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#this started as “How does Lowdens disguise work if hes always wearing it”#and ended with “the funniest answer is probably the right one”#toontown#toontown rewritten#ttr#tto#toontown online#toontag#toonblr#art#lord lowden clear#traditional art#my art
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I woke up thinking about this and managed to type it out mostly in full for once.
I want an au where MBJ interrupts the demon invasion. MBJ is at the point where he has decided that he WILL be marrying his little freak human.
So, MBJ is just chilling on An Ding. SQH is afk, so MBJ is using the leisure house to get some alone time in a safer spot. Enjoying the usual background cacophony of Get Shit Done Peak when abruptly, ALL of the sects demon alarms start going off at once, and the noise outside turns from normal panic to PAN!C panic.
SQH's leisure house isn't being busted into, and the racket outside is not from the place being intentionally surrounded. So MBJ goes shadow snooping, figures out the jist of the situation; the broken bridges, the impending brawl on Qiong Ding.
MBJ almost decides to just fuck it and go back to bed, since An Ding itself seems fine. But then MBJ starts thinking about this is still going to end up heavily involving SQH, whatever tomfoolery SHL is pulling is definitely going to equal months of work and complaining for SQH. As SQH's future husband, MBJ does kind of have an obligation to help protect his holdings. An Ding is not a solo entity, it is very much a package deal with all of Cang Qiong Mountain. Which kind of means Qiong Ding's structural integrity is also something MBJ should probably keep an eye on.
So MBJ, future king of the Northern Desert, heaves a sigh, and with the air of someone who had to go to the far away grocery store for just one thing- heads over to QD.
I think the funniest time for MBJ to show up would be right as SQQ is getting ready to fight.
He just poofs in, that barrier ain't got shit, probably like, right next to SHL.
No one notices for a hot second because every single demon alarm is already going off, and attention is pretty firmly on the peak lord and the demon squaring off. So MBJ gives the whole crowd a delayed jumpscare, SHL in particular. Then MBJ grabs SHL by the ear and freezes the feet of evey other demon to the ground.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?" shrieks SHL.
'WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?' thinks SQQ coming thiiiiiiiis close to also shrieking.
"I'm stopping this." MBJ tells SHL unhelpfully.
"WHY??" SHL asks on behalf of the crowd.
"My fiance lives here. I will not allow you trouble this place further." MBJ says, clearing nothing up.
And then he portals away, taking SHL with him to a location where they can punch it out without leveling more property relevant to SQH. Leaving the of the clean-up of the trapped and bamboozled demons to the bamboozled cultivators.
SQQ is confused and screaming inside. He 100% thinks that MBJ is a transmigrator and probably assumes that this "finance" is one of the Wives sourced from Cang Qiong.
SQH, starts getting a flood of OOC notifications from the system, and when he finally gets some answers about the situation he only has more reasons to scream inside.
The System(s) are not sure what happened but they are dinging points from both transmigrators.
#svsss#scum villian self saving system#moshang#mobei jun#sqq could still even get without a cure during the clean-up#just have mr. poison armor break out of the ice enough to take a swing at bingbing and sqq can throw himself into his usual self-sacrificin#well this was fun! i like it when mbj just does things that make sense only with context he is not sharing
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The Shy Nerdy Best Friend is Actually Pretty Cool... and Hot
Minnie x Male Reader
one-shot

tags: friends to lovers, fluff, Confession, babying, drunk reader, penetration, blowjob, cumshot...
You don't remember much from that night. One of the few alcohol-induced blackouts you've had in your life, with fragmented memories blurred like a distant dream, some real, others not. Vague, like the first memory of your childhood, but not as special. Based on what Minnie said, you were brought to her house by some of your "friends" after drinking all you could at a stupid party you didn't even want to go to. The idea was for Minnie to take care of you, 'cause, in the condition you were in, staying alone at home was risky and, well, none of your "friends" - and these were their words - would act like your "mother"...
except for her...
The doorbell rang around 09:30 PM.
She answered the door with curious astonishment, probably having been asleep when this hurricane of voices hit her door.
"He's all yours!" said one of your friends, pushing you towards Minnie.
"HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" she asked alarmed. "... What happened to him...?"
"He's drunker than the devil. We brought him here for you to keep an eye on him," said the other friend, the one who drove to Minnie's house.
"Me?!"
"Of course. We're not his mom to take care of the guy." They looked at each other and laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world. "You've done this before, right?"
"No. Last time he was sick. I don't know how to take care of a drunk person!" she tried to explain while using all her strength to keep you upright.
The problem was that you weighed almost twice as much as she did.
"Great. It's practically the same thing!"
"We're going back to the party! Tell him to call us tomorrow. See you later, babe!" he said, ironically, of course.
"Hey... are you okay?" Minnie asked you.
"Your hair is all messy," you said, messing up her hair even more.
"I was napping on the couch. And you're a complete mess. But let's get inside, you weigh more than a bull!"
You put your arm around Minnie and dragged yourself into the house with her. She helped you sit on the couch; your head was spinning and everything seemed terribly distant. When you looked at Minnie, she seemed to be staring at you, but you weren't sure. In your state, even her action figures seemed to be watching you.
"I think I'm bothering you. I am, aren't I?" you asked. "I can go home. I can walk just fine."
You made a motion to get up.
"Sit down, idiot!" she said, pushing you back onto the couch. "It's okay. I'm just worried about you. Did you take any drugs?"
"Hmm, I don't think so," you replied, terribly sincere.
She brought you a glass of water. While you were drinking, she asked:
"I tried to talk to you several times today. I called and texted you. I thought we were going to marathon that stupid Hobbit trilogy.”
"Looks like I had better plans," you replied sarcastically.
"Uh-huh, it seems so..."
"Can I lay my head on your lap? I want you."
You didn't notice, but she blushed.
"Alright, I guess."
You laid your head on her lap and closed your eyes. Minnie started to gently stroke your hair.
"You should stop going to those parties. There's nothing good about them. And your friends always abandon you at the end of them."
"I wished you were there with me," you confessed.
"You know I don't like parties. And if I went, your friends would probably just laugh at me if I were there."
"That's true. It's really true. Damn, it's a damn truth... I think I drank to try to forget about you a little." You revealed suddenly. "I was feeling bad for breaking my promise to you."
"Why didn't you want to come?"
"I've been a little irritated with you lately."
"Why? What did I do?! I'm sorry! ... But what did I do?"
You laughed like an idiot.
"Your way, your tastes, your clothes, your voice, your smell irritate me... man, the list is long."
She immediately stopped stroking your hair.
"Oh... got it."
"All of that irritates me because I... because I love all those things about you and I can't admit it. It irritates me that you're perfect... in a good way. Sorry. "You hugged her around the waist, hiding your face in Minnie's belly, who stood paralyzed.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"You're so good to me while I treat you terribly. I wish I were a better guy." You commented, sounding like an embarrassed confession.
"No, no! You treat me so well! You're so sweet to me."
"No... it's just... when I'm with my friends, they make jokes about you and say I hang out with you just to get easy sex or whatever... The problem is I never raise my voice to defend you, I just sulk or change the subject like a damn coward. No one should talk about you like that... Damn, I think I'm going to vomit!"
"Ew! Don't vomit on me!”
You stumbled to your feet and Minnie guided you to the bathroom. You managed to make it to the toilet in time, avoiding vomiting all over her bathroom.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
You waited for the sound of the toilet flushing to pass, then replied, "You could have held my hair while I was puking. Where are your manners?"
She chuckled and sat against the bathroom wall.
"You're such an idiot, you know."
"Do you still want to watch The Hobbit trilogy?"
"It's already too late, and besides, in your state, you wouldn't be able to focus on staring at a wall for 1 minute."
"I guess you're right."
"Hey, seriously, you should stop hanging out with those guys. They're not your real friends."
"I just hang out with them, you know, so I'm not alone."
"You have me."
You silently observed Minnie for too long, making her start to feel uncomfortable. You tried to think of something good to say to her, something that would make her feel better, because, well, after revealing that those guys were mocking her behind her back, it was the least you could do.
"Is that Tweety?" you asked, pointing to her blouse.
"Yep! Do you like it?"
"It looks like you. The glasses and all. It's pretty cute. Do you think I could get a Tweety shirt?"
"Finding a male Tweety shirt for you will be tough."
"No problem. I'll definitely look better in that baby tee than you, no offense. By the way, is Tweety male or female?"
"Tweety is male!"
"Ah, I never noticed."
"Hey, I was serious when I said you have me. You like me, right? We're friends?"
"Minnie you are my best friend, please."
"Then it doesn't make sense you to hang out with people who are constantly mocking me. Now that you've said that, I won't accept you continuing to be friends with them and me at the same time!" she protested.
"Hmm... Okay. That's fair. I'll kill all of them for you."
"I'm serious. You're going to have to choose between me or them."
"I choose you. You, Minnie."
You clumsily crawled over and hugged her, squeezing her small body against yours, which was one of your favorite feelings.
"Okay, okay. I get it! But I don't think this is the most hygienic place for us to hug." Minnie helped you to your feet. "Go take a shower and see if you can get rid of that vomit breath.”
“If I do everything right, do I get a kiss?”
“No way! You’re drunk. In the morning, I want you saying all this to me again. If it’s really true, then tomorrow will be a very special day for me…”
“I love you, Minnie,” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “I want to be your man so badly. It even makes me feel like crying when I think about it.”
She playfully tapped your chest and pushed you away, giggling nervously.
“I love you too. I really do,” she said with a shy smile. “I’ll get some clothes you left here for you to wear. Please don’t slip in the bathroom because I won’t have the strength to lift you.”
"I'm not an idiot to slip in the bathroom."
"But you can act like one sometimes." she said, before closing the door.
"Do you want to play Mortal Kombat?" you asked Minnie as she dried her hair with the hairdryer in her room.
"WHAT?!"
"I asked if you want to play Mortal Kombat!" You said, now louder. "This darn hairdryer sounds like a jet engine!"
She turned it off.
“If I beat you while sober, imagine drunk as you are now. No, you need to eat. Soup will be good for you."
"Cup Noodles, that's it!"
"No! Real soup. Light and with vegetables. I actually ordered some."
"Ah," you grumbled disheartened. "I've lost my appetite."
"But you're going to eat!"
"Fine, fine! If you insist... Hey, is that a Smurf on the table?"
"My goodness, you look so lost when you're drunk. Like your brain has shrunk," Minnie said casually, trying to hide a laugh. "That's a Squirtle. And you're the one who gave it to me as a gift."
"This is actually quite offensive on your part. I'm sharper than most drunks."
"Aw, don't be offended." She pinched your cheeks like a baby. Minnie was definitely taking advantage of the fact that you were drunk.
And in a way, you thought she was entitled to it.
Once again in her lap, you ended up discovering that night that this was your favorite place. Warm and protected from any harm. And even intoxicated, sparks of lucidity allowed you to see through the smoke that hovered over your mind. No, better than that, it allowed you to feel the security that Minnie had when she was by your side, singing "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles to you. And singing was something she didn't do around anyone; insecurity and shyness prevented her from doing so. In this way, she hid one of her greatest talents because she sang in an angelic manner, extremely comfortable with her own voice, sounding good without any instrument to accompany her. The fact was that if it weren't for the headache, you would have been sure you were in a sublime dream.
"That was the best lullaby I've ever heard," you murmured.
"I thought you were already asleep."
"Sing more."
"No, that's enough. You need to sleep."
"I want to hear you sing every night," you said, and Minnie laughed because you wore a silly, goofy smile. Apparently, your facial expressions weren't entirely under control.
"I hope I can sing to you every night. Just for you." Minnie slid her finger slowly across your nose, watching you with an enigmatic expression. She took advantage of the fact that your eyes were closed. "Can I ask you something?"
"Uh-huh... sure," you mumbled.
"Have you always been ashamed of me? Regardless of your answer, it won't matter because you're drunk."
You immediately stood up from her lap, feeling dizzy and alarmed, but rational enough to say:
"I want you to meet my parents, Minnie. Um, I was planning to tell you tomorrow, after you agreed to be my girlfriend. So consider this a little spoiler. I want to hold your hand and have the right to call you 'mine.'"
"Do you swear?" she asked, her lips trembling.
"Yes. All this time, the girl of my dreams has been right by my side, and I ignored it. My face is red with embarrassment now. From tomorrow onward, I'll make it up to you, and if you give me a chance, I'll make you feel special every day. Just as you deserve."
"Besides bad jokes and terrible taste in movies, you're also quite good at romance. God, I wish I could kiss you right now..."
"Okay, so I'll do it in your place. Excuse me, I'm going to kiss your forehead," you said, leaning closer to her.
Amid giggles, she asked: "What are you doing?"
"If you'll allow me..." You lifted Minnie's bangs as if checking her temperature and then planted a quick kiss on her forehead.
"You're such a goof, my goodness."
"And I'm also crazy about you."
"Let's hope these things still hold true tomorrow," she remarked, and you saw her eyes sparkle for you. "I want to believe..."
"Wait, was that an X-Files refer-?"
"Yep!" In fact, she said it by chance. "You're definitely sharper than most drunks."
“I told you, I told you!”, you exclaimed like a child.

The bedroom curtain wasn't fully closed, so a beam of light at 8:30 AM came through the window and hit your eyes, warming your skin until it became unbearable, and you opened your eyes to the whitish view of Minnie's room. Your vision returned to normal as your mind assimilated the facts. How the hell did I get here? And why am I in Minnie's bed? Oh, and It was strange for you to be in her room because when you slept at Minnie's house, you usually slept on the couch. It was hard to recap the events of the previous night, but they came to your mind in the following way:
I went to the party.
I was sad because of confusing feelings.
I drank.
I drank.
I drank.
I drank a lot.
Some of my "buddies" took me to Minnie's house.
She took care of me. Again.
Hmm, yeah, things probably happened this way or a similar version of it.
You looked at the clothes you were wearing. It definitely wasn't that stupid Zelda shirt you wore to the party.
Holy crap. Could it be that Minnie helped me change my clothes?
You felt completely embarrassed and afraid to find out what happened the previous night.
‘Don’t be an idiot and face it like a man.’
Words from your father when the two of you talked earlier that month about your internal conflict over admitting your romantic feelings for a particular girl. He didn't care about most of your problems, but this one irritated him. Your ridiculous concern about others' opinions on your life, your girl, who you should date... And staying silent in the face of offensive comments about your friend... He almost threw that beer in your face. If you don’t confess your feelings to this girl, then another man will, and then it will be too late. And I don't want you here ruining my Sunday afternoon because of your stupidity. He didn’t know how to say things without sounding like a retired army colonel, but you thought you deserved to hear those words in that exact tone. The time had come to put your old man's advice into practice. You quietly left the room and went to the bathroom to wash your face. From the noise, Minnie was in the kitchen cooking something. It wasn’t in your plans to confess your feelings to her with a horrendous hangover face, but damn it, you hoped she loved you for what you had inside: guts and true feelings for her.
