to admit it, you had to save Jake from himself, or more precisely, from the police.

From your colleagues, from the people who were teaching you how to be a good cop, from the people who were trusting you, and from the people you would grow up with.

When you arrive the scene is the same but only that this time it is closer to the city: powerful cars, lights on, loud music, people drinking and laughing, bets that go from hand to hand, and then your eyes stop on Jake was leaning on his car and around him were at least four girls, all perfect with their short clothes and then there you: Jeans, sweatshirt wide sneakers worn out and you felt out places but immediately his eyes settled on you, Your heart gave you a crazy blow. Jake looked at you for a long moment, then nodded his head to dinner. An invitation. A way of saying "Come here".

You took a deep breath and approached, ignoring the looks of the girls who stared at you as if you didn’t belong there.

You got stuck right in front of him, ready to talk, but before you could even open my mouth, the echo of a gunshot rang in the air. The start of the race. Jake barely smiled, one of those rascal smiles that drove you crazy. Then he leaned over you, dangerously close. «Did you miss me already, princess?»

You opened your mouth, desperately to warn him. But he ran his hand through his hair and said «Let me run.» He left with no care, putting the keys in his jeans pocket. «Later, if I want to, we will talk.»

And then he turned, heading for his car.

Jake had won but you didn’t care about his result because you noticed the sirens flashing in the distance before everyone else and your heart jumped down your throat. You pulled up the hood of your hoodie and you just had to act and with all the voice that you had in your body, you shouted: «POLICE!»

Everyone turned and some started running, others were stuck out of their way. Jake, on the other hand, stood still his eyes stuck in yours, unbelieving, and then you felt his hand clenching your wrist. «What the fuck?!» Hissed between his teeth but before he could say anything else, you tore out the keys of the car. "Get in," you said yelling but he did not move. «I didn’t think you would betray me like this, Y/n.»

«Get on this blessed car if you don’t want to be arrested I’m covering your ass, idiot!» There was no more time and the agents were advancing. Jake, though still shocked, cast you an intense glance.

Then, with a half smile, he got into the car and you started the engine.

As soon as you pressed the accelerator, Jake stiffened and the car sprinted away in a flash, leaving behind chaos, and for a moment, he said nothing.

Then, when you steered sharply to avoid a patrol, he burst out laughing.

«What the hell?!» You heard him punch his car and you heard his laugh

«Where the fuck did you learn to drive like that, you drive better than some drivers who are in the top 10?!» You didn’t answer you were focused but when you entered an impossible curve at full speed, you heard a whistle of approval.

«Holy shit, you’re crazy, if you wanted to impress me you are doing it great.»

"Shut up," you said as the car went over 170 kilometers per hour

«Hey, relax, you don’t have to be so aggressive.» Jake leaned slightly towards you, his mischievous smirk always on his face.

«You seem quite comfortable here. Are you sure you’re on the right side of the law?» You gave him a murderous look, but he just laughed.

«Tell me the truth, princess,» he whispered, «You like the thrill, don’t you?»

You gave him a warning glance, but you didn’t want to admit that it was so exciting to drive against all limits, but you had to be part of the people who were supposed to enforce the laws and not break them.

«I hear him, you know?» His breath touched your ear. «The beat accelerated. The adrenaline.» His eyes shone with fun. «It excites you, does it not?» You turned back to him, your hand tight on the gearbox.

"Will you get out of my car?" Jake burst out laughing.

«Yours? This car is mine, you’re driving it fine but it will never be yours» He dropped against the seat, smiling with satisfaction. «But keep driving,» he said as he looked at you

«Where?» He pointed his head to him «In the lair.» so you followed all its directions until you parked the car in a parking lot and above you was a luxury apartment complex but when you entered the living room your heartbeat was absorbed because there was a blackboard with an immensity of photos And you were there too, of course.

Posted on a large table, carefully ordered there were photos:

You are at work, you in front of your apartment, you walking around the neighborhood and you petting Layla.

Every single detail of your life had been documented and only one person could be responsible for it; you turned to him and he was leaning carelessly against the sofa, his hands tucked in the pockets of the sweatshirt, a half-smile on his lips as if there were nothing strange.

«You are completely out of your mind, are you a stalker?»

«What’s the matter, princess? Don’t you like my decoration?»

You pointed the table with a furious gesture.

"Decoration? You’re completely out of your mind"

He saw your shoulders and said, «well it’s my collection of you!»

Your eyes were blinking with anger.

"A collection?!" you repeated, incredulous. "You’re a stalker! Do you realize how sick all this is?!"

«Come on, don’t do that,» he said, stepping towards you. «Doesn’t it make you feel special?»

You move back a step, clenching your fists.

"Special?!" you smacked. "You make me want to vomit!"

He shook his head with a funny grin.

«Strong words for someone who has taken the trouble to come to the race to save me.» His voice was lower, almost a whisper and he looked at you carefully, as if he were waiting for something.

«Tell me, princess...» He stepped closer to you so close that you could smell his scent, that mixture of gasoline, leather, and mint that was now haunting you.

«Why did you do that?» he said, tracing with his finger the edge of your lower lip.

"What are you talking about?" You tried to mislead, but you knew it wouldn’t work Jake tilted his head slightly

«Why did you take me away from there?» he answered, but you were afraid to tell him what you felt for him.

"Because I was afraid you would tell my secret," you said in a low voice, trying desperately not to look him in the eye.

«Just for that?» His voice went down an octave. «Or why were you afraid for me?» He was an asshole, a damned asshole you did not know how to do it, but he could always read inside and at the end, with a nervous smile, shake your head.

"I don’t care about you." Jake blinked, surprised and then passed his tongue on his lips and nodded. «Ah, understood.» His cheerful gaze faded in an instant, he shrugged carelessly and turned.

«Then you can go.» When you heard that phrase, your breath was blocked, you helped him or even helped all his friends and now he told you you could leave?

Jake took a few steps toward the corridor leading to the rooms.

And you stood there, frozen, was she really... getting away? So? Like nothing?

You wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction of leaving you there, pissed and confused and so, without even thinking about it, you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards you and without giving him time to react, kissed him with force, With frustration at everything you weren’t ready to admit, he stiffened for a second but then his hands squinted on your hips.

And he kissed back with all his arrogance and pushed you against the wall.

His body presses against yours, Trapping you and his fingers sink into your clothes, possessive.

«Christ...» whispered against your lips as you continued to kiss and you pulled his hair tufts now too long and his voice was damn sexy.

The wall against you, Jake’s breathless breath filling your ears. His presence was overwhelming you, but you were not going to give in. You pushed against him, trying to keep control, but he just kept coming closer, more intense, more determined.

«Stop me, please,» he said in a husky voice.

You looked away slightly, staring at him with an intense look. It was as if he was challenging you as if he was trying to see how far you would go.

"Don’t make me laugh," you replied, trying to keep your cool. " Since the first day we met, we both want the same thing, Jake."

Jake, shakes his head, a smile that seems to reveal more than he wanted. «I never thought I would end up in this situation with a police officer,» he said, his voice lighter but with a defiant accent. «Yet... it’s exciting.» He took you in his arms and carried you to his room and made you lie down on his big bed and you continued kissing for whole minutes, his hands moved sensually on your body, you felt his erection growing beneath you and you began to rub against each other’s bodies. His erection was always rubbing against your center "Jake.., please do something" You beg him when you notice that Jake is staring at you and sincerely like you but you’re desperate and you need his touch, his lips around your body and feel his cock inside you.

«I will do whatever you want princess» starts to kiss you and gently nibble your neck and you moaned piano of pleasure when he did, You felt that it bit and sucked your neck and you were seriously afraid that tomorrow you would find signs but in that moment you were at the mercy of all the emotions that it was making you feel.

Jake starts to lift your shirt and looks at you with a questioning look asking for permission you nod and he pulls down your shirt and then his bra. Gently touch one of the nipples and lick and chew the other with your tongue and groan for feeling Jake notices how desperate you are as you keep rubbing and You’re a mess under him but he loves it, loves to see you as obsessed with him as he has been with you for months now, smiles at you, raises an eyebrow looks at you and says in a provocative tone, «tell me, baby, where do you want me to touch you?»

Groan and look at you. His hair ruffled by your touch tickles your neck, his naughty smile and fleshy, reddened lips make your pussy drip even more which is extremely excited and sore.

"Please... I need your fingers in my pussy"

The smile on his face does not disappear when you beg him so kindly and he gently pulls down your jeans and you are left with only panties. «God you’re so excited princess» He slowly touches your clitoris with two fingers in your panties and sees the wet stain on them and says in a deep voice «Your pussy is so wet and eager only for me, isn’t it?»

You nod and Jake lowers your panties and starts touching your clitoris with a finger, moves his finger deliberately and gently from the top down and you gasp for pleasure.

"Just for you jakey, please..... I want more" he started to laugh, he said «You are so eager to have me all for yourself Y/n, but remember when you are mine I won’t let you go anymore»

At your request, he puts two fingers in your pussy and you moan at the feeling but after a while, he started licking your dripping pussy "fuck, Jake. Just like that", you sighed satisfied writhing at the sensation of his fingers pumping inside you and at the same time licking you as if you were his favorite food. " You’re a good guy".

He loved the attention you were giving him, and he let you know how proud of himself when one of his palms crashed into your buttocks before biting your clitoris, the tongue that swirled around the sensitive bud and wanted you to feel so good forever. Your orgasm caught you completely by surprise you didn’t even have time to jump because the stimulation that was giving you Jake was too much, the knot in your stomach suddenly broke, and you melted into a puddle of your slimy white excitement and Jake as that time in the car he took a finger against his lips and licked your white sperm.

«delicious as the last time," he told you while he chuckled and took off his pants and at the same time his boxer shorts and his cock slightly ribzò in its perfect V-line, You had already seen it but it was really big and thick and you had the hill in your mouth because you couldn’t wait to feel it inside of you.

«Ready princess?» he said

"put it in Jake is months since I have had sex with someone" he got a little more serious and gave you a small kiss on the forehead and his big cock stretched your pussy opening it to every delicious centimeter, filling you in a way that you did not know you needed, groaning as your velvety walls completely enveloped him and scratched his back slightly letting him push deeper.

«You’re so fucking tight, Y/n,» he said waiting for you to tell him to move and relax completely under him.

"Move, Jake," you pleaded, trying to press your hips against his. " please, I need you" didn’t finish the last sentence a scream came out of your throat when Jake immediately started banging his pulsing cock inside you. Your whole body trembled in his arms when the bulbous head hit your G-spot, and almost as if he had just pressed a button, your mind emptied because you were completely at his mercy.

"Fuck Jake, too, it’s too beautiful" His chest swelled with pride, a new passion took him and turned his impulses into deep and precise blows that made you reach heaven.

«Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, right? That my cock fucked you completely but it wasn’t you who didn’t even want to be touched by a thug but now I’m fucking you hard?» Jake grunted, putting yourself back on your back and hiding his face in the hollow of your neck. Could feel himself pulsating wildly inside you, warning him of his imminent high.

"Yes, just you" panicked, the legs clenching around his waist in an attempt to approach him.

«I dreamed of it for a long time», he confessed, «every time I saw you around the place, wearing that fucking uniform that makes your ass look absurd, every time you answered me wrong I wanted to lock you in this room and fuck you as it should.»

Jake could feel your walls clenching on his dick like a vise under the weight of his confession. With your orgasms approaching quickly, she leaned your calves on her strong shoulders to get even deeper, the lips that went to kiss your breasts and nibble your nipples.

«I know how much you like to be treated as not a good girl but the crazy obsessed with me that you are", groans against your chest, feeling her sight fog.

«You’re dripping on me, you’re filling my dick with cream and you feel that you are getting closer to your second orgasm»

"J-Jakey," your body began to writhe beneath him, almost overturning.

«come for me, y/n, let me see how pretty you are while falling apart on my cock» and that was all you needed to feel before a wave of overwhelming pleasure swept over your whole body, your hands pulling her hair for the intensity of your orgasm.

«Fuck, there are almost», he groans, breathless, and you couldn’t help but do the same while you stared at his face, as he chased his high like a rabid dog, using your body for her pleasure.

It took no more than three strong shootings before he poured his essence over your lower belly and thighs, loosened the grip on your legs to let them fall back into place, collapsed upon you, almost crushing you with his body, Completely exhausted and kissed you on the forehead as he hugged you. The guy who was hugging you was the engineering student you met at the beginning and his presence gave you a feeling of tranquility, and for a moment you forgot everything else.

But the sound of your phone broke the silence. He was your boss. Your instinct made you hesitate, but when you heard his voice, something in your chest clenched.

-Hi, how are you? All right? I hope you weren’t with the patrol this evening...-

You performed for a moment, trying to keep calm. " No, I wasn’t with them I was at home" you replied quickly, hoping there was no need to add more and your boss sighed because he didn’t want anything to happen to you.

-good. I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t with them too because we couldn’t arrest anyone, but I checked your file and it says you’re great at running maybe we should try to test your speed to see if you can run and at the same time stop them- Jake looked at you with a smile as he held on to you

"I’ll do my best boss," you said with a little hesitation, and then told you to go to sleep and closed the call and Jake sighed. «If you drive like you did before I know that even I, who am the strongest, will have a lot of choices to run away with you, princess, and maybe it’s time to race a little less and put my focus on my study,» He said to you with a wink as he lay down with his head leaning against the hollow of your chest and you began to massage his back.

«Slowly I will stop making you tell lies. I don’t want you to feel obliged to hide who you are or what you do.»

An incredible feeling of confusion and uncertainty pervades you.

"Jake, you" did not keep going and put a finger near your lips, «Shh, tomorrow I have to wake up early because I have class and you have to go look for the bad guys out there,» he said laughing as he leaned even closer to you.

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Singing death

[not a chapter]

All writing made by me will be under the tag ‘dollings work’

Also I’m thinking about making a side account but I don’t really think I want to because i would like to focus more on this one.

Made by Dolling

“Tim.. this is the second time this month.” You said, you arms folded in front of your chest. Staring instantly at your now broken window. “You’ve got a key for a reason child” you added.