When you got to the breakfast table in the kitchen, there was a plate of scrambled eggs, a cup of coffee, and warm toast waiting for you. Minnie was wearing an adorable overall and a gentle smile was on her face. You loved this morning view and wished it could be like this every morning.
"Good morning. How did you sleep?" she asked, sitting at the table.
"I slept well," you said timidly.
"Come on, eat your breakfast." She insisted, and you joined her at the table.
"And you? Did you sleep well? You know I could have slept on the couch."
"Nah, you needed a real rest. Besides, the couch isn't that bad."
"Sorry for ruining your night."
"I saved you yesterday, you'll save me tomorrow," she said cheerfully. "Are you feeling okay?"
"My head hurts a bit, but just being conscious is a relief... By the way, you didn't change my clothes, did you?"
She put her hand to her mouth in a mock expression of shock.
"Oh my God! How do you remember this?"
"Oh, man! Fuck!"
"Just kidding! You changed yourself like a big boy!" she revealed, laughing at your reaction.
"Thank God!"
After breakfast, you helped her wash the dishes and clear the table. There was a moment of rest when you both went to the living room, the glorious morning light shining renewed, somehow lifting your spirits and giving you a bit of courage.
"Listen, Minnie, I'm not sure what I said or did yesterday. I have a feeling I might have dropped a bomb on you because I noticed you seemed a bit off during breakfast."
"I'm just a little anxious."
"I need to tell you that I've been in love with you for a while. And I've been feeling bad for not treating you the way you truly deserve. You might say it's no big deal, but to me, it is. It's something that causes me anguish, and now I want to change that if you'll give me a chance." You held Minnie’s hands, her eyes reflecting the hope in her heart, your actions feeling right and natural, without shame or hesitation in saying: "I love you, Minnie."
"I love you too. I think I've loved you since that day we shared an umbrella while walking back from the movies. You and I walking together in silence, our shoulders occasionally touching, and the rain falling around us... Oh, and you looked so handsome that day.”
"Minnie... Can I kiss you?"
You and Minnie started kissing on the couch, desire and emotion burning uncontrollably between you. Your lips met with a mix of nervousness and passion, the first kiss an electric shock that coursed through your body. She was the girl of your life, there was no doubt anymore. The reciprocity was a wet and intense response, a kiss with your tongues intertwining as you both had secretly longed for. Her hands began to explore your body, sliding over your muscles with a provocative softness. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered against your lips, her voice laden with desire. The room seemed to heat up with the energy emanating from you, also radiant with the morning sun, the birds singing outside, and the tension between you dissolving as you surrendered to the moment. Your bodies moved closer and closer, the excitement growing with each touch and sigh.
As the kisses heated up, the intensity increased, and you lost your balance, falling off the couch in a tangle of bodies. "Oh, wait, my glasses!" Minnie exclaimed, and you gently took off her glasses and placed them on the couch. "You still look handsome, even slightly blurry," she said.
On the floor, your hands were eager, sliding over Minnie's body as you pulled down one of her overall straps, revealing the warm, soft skin beneath. With a quick movement, you removed the other strap, leaving her in just her striped top and bra. Minnie let out a low moan as she felt your firm hands lift her top, slowly exposing her small breasts covered by the bra. You pulled the bra straps down, freeing her breasts, and immediately began to play with them, sucking and squeezing them with a mix of softness and firmness. "Oh, yes, keep going," she murmured, her eyes closed and head thrown back, deliberately feeling the heat of your mouth against her skin. Her sighs filled the room, each touch and moan intensifying the excitement. Her skin was soft and fragrant, and the sensation of her nipples hardening under your tongue was very, very good.
After dedicating yourself to Minnie's breasts, you slid your lips down her abdomen, pulling her overall down a bit more. Your tongue traced a slow, teasing path, exploring the sensitive skin of her belly. "You're so hot, Minnie," you murmured between kisses, your voice full of desire for her. Minnie moaned softly, her hips moving involuntarily as you continued to adore her. "Lick me more, please," she whispered, her face flushed with excitement. Your lips and tongue explored every inch of her belly, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. The combination of gentle kisses and sensual licks made Minnie gasp with pleasure, her body arching with each new stimulus. "Mmmm, I love it when you do that," she moaned, her voice sweeter than ever.
You took off your stupid Zelda shirt (hoping Minnie hadn't focused too much on it). When it came time to take off your underwear, Minnie took charge, deftly pulling it off and tossing it aside without hesitation. She looked at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes before wrapping her lips around your cock. "I always knew you had a big cock; I could see how it bulged in some of the pants you wore," she revealed. Somehow, Minnie's sudden confidence made her even sexier, and your arousal ridiculously uncontrollable. The warm, wet sensation of her mouth around you was overwhelming, each movement of her tongue making your whole body tremble with pleasure. The sounds of sucking and Minnie's muffled moans filled the living room, a rhythm so pleasurable to hear. Watching her alternate between gentle and intense movements, driven by such devotion, was... beautiful, an erotic work of art for your eyes. Her lovely lips wrapped around your cock with such need, her hands caressing your thighs with so much care and love, Minnie's eyes never leaving yours. Her hair was loose, the perfect invitation to grab it and thrust your cock against Minnie's throat, helping to make it even wetter.
Minnie begged you to fuck her, feeling increasingly aroused. You sat on the floor, leaning your back against the couch as she finished taking off her clothes.
"Is this your first time?" you asked.
"No. I actually used to see a guy back in college; we had sex a few times, but he was terrible... You're suprised?"
“Oh, no. Maybe a little. Bu- Hmm, well, do you happen to have a condom?"
"I'm the last person who would have condoms at home," she said with a silly laugh. “But I think from now on this will change.”
The moment you were sharing became more intense and intimate, and Minnie, feeling increasingly aroused, noticed how wet her pussy was. She decided to heighten the sensation, rubbing your cock between her pussy lips, moaning softly with each movement. "My god, I'm so wet for you," she whispered, her voice full of lust. Minnie began to slap your cock against her pussy, each hit making her moan louder. "Look how my little pussy is dripping, babe..." she teased, her eyes fixed on yours, full of desire. You couldn't resist; you grabbed your cock and started slapping it against Minnie's pussy. "Oh, yes... hit it hard..." "Fuck, this feels so good, Minnie." The contact between you increased the sexual tension, Minnie's moans becoming louder and more frequent. "My pussy is begging for you, babe," she said between sighs and moans. The friction between your bodies made the desire grow almost unbearably, leaving her even more excited and ready for the next step: Minnie finally slid your cock inside her, letting out a deep moan of pleasure. "Oh, yes, this is so good," she exclaimed, starting to ride you with rhythmic movements. The sensation of being inside her was indescribable, each pulse of excitement increasing your pleasure. Minnie moved with an intensity that made your whole body vibrate, her moans blending with yours. "You make me feel so good," she murmured, Minnie's hands resting on your chest as she rode faster and faster. Her petite body over yours, consumed by genuine passion for you and your cock.
The atmosphere between you reached its peak as Minnie continued riding you with fervor, her movements becoming more frantic as the climax approached. "I'm gonna cum... oh, I'm gonna cum so hard," she screamed, her eyes closed and her face contorted with pleasure. You could feel the heat and wetness around your cock as she rode faster and faster, her body trembling with excitement. "Yeah, come on, come for me, baby!" you said, panting, and with a final scream of pleasure, Minnie finally came, her body shaking violently as she fell apart on top of you. Sweat dripped from your bodies, your heavy breathing a testament to the intensity of the moment. She relaxed on you, completely spent, her eyes meeting yours with a satisfied and exhausted look, the glow of pleasure still reflecting in her pupils. The connection between you proved to be real; if the declarations, looks, and gestures weren't conclusive enough before, now every sigh and touch reaffirmed the intensity of the shared experience that only two people in love can feel.
But
Despite Minnie's intense orgasm, you still hadn't cum. Realizing this, Minnie smiled mischievously and murmured, "I'm going to make you cum now." She lifted herself for a moment, only to sit back down on your cock, her body still trembling with residual pleasure. Minnie began to grind intensely, her movements desperate and full of fervor. Your moans interspersed with your panting breath, your eyes closed, completely sedated by the sensation and the imminent explosion, still focused on not coming inside her. A lethal adrenaline rush. "Cum for me... please, cum for me," she begged, her voice broken by desire and urgency. "Oh, fuck, oh god! I don't know how much longer I can hold on, babe..." Minnie said, her words and the movements of her hips creating an irresistible mix of pleasure and pressure.
Then, the intensity of Minnie's movements, combined with her words, pushed you to the edge. Feeling the climax approaching, you announced, "I'm gonna cum, Minnie,"
Fuck…Her eyes shining with excitement… She got off you and begged: "Cum on my face... I want all your cum on my face." You quickly got up, your body trembling with anticipation. Minnie knelt in front of you, looking up at you with a gaze full of expectation and desire. With a final grunt, you stroked your cock rapidly and ejaculated onto her, the hot, pulsing jets covering her face. Minnie closed her eyes, moaning as she felt every drop, a smile of pure satisfaction forming on her lips, blending her shyness, naughtiness, and cuteness.
The room was filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the atmosphere still vibrating with the energy of the intense connection you shared. Minnie, still on her knees, wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth, her expression one of deep and exhausted satisfaction.
With a loving gesture, you placed Minnie's glasses back on her face, your fingers sliding gently across her skin. "You don't know how beautiful you are now,” you whispered.
Your eyes met, sparks of desire still dancing between them. With a soft smile, you pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Your lips met in a final act of surrender to the intense passion that had consumed you both, the salty taste of your cum mixing sweetly and intimately between you...
And a couple of little yellow birds on the windowsill were silent witnesses to the newly blossomed passion.
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lasting impressions
( a night to remember, pt3)
sirius black x afab!reader ⊹ 6.5k
cw ⟢ biker!sirius RARARAR, nervous!reader, alcohol, swearing, suggestive, strangers to ????, tension, teasing
it seemed by the time the morning after the party rolled around, you'd forgotten most of what you'd done, not to worry, sirius was your walking reminder.
a/n i litch skipped class to write this today LOL, i hope yall like it, man bun sirius is just hhhhh not proofread x
The rest of that night was a complete and utter blur. Marlene was meant to take you home but ‘coincidentally’, she ended staying at Dorcas’ to clean up after the party.
That left you with James.
Poor James, had to keep his eyes on you before you ravaged his best mate.
All the swimming you’d done, thankfully tuckered you out for a while—becoming less like Trouble the tasmanian devil and more of a sweet gooey puddle on the sofa.
Proclaiming your love to everyone and everyone.
You had tried to put your clothes back on—but it seemed that no one wanted to let you get dress, and it was getting rather cold.
Sirius had been watching as you padded wobbly, back to the pile by the pool, humming off-beat to the music that still played int the living room—seeping through the crack in the door. Hopping around with one foot partially through your wet bottoms, Sirius decided it was time for him to chime in.
“Busy?” an amused smirk playing on his face.
Huffing in frustration, still trying to force your foot through the wet tangled pant leg, you didn’t answer—you also didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps coming towards you.
Using all your sense at one seemed to be a difficult task at the time.
If you’d had the capacity to think of shaking the clothes out, you probably would have already had them on. Sirius stood over your hunched figure waiting for you to notice him, but you lost your balance—sending yourself right into him.
A soft “oh!”, leaving your lips when you made contact, of course, Sirius was ready to catch you—after having watched you sway back and forths for a while, he figured it would happen sooner or later.
Your chin was still resting chest when you looked up at him, a lazy grin slowly spreading across your face, accompanied with a, “Hello!”
He couldn’t stop himself from matching your smile, entertained by the way you melted against him, letting his hands settle at your waist to steady you, “Fancy seeing you here,” his voice light and teasing.
Nose scrunching slightly, you hummed, “Mmm, you’re so warm,” seemingly deciding then and there to stay pressed against him.
“Mind telling why you’re trying to put your wet clothes back on, sweetheart?”
“S’cold,” words still slurring, and now muffled against his skin. He chuckled, shaking his head, taking the towel that was quite literally right next you clothes—and drapping it over your shoulders.
Sirius began dramatically, rubbing his hands up and down your arms—using all of his might to warm you; “James is going to hex me if I let you catch hypothermia on his watch.”
It only made you break out into loud giggles, wriggling under the towel like your situation was the funniest thing you’d ever seen. Clutching your stomach, laughter ringing through the garden. As he stopped, he leaned in to your ears—whispering in a soft, low tone—”Better?”
It made your ears burn, and stutter several incomplete words, before eventually giving up speaking, feigning non-chalance with a roll of your eyes. And Sirius couldn’t stop the bark of laughter from leaving him—
"Merlin, you’re so cute," Sirius mused, watching as your face scrunched up, trying and failing to pretend his words hadn’t made your heart stutter.
You let out an exaggerated sigh, determined to move on. “I’m putting my trousers back on.”
Tilting his head at you, amusement dancing in his eyes, “Are you, now?”
Nodding firmly, you reached down to grab them, still heavy with water—only for Sirius to pluck them up first, holding them just out of reach.
"Oi!" You swayed slightly, glaring up at him. "Gimme."
"Mmm... no," he hummed, examining the soaked fabric like he was contemplating setting them on fire. "See, I just spent all this time warming you up, and now you want to go and undo all my hard work? Tsk, tsk."
"But I’m cold," you whined. "Clothes make you warmer, Sirius, it’s science."
"Not when they’re wet,” he countered, lifting an eyebrow. “Putting these on is just going to make you colder.”
"But I’m already wet," you argued, throwing your arms out as if that proved a point. "I’m wet, the clothes are wet—so it cancels out."
Sirius stared at you. "That’s...that’s not how that works.”
"It is," you insisted, crossing your arms. "Like...double negatives. Wet plus wet equals dry."
Sirius blinked. "That was the single worst attempt at logic I have ever heard.”
"You’re the worst attempt at logic I’ve ever heard," you shot back, wobbling on your feet.
"That didn’t even make sense," he snorted, running a hand down his face. "Merlin, you’re impossible."
"Gimme my trousers."
"No."
"Gimme."
"Nope."
Before you could protest further, Sirius simply sighed, tossed the offending trousers aside, and scooped you up like you weighed nothing.
"Sirius!" you gasped, clinging to his shoulders on instinct. "Put me down, fiend!"
"No can do, sweetheart," he grinned, carrying you inside with ease. "You’ve lost trouser privileges."
"That’s not a thing," you grumbled, voice muffled against his shoulder.
"It is now."
Sirius stepped into the living room, plopping you both down onto the couch in one smooth motion. You huffed, still tangled up against him, but the warmth of the house—and him—was already seeping into your chilled skin. You could feel his chuckle rumbling against you as he reached for the nearest blanket, draping it over you both with an air of finality.
"See?" he murmured, voice smug. "Much better."
You grumbled something unintelligible against his shoulder, but you didn’t move—not even an inch. Partly because you were comfortable and partly because your limbs still felt like jelly.
Sirius huffed out a quiet laugh, adjusting the blanket so it covered more of you.
Dorcas rolled her eyes at the wet trail you’d left upon entry, grumbling about how she’d just mopped, before tossing a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a jumper in yours and Siruis’ general direction.
"I love Dorcas," you announced from the couch, voice muffled but enthusiastic. She came towards the sofa as you confessed, a glass of water in hand, passing it to you with a soften sigh—small smile on her face.
"I love everyone!" It came out shockingly louder than your last statement; “Everything is so good,”
Sirius chuckled, shifting slightly so he could look down at you. “Yeah?”
"Mhm," you hummed, snuggling impossibly closer. "Sirius, you’re my favorite."
"Ooooh, scandalous," Marlene called from the other room. "James, how does it feel to be replaced?"
"I am not replaced!" James shot back indignantly. “And I’ve been stuck with cleaning up this mess, while Sirius is lazing on the sofa.” The last sentences was mumbled and huffed under his breath.
Dorcas snorted, flicking her wand to banish a suspicious-looking stain from the carpet. “James, he quite literally had to drag her inside.”
Marlene hummed in agreement. “Yeah, poor bloke probably had to wrestle her just to get her to drop the wet clothes.”
The light chatter continued among them as they cleaned, but eventually, all that could be heard from the couch was your soft, content sigh as Sirius tightened the blanket around you both.
Sirius glanced down at you, only to realize your breathing had evened out, your face smushed sleepily against his shirt.
"Merlin’s beard," he muttered, shaking his head fondly. "You really are trouble."
It took another thirty minutes before the house was back to its original state, James let out an exasperated sigh, plopping onto the single chair by Sirius—eyes scanning over your sleeping figure.
Sirius had his phone in one hand, the other on your thigh—your shoulders rising and falling slowly with heach breath, head rested on his shoulder—very very comfortable.
James squinted his eyes at the pair of you.
"Alright, let’s get moving," James announced, stretching his arms over his head. "I want to be in bed before the sun comes up for once."
Sirius sighed dramatically but sat up, shifting you carefully in his hold as he did. You stirred only slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling again.
"Right then," Sirius said, looking over at Marlene expectantly. "Time to take your gremlin home."
Marlene raised a brow. "My gremlin? No, no, you two are taking her home."
"What? No," James argued, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You were supposed to take her home!"
Marlene gave him an unimpressed look. "And how, exactly, am I supposed to do that? There’s one of me, and she’s basically liquid right now."
"S’not true," you mumbled sleepily, shifting against Sirius' chest. "I’m solid. Mostly."
"See?" Sirius smirked. "Mostly solid. You’ll manage."
Marlene rolled her eyes. "James, you have a car. Sirius, you have a motorbike. There are two of you and one of me. Basic math says this is not my problem."
James groaned, rubbing his face before turning to Sirius. "Rock, paper, scissors for it?"
"Not a chance, mate," Sirius said, already standing with you in his arms. "You drive. I’ll follow."
James huffed but didn't argue further, muttering about how Sirius always managed to get out of the worst parts of every situation.
The drive back to their flat was mostly quiet, save for the occasional hum of a song from Sirius as he trailed behind on his bike. You remained blissfully unaware, curled up in the passenger seat of James’ car, only half-waking when he parked and Sirius pulled open the door.
"Up we go, trouble," Sirius murmured, lifting you effortlessly before you could try and stumble your way inside.
James locked the car, sighing as he followed them up the stairs. But when he opened the door to their flat, he realized something.
"Wait," he frowned. "Where is she supposed to sleep?"
Sirius, still carrying you, blinked at him. "Uh. My bed?"
"Oi," James pointed a warning finger at him. "That’s my friend, so no funny business."
Sirius rolled his eyes, adjusting you in his arms. "Please. I’m not the one you need to worry about."
James scoffed, but let it go, too tired to argue further. "Fine. Just—behave yourself, alright?"
"Always do," Sirius grinned before disappearing into his room.
The moment he set you down, you sighed, rolling onto your side as you curled into the warmth of his duvet. Sirius exhaled, shaking his head with a small smirk before tugging the blankets up over you properly. His bed had always been big—more space than he usually needed—but right now, he didn’t mind it.
For a moment, he just watched you, taking in the peaceful expression on your face. The soft rise and fall of your chest. The way your hand curled slightly into the pillow.
With careful fingers, he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch barely there.
"Pretty," he murmured fondly.
And with that, he switched off the light and settled in beside you—close, but not too close. Just enough to make sure you were warm.
When the morning rolled around, the light in the room making your eyes burn even while closed, head pounding and throbbing—mouth abnormally dry. A groan left your lips as you shifted slightly, body stiff from sleep, but as you stretched out, something felt… wrong.
For one, the bed was too big. And for another—
Thud.
You hit the floor with a graceless, painful sort of smack, tangled in the sheets you’d apparently dragged with you.
"Bloody hell," you muttered, squeezing your eyes shut as you lay there for a moment, reeling from the sudden impact. That definitely didn’t help your headache.
Panic set in almost immediately.
You blinked, finally taking in your surroundings, mind scrambling to piece together where the hell you were. The room was unfamiliar—dark bedding, posters plastered lazily on the walls, the faintest lingering scent of cologne and cigarette smoke.
Your stomach dropped.
This—this wasn’t your room. And it definitely wasn’t Marlene’s or Dorcas’.
You scrambled to your feet, legs wobbling slightly beneath you, hands clammy as you pressed them to your temples. The pulsing ache behind your eyes did not make thinking any easier. Your heart hammered as you backed up toward the door, mind racing through every terrible, worst-case scenario imaginable. Your body moved on autopilot—twisting the handle, slipping out into the corridor with the sheer desperation of needing to get out of here.
And then—
"Oh, look who’s up," James’ voice.
Your head snapped up, vision still slightly blurred, but sure enough—James Potter was standing in the open kitchen, casually stirring a bowl of cereal. And next to him, leaning against the counter, was Sirius Black, sipping a cup of tea with all the ease in the world.
Your breath caught. James’ flat.
Some of the panic loosened its grip, but the mortification settled in just as quickly.
"She lives," Sirius smirked over the rim of his cup.
You opened your mouth—closed it—then tried again. "I—I don’t—" You winced at the sound of your own voice, throat dry and hoarse. "What—"
James raised a brow. "Need some water before you start asking questions?"
You swallowed thickly. "Maybe."
Sirius nudged a glass across the counter without a word. You took it hesitantly, stepping forward just enough to grab it, before downing the whole thing in a few gulps.
It helped. Slightly.
"Alright," you breathed out, trying to regain some sense of composure. "What…happened?"
Sirius and James exchanged looks, and you did not like whatever silent conversation they just had.
James was the first to break. "You happened," he snorted, shaking his head. "You were sloshed, love."
Your brows knit together. You remembered getting to the party. Swimming. Bits and pieces of the night flickered through your mind, but it was all… hazy.
"You don't remember?" Sirius tilted his head, watching you closely as you chewed at your bottom lip, avoiding eye contact with him.
"I—" You hesitated. "Some of it? I remember the party. And—I think I was trying to… put my clothes back on?" You frowned. "But Marlene had already given me some?"
Sirius grinned, all too happy to remind you. "Ah, yes. You were determined to put your wet clothes back on, actually. Told me that ‘wet plus wet cancels out,’ or something equally brilliant."
You groaned, pressing your fingers to your temples. "Merlin’s sake. I told Marlene this would happen.”
"You also declared your undying love for everyone about five times," James added, chewing lazily. "But apparently, Sirius was your favorite."
Your head shot up at that, eyes wide. "I what?!"
Sirius hummed, parroting Marlene’s words from last night, looking far too smug. "Scandalous, I know."
You stared at them both in abject horror, any lingering dizziness temporarily forgotten as you fought the urge to crawl out of your own skin. This is exactly what you were worried about, being a public nuisance and making an absolute idiot of yourself.
You just groaned again, leaning against the counter, face heating—hoping some unknown force would strike you down, anything to avoid the mortifying feeling in the pit of your stomach.
James snickered before shrugging. "Could’ve been worse. At least you didn’t puke."
Small mercies.
Sirius walked over to where you stood, handing over a packet of ibuprofen, you still couldn’t meet his gaze. The intensity of his stare, paired with the almost cocky smirk that played on his face made you shrink into yourself—his fingertips lingering on your hand for just a second longer than they should have. Before he walked back over to lean against the counter.
James watched the entire interaction rather unimpressed, but he chose not to say anything about it, instead he pulled out the seat next to him—motioning for you to sit down. Your brows were still knit high up on you forehead, endlessly wracking your brain, willing it to focus on the events of last night. Unconsciously picking at the skin around you fingers, eyes glaring at a spot on the table, a deep frown settling on your lips.
It took a few calls, but eventually James got your attention, offering you some toast.
But the idea of eating anything made your stomach lurch slightly, you shook your head immediately, muttering, “I think i’ll pass, thank you though,”
The guilt was killing you, not only did you make a fool of yourself, you didn’t remember and you didn’t make it home. Standing up from your place in the table, asking James if you could borrow something to change into after your shower. He spluttered slightly, mouth still full—”Course,”
The hot shower did little to calm your mind, only washing the slight smell of chlorine off your skin, opting for the smallest clothes James had, they still were very ill-fitting, hanging off of your frame. Your hair dripped onto the towel you’d hung over your shoulders, taking your spare toothbrush out James’ cabinet, you began brushing.
Brain mindlessly trailing away, memories of your antics flashing vividly behind your eyes, more specifically that moment in the pool, like you’d been transported back to that very second, your heart raced and thumped in your ears—cheeks heating at the thought of the kiss.
Groaning as you shut off the running tap, fingertips brushing over your lips. Exhaling through your nose, you shook your head, mumbling to yourself as you left the bathroom.
“What have i done?”
Trailing over to James’ room, he was at his desk, typing on his laptop. You stood by him wordlessly for few a moments, a frown on your face, eyes trained on the floor. The smile on his face dropping at the sight of yours, “What’s the matter, love?” turing his whole body towards you.
“I��m sorry.”
Your voice was meek as you continued, “I’m sorry you had to take care of me, I hope I didn’t ruin your night,” You looked like you were about to cry, he couldn’t help the huffed chuckle that passed his lips as he hugged you,
“Y/N, you didn’t ruin the night for anyone, if anything, you made it more fun.”
Head still in his chest, he leant away slightly, catch a glimpse of your face, barking out a laugh at your wet eyes, “I promise, doll. And I didn’t mind taking care of you, I’m sure Sirius didn’t either.”
Still not raising your head, you flooped dramatically onto James’ bed, face first—the teasing tone of his voice playing in your head over and over. Another wave of embarrassment washing over you. James was already standing up, still laughing lightly at you, before he took a pillow from the top of his bed—dropping it on your head.
“As much as I’d love to watch you be awkward and embarrassed with Sirius, I need to go to the gym—I’ll drop you home when I get back.”Voice drifting further away as he finished.
He was already out of the door before you could beg him not to leave you with Sirius.
What was more mortifiying was that you knew your brain wouldn’t let you rest until you’d apologised to him, and now that James was gone for however long—you were trapped with the guy you’d drunk kissed with no buffer.
It took you another twenty minutes of internal conflict before you slowly skulked out of James’ room, food calling your name more than anything. You’d prayed Sirius would be back in his room, allowing you more time to work yourself into a mental space confident enough to talk to him like a normal person.
Everything about him just felt so intimidating, so confident, so straight-forward, so handsome.
The kitchen was thankfully empty, giving you space to boil the kettle—maybe a cup of tea would settle you.
Once again lost in thought, you’d failed to notice how the Gods had tricked you into thinking you were safe. Comfortably slotted into the corner in the counter—waiting for the kettle to tick over, when Sirius had walked into the space, resting against the door frame—watching.
You looked so deep in thought—drowning James’ jumper, hair still slightly damp. Sirius wasn’t going to deny it, despite your very comfortable, almost disheveled appearence—he still thought you looked just as gorgeous as the night before.
He interrupted you chain of thought with his voice; “Boil enough for two?”
The way you almost jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice was rather comical, practically clutching your non-existent pearls. And he didn’t grace you with time to recover, because, he was already so close to you by the time you’d turned around—stalking over to where you stood.
You did try to stutter out an answer, but your heart beating so loudly in your ears was distracting, preventing you from forming one conscious stream of speech. Instead, you gave up and just nodded—turning away from him and the cocky grin on his face.
Staring at the marble counter as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Sirius was still closing the distance between you, so much so that you could feel the heat that he radiated on your skin, could smell his freshly washed hair, laced with caramel and dark leather. You wanted to move away, but you were effectively cornered, the only escape would be if you somehow went through him.
You turned to find away to give him more space, but he just leant further in, looking down at you with that same smirk, so painfully aware of how panicked you were at the proximity. Breath audibly hitching as he reached over your head—eyes still locked with your, pulling out another mug from the cupboard and placing it beside him.
And instead of moving away after getting what he needed, like any normal person, he entrapped you by placing his arms on both sides of you body—palms pressing against the counter.
"Something on your mind, sweetheart?"
Sirius’ voice was low, smooth—far too amused for your liking. The way he was looking at you, all hooded eyes and lazy smirk, made it very clear he was enjoying your predicament.
You swallowed, attempting to look unaffected despite the fact that your pulse was hammering at your throat. "No."
He tilted his head slightly, like he didn’t quite believe you. "No?"
Your fingers curled against the counter, desperate for something to ground yourself. The heat of him was overwhelming, every sense, every inhale filled with something distictly Sirius. It was ridiculous how effortlessly he took up space, how he had you feeling cornered without even laying a hand on you.
"Then why," he murmured, dipping just slightly closer, "do you look like a rabbit caught in a trap?"
Your breath hitched. His voice was too smug, too pleased with himself, and it sent something hot curling low in your stomach.
"I don’t," you lied, attempting to shift to the side—only for Sirius to mirror you, blocking your escape with ease.
His lips twitched. "Mmm, I think you do."
He was so close now that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, his hands braced on either side of you, caging you in like he had all the time in the world.
You hated how your voice came out weaker than intended. "Do you make a habit of cornering people in kitchens, or am I just special?"
His smirk deepened. "Oh, you're special."
Your stomach flipped violently at that, and you cursed yourself internally for the reaction.
The kettle clicked off behind you, but neither of you moved.
Sirius’ gaze flickered down, lingering for just a second too long before meeting yours again, dark and unreadable. "Seems you’ve lost the bite you had last night."
Your lips parted—whether to say defend your drunk actions or tell him to piss off, you weren’t sure—but before you could get a word out, he finally pushed off the counter, retreating as smoothly as he’d approached.
The loss of his warmth left you feeling almost unsteady.
He reached for the kettle, pouring the water into both mugs like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just obliterated your ability to think straight.
"Relax, darling," he murmured, stirring his tea with a spoon. "I'm just having my morning fun."
You exhaled sharply, gripping the counter just to reorient yourself.