It’s not like you didn’t have the money to fix all of the broken windows,but having to pull excuses out of your ass when the workers ask what happened. Was getting exhausting, you bought an extra key for him and he has his own room in your condo. But he still brokes your windows??

Kids now days.

Ya didn’t mine back then, because it was always fun to get a surprise visit from Tim. But now it’s like he doesn’t know when to go home, don’t get confused you loved Tim like he was your own son. But sometimes he had to remember, you’re not his bio mother. And that you had your own needs, like dating!

Before meeting Tim, you love life was not… not the best. With you being a popular singer, trying to find someone to date. Who wasn’t with you because you were famous and rich was hard, even other rich people wanted to date you because you were the famous ‘s/n’

And when you took a break from singer, you thought.

“oh maybe I’ll have time to date now!”

oh boy how wrong you were, it’s like the first week you took a break Tim showed up. And with him being thrown in your life, you didn’t have time to date.

But today was your date night, it’s the first date you choose to go to in months. But now you have to cancel why? Because your ‘son’ decided instead of going back to the batcave or whatever it was that the farry bat had. He came to your condo, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know what today was, you had told him two weeks ahead.

Just so he know that you wouldn’t be home, so he wouldn’t come with one of his surprise visits. But he came anyway, and he broke your window!

It’s not like you didn’t get him a key to your place the thread week you guys met. Maybe he liked brokering windows? You hoped not…

“Maybe I miss you?” The why Tim said these words, they felt… calculated.like this encounter was all planned out?

“Don’t give me that bullshit, look at my window!” Maybe it was the fact that, you had known Tim for about five months now. That you felt so comfortable scolding him or the fact that you done it so often.

Or the fact that he got himself into trouble a lot.

“I’ll get Bruce to buy you a new one.” Tim murmured as he walked up to you, holding his arms out in expectations for a hug.

“Tim.” You muttered. “You are grounded.”

“Hm- thought you were going to [readers] house?” Jason said, staring at Tim. “She grounded me.”

“S-she [reader] grounded, I’m sorry you? Ain’t you her self proclaimed child?” Dick added. It was after petrol, that they all decided to have a game night hell even Jason was there.

Of course with the exception of Tim as he wanted to give reader a visits and maybe stay the night at their house. It’s like 85 percent of the Tim lived with reader, and that other 15 percent? Oh he spent that time at school.

“And what did you do for her to decide to ground you?” A malicious little voice rung out. It was Damian of course, no one else liked to torture Tim more than him.

Maybe Jason on a bad day but still, it’s like that little demon liked to see to suffer.

“How does she even ground you if you don’t live with her?” Duke asked.placing down a drew four on the coffee table, for Cass.

“Yeh, how does that even work?”

“I’m grounded from her house.” Tim answered, it was a pretty obvious answer to him but maybe some people just don’t get the contacts clues.

“That sucks little guy”

Can u guys tell their playing uno? Also SCHOOL IS CLOSED TOMORROW!! So I might add on to this<333

Anddd do u guys like the name Allure being readers singer name or should I change it?

Also the little special one short I was goin to do…. I don’t think it’s going to be done in time 😭🙏🏽 if y’all have any questions about siren reader don’t be shy ask meee!!

[ryansemporium]

Hey I'd like to add my perspective growing up queer (cis, gay male) during the 2000s in Western Europe.

There was a lot of shame. Especially as a small town boy, there was the very real feeling my family would never accept me. I went through an entire "I'm bi I'm bi I'm bi I can't be gay that would be the worst thing ever, I'm bi" phase.

My country had legal gay marriage (not even just 'civil partnership', actual marriage) by the 2000s. Despite that, mainstream opinion was still that we were a bunch of freaks and fruits. The big tv channels had "lifestyle" segments on gay people that were exoticising, demeaning, and very much "look at how these freaks live".

In true European fashion, anyone who complained was told "well AT LEAST you don't have it as bad as AMERICANS" (see also: racism)

'Don't ask, don't tell' was a thing not just in the US military but in high school as well. Palpable sense of "don't tell me you're gay so I can continue to be civil to you"

When I was out during the last year of high school, a gym teacher asked me "Hm, shouldn't you get changed in the girls' locker room instead?" (On a positive note, several of my straight male classmates immediately shut him down by calmly going "Excuse me? What? What did you say? You can't say that.")

Parties were pretty great. This might be nostalgia talking. There was (is) a semi-government-funded organisation focused on helping queer youth, and they threw parties about once a month. They had an online forum (discontinued only a couple of years ago! I hate the current internet and the Discordification of social online spaces) where I made a lot of friends, some of whom I'm still friends with to this day. Anyway, the parties were fun. I'd take the bus there and dance through the night and make out with people, thinking "are you a boy or a girl? does it matter?"

The internet was WILD. Only freaks were on there. 'Groups' and chatrooms were a big thing. I was in an MSN or Yahoo! group for Final Fantasy VIII yaoi. I made friends there too. We used ICQ messenger and Yahoo! messenger, before MSN messenger was even a thing. I sent and received nudes. Much later I wondered about some of the people I sent nudes too, and how maybe they were not 16 like me but a whole lot older. (And also: I lived. It barely affected me.)

I realised I was gay when I was in some sort of summer camp. Another kid was panicking because he thought he might be gay (he was, and in retrospect it was very obvious.) He'd got the idea from a GOVERNMENT FLYER on "you may be gay (and it's okay)", containing a bulleted list on "Things that indicate you might be gay." ("Masturbating while mainly thinking about people of the same gender as you" was the big one for me)

There were government posters up in libraries about "1 in 10 people are gay, it might be you, and that's okay!" It was... weird but well-meaning, I guess?

9/11 and the Bush Administration and the Afghanistan and Iraq war were... something. Yeah. I think a lot of us forgot that the War on Terror was a semi-religious war against islam. I know I forgot how big a role Bush's born-again christian thing played in it all until I saw some clips of his "God bless America" and "If you aren't with us you're against us" and it all came rushing back.

Chick-Fil-A being homophobic was a thing back then too. Back then straight people didn't care either. It's kinda funny how that came back up again recently.

Cultural imperialism is a thing. As a kid in Europe you get inundated in American tv shows and movies, whether you want to or not, and there's no telling what will stick. My mom and sister were really into Seventh Heaven, a shitty religious / evangelical Aaron Spelling show. I was really into South Park. I feel this has only gotten worse now that the entire Internet has narrowed down to five American-owned mega-sites.

At the same time, there was a sense of pride that most European countries didn't blindly go along with what Bush and Cheney and Powell were trying to sell about "Saddam's weapons of mass destruction". The whole "freedom fries" debacle was the first time me and many of my peers realised America is a deeply unserious nation.

The internet was a lot better, though.

…I’m asking this as a younger queer person who was busy with other things during the 2000s (namely being a toddler/very young child)…what was being queer teen in the early 2000s like? Also, before I go interrogate the first willing 40 year old I find at the LGBT Center…do you know of any books or articles about this time period?

it was a lot of being forced through abstinence only sex education, getting hate crimed, being super eating disordered and that being completely normalized and even considered healthy, having classmates die of a mix of eating disorders & drug use, rampant teen pregnancy, both teachers and students getting into fistfights, being sexually harassed literally all the time, the one trans kid having to take school online so he wouldnt kill himself, 25 year olds hanging out around the school giving girls cigarettes and sexually assaulting them, working a part time job at the mall for 5.50 an hour then driving home to find your mom watching bill oreilly ranting about how people like you are evil and disgusting and next thing jeff dunhams on the tv doing jokes about dead muslims. cant tell you just how ambient and everywhere both violent homophobia and rape culture were like it was omnipresent. lotta slurs too. lots of teens getting black out drunk all the time and puking and getting into situations. what resistance to the wars i got to see in my small ish city was a few rallies of a few dozen people and some protest signs tied to highway overpasses, but otherwise american flags and jingoistic propaganda were everywhereeeee, on every minivan window and classroom etc. nobody spoke up for gay people that wasnt gay and everybody hated women and were so so anti black

the internet was a lot better though.

[monkebearness]

Maple Spice and Everything Nice

Yamada Kaede (tripleS) x Male Reader

Tags: smut, alcohol, fingering, blowjob, daddy kink, wall and standing sex, some fluff and angst

Word count: 10.4k

After nine tedious minutes of waiting in line, four friends finally enter through the doors of hell, or heaven, depending on one’s perspective. Welcomed by the almost deafening speakers, they witness the wave of guests all over the place, most of whom may as well embody the nine inner circles of Inferno or the seven terraces of Purgatorio—although some of them will probably consider this realm their paradise for a night. Yet one of these friends does not have the same level of enthusiasm as the other three as his mind is filled with doubt and regret for setting foot in this place on this weekend night.

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea to bring me here.”

“Come on, now. No need to be a party pooper, man. We promise you won’t regret this.”

“I already am, though. Besides, I don't mind being a party pooper.”

“Dude, Honggi’s not entirely wrong. Junghoon-ah, we might not get another chance to have fun in the next two weeks since people started booking reservations at the diner!”

“Well, I can’t blame customers for wanting to dine there. Isn’t that what gives us jobs in the first place? I can’t even believe you’re also going along with this, Kangmin-ah.”

“I know, I know... But think of this occasion as spending our paychecks for something new and fresh. Plus, you're the most hardworking guy between the four of us… This is your time to relax!”

“But this isn't the first place that comes to my mind when it comes to relaxation.”

“Oh, just wait until you meet someone who will change your mind,,” Honggi points his finger at him a few times. “Then you'll thank us for letting you come here!”

Autumn has arrived. Clubs were never Junghoon's style, it never has been. Ever since he’s gone on his own, he often spent his independence working from job to job across various kitchens in Seoul. But his colleagues couldn't help but insist that he tag along with them during his sixth month of working at a casual dining restaurant. And tonight, they’re inside a venue where most casual things also happen to their visitors. It’s the first time in a while that he hasn’t stayed inside home. Aside from buying groceries during weekends, going on jogs at local parks, or killing his free time on his laptop with content that’s either insightful or “brain rot-inducing,” though he tends to balance the two, more in favor of the former.

“Yeah, dude,” Insoo chimes in. “Who knows if some of us will be lucky enough to bring a chick to their place tonight? Ever thought about that benefit?”

“You should’ve definitely cleaned up your own place first if you want that to happen,” Junghoon shoots back.

“Eh,” he shrugs. “I’ll just head to their place instead and I'll make them a mess.”

“You know, words like those are why you haven’t hit off with anyone whenever we go here,” Kangmin chimes in.

“Whatever,” he grumbles. He’s had enough of his friends’ banters. “Are we just gonna stand here in the corner like a bunch of dorks or are we gonna start pushing our luck?”

Junghoon considers these given options. “I actually don't mind just standing here—”

“Come on. Get in there, man!” Honggi slowly pushes him as they both walk into the middle of the dance floor while the other two follow. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

And there he is. On the spot with the rest of the guests.

Junghoon slowly nods his head, awkwardly moving to the rhythm of the music. The less he became conscious of the crowd around him, the more he encouraged himself to keep on moving to the upbeat sound. Closing his eyes on his spot, his thoughts reassure him of an upside of clubbing, unlike what his buddies have been suggesting for the past half an hour. It’s a reminder that clubbing doesn’t have to be about flirting or mingling with others. Knowing that he may no longer want to visit a place like this the next time he’ll be invited, he gives it all. Tonight, the kitchen and restaurant are the least of his worries. It's about time he serves himself. Plus, he’s watched or played enough TikTok challenges in the background during his spare time to not be empty-handed for this hyper moment.

But after a minute has passed, Junghoon suddenly bumps into a woman in front of him with force not strong enough to be painful, yet strong enough to interrupt her movement and once unbothered mojo. Slowing down his dancing, he remains alert, with adrenaline pumping to his veins, bracing himself for any form of outburst or reaction from the very person he’s now.

“Joesonghamnida…” he speaks out—raising his voice so she can hear, knowing that he had already disrupted her ethereal spirits.

But as she turns around and meets her eyes with his, her eyes of confusion transform into disbelief, widening at the sight of the man. And just before Junghoon can bow to her in a rapid succession, he reacts similarly as the woman. “Junghoon-sunbaenim?”

“Kaede-ssi.” A smile forms on both their faces, having found familiarity amidst the neon sea of strangers. As the intensity of the music drops, both take the chance to walk to the bar counter, sitting down on the stools and offering each other drinks as an icebreaker to make up for lost time and catch up on their present in the next several minutes.

He looks at her, realizing how much her hair is shorter compared to their last encounter. As her attire looks more daring. It's a new look for her, but he can't help but admit how it suits her, at least in his mind. “You’re the last person I’d see in a place like this,” he teases, before taking a sip of the bottle of light beer she bought him.

“Feeling’s mutual,” she tuts, making him chuckle. To him, she’s more or less the same snarky, sometimes menacing, and cutesy junior he knows, just a few years older since their last encounter. Still kinda snarky, he thinks.

“Well, I didn’t go here by choice,” he clarifies, taking a glance at a distance to check on his friends at the other side of the club, grooving with faces who he has no familiarity with as the music continues to keep enchanting the larger crowd in the middle back into the dimension where electronic and techno music dominates.

“Not all of us have a choice at first,” she takes a sip of the same bottle he bought her, noticeably a much larger amount than his. “I know that sounds dramatic, but I never expected to be an occasional visitor here until my friends practically begged me. Still, there’s a sense of comfort here the longer you're here.”

“I guess that’s true,” he nods, seeing the other side of guests at the venue. Ones who are like them, simply laid back on their seats, chatting or cracking up jokes with friends or newfound companions while the rest keep on grooving. “But that being said, what are you up to these days? Don’t tell me you’re just visiting here every night.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna have fun somewhere where I’m also working. I do some work at some side gigs here and there, and I’m either a part-time coach and fitness or dance instructor on weekdays, I also do some modeling and photoshoots for quick bucks.”

“Got a lot on your plate I see,” he quips, impressed by her list of jobs, listing them as if she’s citing him her past experiences for a job application.

“Yeah, but I’m just making ends meet while I try to find a more stable job…” she groans. “You see, this is why idols are so damn lucky.”