Sirius glanced at you from the corner of his eye, smirking again when he saw your still-flustered expression.
Bastard.
With another deep breath, you turned to him, a frown now etching itself into your face—it came out slightly begrudge, more reluctant and dreading than you’d hoped.
“I—uh, wanted to say…I’m sorry, for uh—how I acted last night. I’m not usually that drunk or forward or shameless actually,” Twiddling your thumbs, lips pursing together before you spoke again; “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable in anyway, or um—make you look after the random girl who drank too much…”
The feeling that prickled on you neck, made your throat drier was undeniably, shame. What a way to present yourself. Sirius had stopped stirring his tea, watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. His smirk was gone, replaced with something softer, something unreadable. For once, he didn’t look like he was about to tease you.
“You think I was uncomfortable?” he asked after a beat, his voice quieter now.
You swallowed, suddenly unsure. “I mean…I don’t know. You had to drag me inside, jumped into the pool for me, I kissed you—and—Merlin, I don’t even remember half of it, but I know I was being ridiculous and unruly.”
Sirius exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he leaned against the counter. “You weren’t ridiculous.”
You shot him a dubious look.
“Alright,” he amended with a small grin. “Maybe a little ridiculous. But you were also sweet. And funny. And probably the most affectionate drunk I’ve met.”
Your face burned. “Merlin.” You buried your head in your hands. “Please, please don’t tell me everything I said.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.” He was definitely enjoying this a little too much. “Not when I could use it as leverage later.”
Your groan of embarrassment only made him chuckle.
“But,” Sirius continued, a little more serious now, “you don’t have to apologize, love. You didn’t do anything wrong. We all have our nights.”
You hesitated, glancing up at him. “Really?”
He nodded, taking a slow sip of his tea. “Really. Besides, I’d hardly complain about you curling up in my lap and calling me your favorite.”
You almost choked. “Sirius.”
His grin was downright wicked now. “What? I’m just saying, if you ever feel like being that affectionate sober, I wouldn’t mind.”
You stared at him, unsure whether to be flustered or exasperated.
Sirius only winked. “Tea’s getting cold, sweetheart.” Then, as effortlessly as ever, he turned on his heel and sauntered out of the kitchen, leaving you standing there—stomach in knots, head spinning, and entirely unsure what to do with yourself.
It was getting late, and you’d been sitting in James’ living room for hours since he left, waiting rather impatiently for him now.
God’s this would have been easier if you hadn’t left your bag at Dorcas’.
Sirius eventually showed himself again, shocked to find you sitting there, still no James.
Sirius’ voice broke the silence like a stone skipping across a still lake.
“Are you waiting for James?”
You looked up, slightly startled, your fingers curling tighter around the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Sirius stood in the doorway, arms crossed, dark eyes scanning you with mild amusement and faint incredulity.
“Yeah,” you admitted, shifting slightly in your seat. “He said he wouldn’t be long.”
Sirius frowned, glancing at the clock on the wall. “That was hours ago.”
You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “I know.”
“Then why the hell are you still sitting here?”
You exhaled, dropping your head back against the couch. “I left my bag at Dorcas’,” you admitted begrudgingly. “No bag means no keys. No money. No phone. So, I figured I’d wait.”
Sirius blinked. “And you didn’t say anything?”
You shrugged. “Didn’t want to be a bother.”
A sharp breath left him, his lips parting before he ran a hand through his hair. “So, let me get this straight,” he said slowly. “You’ve been sitting here alone, in a mostly empty house, for hours, when I could’ve just driven you home?”
Your face warmed. “I didn’t—”
Sirius let out a disbelieving laugh. “For fuck’s sake, sweetheart.”
You bristled at the exasperation in his voice. “I said I’m fine. I chose to wait.”
Sirius scoffed, pushing off the doorframe. “You chose to sit in a silent house, curled up like a bloody lost puppy, instead of just asking me?”
You frowned. “I wasn’t curled up like a lost puppy.”
“Are you sure? Because that’s exactly what James’ couch has been hosting all evening.” He gestured toward you. “At this point, you might as well start whining for him to come back.”
You shot him a glare, blanket tightening around your shoulders. “Dramatic.”
Sirius folded his arms, tilting his head. “You really don’t want me to take you home?”
“I—” You hesitated. “It’s not that.”
“Then what?” You bit the inside of your cheek, blinking rapidly, trying to find the words that wouldn’t expose you, but would stop his pestering. His eyes narrowed slightly.
And then something clicked.
“Oh, Merlin,” he breathed, an unrestrained grin creeping onto his lips. “You’re scared of my bike.”
Your stomach twisted. “I am not.”
Sirius barked out a laugh, pure delight lighting up his face. “You totally are.”
You scowled, hating how much he was enjoying this, as if you hadn’t suffered enough embarrassment to last you a life time in the last twenty-four hours. “I just… don’t trust two wheels to keep me alive.”
Sirius smirked. “You think my death machine is going to kill you?”
“I never called it that.”
“You were thinking it.”
You sighed, rubbing your temples, squeezing your eyes shut, tilting your head. Voicing coming out a bit more sharp and desperate than you’d hoped, “Can you just—drop it?”
He hummed, watching you carefully. Then, his smirk softened into something more amused, something more real.
“You trust me though, don’t you?”
The question caught you off guard, and your lips parted slightly, mind scrambling for an answer.
Because you did. You knew you did.
Sirius must’ve seen something in your face, because his voice was quieter when he spoke next.
“I’d take care of you,” he murmured. “I will take care of you.”
Your chest tightened, the swirling in the pit of your stomach only getting worse the longer you pondered on his words, the tone of his voice and how it had you melting in your seat.
And you hated that that was what finally made you relent.
With a deep breath, you stood, setting the blanket aside. “Fine.”
Sirius grinned like he’d just won a bet. “Knew you’d cave.”
You rolled your eyes, following him toward the door.
Outside, the air was crisp, and the night was still—making you much more aware of the sweat building on the palms of your hand, The sleek black motorcycle stood ominously under the streetlamp, its chrome glinting under the dim glow.
You eyed it warily.
Sirius watched you, then held up a helmet. “Here.”
You hesitated, staring at it, before reaching to take it. But instead of handing it over, Sirius stepped closer, gently placing it over your head himself.
Your breath caught.
He was careful, fingertips brushing against your skin as he adjusted the straps, securing it beneath your chin. His touch was fleeting but warm, sending something strange skittering through your ribs.
“There,” he murmured, pulling back slightly, his face still close to yours. “Not so bad, huh?”
You swallowed thickly. “Mm.”
Sirius chuckled, stepping away—but then paused, eyes raking over you. His expression shifted slightly.
“You’re going to freeze,” he muttered.
Before you could even think about protesting, he was already shrugging off his leather jacket, draping it over your shoulders.
“Sirius—”
“Not up for debate.” His voice was firm, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes. “I’d hate for you to lose feeling in your limbs before you can tell me how much you love my driving.”
You sighed but didn’t argue. Instead, you slipped your arms into the sleeves, the scent of him—something rich and warm, like cedar and leather—enveloping you.
Sirius straddled the bike, motioning for you to get on.
“Hold on tight, sweetheart.”
You hesitated for only a second before gripping onto him, arms wrapping firmly around his waist, fingers locking in front, resting your head on his back—taking in a deep breath, trying to brace yourself. Playing his words of reassurance over and over again in your head, he’s going to take care of you, you’ll be fine.
He softly patted your thigh, a final comfort, before—the bike roared to life, and you barely had time to take another breath before Sirius took off, the rush of wind stealing the breath from your lungs.
A shrill scream leaving you mouth before you could even stop it, and he felt your grip on him become impossibly tighter—holding on for dear life. Sirius laughed, his voice mingling with the night air whipping past you.
It took a while before your pulse slowed, for the rise and fall of your chest to become less rapid, less frantic and settle into pace with Sirius’. And just as you were becoming accustom to feeling of the ride, you realized something.
The streets were unfamiliar.
Your brows furrowed. “Sirius.”
“Hm?”
“This isn’t my house.”
“I know.”
You shot him a look, but he was already parking in front of a small diner, flicking the kickstand down before hopping off. “Figured you haven’t eaten all day.”
Your stomach grumbled in response.
Sirius smirked. “Thought so.”
Inside, the diner was warm, golden light casting soft shadows on the walls. You sat across from Sirius, eating in quiet companionship, for a while, the occasional teasing remark breaking the silence—and once he’d started talking, he really didn’t stop, endless questions streaming out, asking how you met James and other random acquisitions.
It was easy. Comfortable.
And you didn’t quite know what to do with that.
Afterward, Sirius drove you home, putting your helmet on your you once again, this time his eyes scanning—drinking in your face for a moment too long. Before setting off again, he pulled your arm to wrap around him tighter—squashing any space between you.
At your doorstep, you hesitated, shifting slightly on your feet—God’s did he look good, hair pulled back, a few pieces framing his face from the way he pulled off his helmet, cheeks slightly pink from the bite of the wind.
Then, before you could overthink it, you asked, “Do you…want to come in? For a cup of tea?”
Sirius’ lips twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Inside, the two of you sat on your sofa, tea in hand, conversation flowing effortlessly.
Until you found yourself staring.
Really, it wasn’t your fault, it was his.
He just looked like he was hand-carved by the God’s, not just that, he looked like they took their sweet time with him. Eyes almsot sparkling under the dimly lit light of your lamp, you had no control over it—the way your eyes flickered from his lips, to his eyes, just absorbing every inch of his face.
Sirius arched a brow. “What’s the verdict?”
You blinked. “What?”
“Without your drunk goggles…” His voice was lower now, edged with mischief and something more. He leaned in impossibly closer to you, the heat of his breath, ghosting past the shell of your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down you spine—and he saw the way it ran through you. “Do you still think I’m as hot as you did last night?”
You tongue darted out to wet you lips that had become painfully dry, the second the rough tone of his voice reached your ears, and rung over and over in you head. He’d pulled back just enough to look at you, a slither of space between you.
And in a rare, unfiltered moment of boldness, you answered without hesitation.
“Yes.”
Sirius’ smirk faltered just slightly. His gaze flickered over your face, his fingers drifting from the edge of his knee to ghost just barely grazing yours. But the only thing you could focus on was the way he was looking at you.
He looked like he was considering something. Like he was daring you to say more.
Every part of you wanted to close the space between you, but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t—
“Gods, you’re pretty,” His words came out rushed, yet sincere—almost immediately pressing his lips to yours. Hands no longer hovering over your skin, pressing his palms on your thighs and leaning into you—you couldn’t exactly hold yourself up, not when your fingertips were trailing up his neck, toying with the stray hairs at his nape.
Falling softly against the settee, kiss becoming more intense as the moments passed—his hands travelling, gripping you hip, inching up to hold your waist, chests heaving against each other. Sirius had been dying for this, excruitatingly impatient and feverish in his actions, airy sighs and muffled groans passing between you.
“Sirius—mmpf,”
Your hold shifting from his hair to grasp at his shirt, the other trailing up underneath, palm hot and pressed firmly to his chest, sliding towards his shoulder, leaving light red lines in the wake of your soft scratches. Neck craning into him as his kisses travelled slowly down your jaw—nipping and sucking at the thin skin, before trailing back up—lips parted and swollen, memorising your face.
Blown out pupils, cheeks reddened, half-lidded, just perfect. His hands inched up slowly, running over the dip of your waist, the curve of your breasts, resting at your neck, pulling you up slightly and taking your bottom lip between his teeth—earning him the sweetest whimper.
Silently thanking your drunk self for granting you access to this, enjoying the moment as it continued—melting into eachother’s indulgent and plentiful touches.
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Hi Suzu, how are you?
Could I request a fluff fic with reverse isekai and harbinger! scaramouche please :)
harbinger!scaramouche x fem!reader. fluffy fluff fluff. reverse isekai.
i know my fluff doesn't hit as well because i know that's not why you guys are really here, but, i enjoy writing fluff so 😊
scaramouche wasn't an idiot. once he'd discovered that the stars in teyvat were fake, he got to thinking. the idea of the stars had to come from somewhere else. the second he mysteriously arrived in your world, he sure got his answer.
your world's stars have to be the blueprint for teyvat's stars.
that wasn't the curious thing though. the curious thing was you. at first, you were just a means to an end. somewhere to stay until he adjusted to your world and then he would dip.
or so he thought.
he totally didn't expect this world to deal him a hand of cards in his favor. you sure are strange to him. you are well versed for some reason about where he has come from, so he didn't really have to explain anything to you.
once you got over the shock of him actually being here right in front of you, it didn't take him long for him to figure out that you are really, really in love with him. which stretched his ego in ways you couldn't possibly imagine.
so sue him if he used that to his advantage. it was sweet how often you dote on him.
needless to say, thanks to you, it was incredibly easy for him to adjust. your worlds mechanics are more similar to teyvat's than he thought.
as you would like to say, scaramouche was soaking up reality tv like a sponge. the overblown drama was the funniest thing in the world to him. and 95% of the time, these people did it to themselves. and he got to sit back and watch it all without even lifting a finger.
"i wish i could've taken you to a harbinger banquet. the drama that can be stirred up is just as good as this," he has probably what you would describe as a shit eating smirk on his face as he watched this woman cry about one guy she likes not returning her affection because she slept with his best friend.
scaramouche struggles to understand sentiment sometimes. this woman was waxing on about how she couldn't stop thinking about the guy she realizes she has more feelings for. about she even thought about him at night while she fell asleep. but she was losing sleep because she always was thinking about him.
"what is this shrew even talking about?" he scoffs, "she talks in a tone like all woman are like this. you either think about him while you fall asleep or you don't. how is she losing sleep thinking about him then?" he glances over at you, and immediately grits his teeth.
why did you have to look so cute right now?
you are having a delayed reaction of sorts. oh you heard every word he said, but you are still processing something he said before his rant. you had a soft, happy smile on your face while you fidget with your fingers. 'i can't believe he just said that to me. he said he wishes he could take me to a harbinger banquet. that would make it kind of like a date, right? should i bring it up later? or-'
"did you even hear a word i said?" scaramouche's voice cuts right through your pounding heart in your ears, and your racing thoughts.
"i think she is being truthful, at least in that respect," you reply, quickly trying to gather yourself. things have been very hard for you lately to say the least.
you enjoy actually being able to dote on scaramouche in ways you thought you never would've been able to. he is a fictional character, this shouldn't be possible. but sometimes you can barely handle being in his presence. it really reminds you of how in love with him you really are. he just flusters you so much.
and it shows all over your face.
scaramouche's eyes widen for a moment. what was with you? you usually made fun of these people with him. but there was something about your voice that sounds different now. like you relate to what she said a lot. "oh?" he raises his eyebrow in indication for you to continue.
"mhm, i do think she is being truthful," boy, did you know what she was talking about. "i have lost so many hours of sleep thinking about you. what she meant by losing sleep is she tosses and turns in bed thinking some kind of activity will force her to stop thinking about him, but it doesn't work. she can only think about him while her tossing and turning keeps her from sleeping," once you start talking however, you can't seem to stop.