“Couldn’t your parents have helped you with that?” he wonders, though his tone remains cautious. “But I hope you don't take it the wrong way! It's just, the last time I saw them, I remember they were probably one of the most thoughtful and protective folks out there. I’m sure helping you with jobs shouldn’t be that different.”

“It's fine,” she replies, chortling at his abrupt tone of panic. “I get it... But looking back, living here is different from Toyama. I can’t always rely on them. I get to start over and learn to mostly live making my own choices, though it’s also thanks to you and our club that adjusting in these conditions has become a little less difficult.”

“Of course, you were an amazing addition to Mad Money… You were a bit menacing at first, but I thought that was impressive. And a good thing. The girls thought the same. You even taught them a thing or two about Japanese culture.”

“Well,” she sighs. “None of my achievements back then would’ve been possible without you guys… And if I’m being honest—I always appreciate my parents’ job offers through our relatives or their associates. I'll always be touched whenever they worry about me. But I just don't wanna be their little otter anymore, you know? Not all the time.”

“Otter, huh?” Junghoon snorts, though he finds his hoobae’s sentiment to be overall heartwarming. “Mianhae. I understand what you mean. You want to find your own place in this ‘big river.’ It’s just, I can’t believe you still remember that nickname.”

“Of course,” she gloats without shame. “I embrace my spirit animal. Going through those booths at the festival were one of the first things that made my freshman year memorable, including our own. Made me realize it was worth staying here in Korea. Like another big river or sea worth setting my foot on.”

“You mean your paws?” he interposes.

“Yah!” She can’t help but laugh at his tease. “I thought we were being serious here.”

“I’m kidding!” he lets out a snicker. “Kudos to you, I suppose,” he respectfully raises his near-empty bottle with a smile. “You’re now an independent otter—I mean person. You were always one of the most capable members in the club—so now that I think about it, there is no doubt that you’re doing well now.”

She raises her bottle in response, giggling at his verbal slip up, yet hearing his honest compliments only made her smile. “You think that? How so?”

“You didn’t just prove you could do things on your own. You simply can,” he answers with a straight face, delivered with a modest tone. “You were a tough cookie, but you were also a compassionate person. You didn’t hesitate to help out others.”

Only gazing at him with a sense of comfort and perhaps adoration, Kaede doesn’t have a sarcastic remark to throw back at his statement. While some things have changed, some remain the same, even with him, she realizes. “Still got the dad energy, I see.”

“Dad ener—” he raises an eyebrow, making an embarrassed chortle leave his mouth. “Please don’t say it like that. I’m not that older than you.”

“I know, but I don’t know how else to describe it,” she shrugs. “I’ve forgotten how good you are at giving compliments… You’re that wise, perhaps a little too protective sunbae when we first met in the club.”

“I only say those things to someone if they’re true,” he retorts. “Besides, that’s all you. So at least everything we’ve done paid off, to say the least.”

“I guess so… How about you, sunbae?” Now it’s her turn to ask, resting her chin on her clasped hands. “How's our old ‘errand boy’ doing nowadays?”

“Not that different, to be honest,” he tells her. “This errand boy never really found the time to have fun at work. Kitchens tend to be busier on weekdays… So whenever we do find the time to relax, my buddies would invite me to places like this. I just happened to say ‘yes’ this time.”

“That’s exactly why I go here!” she exclaims with excitement in her voice. “Even when I’m not with my friends, blowing off some steam on my own often helps me forget the fact that having dreams isn't enough to make it from day to day.”

“I never thought of it that way,” he places his hand on his chin and rubs it for a moment. “But then again, I’ve always thought you were a great dancer since then, especially when you joined the Dragons. And even if things might not look the best right now, I'm happy that you're still doing something you’re passionate about, Kaede.”

She looks down slightly, trying to hide her reaction, as she can feel her lips forming a smile after hearing Junghoon’s compliment. “Thanks, sunbae… I’m sure you’re doing the best you can too. Not to mention, you have some thoughtful friends who still care about your social needs.”

“You don’t get those often?” he teases.

“I have too much of those from my colleagues!” she shoots back with a giggle. “That's another reason why I go here on my own. I love them, but I rarely get my ‘me times’ whenever they invite me for a get-together.”

“Well, it does feel nice to have some folks to have your back, but as someone who’s the complete opposite, I’m not judging you.” He turns to look around, scanning the areas where he last found his friends. He feels a buzzing in his pocket—receiving a message that only got sent just a minute ago. It’s official: they are nowhere to be seen, making him sigh in disappointment. He looks back to Kaede once again, who was also paying attention to where his eyes went. “Speaking of which… I wished they were still here so I could introduce you to them, but it looks like they got what they wanted, so here we are.”

“Hmm, that can be for another time… More time for ourselves to catch up. It would be disrespectful of me to just let go of a sunbae like you.”

He did not expect those words from her. “Didn’t strike you as the flirtatious type.”

“Yet you were intimidated by me,” she hums, darting her mischievous eyes at him. “Remember those times?”

“Nah, that was back then,” he defends himself as if her remark didn’t affect him. But in actuality, her words strike through him. Not because he was embarrassed by her factual teasing about him during their past, but about the way he’s starting to see her now. How she’s different from her past. How she’s no longer the soft-spoken and cutesy hoobae or an amusing force to be reckoned with that he knew. I mean, of course, she’s still cute, he corrects himself in his mind. And besides, he has long known that her reserved attitude, which others adore her for, was more of a facade or surface level impression whenever she meets new people she’s not hostile to. She can be bubbly, teasing, and energetic at times, just like she is now. But still, there is another shade of beauty from her that he never noticed, or at least appreciated before, considering his mind and heart were longing for someone else. That was a different time. This present matters more.

“I didn’t get why you weren’t popular with girls,” she brings up. “Outside Mad Money, of course. And they adored you very much! They had some of the most stunning visuals of any student on campus, and none of them were idols.”

“I can't believe you're describing yourselves like that.”

“But that's how a lot of folks saw us,” she defends her recollection.

“I know. I was kidding,” He chuckles, before letting out a nostalgic sigh. “Though, with my case, I’m pretty sure that everyone else wouldn’t be into someone like me. At least, not back then. Considering how I looked and how little of a social life I had—that was expected of me... But I didn’t mind. College for me wasn’t about dating or hook-ups.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t be all imposter syndrome on yourself.”

Such a term struck a chord in him, but he keeps himself reasonable, willing to hear the woman’s words out. “I’m not.”

“Look, sunbae. College wasn’t perfect. But I remember it not being as bad, either. Not every person was a bully, and it’s not like everyone doesn’t gain any weight during those times either! Even in our batch, I knew people who don't hold high standards anymore. I knew women who started looking for personality a lot more than looks, though it’s a plus. Some of them didn’t even want relationships ‘cause their hearts were broken by asshats—yet they ended up with folks who were keepers.”

“I understand your point,” he interjects, albeit with a polite tone.

She opens her palms. “And my point is, you had both of those. Personality and looks.”

He guffaws at her claim. “Again with your teases.”

“They're not!” she defends herself. “And if they wanted to hook-up with some stereotypical ulzzang douche, they would’ve gotten that from every fuckboy they see. You’re a keeper, Junghoon-sunbae… Any woman would’ve been lucky to be with you.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” he takes a final swig of his drink, not reacting much to her point. “But, umm, listening to your point… I can say that I feel fine with the way I am now.”

“And so do I,” she backs him up. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, some things are better for me.”

“You didn’t enjoy your college dating life?” he asks back.

“It was fine,” she shrugs. “It was like yours, if I guess so myself. Had its ups and downs. Never lived it to the fullest, that’s for sure.”

“But you’re cute and charming. And you were kind of outgoing at times because of the Mad Money Club. That’s like a plus for you when you were meeting people back then.”

“That’s what they all said about me. Cute, adorable, soft-spoken. It’s like most of the people I dated just wanted a companion to hug or talk to, which is fine, if they would have just started making more moves than those two. And I can't even act angry when there's a reason for me to be one! I’m not some rent-a-girlfriend or a living teddy bear!”

“You’re an otter,” he interposes.

“Exactly,” she sarcastically affirms. “They couldn’t even get my spirit animal right.”

“But in all seriousness, you are beautiful, Kaede-ssi. That was their loss.”

“Now, where did those words come from?” she teases him, despite his words triggering a surge of electricity trickling throughout her body. Her mere gaze at Junghoon makes her heart start to skip its usual beat. The way she sees him feels different, at least compared to back then. Even though she knows well that the “beer goggles” effect is nothing but a bunch of baloney, perhaps the alcohol that makes her question things, now that they’ve met after college. “Was your fourth bottle making you tipsy all the sudden?”

“Not drunk, just being honest,” he shoots back. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“Fair enough,” she snickers. “But no thanks to you, all I find out tonight are nothing but non-stop surprises.”

“So it’s my fault now?” he questions with a smile forming on his face, surprised at her sudden jab. “You’re blaming the newcomer?”

“In a way,” she taunts even more. “And I don’t wanna miss any more surprises by just letting you leave early.”

“I like the sound of that, actually. What do you have in mind?”

“Why not go for another round?” she suggests, piquing his interest about her more.

“The same bottle?” he wonders. “I feel like you’ve already had three, but okay then.”

“Not that, sunbae,” she stops him before he could raise his hand to the bartender. The woman motions her head behind her, keeping a smug smile at him. Junghoon notices the now-less yet still crowded dance floor, a bit taken aback by her suggestion. “I was thinking we’d head back. I’d rather have fun and be a little more sober.”

“Oh, I’m not the dancing type,” he shakes his head with a humble smile, lifting his hands like he got caught. “You saw me out there. I didn't know how to hit the floor like you did. You were practically an idol!”

“You weren’t that bad,” she reassures him. “I actually think you were better than most of them. You were on the beat.” She stands up from her stool and holds his hand, sending a tingling spark of electricity through his skin. A grin forms around her lips, as her actions fascinate him more. “But this time… You're following my lead.”

Kaede slowly walks Junghoon back to the crowded dance floor, where they would bust out their moves, syncing in their expressive spirits, now that they’re grooving next to each other. The longer he tries to imitate her every style and move, or at least give his own spin to it, Kaede's facial expressions allure Junghoon. Throughout their years in college, Junghoon never saw Kaede as anything more than a hoobae and a friend. Sure, he’s only a year older than her, and they weren’t that close, but they were on good terms. Their presence gave each other comfort and a space to confide in each other whenever they met.

Yet tonight—new feelings from him arise, thanks to their reunion. Unbeknownst to him, she’s not feeling too different. In fact, Kaede may be harboring stronger feelings. Not necessarily something that gives her butterflies on her stomach. Rather, more of a physical one. She never brought it up when they’re talking, but his physique has caught her attention, she wouldn’t have noticed it was him, if it wasn’t for his face. His breath just tempts her to get closer.

“Looking better, sunbae,” she shouts to him while her body sways. “Keep it up!”

As minutes go by, mixes and tunes of songs he’s familiar with play through the speakers.

Balkkeuchi ajjilhage Eodiro hyanghadeunji Sunsuhan sangsang geu kkeut neomeoe Deryeodajweo glassy~~

What you waiting for? ige tarakimyeon we fall fall fall What you looking for? weonhandamyeon now we fall we fall we fall

nasseon ikkeullimeul majuhan sungan mweonga dalla I won’t let you out of my sight jom deo ppajyeodeulge do me right

Mmmm I can melt an igloo Yeah cause I’m so dang hot~~

He has little to no clue how to dance any of the songs' choreo but he can only find them pleasant tunes to dance to. And now that he's with a familiar face, Junghoon feels more comfortable. The playlist has, more or less, a pattern as the DJ must’ve intended it—but the pair are too immersed to notice.

They keep dancing to the tune until there’s only a few inches of space between them, practically grinding on each other's bodies on the dance floor as their rhythm syncs in with the rhythm of the sensual and upbeat music. Her hands slowly direct him to wrap his hands around her petite and well-toned body, smoothly sliding down through her curves until they reach her hips. Junghoon’s slow and gentle touch electrifies the woman, sending sparks within, especially on her more sensitive regions that makes her let out a soft moan amidst of cacophony of thunderous speakers and passionate cheers in the club, making herself bite her lower lip in to muffle whatever else unforeseen and obscene noise that was about to leave her mouth in front of the everyone else.

Their eyes meet as everything around them slows down. They can feel each of their own heartbeats, getting louder as the roaring speakers that surround the place. Despite their five-centimeter difference, Kaede’s sudden jolts of pleasure urge her to rest her arms on his shoulders. Junghoon leans in closer, allowing her to entangle them around his neck.

Looking into each other’s eyes from a few inches, no words come out from either of their mouths, knowing how vain it would be to mutter a sound in a sea of dissonance. Unlike him, there’s virtually no sense of hesitation from Kaede—only curiosity and longing for what’s in front of her while she breathes heavily in his sight. She closes her eyes as her lips touch his for a moment, before parting to anticipate his reaction. For a few seconds, Junghoon becomes paralyzed by her sudden advances, yet feels his senses stimulated at the same moment. Her flavored lipstick oddly tastes like maple syrup. Even as their lips have already parted, her intoxicating breath still lingers. He feels a sense of hunger for her. His senses and his impulses can no longer lie to him. Through every reaction he feels, his mind and body screams at him. He wants her, here and now.

This time, he leans closer to Kaede, letting out a moan as they slowly have a taste of each other’s mouths, exploring a gustatory spectrum of bitter, sweet, sour, salty, and savory, which they both relish while embracing under the neon lights, not giving a single care about everyone and everything else around them, despite their ears catching cheerful whistles beside them, considering how they take pleasure in this irresistible excitement with their soft lips smacking each other in a tight embrace. Their heated moment on the dance floor would last for a minute until the DJ plays another mix, though for them, it is only the beginning.