"i have lost so much sleep doing exactly that. there is not one girl, no scratch that. there not one person on this earth that doesn't have someone they lose sleep thinking about like that," you took a breath to steady yourself, very firm on standing your ground. any second you knew scaramouche was going to cut in so you have to quick.
"for god's sake, i barely sleep knowing you are in the room next to mine. especially when i know i would.." you trail off in a fit of shy. you can barely bring yourself to finish what you are saying.
that you knew you would sleep so much better if you could be curled up next to him.
scaramouche snorts, and taps his index finger on your lips. "i hear you up at night, you know," he teased, smirking as your eyes widen for a moment as the blush on your cheeks darkens.
"huh? you do? i tried to be as quiet as possible. the last thing i wanted to do was disturb you," how?! you worked so hard to stay quiet at night.
"it's not disturbing me. i just have extra sensitive hearing," you couldn't help but smile a little bit at his response. it was his bristly way of reassuring you. this is why you are so interesting. you just confessed to being in love with him without actually saying it. it feels strangely...nice to him when he has these moments with you.
"since you humans are fragile enough to need sleep, i will sleep in the same bed as you so that you can sleep. i am not opposed to it," he glares at you, daring you to protest.
"you aren't?" you reply with shy hesitation that he quite frankly found adorable.
"i don't like being in debt to people. so consider that as repaying my debt you," things would've been a lot harder for him without you. and it didn't even make sense to him that you stay in a separate room at night.
"you are such a man, scara. and i mean they in the best way," you reply, smiling at him. it startles scaramouche how much he has been anticipating your smiles lately. you usually look away shyly at moments like this. and he was glad you didn't.
oh please, go on. he knows how great he is.
"let's watch these people implode themselves more," he clears his throat and unpauses the tv. he didn't even realize he automatically did it when you started talking. he glances at you and sighs.
you seem unsure of what to do now. you kept giving him side glances, looking at him for some sort of guidance. he realizes he can genuinely get used to the feeling of you depending on him for once.
sighing, he put his arm around you, bringing your head to rest on his chest. he mimics breathing for you to relax
#genshin impact#genshin fluff#genshin imagines#fem!reader#scaramouche#scaramouche fluff#soft scara#soft scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x you
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i haven’t seen anyone talk about the outfit descriptions in wuwa and i honestly don’t know if they’ve always been there or if that’s new bc outfits are a thing in the game now
BUT LIKE
who wrote these ????????
rovers is so borderline passive aggressive that every time i look at it i giggle
also. did that line single-handedly make the fact that rover doesn’t ever change clothes canon within the story?

mortefi’s only has one line that’s actually about the outfit (same goes for like half the characters). but we know damn well that most of the academy researchers are NOT dressed like him and that’s all you had to say pertaining to his outfit ????

some of the funniest ones are like baizhi’s where they try and convince you the outfit is practical. like no….it’s not…
you have her fighting tacet discords in a mini bodycon dress….

shout out to yuanwu for having a description that is genuinely (mostly) just about the outfit

and then shout out to aalto and youhu’s outfit descriptions for having absolutely NOTHING to do with their clothes


“Red is Carlotta’s color.”
but…
…pink…?
her outfit is pink….
i can forgive that solely for for the laugh i had when reading that last line because i refuse to accept that they wrote that unironically

and lastly, my personal favorite. jiyan.
because what do you mean ?????
i have so many questions !!!
you’re telling me that either:
1.) jué can just materialize an outfit at will and its certified drip magic ended up outliving its omnipotence
or
2.) jué, the sentinel of jinzhou, a deity, somehow communicated with a human to commission a custom tailored outfit. (maybe that’s why it appointed jinshi as magistrate right afterward….so it could impart its dreams of making jiyan its personal dress-up barbie girl by making her talk to a tailor for it…)
but no matter what the answer is, just remember that jué specifically curated an outfit for jiyan that leaves little to the imagination in the chest area.
unless jué genuinely thought that’s what the rest of the rangers dressed like. “based on the standard uniform”—THATS NOT EVEN REMOTELY WHAT THE RANGERS ARE DRESSED LIKE??

there’s probably more good ones but i don’t have like half of the characters
this game is ridiculous i love it dearly
#wuthering waves#wuwa#wuwa posting#jiyan wuthering waves#wuwa jiyan#jiyan#wuwa mortefi#mortefi#wuwa carlotta#wuwa baizhi#wuwa rover#wuwa aalto#wuwa outfits
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Chapter three: “You’re mine… right?”
masterlist | next part
A/n: I know I said I would post next week but today is Sunday so basically it’s already the next week so here is pt3 for u guys hehe 🧚🏼♀️✨
Lando Norris x friends??? with benefits reader
word count: 1,094



It was three days later when you saw her.
Tall. Gorgeous. That effortless kind of pretty that didn’t need effort at all. She was laughing at something Lando said—throwing her head back like he was the funniest man alive. Her hand brushed his arm, fingers lingering just a second too long.
He didn’t move away.
You? You stood frozen halfway down the paddock. The sun was hot against your skin, the chatter around you a blur, but all you could see—all you could hear—was that laugh. That touch. Him, smiling like nothing mattered.
He hadn’t smiled at you like that in days.
And maybe you weren’t together. You knew that. You hadn’t defined anything. No titles. No labels. Just late-night whispers and kisses that curled your toes. Just moments that felt like more than they probably were.
But watching him flirt with someone else like he hadn’t kissed you breathless three nights ago?
That hurt.
It carved something sharp and raw into your chest, left it throbbing with jealousy you didn’t want to name.
You didn’t want to care. You told yourself you didn’t. But you did.
God, you did.
And then—he looked up.
Across the paddock, his eyes met yours. Just for a moment. The smile on his lips faltered. Not gone, not erased—but enough. Just enough to let you know that he saw you.
And he knew.
Later that day, after the press and fans and teammates had all swarmed around and drifted off again, you found him. He was leaning against the side of his car, helmet in one hand, shoulders tight with tension. His jaw was clenched so hard, you could see the muscle ticking.
You told yourself to play it cool. You had no right to be mad. But your heart was bruised, and your pride had taken a hit, and the words came out too casual, too clipped.
“You good?”
He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you—really looked—like he was trying to read beneath your skin, figure out who you were pretending to be.
“That girl,” you added, trying to sound light. Like it didn’t matter. Like it hadn’t stuck to your ribs all day like glass. “She your type?”
His eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You shrugged, like you hadn’t just spent hours spiraling in your own head. “Nothing. Just wondering if you’ve moved on to prettier distractions.”
Lando stepped forward, helmet forgotten. His voice was sharper than you expected. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like you don’t care when I know you do.”
You blinked, heart stumbling. “We’re friends, Lando. What you do with someone else isn’t my business.”
“In what world are we just friends?” he snapped, the fire in his eyes startling.
He was right in front of you now, inches away. You could see the flecks of gold in his irises, the way his lashes curled slightly at the ends. He looked tired. Frustrated. Hurt.
“You really believe that?” he asked, voice low.
You bit your lip. You wanted to hold your ground. You wanted to say yes. That he could kiss you, touch you, hold you—but still owe you nothing.
But you couldn’t.
Not with the way he was looking at you. Not with the way your chest ached at the thought of him laughing with someone else like he used to laugh with you.
“You kiss me like you mean it,” he said, voice rough. “You stay in my bed like you want to. But then you pull away the second it gets real.”
Your breath caught. “It’s complicated.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not.”
You looked away, but he reached out, fingers grazing your wrist, grounding you.
“You’re mine. Right?”
The words were soft. But they hit hard. No games. No hiding. Just raw, bare truth.
You stared at him, heart pounding. You wanted to tell him he was wrong. That it was easier to stay in the grey zone, where feelings didn’t have names. But your silence was a lie. And so were the words you’d been repeating to yourself all week.
So you didn’t answer with words.
You stepped forward, grabbed his shirt, and kissed him. Hard.
It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a maybe. It was an answer. A promise. A surrender.
He dropped his helmet, arms wrapping tight around you like he’d been waiting for this. Like he was afraid you’d change your mind. His lips moved against yours with urgency, a storm you both had been holding back for too long.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, he pressed his forehead to yours.
“You can’t keep doing that,” he murmured. “Kissing me like that and pretending it doesn’t mean anything.”
“I’m not pretending,” you whispered. “Not anymore.”
There was silence between you for a moment. Then his thumb brushed your cheek, and his voice softened.
“Why’d you pull away last time?”
You looked down. “Because if I admitted it meant something… I was scared it wouldn’t mean the same to you.”
“God, you’re an idiot,” he said, but there was no heat in his voice. Just something fond, something aching. “You’ve always meant something.”
You smiled, a little wobbly, heart unraveling piece by piece. “So… that girl?”
“Friend of a friend. Nothing happened.”
“Did you want something to happen?”
“No,” he said simply. “I only wanted to see if you’d care.”
You let out a breath. “I hate how well you know me.”
He smirked, but it was softer now. “I love it.”
You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest. His arms came around you again, holding you like a secret he wasn’t willing to lose.
It was still messy. Still undefined. But something shifted that day.
No more pretending. No more maybes. Just the quiet, terrifying, wonderful truth.
You were his.
And for the first time, you let yourself believe it.
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Episode 14 of TSV hurt more than I expected - Faulkner's phone call with his brother legit made me cry. I think that what's powerful about TSV is that even though I kinda know how it ends (I mean, I follow you. I have seen spoilers like thousand of times) I still find myself hoping for a better end. Like I find myself going "Perhaps I have simply misunderstood those spoilers and in context everything is better <3." even though I am 100% sure that that is absolutely untrue. I mean, for starters, this is a pretty clear tragedy. Even if I misunderstood the specific nature of the spoilers, there's no way anything ends well for anyone in this story. Like when I went into this, I went with the assumption that it is a tragedy and that nothing will be well. I went into this, thinking "Oh yeah, I know how those characters die." and still I'm like "I just want her to have a good life."
And I think the funniest thing about a good tragedy is that, on some level, it is actually the exact opposite of what you want. Because a good tragedy wouldn't be good if whatever character you are crying about managed to get out of it alive or unharmed. A good tragedy makes you wish for something you actually don't wish for at all, and on some level you know this, because if your wish came true, then the story would not interest you at all.
But anyway. What is wrong with Hayward.
When I'm at it I find it kinda absurd that he managed to classify "death by crab" as first class religious homicide. Like...yeah ok sure the crab iirc was an angel of the Trawler Man and Faulkner did sorta lead it there but afaik first class homicide, at least in our world, has to be planned, and I don't think leading a crab to a group of arguing people because one of them decided to start blasting counts as planned. But I am not a lawyer so I may be wrong. I recognise that it speaks volumes of the corruption of the police force and their biases, but it's still really funny to me that, if Hayward didn't just straight up lie and pull some bs out of his ass, he really went "Yeah so he got split in two by a giant crab after trying to shoot it dead. Uh yeah the crab was an angel. It was sicked at us. Nevermind that it was trying to kill everyone." and everyone went "Hmm yes, classic first degree murder." Like...sorry but I don't think Faulkner controls the speed at which crabs kill. Also wait does killing a cop automatically count as blasphemy????? I mean it probably does and if so it's fucked up as all hell, but ngl it's funny to consider the other option for a moment. Like the other option would require Hayward to go out of his way to decide that something that happened to Daggler was blasphemy against the Cloak specifically and that he wants it on record even though he hated Daggler severely and for a second it looked like they might just kill each other. Like I know that any kind of harm to any cop probably counts as blasphemy against the Cloak (being mean to a cop probably counts too) (even defending your rights probably counts too) but idk there's something absurd about imagining Hayward like "Hmmm should I write this down as blasphemy? Daggler was a lunatic and I'm glad I don't have to deal with him anymore...but damn maybe I should write it down as blasphemy as a post mortem reward to him for dying and finally getting off my back."
Also I really loved the exchange between Carpenter and Hayward, the exchange where he claims that even if she personally didn’t do those crimes and didn’t kill those people, she has to answer for it because all those things were done in the name of her god. Because he says all that, collective guilt and what-not, but as soon as she fires back with the flesh-opening torture the police used to do (allegedly “used to”), he goes all “Oh, we don’t do that anymore.” He wants her to answer for something she might have not done at all simply because it was done for the Trawler Man but he? Well he shouldn’t be judged right here right now for something that the force he works for used to do, should he? They’ve moved on, after all. So everyone who was affected should move on too. Yet he feels it’s right to prosecute her for something he is logically aware she most likely didn’t commit. To him, she may have as well committed it, simply by association. This does not apply to him though, no. Appalling. 10/10.
Sid Wright mindfulness exercises and relaxation sessions king lmao. I mean. eternal relaxation sessions I guess but honestly at this point he could destroy the world and I'd be like "No no he deserves to do it as a treat. As self-care."
Sorry I actually had something normal and insightful to say but somehow I managed to devote several paragraphs to nonsense. So uh I think I'll leave it at this and share something more normal next time. Also as a P.S. I'd like to go on record saying that while a lot of the characters can be pinned down somewhat decently (they ARE complex, but I feel like they are also more or less easy to understand), I feel like I'd need to vivisect Hayward to understand what the hell his goddamn deal is. I mean he's a cop but I mean aside from that. Because I am starting to feel like being a cop is his smallest problem. Like I think his whole everything is a problem.
your obsession with hayward's issues is so compelling i cannot WAIT for you to learn more about the depth and breadth of how much this man has wrong with him in seasons 2 and 3
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do you think toji and/or sukuna are into looksmaxxing. i need to know.
choso is probably near to tears just thinking about it - he's having a hard time adjusting to all these new trends anyways, wdym there's a whole section of it now?
i feel like gojo just flexes his "natural" looks, nanami doesn't even know he has them until someone comments on your post saying "you won/we're so back."
omg hellaurrr i really pulled out a notebook to jot these down (this isn't even a joke, my keyboard was messing with me but i was worried i'd forget to answer properly) but now i may transcribe my notes on jjk + looksmaxxing 😭 🤭 u always send me the funniest things
gojo once found a wrinkle on his forehead and cancelled class for the day. now he sleeps with a cucumber and a jade roller. when he gets drunk, he claims that a kpop idol dm'ed him for advice on clear skin, never says who though (#liar) and in high school he used a self tanner once because suguru once likened him to an overgrown, pale musty mushroom. ended up with orange streaks everywhere. does pilates but will never admit it. wishes that in another life he was an influencer just so someone would send him pr packages because its nice to get presents in a box. definitely calls himself an icon.
geto thinks essential oils are a part of looksmaxxing so he feels better on the inside. literally floats around like a walking bottle of sandalwood and lavender. tried growing facial hair because he thought it would be great to accentuate his jawline, but someone called him a discount samurai and he had to cancel the cult meeting that day. thinks looksmaxxing isn't just physical but also a state of mind, so he carries around books like crime and punishment to look smart. thought that wearing glasses would make him look smarter and had a phase where he wore fake ones and not one person complimented them.
sukuna secretly has a stash of protein powder. it goes in everything, smoothies and sprinkled over raw meat. says that he doesn't give a flying fuck about these things, but used to read old, ancient scrolls about medieval skincare. got uraume to make him a scrub from red spider lilies and wondered why his skin was burning sooo bad afterwards. sharpens his nail with blades and claims its better than just normally clipping your nails, but he always ends up scratching himself bad. has a collection of sheet masks. has the best eyebrows of all time and knows this (gets them plucked). has an anonymous #hater tiktok account where he comments rude things under gojo's posts.
nanami. you are soooo right, he probably doesn't know or give a fuck about these things because he's actually employed. but hates the idea of a ten step skincare routine for he thinks that the best routine is simple: cleanser + moisturiser + sunscreen. believes in the power of a neutral toned wardrobe with clean, tailored silhouettes. but there are photos of him out there from when he was 18 years old, with black eyeliner on his waterline. shoots down everyone's ridiculous looksmaxxing attempts. jawline exercises? just chew your food properly. botox and fillers? try eight hours of sleep before reaching for the needles. want to post a glow up journey? well, just focus on yourself and move in silence. kind of gojo's biggest opp for all this, and being so clean and put together effortlessly...