The restroom was their next destination. Sloppily locking lips and battling each other’s tongues inside a stall. Despite the insatiable sensation they’ve been savoring in the past five minutes, they decide to catch their breaths—leaving a string of saliva—as their lips part. And yet, he’s not done. He leans down on the woman, playfully kissing her neck and holding her waist with his right hand, triggering a rousing stimulus that reaches down her crotch. Acting more on her ecstatic urges, she kisses him while holding his hand and guiding it down her crotch. Juices were leaking through her pants, but he got her memo. Tempted to explore her pants, he digs two fingers deeper, though the fabric is not thin enough for him to traverse into her regions.

“You can reach inside,” she murmurs under her breath, tingling at his alluring touches.

He nods, before cautiously pulling down her pants until his hand finally reaches her clit, which he begins to rub from side to side, before massaging it for a moment just to check her reaction. “Ugh… Fuck, that’s it.”

His index and middle fingers finally do their trick by making swirling motions inside her cunt, tickling and stimulating the woman at the same time while he places her neck once again. She tries to muffle her moans by biting her lower lip, but he adds another trick by finally inserting a finger inside her entrance—slipping into her opening with ease thanks to it being coated in her juices. Her continuous positive murmurs encourage him to keep on going as the middle finger follows inside, igniting a louder moan from her. Now, both fingers slowly make their way deep inside her cunt in search of more stimulating zones. Much to his surprise, he’s already stumbled on most of them. Hence, he goes through his techniques in the next few minutes, not wanting to rush and dissatisfy Kaede while he tries on different rubs and strokes inside her in the same rhythm.

“Oppa… Nghh… It feels so—” she whines with pleasure, feeling the build-up down inside her nether regions while his fingers continue their work. “I’m–uhh… I–aah…. I’m close!”

More and more fluid leaks out of her opening.

Kaede can only close her eyes and let out another much louder moan in response, before delicately holding on his left shoulder and slowly resting her head on the right where she takes a breather from her orgasm, mumbling “Th–thank… Y-you…” which he hears well.

As Junghoon understands her movement, he looks at her with some concern. “You okay? I hope I didn’t read your gestures wrong.”

“You did great,” she wheezes. As a wide smile forms on her face, she looks at him with eyes full of surprise, curiosity, and hunger. “And by the way, I thought you weren’t all that intimidated by me, sunbae,” she teases, putting her hand on his blushing face.

“I can say the same thing about you,” he snickers, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you paid a waiter so we can have the room all by ourselves.”

“And for that, you’re welcome, sunbae,” she retorts sarcastically.

“Please, you don’t have to keep calling me that, Kaede-ssi,” he proposes, stroking her scruffy and sweaty hair. “We are way past formalities at this point, don’t you think?”

“Then stop using honorifics with me,” she counters him. “At least for tonight.”

“Well…” He thinks for a second, not wanting to disappoint the muse.

“Does Kae-chan sound good to you?”

“Of course, oppa,” she answers with glee, with her heavy breathing slowly subsiding. “Now, why don’t we head somewhere else? Somewhere where no else can bother us.”

= = =

Junghoon expected they would take a taxi or a bus ride to their next destination, but much to his surprise, Kaede’s apartment was only a three minute walk from the club. Setting foot on her doorstep, he notices that her place is the perfect balance of messy and clean, oddly enough. Still, he didn’t have enough time to look into this whole abode, because at the moment he takes his shoes off—his lips are met by Kaede’s once again. He holds on to her waist, pulling her closer so he can deepen the kiss in a more comfortable position.

“You done checking out my place?” she murmurs in-between kisses, slipping under his shirt and feeling his sweating chest. “How about you check something else instead.”

“I wouldn't want anything more,” he hisses, before latching his lips onto hers once more, with his hands resuming their exploration of her physique from her breasts to her waist.

Carrying the woman with his toned arms, they reach her bed. Leaving each other kisses on each other’s lips and neck, they start undressing each other’s tops, allowing them to access more zones to explore and pleasure.

“It’s my turn now, oppa,” she pushes him on the edge of the bed, making him sit down. Seeing her seductive smile, Junghoon anticipates her move, allowing her to zip down his pants and revealing his erect cock. Her eyes can only widen at his girth and length, while her mouth slowly drools. But despite this intimidating sight, she is not gonna back off so easily. With her tongue, she starts to leave a few licks around his cock before proceeding to his balls, sending tingles across the man’s brain and even making him moan, like how he made her. After her ticklish teases, Kaede finally takes in his member inside her small mouth without any word, surprising him. In her determined mind and excited body, it is a dare she is willing to take—considering how she wants for both him and herself to have a good time tonight. Within a short moment, she’s able to take half of his thick shaft as it enters her mouth, pushing the limits of her jaw by opening it as wide as she can.

He keeps his hands gripped on her hair while he thrusts his own member in and out of her mouth. Yet, despite this position, he knows that she’s in control. Feeling her tongue slithering on his cock with every thrust only intensifies the pleasure he’s already feeling. For more than ten minutes, Kaede continues her routine before, eventually, Junghoon’s stimulation begins to overload his senses. She finally returns the favor to him with how he serviced her in the bathroom earlier. “Fuck, Kae—” he groans loudly. “I’m gonna…”

Although he tries to pull out as far as he can, Kaede keeps her mouth open in front of his tip with her hand gripping on his legs, anticipating what comes next. A stream of semen blasts out of his shaft, entering straight through her mouth. He looks at her swallowing her catch, which makes him scratch his head just as a chortle leaves his mouth.

“You just took it all in?” He asks the woman out of concern and disbelief, comforting her with a caress on her back while she coughs and catches her breath.

“Most of it,” she clarifies with a smile. She takes another look down his flaccid, yet still leaking cock. “I thought I could, but they just kept on dripping, oppa.”

He laughs at her honest remark before pecking her on the lips, not caring about the fact that his seed is on her mouth. “It’s fine. You didn’t have to… You did good, Kaede-chan. Thank you.”

As she couldn’t resist his bold gesture, and his mouth, Kaede leans in to extend and deepen their kiss once, resuming their heated makeout neither of their excited spirits want to end. This time, she assists him in helping take off her own remaining garments, unhooking her bra from the back while she takes off her panties and carelessly throws it into the floor, revealing her perky breasts. But as he lays her down on the bed, a serious thought pops up in his mind, making him ignore his now enlarged cock and follow his sense of reasoning before they can proceed with their next exercise.

“Do you have a condom?” He finally speaks about his concern.

“I–umm…” Her face starts to redden, alerting himself to take more initiative.

“If you don’t, I can just buy outside. I’m sure—”

“No, no!” she exclaims, much to his surprise, before lowering down her tone into a shyer one. “You can find a box inside the nightstand.”

Complying with her direction, Junghoon walks to the nightstand and opens it, finding a box of premium condoms, all of which are still unopened, something he finds odd due to how many it is. At the same moment, his eyes also spot some rather interesting toys next to the box, and a lube. Kaede notices him taking a little longer, though she doesn’t panic.

“I've been doing things by myself,” she tells him with the same soft-spoken intonation. “Things can get lonely here sometimes, you know.”

But truth be told, making assumptions about his old friend and partner for the night is the last thing he wants to do. He’s here because he wants to make her feel good. Both of them want to. Slowly and steadily, he opens a sachet and wraps the condom around his still erect member while she watches on from the bed surrounded by her two pillows.

“It's okay,” he smiles, giving off a comforting look to Kaede. “I don't judge. I get it.”

Kneeling on the bed, he pounces on her on the bed as she latches her lips onto his, resuming the flames of their passion. Slowly but surely, he positions her on the bed while she nudges a pillow on her rear end, their naked bodies now facing each other.

“Take it easy,” she coos as her blush remains, making Junghoon slow down from his more aroused state. He’s starting to notice her facial expression. She’s a bit nervous.

“Oh… It is your first time?” he tries to make sure.

She slowly nods, before adding, “I mean, it’s my first with someone I’m not dating... It’s been a while since I’ve done… This…” She lets out a sigh. “Is that, um, okay you, oppa?”

“Of course, Kae-chan,” he reassures her with a kiss. He doesn’t know why, but hearing such a revelation makes him feel a teeny-tiny bit of weight on his shoulders. Based on her words just now, he knows she’s done it before. “I’ll do it slowly, okay?”

She nods again, forming a dampened smile, as he positions his shaft into her entrance. With his head reaching the opening, he slides in his shaft ‘till the first half of his length reaches her vagina. Kaede cannot help herself but purr, slowly welcoming his member, though the fact that’s only halfway inside also makes her hold on to both his shoulders. He gives a few more thrusts as the rest of his cock reaches deeper inside her. Junghoon’s groans mirror the woman’s muffled moans, yet they sound music to her ears—eventually letting go as she opens her mouth and lets out rising pitched cries. Their noises compose a cacophony that echoes through the walls of the room. Their composition can reach the heavens and intensify the flames of hell. Such sounds feel like music to both their ears, similar to the mixes they were dancing to a while ago. Minutes appear like hours, but neither of their brains are in the state to count or process anything but their ongoing stimulating movement.

“Oppa!” she whines with overwhelming pleasure, already squirting from her cunt, while he can feel his cock reaching its second limit despite continuing his pumps on top of her. “Nggnhhh… Imma… Ugh… I’m close.”

Junghoon continues kissing her neck, appearing as if he’s devouring her like a vampire in order to speed up his climax, catching up to Kaede’s within seconds while they moan in each other’s mouths until the inevitable happens. She comes first; he busts his semen inside the condom milliseconds later, yet for all intents and purposes, they came at the same time. He lies down next to her, hearing each other panting amidst the silence.

They take a breather for a few minutes, lying still on the bed. He looks at Kaede, curious about whatever he just witnessed inside her nightstand earlier. That being said, he’s not being judgmental, though curiosity has already gotten to him. “Now that we’re done…”

She slowly gets up; a suggestive smile forms on her lips. “Who says we're done, oppa?”

Her daring look only encourages him with a realization. He didn’t fail to satisfy Kaede. And another, being intimidated by her isn’t such a bad thing. In fact, he’s into this side of her. “Only you can, that’s for sure.”

Turned on by Kaede’s nerves, the man leaves more kisses on her neck, before reaching down to her ears, armpits, and thighs. “Fuck, this feels so good,” she murmurs. Despite being stimulated by the slow and gentle marks he’s making, Kaede stops him and stares at Junghoon for a moment, as an idea has been brought to her mind.

“One thing, before we keep going,” she appeals with her recognizable reserved voice.

He halts his actions, attentive to her next words. “Yes, Kae-chan?”

Aside from blushing cheeks, a sheepish smile forms on her face. “Can I call you daddy?”

“Huh?” His eyes widen at her question, yet he immediately feels a jolt down on his shaft, slowly erecting once more at the woman’s words. “Well, I guess I'm not against it. Sure.”

He takes a second packet from the box, opening it while he sees Kaede touching herself in anticipation for their second round. Once he puts on the condom, the woman lunges at Junghoon, softly pushing him into the wall nearest to the bed. “Where are we goi—”

She shushes him with a finger to his lips, before turning around and facing the wall. “Let’s do it here.”

Getting her suggestion, Junghoon lets out a weak laugh, before leaving loving pecks on her neck. Tickled by his gestures, Kaede giggles and rests her arms on the wall with her rear end bending for him, taking a deep breath. Compared to last time, his cock enters her entrance with a little more ease, though he can still feel its tightness. He begins his thrusts deeper inside her chambers at a steady pace, hitting the same stimulating spots from this position. Despite his cock still only halfway like last time, she can already feel him stretching her walls all over again, and she cannot get enough of it the second time.

“Hngghh… Daddy,” she gasps, tightening her grip around him. “You’re so fucking big!”

“You’re still…” he groans, finally entering the rest of his length deeper inside her, with his hand holding on to her hip. “So… Fuck…ing… Tight… Kae-chan!”

“Hayaku,” she murmurs on the top of her breath. Though he has some clue of what she means, she adds “Faster!” for him to understand her on-the-spot request.

He quickens his pace. She stiffens her arms, tightening her fingers on the wall.

“Would you like it… If I…do this…baby?” he murmurs. His hands climb their all the way up to her breasts, Feeling them bounce, he uses his fingers around both her nipples.

“Fuck!” she gasps at his sudden maneuver. “Yes, daddy…just keep…doing it! Ngghhh…”

Enveloping each with both his palms, he kneads her knockers in a circular and an up and down motion. Surges of pleasure run through her mind, making her tilt her head backwards as her tongue sticks out while she keeps moaning during his robust thrusts. With his hands at work, Junghoon licks her nape, tasting her dripping sweat like nectar.

While she wails in gratification, he slows down his pumps so he can lean into her ear. “Imagine if we’re doing this eye to eye, Kaede-chan.”

“Hnggghhh… Fuck!” His words strike a nerve. “You–ugh–would like that wouldn’t you?”

“You have no idea,” he chuckles. In her mind, she wants it too.

“I’m close!” she wails after a few minutes.

Junghoon doesn’t say anything, but her confession makes him smile. “Let it out, baby.”

And with a few more thrusts, Kaede finally reaches her second orgasm.

Taking their time to breathe, he holds her arms, keeping her from falling straight down to the floor.

“You didn’t come, did you?” she mumbles.

“I was… Close. But it’s fine.”

“Mianhae, I didn’t wait.”

“That’s not your fault.”

“Damn right. You were the one whispering all those stuff to me.”

“Those worked for you?” he scratches his head.

“Shut up,” she chuckles before pulling him closer to her. She trails her fingers up to his toned abs and chest. “How about we go for another one, hmm? Now, you lead the way.”

In their third round, Junghoon and Kaede face each other once again and in a burst of strength from his arms, he lifts the woman off the floor—triggering a squeal of surprise and excitement from her. With his hands holding onto her hips and her arms wrapping around his neck, their lips hungrily touch once more, still addicted to each other’s taste and scent. This time, her tongue invades his mouth, which he welcomes, allowing his to be dominated. Junghoon breaks their session after a minute to tell her he’ll be putting it in once more. With her back now comfortably reclined on the wall and him steadying his arms, she wraps her leg around his back. Their eyes lock, filled with thirst for each other.

“Hopefully, the third time’s a charm,” he quips. She bites her lower lip, suppressing her excitement with him now in control.