#toji def has a gym acc where he does the stupid back muscle poses (that's my own haterism coming through!)#and he buys cheap bulk powder to mix with water because 'muscles don't care about taste'#choso is just...that gorgeous. hes from the 1870s he doesn't gaf truly. will break out in hives if u talk about it#— answered !#HEHEHEHEH what a fun ask!!!!!!!!!!!!#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader#nanami kento x reader#sukuna x reader
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“All Our Firsts”
Spencer Reid x Reader | Established Relationship | Fluff & Domestic Vibes
A/n: Heyyy beautiful ppl!! So like... there's this 🧍 cos i got bored. And PLEASE comment on it guys 👁️👄👁️ u won't get crucified if u tell me it ass crap 🫠
It started with a coffee spill.
You always said it was fate. Spencer said it was statistical probability that someone would bump into someone else in a crowded D.C. bookstore. But the odds of that someone being you? Of him apologizing profusely while trying to blot soy vanilla latte off your scarf with his cardigan sleeve? Of you smiling anyway?
That was fate.
The first time you met was chaotic and clumsy, and very… him. He offered to replace your coffee. You said only if he sat with you while you drank it. He was nervous, rambling about Dostoevsky and quantum theory while you sipped your new drink with a grin. He thought he scared you off.
You asked him out at the end of the conversation.
Your first date was at the planetarium. Spencer walked you through constellations and told you the mythological stories behind each star. You told him he was your favorite constellation. He blushed for a solid twenty minutes. You held his hand, your fingers slipping between his like you’d done it a hundred times before.
Your first kiss happened after he dropped you off that night. He lingered at your door, books in his hands because he’d borrowed one from your shelf “just to have a reason to come back.” You kissed him mid-sentence, silencing some long-winded fact about lunar eclipses.
He was stunned into silence for the first time ever.
The first time you slept over wasn’t about sex. It was about safety. You were tired after a rough day, he made you tea and read to you until you fell asleep curled against his side. In the morning, he made toast and burned it, and you laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. He tried again and made perfect toast.
He took a picture of you in his sweatshirt, drinking tea at the counter.
He still has it in his wallet.
Your first fight was about something small. Dishes. Schedules. He over-apologized, you under-communicated. But you both learned. He left a note on your pillow: “I love you more than logic, and that’s saying something.”
You forgave him before you even found it.
Now, years later, Spencer’s arm is draped lazily across your waist, a book facedown on his chest, a sleepy smile playing on his lips.
"You remember our first kiss?" he asks, eyes still closed.
"You mean the one I initiated because you wouldn’t stop talking about eclipses?"
"I still think about it," he mumbles. "It was perfect."
You turn to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "We’ve had a lot of perfects since then."
He opens his eyes, soft and golden in the morning light. “What’s your favorite one?”
You pause, pretending to think, even though the answer is easy.
“This one,” you say. “Right now.”
Because all your firsts led to this: lazy mornings, soft blankets, worn-out books, and a love that keeps growing with every second.
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Cinnamon bagel with butter and a vanilla oat milk latte
For the latte: funniest childhood memory 😘
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tags: pining!spencer
He's never been good with words.
He's clunky and uncoordinated in physicality and in speech. He lacks grace in more ways than one, and he's spent his life certain that it gets in the way of love. It was never a big issue; at least not until you came into the picture.
So instead he started small. Little things, personal gestures that couldn't be seen as anything other than kind. Coffee orders remembered, despite your ever changing taste; orders for rainy days or sunny days or Fridays. He knows that you like sitting on the right side of the round table, and he guards your spot with an odd amount of hostility.
Somehow, you had never seemed to pick up on his hints, and he had grown used to that.
Until today.
The soft knock on the hotel door interrupts his focus. He abandons his book on the bed, making his way to the door with haste.
He's more than surprised to find you on the other side.
“Were you busy?” You ask, just as the door opens enough for you to blurt it out.
“No,” he shakes his head. A hint of confusion crosses his expression, but he quickly pulls it back in. “Why?”
“Good,” you sigh, letting yourself into the room.
You settle on the edge of his bed like it's normal to you, feet tucked up under yourself, postured like you're waiting for something, him, specifically, to join you.
“I know you're probably used to this by now, but… we just spent more than 8 hours staring at pictures of bodies and evidence and it's just…”
“It's a lot.”
“It is a lot,” you nod. “And I don't want to think about it right now. So… tell me about something else.”
“Something else?” He asks, finally sitting in the opposite edge of the bed. He has the same anxious energy that he always does, but it's concentrated tonight.
“Yeah,” you nod. You take a brief glace around the room, hoping for something to spark your attention. “What weird book are you re-reading?”
“It's not weird,” he huffs. “It's Love in the Time of Cholera. It's like… a classic.”
“You’re reading romance?” You smile.
“I wouldn't call it romance, per se. It's kind of tragic. Not your thing.”
“What is my thing?”
You're not exactly expecting an answer to your half hearted tease. Not one as thorough as he offers, at least.
“You seem to do better with happy endings. Hope. Humor. The books you read are a lot lighter, usually.”
“I didn't know you paid that much attention to what I read.”
“I do,” he replies. “I pay attention to a lot of things about you.”
There's a momentary lull. It's not awkward, really, just time for you to digest. Before you can find your words, he's already backpedaling.
“That sounded weird. I just- I meant that I pay attention in a normal way. Because I care.”
“You didn't need to take it back, Spencer,” you laugh. “I think I already knew.”
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Love Thy Neighbor



Guy please humor me and play the song. This is the funniest song, and it goes so well with the story😭
This is a safe space so no weird homophobia about Y/N thinking he's gay. Being gay is completely normal and also none of your business. Thanks <3
IdolMinho X Blackreader
Synopsis~ You moved to Korea for better opportunities. With the rise of K-pop, they need more dancers. That is what I did for a living. It started with complaining to your friend about your gay neighbors waking you up at god-awful times at night, but it went too far. One day you asked them to 'shut the fuck up' in a fit of English. But then you got close. And now, you go over all the time to hang out. Turns out, they might not actually be gay either.
Warning~ Cursing, cock warming, a little aggressive, cunnilingus, virgin, dirty talk. Calls her 'dirty girl' and that's the worst of the worst. Y/N is blunt as hell, and a little asshole.
Word count~ 8.3k
"They're so fucking loud. They have to be having the best gay sex of their lives."
My friend Tanner drank his coffee, "I'm voting for gay sex. But, we love gay sex around here." I quirked an eyebrow, "This is why I think you're gay."
Tanner asked, "I wonder who the top is."
He laughed at his own joke and put the cup down. I said, "Anyways, my new neighbors are annoying. How's it living back in Korea?" He shrugged, "I can't get used to it. I feel out of place."
Tanner and I have been friends since elementary school. His family moved to America to explore. We grew up dancing together. Though he's obsessed with K-pop, and I'm not. I appreciate good choreography. We moved here to apply for better jobs.
Tanner said, "I feel like you have nothing to complain about. You're living in an expensive ass, two-bedroom apartment." I laughed, "Yeah, but I need the other room as a practice room."
Tanner rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say." He started to get up as he explained, "I have an audition to go to. I'll come over tonight, probably." I smiled, "For sure. Alright, see you." Tanner got up and left me there on my phone.
He reminded me that I had to answer some emails. I get a request to choreograph. I had a passion for choreographing, and Tanner has a passion for dance.
I unlocked my door and threw my bag on the counter. I slid off my shoes and waddled to my couch. I sighed as I lay down in peace and quiet.
It was nice to finally be able to relax. Tanner wears me out sometimes. He's so high-energy.
I closed my eyes, and if it was on comedic timing, a thump shot through my wall. My eyes shot open as I jolted up. "What the- I'm gonna crash out. I swear to god, I'm about to crash the fuck out."
I rolled over and put the pillow over my head. My door opened, and Tanner was walking in with what sounded like a bag.
I lifted my head to see THE 'mom's cooking' bag. I couldn't help but smile as I peeked into the bag. "You tired?" I nodded, "I might end up going to bed. That okay?" Tanner shrugged, "I'm in your house when you're not here. I don't care."
I sighed, "Don't eat all the food. I'll call your Mom."
He rolled his eyes, "Snitch." I laughed as I lugged into my bathroom to shower. I went to bed pretty early. My body felt so exhausted.
That's a sign I'm gonna start my period. I stuck on a pad because I had intuition. I went to bed calmly.
My sleep was light. I was having a great dream before I was rudely interrupted by a loud laugh. The walls are thick, it's just there loud asses in the night.
I stomped out of bed and right into the complex hallway. I had on my night slipper, oversized T-shirt, and my bonnet. I looked like someone's auntie.
I knocked on the door, and the hottest man I've ever seen opened the door. "Yes?"
My eye twitched at how he looked at me. He looked at me like I was disturbing him. I tried to control my anger, but it shot out of me anyway.
"Can you shut the FUCK UP! I mean Jesus! Nigga's are trying to sleep!" The other guy's head popped up behind the first one.
I continued yelling, "I've had a long day! I get you two are having earth-shattering brain chemical-changing sex, but please lower the fucking volume!"
I heaved as the two of them stared at me in disbelief. "Damn." The guy standing behind him walked closer. He looked like a quokka. "Could've thrown a note under the door or something."
My eye twitched again, "Why are you even up this late at night?" The guy upfront confessed, "We just got back from a schedule..."
I looked back and forth, "Yeah? Well, I don't give a fuck! Go to bed!"
I stormed back to my place and closed my door.
"I can't believe you crashed out on your neighbors." I looked at my phone on Facetime as I walked through the grocery aisle. "You don't understand Tanner. I want what they have for real."
Tanner said, "I need to take a look at these guys. I need to determine how hot they are." I sighed, "I'm telling you, one of them is model-worthy."
Tanner laughed. I reached for the gallon of milk and looked at my cart. It was only cereal, juice, water, and milk. It's all I really eat. I can't cook for shit. I have to rely on Tanner's mom. I have allergies that prevent me from eating most food.
It was a lot of cereal. I paid for everything in self-checkout and got in my car.
When I got to my apartment, I had to hang up on Tanner because I had six bags and keys in my hand. I heard footsteps behind me as I stumbled with the key.
I heard someone pick up my bag, and I turned quickly.
Who's stealing my shit!?
It was the neighbor from the other day. If I were to guess who the top was, I'd say it was this guy.
His chest was big, and he was bigger than me. His face looked cold, but he held my grocery bags, waiting for me to open the door. That's when I realized I had been staring.
"Ahem." I cleared my throat as he blinked at me. I opened the door, and he invited himself in, helping me put the groceries on my counter.
He looked down at my sneakers. "Your shoes are still on." I looked down and then back up at him. "I know."
He studied the see-through bags and came to a realization. He opened my fridge to see nothing but some kimchi fermenting from Tanner's mom.
"Why are you snooping in my house!?" He didn't speak much. Probably because he thinks I only speak English. I quickly code-switched to Korean, "Why are you snooping in my house?"
His head turned to me quickly, "You speak Korean?" I said, "Fluently." He blinked at me, "My name is Minho." I said, "Okay, Minho. Get out." I pushed him out of my house and slammed the door.
I stared at the door in curiosity for a moment. I didn't hear Minho immediately walk away.
I thought, His roommate understood me yesterday. He understood me yesterday, too.
I started putting my groceries away and went to my room to check my emails. Still nothing from the job department.
I came here for better opportunities, but I have no job, and currently living off the money I made from a show I did with a well-known rapper.
I pulled out my phone and watched my old dancing videos. I felt like I lost my rush. I lost my purpose.
I felt like I wasn't good enough.
A couple hours passed, and I heard a knock on my door. It was close to sundown. I opened the door, "Tan, you forgot your key or something? Oh-" Minho was standing on the other side with tubawware. I furrowed my eyebrows, "The hell?"
Minho said, "Take it." I strangely obliged. He commented, "You shouldn't only eat cereal and juice. Plus, I see how much money you spend on buying food. Doesn't your roommate know how to cook?"
I shook my head, "I don't have one." "Whose that guy then?"
I lied, "My boyfriend, stalker." I closed the door in his face and opened the Tupperware. I shouldn't accept food from strangers. But I was hungry.
It smelled amazing. I observed it for anything I might be allergic to. I smiled while eating it. The flavor burst on my tongue. It tasted just like Tanner's mom's cooking.
"Fuck. This is amazing." I fear I can't hate him chat.
The next day, I was up early for an audition.
I was going to the JYPE company. I wore casual clothes and made my way to the shared elevator.
I heard a door beside me open, and I turned around. It wasn't the guy from yesterday. It was the guy living with him.
I didn't have much against him, so I opened the elevator. He walked in and bowed.
I looked at him and asked, "You're my neighbor, right?" He smiled. His chubby cheeks and big boba eyes expand.
I asked, "What's your and his name?" He answered, "I'm Han, and he's Minho. We call him Lee Know sometimes."
Lee Know... that sounds familiar. Where have I heard that from?
The silence was awkward, and I disrupted it with, "Weird ass nickname but whatever."
Han laughed, and the door opened. I walked out of my car. Han got in an Uber.
I wonder where he's going? I could offer to drive him next time.
I started my engine and drove off. I made it to the JYP building and parked. I saw Han getting out of his Uber when I was at the door. My eyebrows furrowed, and I yelled, "Yo? Han!"
Han turned around and waved at me. I walked over, "You auditioning for dance?"
He smiled, "No...? You really don't know who I am?" I quirked my eyebrow, "Why would I know who you are? We just met today."
Han laughed, "You can't be serious. Come inside." I walked with him. He gave his ID to the lady upfront.
I smiled, "I'm here for dance auditions."
The lady smiled, "Well, you're going to file down that hallway."