Junghoon begins motioning his cock inside her cunt, thrusting it in and out, triggering another of her erogenous zones. He alternates in kissing each of her plump and sweaty breasts, adding to the layers of pleasure that she’s feeling now while he rams her with a slightly faster pace and more robust pumps—inevitably flexing the muscles of his arms for Kaede to witness, despite her field of vision shaking and her whole body trembling.

“More, daddy,” she begs him with a peck to his cheek. “I want more…of your… Tricks.”

He cannot help but grin as he nods before sucking one of her tits in his mouth, licking every ounce of sweat that drips like maple syrup, amplifying the volume of her moans and cries while riding his member in carnal bliss. “Nngghh… Yabai… More, ugh!”

Another idea spirals into his lustful brain, making his hands squeeze both her soft butt cheeks, triggering another spot that makes her gasp and squeal next to his ear. “Such a good girl,” he whispers right back to her ear, continuing his teases. “Taking it so well.”

“Daddy! I’m–I’m…” she screams, with her eyes rolling on the back of her head while her tongue sticks out. Witnessing such a reaction only allows his cock to remain erect, if not grow a little longer than it already is, while he continues to plow the woman to his limit. While her ahegao still persists, Junghoon latches his lips on her tongue, surprising her in a satisfying manner. They kiss more sloppily, with their tongues dancing in rhythm, complementing the sound of their skins slapping together amidst their primal noises.

Kaede parts her lips to catch her breath, tightening her grip around his back. As if that's not enough, her fingernails dig through his skin just to snap herself out of her own state of overstimulation and tell him, “I’m close!”

“Me… Too!” he groans loudly in response, maintaining his rhythm despite feeling his muscles tire out and the slow aching yet stimulating sensation he’s feeling on his back. “Toge…ther, let’s…”

With a few more powered thrusts, the man finally explodes his load inside the condom. With the last ounce of his strength, he walks back to the bed and places down his worn out partner in the middle. They both lie once again, and much longer this time for five minutes of huffing and puffing, laughing, and exchanging more quips to one another.

“Fuck…” she pants, lightly tapping his upper abs beside her. “That was intense, daddy.”

“Language, dear,” he shoots back, making his voice even deeper and commanding.

“Oppa!” She lets out a burst of laughter, playfully smacking his shoulder. “You don’t have to take it that far.”

“I’m kidding, but it was really wild,” he chuckles, breathing a little heavier than her. He fixes her disheveled hair, moving them to the side to see her face. “You did well, baby.”

His words made her giggle, still enchanted by his charm of going along with her request. She leans closer to give him a simple yet comforting kiss then lies on his shoulder to rest next to him, which he welcomes–even helping her lie more comfortably by adjusting his posture. Her hand slowly slides down to his crotch in hopes of teasing him, but her eyes and smile can only widen in surprise when she feels his shaft up and running again.

“How is that even possible?” she exclaims.

He laughs in disbelief. “Well, you made it happen, I guess.”

Temptation drives her into wrapping her hand around his cock and slowly making an up and down motion, reinvigorating his lust and drive within seconds. His moan says it all.

“You up for an encore, oppa?” she winks at him.

“Lead the way, baby,” he reciprocates her enticement.

Despite both parties initially hoping for a warm and comforting spooning session due to their recovering bodies, it turns out they still have more than enough drive and vigor to get back up. Kaede straddles Junghoon's hips and just like that, their lustful passion is reignited the second their lips touch for the nth time. In fact, they’re still only halfway through the night, one that's about to be filled with more noises of pleasure. One that will involve more than several used condoms being tossed in the trash bin every few minutes. While this night may not have been one of Junghoon's ideas of relaxation, there's no doubt in his mind that this refreshing experience is a worthy addition.

= = =

9:50 AM. No alarm wakes her up, just her circadian rhythm. Thank God it’s Saturday.

Kaede opens her eyes, wrapped up in her blanket. It’s a miracle that she’s not feeling any headache from her hangover, although her body is screaming at her in the form of a few visible hickeys and sores felt from her neck to toe. Junghoon is nowhere to be found—at least not in the same room. She finds some of her toys, a vibrator, a butt plug, and a pair of nipple suckers, on top of the nightstand, letting out a chortle as they’re well organized compared to the last time they’ve used them. He’s a quick learner, she contemplates.

After dressing up in a new set of casual clothes, the woman opens the door, immediately catching the scent of something boiled, familiar, and delectable. She finds Junghoon in his attire last night, yet he looks clean and tidy, having used the bathroom about an hour earlier. He’s at the kitchen counter, putting the finishing touches of garnish on two large steaming bowls of ramen, whose black soup and ingredients remind the woman of her native dish back home. Near the sink, she sees her cooking pan and pot, alongside a few plates and utensils, have just been washed, including the cutting board that she hasn’t used in two weeks. As he places the bowls on the dining table, her eyes notice a large platter of assorted Japanese appetizers—which includes agedashi tofu, miso eggplant, shumai, and pork gyoza—along with a bowl of fresh, well cut fruits on a smaller platter. Although she knows what her sunbae does for a living, she's still amazed by his decorum, even daydreaming as if they’re now staying at a bed and breakfast, and she just happened to spend the whole night with the hunk, tall chef, who is now preparing breakfast.

“You’re up!” Junghoon greets her with a wave. “I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen. And just so you know, I didn't steal anything. Just borrowed your utensils.”

She walks to him, still looking at the cuisine in wonder. “No it's just—this is too much. But how did you get these ingredients? I haven’t bought groceries in a week.”

“Oh, I had them delivered from a nearby grocery, since I kinda did not wanna get locked in,” he snickers. “Or got the chance to ask you what your door pin is, though that’s fine.”

Her gaze at the table remains in spectacle, though Junghoon reads it as consternation.

“Did I cook too much?” he tries to clarify. “Or do you prefer takeout, ‘cause I can also—”

“No, no!” she panics, although she calms herself down to avoid any misunderstandings. “Don't. I didn’t say it's a bad thing. I've never cooked for myself in a long time, so seeing these on the table is just so—Wow… Thank you, sunbae. I can pay you the ingredients—”

“Please. No need for that,” he interrupts her politely. “It’s the least I can do, Kaede-ssi.”

They eat breakfast over the table. Minutes past, Junghoon can only hear the humming and cheerful chewings of the woman. “Mmm! This is something else, oppa. It’s hard to believe any of these ingredients are store-bought.”

“Thanks,” he answers, but something else is on his mind. And his silence alerts her.

“Come on now, oppa,” she initiates. “Your face is already obvious. Spit it out.”

“I don't mean to ask anything about earlier… but about those toys,” he still stops, hoping that she won’t be offended.

“You're still curious about my sex life?” She places down her renge spoon and puts her elbow on the table, raising an eyebrow at him with a half-suppressed smile. “Isn’t last night enough for you? Wait, did you not enjoy using them?”

“No, no, it’s not that! Of course, I enjoyed them.” he retorts. “That’s not what I want to ask. I’m just wondering how your friends see your dating life, considering how you said you started going to the nightclub without them at times. If that's okay with you, at least. You don't have to answer if it's uncomfortable for you.”

Kaede sighs. She’s given much thought to it herself as well, considering her hesitations from the other night. Silence ensues in the room, though she breaks it once she finally makes up her mind. “Maybe, it has stuck with me since college, but umm, you know I was roommates with Yubin-ah. You remember her, right?”

“Yeah,” he nods, trying to process where her point is heading. “Of course.”

“She’s done a lot of wild stuff with your friend back then, Yeonghwan. When they were dating and all that… I know that bringing them up may be sudden, that was maybe the first time I felt that I was envious and insecure.”

Concern arises in his eyes, yet her words somewhat resonate with him. “Of what?”

She stares into the distance, reminiscing her regrets. “Of not having that kind of experience… That feeling. Yet I didn’t get the chance until I was in my later years.”

He remembers her words from last night. Her desire to be touched, like most women, hindered by a lot of people’s surface-level perceptions and shallow expectations of her. To some degree, Junghoon himself understands how she feels, based on how others had viewed both of them in the past. Despite those things happening a long time ago, certain unpleasant memories and some hesitations still lingered within them from time to time.

“And of course, my, umm, first time with my own ex wasn't the best,” she turns to him. “But last night, you kinda made me forget that… It's like that never even happened.”

He didn’t expect those words from her. “Really now? I honestly don’t know what to say… I'm glad. But–uhh, whoever you meet next, I hope they’ll treat you the same.”

She giggles at his remark. “I don't think that's even possible, oppa.”

“This must be a new thing for you, then…” he surmises. “Though from someone who’s new, you still did well. Actually, I think well’s an understatement.”

“Thanks,” she looks down with a smile, though another realization shifts her face into a sullen expression when she looks up to him. “Though I don’t know if I want to keep up this kind of routine with my colleagues. Not everyone’s like you, sunbae.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” he counters. “You get to meet someone better. And why would it matter to others if you keep going on one-night stands? That’s your choice.”

“Well, I got myself into this when I showed off to my friends at work. They would brag about their flings and wild relationships, so I make them think I get laid a lot of times. Whenever they stop by to hang out, I try to make things more... convincing. Maybe it’s just my insecurity getting the best of me, but I've also gotten used to it. I lied because I thought that my own life wasn’t good enough to be shared.”

“I…” He's at loss for words, simply astonished at the woman's tale. “Didn’t expect that. But it must be tough, pretending to be someone you’re not to your friends.”

She raises an eyebrow again, her lips forming a pout. “You're judging me, aren't you?”

“I'm not judging you!” he waves his hands. “It's just, I didn't expect you to open up.”

“But your face makes it look like you have something to say about my life choices.”

“Not much… I just think that it doesn't matter how often you sleep around with anyone. And who cares if you have a lot of toys? If they really are your friends, then they would respect, forgive, and understand that you’re actually not that kind of a person. If not… Then they’re not worthy of being your friends to begin with. Just my two cents.”

“Doesn't sound like just two cents. Don’t undersell yourself,” she quips.

He lets out a sardonic laugh. “I’m just saying… Live your life however you want, as long as you’re happy, Kaede. Besides, going to a nightclub does not have to mean you got to hook up with someone... You're just having fun on your own or with your friends, and there's nothing wrong about that.”

She tilts her head as a somber smile gleams on her face. His words somehow put her at ease. “You know, with words like that, how come you still don't have a girlfriend now?”

“Because saying things like that will bore the heck out of them,” he admits. “I didn't say those things to flirt with you. I’m just saying my piece to you as a friend.”

“I know, but some gals dig that type, you know? It's like when someone's disciplining them when they're being a bad—”

"Again with the dad kink thing," he whines, yet can’t help but laugh at her frankness.

“I'm kidding!” she insists. “Well, half-kidding. And you still didn't answer my question.”

He scoffs at her attempt to change the subject back. “Again, I don't have the time—”

“That’s bullshit,” she goads. “Didn't you remember what I said about you?”

“Well, it's true though,” he simply tells her, his energized tone slightly dropping.

She senses something else. He looks discouraged. “Did someone hurt you..? You don’t have to tell me… But it seems like you have something you want to get off your chest.” She stops for a second, considering that she has gotten ahead of herself. “Unless, I’m misreading the situation.”

“You’re not, Kaede-yah…” he lightens her up. “And besides, since I asked you a personal question first, the least I can do is answer yours.” Even with his deep voice, he begins to crack as he continues to speak. “But... I–uh, I guess, I wasn't honest enough with my ex. In a way, you can say that I hurt her instead. Instead of appreciating whatever we had, I messed it up. I thought I wasn’t good enough… So I guess you're not the only one who fell into their own insecurity. Mine ruined a relationship.” He sighs, doing his best to hide his more vulnerable side from his hoobae, but she’s already seen it through his clenched fists and heard the slight quivers in his voice.

Standing up from her seat, Kaede walks to him with her arms opened, enveloping him in a warm embrace. Such an action raises his heartbeat, reciprocating her heartfelt gesture, yet he feels more than comforted.

“I hope you find someone you will love," she murmurs next to his ear. “Once you sort out whatever has been keeping you from doing so, that is. You deserve to love and be loved like anyone else, oppa.”

“And I hope you find someone who’s willing to open their door to you, and love you in all your cute, wild, sexy, and funny sides. Someone who loves you for who you are," he requites. “I'm sure someone will, Kaede.”

Their passionate night wasn’t a romantic one, but they know and feel that it doesn’t have to be meaningless either. They’re friends who reunited after a few years, and that’s more than enough for them to reconnect again. Not the closest, but good friends nevertheless.

She chuckles, before letting out a sigh of relief. No tears came out from either of them, but their hearts felt at ease from each other’s embrace. Their bodies finally part after a few seconds. Kaede looks at him with a hopeful smile. “I didn’t know one-night stands can be emotional afterwards.”

She heads back to her seat. “Me too,” Junghoon concurs. “And it’s my first time too…”

“Geojitmal,” she scoffs with a teasing smile. “Last night was, no, were your first times?”

“I wasn’t finished,” he frowns for a moment. Kaede smirks in return. “I mean this was also my first time having an emotional one-night stand. At least in the morning after.”

“Whatever,” she chortles. “Come on now, we better finish up all this food you’ve cooked. And it sucks because this will be the only time I have anything better on my table that is not delivered outside.”

“You better start cooking on your own then,” he teases. “Unless you want to come visit our restaurant some other time, you’ll get the same, if not better, quality of food for a decent price.”

“Way to go promoting your workplace,” she teases, jabbing him lightly on the shoulder. “But of course, sunbae! Just tell me the name and address. I may even bring my friends there for lunch or dinner.”

After a moment of laughter and him sharing with Kaede the name of the restaurant he’s working at, Junghoon feels a buzzing from his phone on the table before he can pick up his spoon and chopsticks. The latest messages on his buddies’ group chat arise. While Kaede takes another healthy slurp of her ramen, he reads their ongoing exchanges.

[Kangmin]: What happened to your date? Yel, was it?

[Insoo]: The busty blonde? She and her friends just ditched us right as we outside.

[Honggi]: Or maybe she already lost interest in you because she heard you call her that.

[Insoo]: Whatever. That was her loss! I bet that's not even her real name.

[Honggi]: I told you we should've gone after someone else Like that short-haired one!

[Insoo]: As if any of us had the chance! That woman was insane and untouchable on the dance floor! She definitely has high standards.

[Kangmin]: Come on, guys. Don’t beat yourselves up.

[Honggi]: Coming from the one who got someone's number.

{I’m sure there’s always gonna be another night for y’all.}

[Honggi]: Junghoon-ah!We’re so sorry for leaving early, man. Insoo got us leaving ‘cause he thought he rizzed someone up.

[Insoo]: Don’t listen to him, man. It was Honggi’s idea. I actually thought of you before he went all down bad on some redhead. [Honggi]: Yah! I only went along with you 'cause she was friends with Yel. You're the one who's down bad.

{Gwenchana, guys ㅎㅎㅎ I’m just glad you guys got home safely.}

[Kangmin]: How ‘bout you, Jung-ah? Were you still in the club when we left?

{I did! I stayed there for a little while.} {I actually had a good time.} {I owe you guys one.}

Junghoon takes a glance at Kaede. She's also on her phone, scrolling through her social reels with a wide grin.

[Insoo]: See? Now, what did we tell you?

[Kangmin]: That’s great to hear, man! Anything interesting happened?

{Oh, nothing much.} {Well, actually, it was interesting.}

She looks at his face with curiosity, after seeing him chuckle while texting his friends. “Are those your friends right now?”

[Insoo]: Really? Come on, dude, spill those beans. [Honggi]: You’re killing us with this wait! [Insoo]: What happened to you?!

“They are,” he nods, unable to hide his smile. “And I gotta say, I guess I was kind of the 'lucky one' among us last night.”

[Kangmin]: Looks like we have a true winner after all! 🤝

[Honggi]: Don’t leave us hanging, man! ㅠㅠㅠ

“Oh yeah?” she giggles, before taking a piece of pork gyoza into her mouth with a look of curiosity at his remark. “How so?”

{Guys, just chill out! ㅋㅋㅋ} {I met up with an old friend.}

= = =

a/n: so, you finally made it through the end lol. you've either read the whole thing or skipped here. either way, thank you for reading my first fic. this definitely ended up a lot longer than I intended it to be, but it's here. I'll definitely do my best to improve my writing. have a nice day!

[toppamplemousse]

fairytalestappen part 3: snow white

welcome back to fairytalestappen, but before we get to the lestappen of it all, we have to take a little detour to a land called Sebchal

we're back to the basics: charles is again our beautiful princess. skin as white as snow. hair as brown as mahogany. lips as pink as roses. eyes as green as the mediterranean. race suit as red as rosso corsa.

okay now that max verstappen is done inhabiting my body: this story is a set in a magical version of f1, where racing still exists but so does magic, spells, potions, all of it. here we take inspiration from the most iconic of f1 fics: fool's gold by cazio (this fic changed lives go read it if you haven’t it’s 155 chapters of the greatest story ever told ). basically, each f1 team is its own kingdom. and the f1 drivers are princes of the kingdom. the #1 driver is the crown prince, and the #2 driver is his heir. okay now that that's explained.

picture 2019 charles. a baby deer. fresh off of one of the best rookie seasons in f1 history and the call-up to ferrari. he is so beautiful and so young. and he worships the ground that his older teammate, 4x WDC sebestatian vettel walks on. hero worship to the max. you get the picture.

sebastian is the ferrari crown prince. he is ferrari's best hope for a championship. he is not threatened at all by this little twink who is going to be his teammate. every morning, seb wakes up and he asks his magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) who the next champion for ferrari will be. and every day, the magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) answers, "The next world champion for Ferrari will be Sebastian Vettel." Day in, day out. Even throughout Merc domination, the magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) holds firm: Seb will be the next Ferrari WDC.

Up until the day of Charles' first race with Ferrari. That morning, Seb wakes up, asks the magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) who will be the next Champion for ferrari. And the magic mirror (Fernando Alonso) answers: "Charles Leclerc will be the next champion for Ferrari."

Sebastian is FURIOUS. How dare this little upstart come in and steal his team and his guarantees of a championship?!!! But he's also logical. Fernando is very mischevious and is just trying to get a rise out of him. No way that this baby-faced 21 year old beats a 4x WDC for Red Bull and a race winner for Ferrari.

Except that day, Charles wins his first race ever for Ferrari (AS IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN (almost) IF HE HAD WON BAHRAIN 2019 AND WON HIS SECOND EVER RACE FOR FERRARI IT HAUNTS ME AT NIGHT IT HAUNTS ME IT HAUNTS ME). okay anyways.

And at that moment, Seb resolves that he needs to get rid of Charles by any means necessary. His first thought: get someone to tamper with Charles' car, so that he has mechanical issues every race and cannot hope to challenge Seb.

Seb enlists Kimi Raikkonen (who should be very bitter bc Charles took his seat) to sneak into Garage 16 and mess around with parts of Charles' car. Kimi goes to Charles' garage and tampers with Charles' gearbox, causing Charles to DNS from pole at, you guessed it, Monaco (AAHDJHKDJHKJHGLFGL). Charles is DEVASTATED.

After the race, Kimi overhears Charles being comforted by his mechanics, and Charles is being selfless and taking the blame, even though it was a mechanical issue. Kimi sees how selfless Charles is, plus how sad and ruffled and baby-deer-like he looks, and is angry that Seb convinced him that Charles was this evil presence.

Kimi finds Charles in the paddock and he tells Charles that someone paid him to mess with Charles' car. He doesn't tell Charles who paid him though. Charles is angry and sad and frustrated etc, so he seeks to soothe his woes the only way he knows how: clubbing.

That's right, Charles goes to Jimmy'z that night and drinks/dances to forget. Throughout the night, he dances with and complains to seven different drivers, who all give him varying degrees of advice. These drivers will henceforth be known as the Seven Drivers of Jimmy'z: George Russell (Doc), Alex Albon (Bashful), Oscar Piastri (Sleepy), Esteban Ocon (Grumpy, but only bc one of the other dwarves is Pierre), Carlos Sainz (Happy), Pierre (Sneezy, idk why), and Lando Norris (Dopey). (note that one of the drivers in Charles' age group is conspicuously absent from this list, and indeed he is the Monaco race winner and is also partying it up at Jimmy'z and Studiously Not Making Eye Contact With Charles And Avoiding Him Very Conspicuously. we'll come back to that later)

Seb's initial strategy has worked, Charles' confidence has been shaken, but now Kimi is refusing to work with him any more, and the Seven Drivers of Jimmy'z are working together to guard Charles' garage at future race weekends, so he can't hire anyone else to sabotage Charles. So seb's next strategy is, you guessed it, to seduce Charles and distract him from racing. Seb has seen the way Charles looks at him, the hero worship in his eyes. It should be pretty easy to get Charles to fall for him, right?

Wrong. While Charles is still very admiring of Seb and there is still the Hero Worship Of It All, and there are many charged moments (bahrain gloved hand cupping charles' face, anyone?), Charles doesn't give in to Seb's advances. Oh, he flirts with him plenty, of course, but when Seb tries to take things to the next level, Charles always demurs. Weird, right? (side note but Charles seems very forlorn and heartbroken during all of seb's advances. almost like he's getting over someone else? but i'm sure that's not going to be important later.)

And through it all, Charles continues to beat him on track. (Bear with me here for taking many liberties with the F1 race calendar). Charles wins two races in a row in Spa and Monza. The first Ferrari driver to win the Italian GP in 10 years. And then, in Hockenheim, Seb DNFs from pole and Charles wins (Nico Rosberg records a video celebrating Charles' win and lamenting Seb's DNF with the biggest smile on his face. If you know the video, you know).

Hockenheim is the last straw. Seb decides to take drastic action. He gets a love potion (how, you ask? From his magic mirror, Fernando Alonso, who has a magician's assistant (Lance Stroll obv) who handles his magic for him because Fernando is, of course, a mirror) and slips it into Charles' drink. Surely THIS will make Charles fall in love with him.

Charles drinks the love potion, and while he is just as hero-worshippy as ever, he isn't acting like he's IN LOVE with Seb. How can this be? Seb goes to Fernando, who gleefully (picture it) informs him that the love potion will only work if the recipient isn't ALREADY IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE. now we're getting somewhere.

Seb destroys poor mirror Fernando in his rage. RIP mirror fernando. Fine. He'll take matters into his own hands. At the next driver's parade, Seb brings a poisoned KNIFE in his pocket, determined to end this once and for all. When they are in a section of the track without any fans, Seb takes out the knife and prepares to STAB charles (is this too dark? who cares), when suddenly, in a flash of blonde hair, blue eyes, dreamy thighs, and a lip freckle, someone shoves him away and shields Charles with their body.

It's Max (finally)!!!!! It turns out that he and Charles had been together but recently broken up because of, you guessed it, Austria 2019 (which also happened at some point during this messed up race calendar and went exactly as it did in real life) and they were both very heartbroken and dramatic and torn up about it. Charles and Max confess that they each still love each other and they decide to get back together. They kiss etc while the Seven Drivers of Jimmy'z tackle seb to the ground and beat him up. Maybe they sing "Whistle While You Work" while they do it. IDK.

Anyways, Seb gets dropped from Ferrari, Charles goes on to win many world championships for Ferrari, and Charles and Max live happily ever after. The ENd.

[monstersholygrail]

dray the crisis is hitting again can I get yandere mad scientist and their also mad scientist reader who loves experimenting with them? Thank u!!

Omgeee my first yandere ask, thank you sm!! Hope you like it, it kinda went all over the place (much like the couple lol)

Ever since Yandere!Mad Scientist was a boy the twisted darkness of scientific exploration spoke to the depths of his soul. He carried it with him throughout his childhood and the so-called deranged experiments he would conduct on the neighborhood animals.

When you, the new neighbor’s child, cried over the loss of your cat, Yandere!Mad Scientist felt something shift inside of him for the first time in his few years on this earth. He wondered briefly if this is what his parents meant when referring to emotion. He wanted… more of this strange sensation. He also wanted to use his gifts for someone else for a change. Another first your presence has given him.

He knew you would appreciate the gift that resulted from his experiment, and appreciate him, even when no one else ever has. Something in him told him you would understand. He didn’t believe in fate or destiny, no, he believed in cold hard facts and science. But perhaps in this one exception… it was your soul calling out for him. It had to be. Who was he not to answer?

The moment you throw open the gift box in your family’s living room to reveal your cat’s moving head on a mechanical body and your joyous squeals mingle with your parents horrified screams, he knew. The way you marveled at his accomplishment as you hugged your cat close before your parents tore it away from you in terror.

He knew you were meant to be his. And someday when he wasn’t so little and you weren’t under the control of your parents, you would be. By the possessive look you flash him as your parents usher him out and threaten to call the cops, he knows you have the same idea.

As you both continued to age, Yandere!Mad Scientist’s experiments only got more complex and dangerous. Though now you were right there by his side, driving his theories down even darker avenues. Your creative mind just as twisted as his, if not more so. Your genius unparalleled.

Of course, a series of strategic maneuvers had to be set in place every time you both snuck away to meet up given your parents had permanently banned you from seeing ‘the freak kid next door.’ They still hadn’t gotten over the little cat incident. The fact that you kept the cat alive to this day probably not helping them move on either.

But nothing could keep you away from each other. He was yours and you were most definitely his. With your work together you two would take control of the world and destroy anyone who tried to get in the others path. They were all of inferior minds to you two, they had no right to deny you what rightfully belonged to you and him.

No one would be able to touch you or keep you from him again. It was only a matter of time.

When you and Yandere!Mad Scientist got to college it was the real first taste of freedom either of you had ever had. He thought that this was it. You two would never be separated from now on. He’d be in an off campus apartment with you after school and during school you two would have all the same classes.

But then you have to go and betray him, doing the worst thing imaginable. Choosing a different major than him. While he had gone the expected path— the correct one— of a Science Major. You had chosen… Psychology. It was possibly the first time in his entire life that Yandere!Mad Scientist had been furious at you. You wouldn’t believe how tempted he was to handcuff you to him so you’d be forced to always remain by his side

He was actually searching online for a good sturdy pair the night you came to him asking for help with a project, the first you two had spoken in days following the fight you had about it. And that’s when he learns of your true motivations, the reason behind your desire to be a… Psych major of all things.

You see, you had started working on a memory control device that would surely help your plans for world domination. Of course, he immediately agreed to working on this with you. You two had never worked separately since you met and he wasn’t about to start now. Only he was allowed to know the inner workings of your mind, to understand the way your genius wove its clever webs. He was the only one who ever understood you and that would remain true for as long as he had a say about it.

Together, the work on your project progressed rapidly. The two of you working on it day and night. It was a little tricky, given you two only shared a few classes together where you’d pass flirtatious notes filled with complex algorithms. But he made do.

Though as you learned more from your classes and began applying them to the device, something started feeling… off about it all. More algorithms were attempted that he doesn’t remember running, beakers he doesn’t recall turning on were left running till they overflowed, and days seemed to pass him by where it felt like he had done absolutely nothing despite your excited rambling on the progression of the project.

One night, as you two are cleaning up from that night’s experiments, he comes across one of his many notebooks. Buried deep under a dozen others just like it. But this one has a book mark with an arrow pointing down saying ‘Read me.’ On the marked page lays a whole series of numbers and formulas he’s never even seen before in his one handwriting. With a sticky note at the top reading ‘Forget Something?’

He reads through what appears to be his work over and over again. No, this can’t be real. He never did any of this, it’s impossible. But as he watches the formulas grow more successful with each equation, realization dawns on him. It is possible. He just lost his memory of it. He looks up, eyes instantly catching onto your form across the room just as you look back up at him.

That playful smirk and mischievous glimmer in your eye that he loves so much. It’s as clear as day. As is what you’ve been doing to him. His lips curl into a mirroring expression and you just laugh, returning your gaze to your work.

Ah, so that’s how you want to play it, huh? That’s more than fine by him. He can play it right back to ya. To show you that his brain is all yours for fucking around with, so long as you’re his to do the same.