I looked at Han confused and asked, "You do press work here? Are you a manager?" Han laughed, "What's so hard to believe that I'm a group member?"
I asked, "What group?"
"Stray Kids."
The realization hit. My eyes widened.
Oh my god, I screamed at a celebrity.
I shook my head.
No Y/N, stand on business.
I smiled, "Yeah, sounds like some bullshit. I'll google it later. See ya."
I did the audition. I felt pretty confident that I'd make it in. JYPE needed a choreographer, and that's what I am.
I also did some googling and found out I live next to Minsung.
Are they actually that gay, though?
I went down a rabbit hole of Minsung edits and concluded that they were definitely in love with each other.
I drove home to my apartment. Tanner was already inside. "You will never guess what I found out today."
Tanner smiled, "That you live next door to StrayKids. I know."
I was about to scream, but I stayed quiet. "Now I look like a stalker because I auditioned under their company."
Tanner laughed and asked, "You hungry?" I nodded with a pout. "I was gonna take you out to dinner." I cheered, "That's what I needed!"
We were out at dinner. I had a bowl of ramen, and Tanner was eating a lobster special.
"I heard that Minho leads the dance squad. Most of the dancers were in his dance crew."
I sighed, "So it's over for me." Tanner was finding this whole schpiel hilarious. I crashed out on my future boss. "So what? I'm not gonna make it in. The best thing for me is to background dance for HYBE."
Tanner sucked in an anxious breath, "Yeah... not gonna happen."
I watched as he took a sip of his Coke. He looked back at me and said, "I have to go overseas next week. I have a show."
I smiled, "Really? How'd you manage to do that?"
He shrugged, "My manager probably sucked a couple people's dick's."
My mouth opened in shock, "Tanner! Shut up!" He laughed. At heart, he still is simply a man.
I finished my food, "Is your mom going with you or not?" He asked, "Why?" I groaned, "I'll eat nothing but takeout for a while."
Tanner smiled, "True. Just try eating out more."
I sighed, and we both got up.
"BYE! Be safe, I'll miss you!" Tanner kissed the top of my head and gave me a tight hug. I said in a muffled voice, "I'll miss you too."
He smiled and ran off.
I bit my lip as I watched him go into TSA.
I walked off and made my way back to my car.
It's five in the morning.
I drove through a fast food drive-through.
I sat in my car eating as I reviewed my emails. I had an email from JYP Entertainment.
I opened it and quirked an eyebrow.
"What the-"
I gasped, "I MADE IT IN!"
I cheered to myself as I watched the people in the parking lot give me stares. I ducked and excitedly texted Tanner the news.
I drove home and threw away the bag.
My first day would be starting tomorrow. I was so excited.
The anticipation of knowing I'd be employed again was terrific.
I almost couldn't sleep from the thoughts bubbling in my mind.
I woke up earlier than my alarm and decided to get ready.
I had to start choreographing for their comeback RIGHT NOW.
I was speeding out of my apartment when I ran into Han again. "Hey?" I smiled and said, "Hi!" I looked at Han. I realized something. I asked, "Are you going to the same place?" He smiled, "Probably."
I looked at the buttons and asked, "You want me to drive you there?" Han laughed. His smile was bright as he said, "I'm a millionaire."
I rolled my eyes, "Cancel your damn Uber. I'm supposed to meet with your other member today anyway."
Han smiled, "You are. Changbin, Chan, and I. We're all getting to know you."
I paused. "Eh? All three?" Han nodded, "Yeah, we all produce the music. Then, you teach the choreo to Minho, and he adjusts it how he likes, and you both teach it to the group."
Everything started to settle in, "So, I have to like... meet you guys."
Han laughed, "Don't be too embarrassed. I would've yelled at Minho, too. He can be annoying."
I let out a deep breath. I walked Han to my car, and he got in. I started to pull off, and Han typed on his phone. "What groups have you've done choreography for?" I glanced at him before returning back to the road.
"Ah, I did some for Enhypen, Ateez, and Beyoncé."
Han's eyes widened, "BEYONCE?" I nodded, "She's very detail-oriented."
"Wow, you're the real deal." I laughed, "I wouldn't say so. I kind of just reached the top of America. I wanted to come here and work up."
He listened as I continued to talk, "I'm thinking of going to Japan after... maybe Spain... Shakira would be fun."
Han laughed, "The fact that those are your goals tells me that you're the shit."
I smiled. When we finally made it to the building, we entered the studio.
I entered in, pulling my beanie down further. "Hey? I mean, annyeong-haseyo or some shit..."
Chan laughed, "We can speak English." I smiled, "Kidding, I know Korean fluently."
Changbin quirked an eyebrow, "Really?" I nodded, "Yeah, I have a Korean-American friend. His family taught me." I looked at the mirror as I stretched. "So what are we doing?"
Chan sat on the floor, "We have title tracks we need dances for. Lee Know is gonna meet us here. He had a photo shoot."
I looked at Han, "I thought you said I wouldn't have to deal with him today?"
Changbin asked, "You've already met?" "He's my fucking neighbor."
He furrowed his eyebrows, "What'd he do? I know he's an asshole." I suddenly felt the need to defend him, "He's not an asshole... He's just loud."
Chan just sighed, "Wait until you meet the rest of the team."
I groaned. Chan laughed as he looked at his phone, "I have this song, it's called LALALALA, then Megaverse, maybe Comflex."
I said, "Alright, play it. Let me see what I come up with on the spot."
He played 'LALALALA' first. I nodded my head with the melody, "Ya'll produced this? This is fire."
Chan smiled. The song went off, and I said, "I have an idea. Can you stand for me?"
I put them in a triangle formation and stood up front. "I think we can do a stuttering movement for the beginning."
I told Chan to play the song and started to do the dance. My shoulders shook as I stared at the mirror. Han loudly said, "Wa! I love it!"
I smiled, "Right? Just send me the songs, and I'll figure it out."
Chan laughed, "Yeah, for sure."
The door floor opened, and in walked Minho. He had a full face of makeup and sweatpants. "Ya. I made it."
I looked up to see Minho. Something about his aura was intense. When he's at home, he has this carefree attitude. Minho was being professional.
I said, "Hi, I'm your choreographer."
Minho paused as he looked me over. He gave me a tiny bow before sitting with the boys. I turned to Han, "Is he socially awkward or an asshole?"
Han shrugged, "A little bit of both." I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I couldn't storm over to Tanner's house and yell about Minho. I had to be professional.
Minho asked, "So, what are we working with."
Chan turned to me. His eyes softened as he explained, "Y/N already had an idea for the choreography for LALALALA."
Minho turned to me as if he was expecting something. His stare was cold, but I needed to be myself.
I'm hot-headed and confident. Why was Minho making me feel stupid?
I stood up, and Changbin stood with me. Chan turned on the beat, and they watched as I danced in the mirror.
I felt like an idiot doing it with only Changbin.
"Ya, that's awesome. Sit down." I looked at Minho. He still had this aloofness, but his eyes were glistening.
I sat down, "We were gonna leave it to you two to do the rest of the choreo." My head snapped to Han.
I mouthed, "Betrayal." He cheesed, "I have to do some stuff in the studio." Chan grunted as he got up, "Yeah, me too." Changbin started getting up, "Yeonjun wanted to hang."
He blew a kiss to Minho, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Disgusting." I laughed while looking at him. Minho turned to me, and we made eye contact.
His stare was so intense it made my stomach churn.
"You think it's funny?" I let out a nervous laugh instead, "Ah, no."
Minho continued staring before he cracked a smile, "I'm just messing with you. C'mon."
I got up with him. He said, "So, this choreo you made up. Are you gonna demonstrate?"
I smiled, "It looked better in my head. I don't know if everyone is gonna like it." Minho had this unreadable expression on his face. Only his eyes told me something. "That's fine."
I awkwardly stepped behind him, and he turned to look at me. "What are you doing?" I offered the stage, "You have something in mind?"
His eyes softened, "You're cute." My eyes widened, "CUTE? I'm not cute!"
He laughed, "Yeah. Play the song, I'll show you what I wanted."
He started dancing. I looked at it carefully. I like the way his body moves. It's so fluid and natural. He makes dancing look easy.
"Yeah, I like it."
He turned around, "Yeah?" I nodded. Minho smiled, "Good. Alright, that's enough for the day. I'm tired."
My mouth dropped open, "We just started." He smiled, "You can stay behind if you want. I'm going home."
I stood there in shock as Minho actually grabbed his bags. He turned around and took a look at me. "Wait. Have you eaten?"
I thought back. I hadn't eaten since 5 in the morning. It was 12pm. "I had uhm... I had fast food this morning."
Minho's face dropped, "When?" I gulped, "At 5."
His eyes widened, "AM?! Jesus. Let's go."
I asked, "Let's go where?" He walked back over and pulled the corner of my shirt. "Let's go."
I let him drag me to his car, "Wait, how am I getting to work tomorrow?" Minho laughed, "We're going to the same place, at the same time, for the next two to three months. I can drive you."
I pouted as he basically threw me in the car. He closed the door behind me and climbed into the driver's seat.
He started driving off, but I recognized the route. We were going home. Minho said, "Do you often not eat? Do you get distracted by work?"
I smiled, "Kinda. But, usually, my friend Tanner brings food."
His body tensed, "Tanner? I thought Tanner was your boyfriend?"
I smiled, "I lied. I thought you were a gay creep."
Minho furrowed his eyebrows, "I'm not a creep!"
Okay, but you didn't deny my gay allegations.
"Well... you're a strange guy."
Minho rolled his eyes, "You're coming to my place. I still have leftovers from last night."
I walked with him to his apartment, and he pressed the key.
He walked into the apartment, and it felt like my home.
Minho was maternal. I could tell by how he kept everything. No dishes in the sink, laundry half folded in the living room, rows of shoes at the door.
"Sorry for the mess. Make yourself at home." I sat on the island bar stool. Minho pulled out a pot and put it back on the gas stove. I watched as he stirred the soup.
He went back in his fridge and heated up some rice.
It wasn't long before he made me a plate. The portion was just right, while his was huge. "It smells good."
Minho had that faint smirk on his face, "Yeah? Taste it."
I blew the hot soup and ate it. It tasted like Tanner's mom's cooking.
"This tastes like how Tanner's mom makes it."
Minho smiled, "Is that a good thing?" "Yes! She's my second mom."
Minho asked, "Tanner, is he your only friend?" I squinted at him, "No! Actually, I'm friends with some people from your old crew. Tanner is my childhood friend."
He quirked an eyebrow, "Really? You two must be really close then."
I nodded, "We are. Tanner has been there for me." Minho nodded, "That sounds like a good friend." I smiled, "I was over his house more than I was at mine."
Minho laughed, "I'm sure you're pretty invasive." I plucked his arm, and Minho flinched. "Aye! I'm not invasive."
"Kinda are." I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. "You're invasive. You've fed me, let me in your car, and home... you're crazy."
Minho smiled, "You don't eat. You can't dance well if you don't have a good diet."
I sighed as I ate the rice, "I guess."
Minho looked forward, "You plan on telling Tanner how you really feel about him?" I tensed, "I don't like Tanner. I had a crush on him in high school, but that ended quickly."
Minho turned to look at me. His eyes were soft. I asked, "Do you plan on telling Han how you feel about him?"
Minho smiled, "Yeah, right."
I couldn't help but ask. That's the second time Minho didn't blatantly deny being gay.
"Minho, do you like men?" He laughed, "No, Y/N." I asked, "Why haven't you screamed you're not gay yet?"
Minho laughed through his nose, "Because it doesn't make me angry? There are the worst things I could be called. Also, I'm used to people thinking Han is my gay lover."
I smiled, "So, just to clarify, you like women?" Minho stared into my eyes.
He turned away and shrugged it off, "Why? You plan on asking out your boss or something?"
I froze amd spat, "No." Minho stood up and grabbed our plates. He asked, "You done?" I nodded. He walked over to the sink and started rinsing the plates off. "Are you afraid of me or something?"
I relaxed, "I'm not afraid of you. You make me feel awkward."
I couldn't see his face, "I get that a lot."
I sighed, "Yeah, and you're lowkey an asshole. You're a great cook, though. You do a lot of sweet actions. Like, feed me. But, I don't know, I'm the type of girl who needs to be told I love-"
I stopped talking. Minho didn't say anything as he waited for a response. He turned around quickly, "Wae?"
I shook my head, "Nothing. Anyways, thanks for the food. I'm going home." Minho walked over, "What just happened?" I shook my head, "Nothing, I just need to go home."
Minho grabbed my hand, and I looked at him. His facial expression was unreadable, "You walk out in the middle of conversations often?"
I laughed, "I don't want to overshare." Minho pulled away, "I won't make you." I sighed, "Okay. I really wanna go. I have to clean up my house and get ready for tomorrow."
His face stayed stoic, "Right, see you tomorrow."
I walked out of his house and calmed down. I stopped talking not because I was oversharing. I caught myself liking him more than I should.
I threw on my backpack and grabbed my keys. I stopped in my tracks as I realized. "Fuck." I stormed out of my house and knocked on Minho's door.
It wasn't long before the door swung open. Han was scratching his head as he yawned. "Y/N-ah. What's wrong?"
I said, "Minho needs to drive me to the building because my car is still there." Han quirked an eyebrow, "Woah, where'd you two go last night?"
I said, "Here. I ate the food." Han invited me into the apartment, and I slid off my shoes. I sat on the couch feeling uncomfortable. Han asked, "Did you eat anything?" I shook my head, "I can't eat much before work. It makes me feel like I'm gonna throw up."
Han sighed and walked away from the fridge. Minho was showering. I could hear the water splashing from the living room. I asked, "Minho won't walk out here naked, right?
Han turned to me and said, "I'll be right back."
He ran to the bathroom and opened the door. I could hear his voice, "Hyung." "Mhm?" Lee Know responded calmly. This must not be the first time he's walked into the bathroom with him.
I know the two of them are gay.
"Y/N is here. She's waiting for you."
I didn't hear the rest because I stopped paying attention.
I got comfortable on the couch, and the early morning tiredness started to get to me.
My head hit the back of the couch, and I fell asleep.
I woke up to Han standing over me, "Y/N."
I slowly woke up. "Let's go. We gotta go to practice."
I lazily walked to the door and slid on my shoes. I slowly trailed behind the guys. They were talking about nothing. I sprawled across the backseat and fell asleep.
It was a short nap. I was as energetic as ever once we made it to dance practice.
Minho was in the mirror doing the choreo I taught him as I hopped around. "You like?! I came up with it in my dream."
Minho hadn't smiled, "You need to sit down."
I shook my head, "Make me." Minho was quick to walk over to me, grab both my wrists, and sit me on the couch.
I stared at his tired eyes and looked away. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and my breath hitched. Minho pulled away, "Sorry." I looked back at him. His ears were burning red.
"It's okay, you're tired."
Minho stepped back, and I stayed there silently.