The next time you come to, the pair of you are sitting in an unfamiliar lecture hall. The teacher droning on about a topic you can’t really hear. Still half-asleep with your head resting on your arms.

“Wakey wakey, darling,” he murmurs in your ear, hand petting your head affectionately. You look too cute all groggy and disoriented as you slowly wake up from the device’s effects. He understands why you used it so much on him. Seeing you like this was absolutely irresistible.

You groan, eyes scrunching up tight. Your head feeling like it weighs about a metric ton and your eyes begging to remain closed forever. You open them anyway, lashes fluttering as you try and focus in on your surroundings. The lecture hall is completely unfamiliar to you. And given the stone walls, you’re in a completely different department.

“W-where am I?” You ask, voice slightly slurred from misuse.

He is having too much fun watching you. It’s wild seeing the device be used and the impacts it has on its users. He briefly wonders if you’ll forget all about this feeling just as he had. He cups your chin with a surprising tenderness, slowly bringing your attention back on him.

��Don’t you remember, dear? You decided to transfer into the Science department. Now, we’ll be together in all our classes. Just like you wanted,” he rumbles, his voice like a hypnotic lullaby as his thumb soothingly caresses your jaw.

It takes a moment for you to break through the comforting haze of his touch so his words can register. Your brows furrow deeply, having no memory of leaving your previous major. The words begin to repeat in your head, echoing and pounding against your skull.

Remember.

He can the moment clarity begins to dawn on you. Your eyes losing that dazed effect to them. He practically watches as you put the pieces together, realizing what must’ve happened just like he did. Though he has to give you props for how fast you realized. Your genius only made him fall harder for you, want even more of you.

But when you burst out into a fit of quiet giggles, your eyes lighting up with pride, he can feel the strings you have wrapped around his heart grow impossibly tighter. It was that pride in your work, pride in the success of the device, and even pride in him for managing to get one on you.

Your laughter is infectious and soon he’s laughing right along with you in the lecture hall, leaning in close and marveling at what you two can do when you put your minds to it.

He looks into your eyes, his hand sliding to cup your cheek and holding you like you’re the most the precious thing in the world to him. And just like back when you were kids, with one look he knows what you’re thinking.

That there is nothing better than experimenting with each other. In every way possible.

[kimmi-never-dies]

Yandere!Hyun-Ju x fem!reader head canons

(A/N): I know the poll is still up and is likely gonna change when I'm in the process of finishing this up but I had time now and this prompt was in the lead so I just decided this is what I'm writing.

TW: yandere, obsessive behavior, mentions of but never graphic violence, mentions of stalking and implied kidnapping, drugging.

Her behavior:

Again, she’s definitely a hopeless romantic, Hyun-Ju seems like the type to crave intimacy, affection, and all the other cheesy romance things, but never knows how to ask for it.

And adding that, along with the fact that society practically turned its back on her the second she wanted to openly be the woman she was on the inside, kinda turned her into an obsessive, clingy person.

She doesn’t mean to be this way, she’s just scared of being abandoned again.

Hyun-Ju never thought she’d end up becoming so infatuated with someone, but when you entered her life, everything changed.

You were so different from everyone else, you accepted her, you were so understanding and gentle…

She needed you more than life itself…you were a lifeline for her.

I kinda see Hyun-Ju being two sub-types of yandere, delusional and dependent.

She’d definitely disguise most of her delusions as jokes, for example:

“What do you mean you’re going on a date? But you’re my wife! You can’t be unfaithful!”

But her dependency is very clear, but dependency can be easily explained by abandonment issues, so you’d never guess it was really because she was practically addicted to you.

But she really can’t help it! After the games…after all the people she’d lost…she needed to keep you safe, she needed you to stay.

Dealing with rivals:

Definitely a jealous type, literally wants to scream, cry, and physically rip you away from anyone who’s not her.

Hyun-Ju doesn’t wanna share your attention, you should only focus on her!

HYUN-JU WAS A SARGENT IN THE SPECIAL FORCES

She is SCARY.

If she did happen to somehow gain a romantic rival she’d first stalk them online until she’s figured out everything about them.

She’s gotten a lot of people cut off from your life by digging up old tweets…

But if that doesn’t work, she isn’t above getting her hands dirty…

I don’t think Hyun-Ju could actually bring herself to just straight up murder someone, I know she went crazy on those guards but ACTUAL murder I don’t think so.

But she’s definitely not afraid to follow someone home and beat the ever-loving shit out of them as a warning.

Confessing to her darling:

There’s two ways this could go, and it really depends on you: Tonight was *finally* the night, Hyun-Ju was gonna tell (Y/n) how she felt about her! Everything was prepped and ready, she decorated her apartment with fairy lights, lit a couple of (Y/n)’s favorite scented candles, and made dinner. Hyun-Ju was now just getting dressed and awaiting her sweet-girls arrival.

She was dressed up in a beautiful forest-green dress with a gold necklace with an (your first initial) shaped pendent, which she got a while ago, playing it off as “there were no H’s and it made me think of you.” Her makeup was also simple, her signature brown winged liner, some mascara, and a bit of red tinted-gloss

The silence of Hyun-Ju’s apartment was suddenly interrupted by a knocking at the door.

‘She’s here!’ Hyun-Ju thought to herself excitedly as she rushed to open the door.

She could’ve fallen to her knee and proposed right then and there…

(Y/n) was stunning…her dress/suit hugging her body in all the right ways, and her hair was done perfectly, just like always…

-a few hours later-

After a while of eating dinner and watching some stupid comedy movie, Hyun-Ju finally worked up her courage and turned to face (Y/n). Her hands were shaking as she paused the tv, looking into her (e/c) eyes with nothing but love and a small twinge go something…darker…

“Sweet girl…I know we’ve been good friends for such a long time but…over these past few years I’ve wanted something more, I love you, and I wanna be your wife one day…so with that being said, please…will you be my girlfriend…?”

You sat shocked for a few minutes before responding to her, you couldn’t help but notice the desperate yet hopeful look on her face.

“Oh Hyun-Ju…”

Yes

"I'd love to..."

did she hear that right?

yes??

she would grin from ear to ear, pull you close as gently as she could, and kiss you.

this first kiss and every kiss after that would be full of love, passion, and happiness, masking the obsessive and violent feelings that got here to this moment, here with you...

And she was never letting you go...

No

"I'm sorry...I don't feel the same...but I'd love to still be your friend."

friend?

FRIEND??

all of this, following you everywhere, taking all those pictures of you, fighting off rivals left and right, only for you to wanna be FRIENDS!?

Hyun-Ju was NOT accepting this, but luckily she already had a backup plan.

struggling didn't help much when she lunged at you, pinning you to the ground effortlessly as she pulled something out of her dress pocket.

and once you felt that prick in your neck, and the sedative hit, you didn't struggle at all.

don't be scared sweet girl, she won't hurt you.

she'll make sure no one can hurt you...or even find you again...

[fastidionysus]

"Do you think we grow up to become our parents?"

or where you comfort Mark when he worries about his future.

a/n: takes place after season two, reader is an alien from a planet called "Auloria", established relationship

Some things didn’t need to be said between the two of us. Chicago was… a bad memory for the both of us and yet, every day was a reminder of it. We were both trying to heal from these events and yet, we never talked through it, always finding another topic or doing some other activity.

I don’t know if Debbie didn’t know or just didn’t care at the moment about my sleepovers at the Grayson residence almost every night, I didn’t care.

At nights we weren’t there, we were at my house, and my parents didn’t care, they thought Mark was sent from the heavens above.

So there we laid, legs tangled together, both our arms hugging each other’s waists, as the hand that laid on my stomach intertwined with mine. My head rested on the boy’s chest as he sat a little more upwards than me, both of us focused on the tv at the foot of the bed.

“Do you ever think...” He starts, voice gentle as ever.

“As we grow up, we become more and more like our parents?” He questions, and I know exactly what he’s getting at. A long pause takes over and it would be silent if it weren’t for the quiet murmurs of the tv.

“I used to be exactly like my parents” I answered finally.

“They dedicated their lives to bettering our city” My heart swelled at the memories of Auloria.

“But that doesn’t mean that they came without faults” I added on, intertwining my empty hand with his.

“I think it’s a balance of nature and nurture” I ran my fingers across the boy’s knuckles now.

“I don’t know what kind of person I would’ve been if I hadn’t left Auloria” I shrugged slightly.

“But because I landed here, and was immediately met with kindness by the people who would become my adoptive parents, William, Eve...” I tilted my head to look up at the boy.

“And you” I could see the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly.

“My personality changed just a bit” I adjusted myself to rest on my forearms now, resting the palm of one of my hands on the boy’s chest.

“You’re like your father in some ways, sure” I started.

“But you also weren’t raised on Viltrum” My head shook slightly, Mark's hand resting on top of mine now.

“You have empathy for these people- your people” I paused.

"In another world, maybe you joined your father and maybe you even enjoyed it" My gaze faltered just a bit.

"But in this one, you knew what the right decision was" I cupped the boy's cheek now and watched him lean into my touch.

“As long as you remember who you are, and that you have people you can rely on, you won’t become your father” I finished, watching tears well up in the boy’s eyes.

Both of us searched the other’s eyes for a moment before Mark moved quickly, pulling me on top of him, holding me like I would disappear at a moment’s notice.

“I love you, y/n” He whispered out through sniffles.

“Thank you” He added on.

“I love you too Mark” I pulled back to look him in the eyes.

“Always remember that” He nodded slightly in response.

[naomihatake]

LaDs' Rafayel rambling — "Oceanic Nightfall" tender moments

!!!!!slight poilers ahead. I also made a comparison with Caleb after his return (*cough*, coming back from the dead - it's written in a small font if you wanna avoid reading it)

This man is so special to me, to be honest. Last night I watched one of his limited Tender Moments card, Oceanic Nightfall — and when I tell you that I was absolutely flabbergasted with how angsty it was. I saw the card's image and thought "oh, this is gonna be spicy". I was so mistaken, oh Gods 🥲

That card is anything but spicy; sure, there's a lot of tension between them in the second half of the card, my heart was doing gymnastics when she entered on him being ass naked in the bathtub with a paintbrush in his hand. I hadn't expected him to be so shameless, considering I don't think at that point they were exactly lovers (or probably just at the delicate line between friends and lovers). Not that surprising, because it's Rafayel, after all; he does act strange a lot of the time if we take into account the usual standards.

I adore the fact that MC didn't walk away and the fact that she didn't give in easily. She told him square in the face that his manipulation tactics don't go unnoticed by her and I absolutely adore that, lol. Yes, gurl, say it out loud for everyone to hear.

Also, she calls him annoying and he seems to be pleased by that. Rafayel is so pleased with the fact that she does view him differently than others.

I have to admit that his tantrum with the glass had my jaw drop to the floor because I absolutely despise such behavior — I am hater through and through of that gesture, especially since she hadn't done something deserving of such a reaction.

Let's take another scenario as a comparison: when MC throws a glass at Caleb for what he's done to her, for locking her in his apartment and being an ass with his overprotective, obsessive tendencies. I completely understand her point of view and I think he deserved it, to be frank (as someone that appreciates and loves him as a character overall). I think she should've done worse, if you ask me, but that's another story (I am a hater of controlling behavior, sorry not sorry)

Actually, Rafayel's gesture triggered me. It took me several seconds to process what happened because I couldn't believe it — to the point I'm not even sure if the glass just slipped from his hand or if he really threw it on the floor (I'll do a rerun of that card just to be sure, but I don't think I misinterpreted it).

Despite it all, that made me fall for his character even more. This is a card from the beginning of their relationship, since before they even got a chance to kiss, so I think that makes it even more interesting. In later cards and events, it is shown how complex Rafayel is; he is deeply in love with her and stops his manipulative tendencies. The only people he's cruel with have nothing to do with her. Their begining seems very abrupt and he does act like an absolute menace, like a pitiful crybaby sometimes.

Later on, these moments just end up being part of who he is as a person. I know I kind of bullied him in this post until now. Truth be told, he's very mature and he's shown as being a very wise person, regardless of his childish tantrums — and they're not even exactly childish, they're just part of a very troubled personality. He's shown taking care of MC, protecting her, giving her wise advice in a way someone very old would. His soul is, indeed, old, especially since he remembers his past lives. He's watched the world change and crumble before his eyes and he's still there, in Linkon.

Rafayel can be a child in a good way, like the time when they ran in the rain together because he never did that (he's a Lemurian, it doesn't rain underwater); in several tender moments, he encourages MC to be kinder with herself, to find herself in the small things of life, to pursue her little dreams and the bigger ones. His devotion to her is undeniable, and as time passes by, there are less and less tantrums from him. It's almost as if he's found his own emotional security and stability once she appeared in his life.

Even in this card, Oceanic Nightfall, Rafayel tells her that he's changed since she appeared in his life. She questions his strange behavior and it seems like he's a bit self destructive — that makes him such a relatable and real character.

Rafayel is full of flaws and insecurities and they make him so much more beautiful; he's perfect because of his own imperfections and I love him that way. He shows that he tries to change for the better, even if it's shown as a slow process. Also, he does that for her alone. He doesn't care about other people and I think that's very interesting. I like him a little cruel, a little heartless; he has all the rights to be, considering his life (or lives) as a Lemurian.

Also, if anyone has some thoughts about this, you can share them <3 I'd be happy to hear some more opinions on this (I know that the Rafayel girlies are down bad for him exactly because he's got a twisted personality and I wholeheartedly agree 😫)

[chenlezip]

jaemin, scream ♡

⤷ summary : when y/n receives a mysterious phone call and finds that her friends are being killed, she suspects that a serial killer may be on the prowl, who is also linked to her mother's murder.

warnings : death, swearing, if you've watched scream you'll know :) idk what other warnings to put im so sorry!! not proof read either eek

annas note : sooo.. i wanted to write a lil something about jaemin and scream.. and this is the better idea i had in mind — one thing you guys NEED to know about me is that i am a horror fanatic.. and so pairing this with jaemin was super fun (maybe i’ll make a horror fic series with nct one day..)

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you're in your bedroom, sat at your desk on your computer as you worked on an assignment. you heard glass breaking outside your window and you stood up, walking closer to check it out. maybe it was one of the cats that roamed around your street?

as you peek out your window, you feel a hand grab your shoulder and you scream, pulling back. "hey- it's just me," your boyfriend jaemin says gently.

"jaem, what the- what the hell are you doing here?" you scold him as he makes his way inside of your room from the window, "you sleep in that?" he gestures to your night dress.

you sigh, "yes i sleep in this. what are you doing here though? my dads in the other room, you can't be here!" as soon as those words left your lips, your dad opened the door but it was jammed with your wardrobe door being open.

you walk over, talking to him as jaemin hid down the side of your bed. as your dad left, he got up, holding one of your plushes as you asked again why he was here.

"well, it occured to me that.. i've never snuck through your bedroom window. i was home.. watching television.. the uh.. the exorcist was on." he continues, "it got me thinking of you."

you're a little confused, "it did?" you ask. "all the good stuff was cut out, it was edited for tv and it got me thinking of us.. how two years ago we started off hot and heavy and now things have changed.." you shake your head at his words, knowing what he's getting at.

"oh, so you thought you could climb through my window and we'd have a little raw footage?" you ask and he laughs, "no.. no, i wouldn't dare think of breaking your underwear rule."

it was the next day at school, you were sat on the edge of the fountain with your boyfriend, jeno, yeri and haechan. they were rambling on about the recent murder of someone you all knew - winter.

"hey, jen, didn't you used to date winter?" you ask as jeno looked away from his girlfriend to you, smirking, "yeah for like.. two seconds." haechan butts in, "before she left you for anton~" he teased. yeri moved away from jeno to look at him, "i thought you dumped her for me?"

"i did. he's full of shit," he glared over at haechan again. "and are the police aware you dated the victim?" haechan pushed up his glasses, pretending to act nerdy. "hey- what are you saying? that i killed her?" jeno and yeri both have an argument with him, and you groan to yourself, not again.

you end up leaving them, kissing jaemin goodbye as you left for the bus home. after doing chores, watching the news but immediately turning it off after they showed your mother who got killed, you just decided to take a nap to take your mind off of things.

you soon awoke to your phone ringing, the loud dial tone ringing through your ears. you whined, "who the hell is calling me?" you ask yourself out loud as you lean over from where you were on the couch, grabbing the phone and putting it to your ear. "hello?" you ask with a sigh as you hear your friend, yeri coming through the other line, "practice ran late. i'm on my way, okay?"

you check the time, "it's past seven.." "don't worry~ winter and her boyfriend didn't cut it until after 10, you're fine." yeri says as she continued, "i'm gonna swing by the video store for us, okay?"

"whatever. just hurry, okay?" "see ya, n/n~" yeri hung up the phone. you smile and let out another soft sigh, placing the phone back on the stand but after a couple seconds, it starts ringing again. "yeri, just get in the car-"

it's not yeri. a creepy voice rings through your ears as he says your name in a greeting. you run a hand through your hair, "uh.. hi, who is this?" you ask softly as you sit up on the couch. "you tell me," he says as you scrunch your brows in confusion, "i-i have no idea.."

"scary night, isn't it? with the murders and all it's like something out of a horror movie." you chuckle, "haechan! you gave yourself away.. are you calling from work? because yeri's on her way over." you get up from the couch.

"do you like scary movies, y/n?"

"i like that thing you're doing with your voice, hae, it's sexy," you giggle to yourself as you turn on your lamp. "what's your favourite scary movie?" 'haechan' asked you. you rub your chin, "oh come on, you know i don't like that shit."

"why not? too scared?" the voice asked as you sigh, "no. it's just.. what's the point? they're all the same. some stupid killer stalking some big-chested girl who can't act, who's always running up the stairs when she should be going out the front door. it's insulting." you explain, ranting about the movies that you've seen.

you shouldn't of said that because a tall figure wearing a cloak and a ghost face mask appears and attacks you. you try running out the front door but you're fumbling with the locks so you just run upstairs, screaming. you make it into your room and close the door, locking it and backing away from it. your heart is pumping, your thoughts are clouded and you feel petrified. what the hell just happened?

you hear someone once again at your window and it's your boyfriend, jaemin. "jaemin!" you shout for him as you run toward him, helping him in. "the doors locked. i heard screaming - is everything alright?" jaemin looks at you with a worried and concerned expression. "the killers here.. he's in the house!" you bring him closer to you as you ease into the comfort he gives you, you needed this.

"he's in the house. he's got a knife, he's gonna kill us.." you mumble as you try and cling onto his sweatshirt. "he's gone." he whispers to you, holding you tightly against him. you sob into his shoulder before feeling and hearing a phone drop beside him on the floor. you look down and gasp, pulling away from him.

"what?" jaemin asked as you glared at him, removing his arms from your waist, "n/n, what?"

you shake your head and whimper, creating enough space between the two of you before you unlock your room door and run out of it. "wait! wait wait wait wait! what's going on?" you hear jaemin chasing behind you as you continue to try and escape him. "y/n, come back!" he shouts from the stop of the staircase.

you open your front door and scream, seeing the ghost face mask being held up. jisung, who was at the door holding it up, screams too. "sorry! i found this, come on!" he shouts at the other officers, ushering them inside.

jisung finds jaemin and detains him, shoving him roughly against the hood of his car. "alright come on, keep your hands together."

after a rough couple of days and staying close with yeri ignoring your boyfriend, she takes you to a party that jeno is hosting. you thought about not going but you really needed something to take your mind off of everything that happened so you end up going. you enter the kitchen as yeri places bags down on the kitchen counter, smiling at her boyfriend.

you both end up laying on the couch in the living room, jeno following as he brings yeri to his chest and smiles. you look through the movies that haechan has, "how come jamie lee curtis is in all of these movies?" you ask. haechan smiled, leaning near you, pressing his hands together in a prayer, "she's the scream queen."

"with that set of lungs, she should be.." jeno butts in, someone adding a "yeah.." to agree with him. yeri rolled her eyes, looking at you, "tits, you see?"

after spending a couple hours at the party, the curfew ends and everyone starts leaving. "yeri, come on!" you shout upstairs. you haven't seen her since she left to get drinks for jeno. you're a little worried. you turn to jeno who is seeing the party goers out the front door, smiling.

"do you know where she is?" you ask as jeno shakes his head, "i haven't seen her." and then you hear 'agh!'. you gasp, turning around to the front door and seeing jaemin smiling sheepishly. "oh.. jaemin, hey," you give him a small greeting as he looks at you. jeno seems to act suspicious, rubbing his chin, "jaem, hmm.. i wonder what you're doing here."

"was hoping i could talk to n/n, alone."

and he.. did have the chance to and a little more than that, you both got dressed after having an intimate moment in the bedroom upstairs. "you still don't think it was me, do ya?" jaemin asked you as he glared at you from behind, sitting on the floor tying his laces. you chuckle, turning around and sitting to face him, "no. no. i was just thinking, if it were you, it'd be a very clever way to throw me off track."

as you were talking about things, jaemin leans into you and before you know it, ghostface was behind him. "oh my god- jaemin, watch out!" you scream as he gets 'stabbed' multiple times, "oh.. my god.. jaemin.." you whimper.

after an extreme chase with ghostface and escaping the house, you find yourself back there because you saw a cop car outside. you're searching jisung's knocked out body and find a gun, haechan shouts for you, "i found yeri! i think she's dead i think jeno did it-" he panics as you aim it toward him, "stop right there!" jeno runs and stops beside haechan, "don't listen to him y/n!"

you decide to run inside the house and you see jaemin, he fell down the stairs and groaned, "y/n.." you help him up and lead him to the front door, "we need help.." he shakes his head as he opens the front door and haechan pushes his way inside. "look- i think jenos gone mad!"

"we all go a little mad sometimes," jaemin smirked as he turned toward haechan, a sinister look on his face. "fuck!" haechan whispers loudly to himself before getting shout in the shoulder, shouting out in pain and falling to the floor. "hae!" you shout.

jaemin chuckled, "anthony perkins, psycho.." you run over to haechan, kneeling over him as you stare at your so called boyfriend. "no.." you whisper as you try and run but you bump into jenos chest, staring up at him as you beg for him to help you. he holds a voice changer to his mouth, smirking, "surprise y/n."

tags : @injvns @polarisjisung @mejaemin @ayukas @hyckvr @yizhrt @blondemrk @astrasng

[exhaustedpirate]

warm, clingy bodies

day 10 of @bucktommyfluffebruary (better late than never, right?) thought about making this smutty, ended up going the real fluffy route, as everything with bucktommy, i don't plan anythin, i just let them take over my life, my brain, my heart!

rated T | 1064 words also on AO3

Evan was clingy.

There was something about physical affection that seemed to appeal to the younger man. Tommy often found himself holding Evan’s hand at any given time, or with arms wrapped around his waist, or with the younger firefighter perched on his lap. He had fallen asleep many times with Evan’s fingers running through his hair.

Well, Evan was very clingy.

There wasn’t a moment where his boyfriend wouldn’t have his hands on him. It was probably unconscious, just a need to touch, to connect, to make sure Tommy was still there. He wasn’t sure. 

Tommy’s last relationship wasn’t like this. It was colder, distant. Evan was the sun, warm, so warm. He was becoming obsessed with his boyfriend’s need to touch, to hold.

The boxes of the pizza they had for dinner are scattered along the coffee table, their empty beers carefully placed next to them. A movie about a man and a woman falling in love under strange circumstances is on TV. 

He doesn’t really know the title anymore, hasn’t retained any information regarding plot, character names or even if it’s set in America. He’s distracted by other things.

Evan’s leg is draped over Tommy’s and his arms are wrapped around his torso. His head is a weight on his shoulder and his breathing warms up his t-shirt covered chest. Tommy’s hand runs slowly up and down Evan’s back while the other strokes his forearm. There’s a blanket over their legs and it’s all so warm, so intimate.

He didn’t think he would ever get this.

He never wants to let it go.

Evan’s breathing is starting to slow and Tommy smiles. The music is swelling on the TV and he’s sure the main couple is going to kiss - formulaic but not a criticism.

“Evan?”

He feels the answering hum vibrating along his side and tightens his hold on the younger man.

“Do you want to go to sleep?”

There is a minute shake of his head and Evan’s hand clings to his t-shirt, in the middle of his chest, while he hooks his fingers in his beltloop with the other. “I’m good,” He answers and hums appreciatively at the kiss Tommy lays on the top of his head. “I wanna see those crazy kids have their happily ever after.”

Tommy laughs and feels Evan snuggle closer to him, nose rubbing against his collarbone. “You’re gonna be snoring by the time those end credits roll, babe.”

“I don’t snore,” Evan complains half-heartedly. He does, Tommy has watched him sleep enough times to know that he loves Evan’s little snores. It’s not creepy, it’s romantic. He hopes. “And I’m not gonna fall asleep.”

“You wanna bet?”

It’s not fair, essentially a scam. He already knows Evan is falling asleep, knows all the signs of a sleepy Evan - his body warmth changes, his eyes flutter, his breathing settles and he clings. 

All’s fair and all of that, he guesses.

“If I don’t fall asleep, you have to carry me to bed.” Evan clears his throat to make his voice clearer, no mumbling or drawn-out syllables. Tommy smirks at the attempt, sign number 5.

“And if you do?”

“You can be the little spoon tonight.”

Tommy laughs, how can he not? It’s not as if he won’t carry Evan to bed regardless. It’s not as if Evan doesn’t manhandle him during the night so he can wrap himself around Tommy’s back.

He can almost see the smirk in his boyfriend’s lips and he runs his hand up and down Evan’s thigh, relishing in the trembling of his muscles. “You have yourself a deal.”

Evan lifts his head to look up at Tommy and he gets his confirmation on the smirk. “Seal it with a kiss?”

As if he ever needs to ask. Tommy runs his hand up from his back to cup his jaw, Evan cushioning his head on his bicep, and tilts his boyfriend’s head up for a kiss. He swallows Evan’s sigh with his lips and lets his responding moan reverberate into the kiss. The kiss is slow, warm, all-consuming, unrushed, intoxicating, perfect.

Evan’s hand runs slowly up and down his chest, making its way under the shirt. Tommy shivers at the soft touch of his hand reaching up to his pecs, his hand tightening on Evan’s thigh. He presses small chaste kisses on Evan’s soft kisses as he disengages, relishing the contented noises his boyfriend makes, in the way he slowly blinks his eyes open.

There are declarations of love, of forever, coming from the TV. All Tommy sees is the slow smile spreading across his boyfriend’s lips, the bright hue of his eyes, the faint blush on his cheeks, the way his hands cling to him. 

Tommy hopes Evan never lets go.

“Should I take you to bed?” Tommy’s voice is low, hoarse.

“Mhmm,” Evan nods, his eyes glinting with a promise before he straddles him, wrapping his arms around Tommy’s neck. “I won.”

Tommy blinks away the haze of arousal the kiss started and that the weight of his boyfriend on his lap heightened. Chancing a glance at the TV, he sees the credits rolling, names of actors and characters - ugh, who wants a love interest called Walsh? - that neither of them paid attention to.

“Guess I have to carry you then,” Tommy huffs in faux reluctance, his hands running up Evan’s thighs to grab hold of his ass. He bites his lips at the way his boyfriend shuffles in his lap at the touch. “Does that mean that I get to be the big spoon tonight?”

Evan hums, pressing a slow kiss to Tommy’s lips, fingers running up the back of Tommy’s neck. He is putty in his boyfriend’s hands. “Take me to bed and we’ll see.”

After a smacking kiss, Tommy grunts as he gets up from the couch, Evan wrapping tightly around his body with a delighted laugh. With a sigh, his boyfriend hides his face in the space between Tommy’s neck and shoulder completing his clinging hold.

Evan is very clingy, the clingiest boyfriend he ever had. The clingiest boyfriend he ever wants to have. They take up the least amount of space in Tommy’s massive bed, bodies tangled so close together, not even a dust particle could get between them. 

Evan is very clingy. Tommy hopes that means he’ll want to keep him forever.