Practice was over, and Minho was being really awkward. I understood why he did that, but I couldn't get over his ears. They were so red. I was starting to doubt it was from embarrassment.
Honestly, I liked the way he took control. It was so intimate. But Minho was pushing it away.
I decided to lead, "I'm pretty hungry. Can I come over?"
Minho's ears went back to red, "To eat? Yeah."
I smiled, "Okay. I'll meet you at the apartment."
I got in the car. I had to sit there and think. Minho was starting to look attractive to me. He's gay. Minho can't possibly like me.
Okay, maybe he's bisexual.
I bit my lip as I thought about Minho touching me. Fuck I wanted him all over me.
I pushed those thoughts down and drove off to our apartment.
I got in the elevator and made my way up to his floor. I walked into the hallway and knocked. "Passwords 0325." I put it in, and it opened.
"Hey. You didn't have to start cooking."
"I did. We didn't have any leftovers." I smiled. He was cooking meat.
"What time did you go to sleep last night? You were sleeping all day."
I thought, "Pretty late. I always have issues with falling asleep, though." Minho looked at me like I was the oddest human.
I interrupted what he was about to say, "I gotta pee. Where's the bathroom?" He pointed at the door, "That one doesn't work. Use the one in my room."
I waited for him to look up again. He stared, "My room is on the left."
I nodded and walked to his room. It was clean and smelled like him. There weren't many personal items in his room. There was an occasional cat photo and family photo, but nothing else.
I walked into his bathroom and did my business. I washed my hands and looked at his sink.
Toothpaste, Listerine, Q-tips, and two toothbrushes,
Two? I wonder who the other one is for?
The way they sit next to each other is intimate. That toothbrush is for someone else.
I backed away as my heart shattered.
Is he in a relationship? That's a shame. I think I was starting to like him.
I walked out of the bathroom. Minho was standing in the doorway. "You were taking a while, I thought you started stealing."
I laughed while emptying my pockets. I said, "I was washing my hands." Minho stare on his face was intense. Well, it would be if I didn't see his soft eyes.
"What's wrong?" "I'm hungry! Let's eat!"
I ran past Minho. I was already in the cabinet to grab a plate. "Ya, wait." He ran after me.
He didn't take his eyes off me, and I couldn't let my facade falter.
If I were his girlfriend, I'd be pissed if he had a girl in here and feeding her. Is this guy a two-timer?
Minho sat next to me and ate. "Is it good?" I smiled, "Mhm! It's delicious."
He let out a long sigh, "What's up? Something's wrong." I pushed back, "Noth-"
Minho quirked his eyebrow, and I sighed. "You got a boyfriend?" Minho smiled, "I'm not gay, Y/N. Seriously." I said, "Well, a girlfriend."
Minho laughed, "What is with you?" I felt easy, "Well, you have another toothbrush in your bathroom."
"I do? It's probably Yongbok's. He and Han stayed up playing video games."
"Yongbok is your team member?" He nodded, "Yeah. Why are you so hellbent on my sex life?"
I shook my head, "I'm not! It would've been weird if I was over your house if you had a girlfriend."
Minho rolled his eyes. "Well, I feed the homeless often."
I smacked his shoulder, and he laughed. "Asshole."
The next day was a break from practice. I stayed home and watched TV all day until I got a text.
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Ilikemenhoe
Come over
You
Bootycall?
Ilikemenhoe
No pabo you haven't eaten
Ilikemenhoe
Not a doordash or anything has hit your door
Ilikemenhoe
Han and I are eating right now
Ilikemenhoe
Passcode is 0325
You
Ugh, I don't feel like getting up
Ilikemenhoe
I'm not playing with you
You
Ouu talk to me dirty
Ilikemenhoe
You talk different over the phone
You
SHUT UP
You
FINE i'm coming
Ilikemenhoe
Looks who talking dirty now
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I laughed and slid on some slippers. I walked into Minho's apartment, and Han looked up from his phone. "Ah, what are you doing here?"
I pointed at Minho, "He invited me for a meal."
I sat down and got a serving. It was quiet before Han said, "Anyways, I was trying to, but it wouldn't let me."
Minho nodded, "Mm, I'll look at it later." I looked at the two of them talking and shrunk into my own head.
I saw Han look at me and say, "Y/N? How's practice?"
I jolted up, "Good. Your songs make for easy choreo."
Minho laughed and looked at me, "Really? You were crying about how you wanted to give up yesterday." "That's different. You be getting on my nerves!"
Han looked at the two of us bickering, "Uh huh..."
Han asked, "Ya'll in love with each other?" We both turned around at the same time, "What? No."
Minho said, "You don't know what you're talking about."
Han quirked an eyebrow while staring at his eyes. He grabbed for his drink, leaving it to spill all over me.
I scooted back quickly, "Aw shit."
Han looked at me, "I'm so sorry! Let me help."
Except he couldn't. It was all over my chest. I waved my hands, "It's fine. I live next door, I'll just..."
Before I could finish, Han threw off his hoodie and handed it to me.
"At least let me clean your clothes."
I sighed, "Fine."
I changed in the half bathroom and gave Han my shirt. His hoodie was big on me. It fell farther from my hands and reached just above my knee.
"Are you comfortable?" Minho's jaw was tight as he forced out those pretty words. "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" I lifted the hoodie, and Minho started rapidly blinking. He saw my pajama shorts underneath, and his chest relaxed.
"It's just you guys." Minho's eyes softened. He liked that I was comfortable being dressed down around him.
"Yeah." Han came back and sat back at the table. "Again. I'm sorry." I smiled and touched his arm caringly, "It's okay, Han."
Minho's eye twitched as he stared at us. He looked me over again and again. Han asked, "Is my hoodie comfortable?"
I smiled, "Definitely! Where'd you get it?"
He admitted, "I think it's a Gucci hoodie. I don't remember." I laughed, "Wow. Wish I could not remember if it's Gucci or Versace."
Han laughed. I picked up the last dumpling and ate. I was chewing while Minho silently stared down Han. "Minho. What's wrong?"
He turned to me and took a deep breath. "Nothing. I'm full."
I read the room. I think the two needed to be alone to make out or something. I said, "I'm gonna get going. Call me when my clothes are done Hannie."
Minho jolted, and we both looked at him, "I will."
Han's eyes didn't leave Minho's as I carefully walked out.
As soon as I closed the door, I heard Han start to yell. I laughed and entered my apartment. I sat on my couch to continue my show.
My phone dinged three times, and I had to look at it.
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Hannie
Aye you like Minho right?
Hannie
He obviously likes you
Hannie
Sorry for spilling the drink it was for an experiment
You
What experiment????
You
Who said i liked Minho????????
Hannie
You saw how quiet he got when you were wearing my hoodie
You
I did
Hannie
I'm going to the studio tonight
Hannie
Come over when the clothes are done in my hoodie and see what he does
You
Why tho???
Hannie
You'll see
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It was about two hours of silence until I heard my phone ring again. This time, my heart quickened. I knew it was Minho, and it made me nervous. He texted me that my clothes were done.
It was about 12 AM now, and I was prepping for sleep. Han's hoodie was long abandoned.
I slipped it back on and made my way into the apartment. I put the code in and walked inside. Minho was in the kitchen cleaning up.
He looked over, "Mm, it's over there."
I looked at Minho as he stared at the hoodie. He wanted to rip it off. His jaw was tight, his muscles tensed, and his eyes locked on the hoodie.
I walked to the couch and reached down to pick it up. I felt the hoodie ride up, showing my shorts underneath.
I heard Minho grunt, and then he pretended to clear his throat.
Oh shit, he wants me.
I walked over to the door, and Minho cornered me. "Why haven't you changed out the hoodie?"
I bit my lip as my eyes widened. Minho's hand tugged on the hem, and a whimper left my throat. "I'll change out of it when I get home."
He growled, "Yeah? Good."
He let go. I could tell it was physically painful to restrain himself from me. I wanted him too, but I haven't had sex before.
I walked out and called for Tanner. He answered, "Hey! It's been a while!"
I said, "Tanner! I have a fat crush on my neighbor."
"Woah! I missed a couple of chapters." I said, "Well, I hadn't eaten much, and Minho noticed. He started inviting me over to eat. Han spilled something on me, and Minho was seething at the thought of me in his hoodie. Now I want him. What do I do?!"
Tanner said it like it was the obvious, "Uhm, take his clothes off."
"I've never-" "I know," Tanner interrupted. His eyes were soft, "You're dealing with a grown man. You're gonna have to eventually."
I sighed, "Maybe I should talk to him tomorrow."
Tanner smiled, "You should."
I skipped into Minho's apartment. I called, "Minho, come here."
He walked out of his bedroom. His hair was messy, his face was red and puffy, and he was shirtless.
His abs were chiseled, and his chest was broad. My breath hitched as my teeth sunk into my bottom lip.
"What?" He threw on his shirt and sat on the couch, "I like you."
Minho's head turned quickly, "Eh?" "You heard me."
He stomped over to me. Minho grabbed my hands, "You like me?" I nodded.
Minho was staring me down like I was prey. I could tell he was aggressive in the bedroom. Something about Minho made me feel so hot.
"You sure?" I nodded, "Let's make this happen."
Minho was careful. He leaned down and sank his soft lips into mine. He pulled away, and a click from our lips echoed between us.
I lifted my head and let my hand travel to his face. He leaned back in and kissed me deeper. My arms wrapped around his neck. His hands grabbed my waist to keep me steady. I gasped when his hand squeezed my ass.
I pulled away first, "Minho. I should let you know that-" "I know. I won't do anything you're not ready for."
Minho and I have been peacefully dating for a month. It was a month of will we, won't we.
Make-out sessions would turn heated too quickly. One minute, we're eating, and the next minute, I'm sprawled on the table. Minho is shoving his tongue down my throat.
His hands would travel all over me when we'd be practicing.
Minho was an intense and passionate person.
I, on the other hand, was too shy. I'd pull away when I'd feel Minho's boner. I'd tell him to stop when he touched too far. I'd push him away when he'd kiss me too hard.
I was constantly shooting him down, and I could tell it was getting to him.
My touchy-feely boyfriend was distant.
The only time we'd touch these days was when we'd cuddled.
Minho started inviting me over to help me sleep. Of course, we'd cuddled and snuggled. Sometimes, I'd feel Minho growing in size.
He used to pull me into it, but now, when he gets a boner, he turns around. If it gets so bad, he leaves and doesn't return until I've fallen asleep.
As nervous and innocent as I am, I missed how touchy he was.
He doesn't tell me he likes me. He shows me. He touches me, feeds me, and hangs out with me.
Now he doesn't slap my ass when I look sexy. He stares and walks off.
I came over for my routine sleepover in Han's hoodie.
I had forgotten it was Han's. I noticed it smelled different but didn't think much of it.
Minho grabbed me by the hips as I walked through the front door.
"No. Take that off."
I hugged him, "Hmm." Minho's grip tightened as he said, "That's Han's hoodie." I looked down and touched it, "Oh, I forgot about that."
Minho smiled, "Then take it off."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes, "Make me."
He pulled away, but not far enough because my arms trapped him.
"What's gotten into you?" I didn't answer. "I think we should have a talk."
I let go, and we walked to his room. He closed and locked the door behind us. I couldn't get a word out because he was already skipping past me to his closet.
"Here."
I threw a snuggly hoodie, "Let's go to sleep."
I held the hoodie and shook my head, "No. I want you to take it off me." Minho paused and sucked in a breath. "What are you talking about?"
I said, "Come take it off." Minho leaned close to my ear. He whispered, "I'm not playing with you. If it were up to me, I'd fuck you to the edge and not let you cum. I'd beat myself and cum all over that hoodie and give it back to Han just like that. You better start changing."
I bit my lip, and a whimper came out. "I want you to."
Minho pulled away, and a calm breath escaped his lips. He closed his eyes and said, "Not until you're ready."
"I am ready."
Minho's eyes widened, and he rapidly blinked at me. 'What?"
I pulled his arms, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, "I want you to take my virginity."
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, "Yeah? Well, I won't be the rough boyfriend you expect. I like it slow and gentle."
"That's okay too."
I scooted to the headboard, and Minho kissed me. He tilted his head, and I felt his warm tongue swipe my bottom lip. His smooth teeth bit my bottom lip.
I whined when he pulled away. Minho sat on the bed and pulled me on top. I kissed him again, and he pushed me back, "You have to tell me what you like. You have to show me where to touch you. I don't want to hurt you."
I nodded, and Minho's lips connected to my neck. I pulled his hands to wrap around my waist. My hips started to move on their own. He steadied my hips, "Slow down, Jagiya."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he slowly flipped us over. His body seeped between my legs as his kisses moved to my collarbone.
"Take this stupid hoodie off."
He was swiping it off my body in a quick motion. "You make me crazy." He kissed down my chest as I looked at his lips connected with my breast.
He took off my bra, and his tongue licked my nipples. I moaned. I grabbed his hair, "I want you to kiss me."
He let go and kissed me deeply. I shoved my hand in my pants and tried to touch myself. Minho grabbed my hands with one hand and raised them above my head. "Not yet."
I watched as he kissed down my stomach to the hem of my shorts. He pulled down my shorts, and I felt the breeze.
My stomach sucked in rapidly as I felt him flick his thumb over my clit. I moaned, "I like that."
Minho raised his head between his legs. His eyes were so intense. My hand dove back as I closed my eyes.
Minho seeped his middle finger into my hole. I gasped at the burning feeling.
"I got you."
He sucked on my clit, and I let out a whine. His tongue lapped over my bundle of nerves. My wet slick spilled all over his finger. I felt his knuckle against my walls, and my pussy clenched around him.
He smiled, "Fuck. Do that when I'm in you."
He added two more digits. My legs shook from the thin line of pain and pleasure. I gripped the sheets, and my eyes squeezed shut.
He stretched out my little hole mercilessly. Nothing but his name could come out of my throat, "Minho~ It feels so good~" I kept singing to him.
His mouth wasn't done sucking on my bud. I was hot and sticky from sweat. My legs begged to come together like magnets.
All I could do was let him ruin me.
The sounds of wet sucking and the drool sliding down to Minho's quick pace were enough to make me cum alone.
My stomach was aching for the orgasm that was building up. Minho's fingers moved quickly beneath my folds. It sent a rapid wave of pleasure shooting up and down my spine.
"Ah~ It feels so good."
Minho didn't respond. He was too distracted. He pulled me closer by my thigh. I felt my body start to shake. Minho's other hand grabbed my tits and started playing with my nipples.
I shuddered, and I started cumming. My walls fluttered around Minho's fingers as I let out shaky breaths.
I've never had the stamina to do more than two rounds. I was already tired and fucked out.
Minho asked, "You want me to wear a condom?"
His eyes were intense as he stared at me. I shook my head, "You only kiss me, right?"
Minho smiled. He leaned down to give me a sweet kiss. The ones we'd give each other after not seeing each other all day.
The butterflies returned back to my stomach.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his tongue swiped my bottom lip. His soft lips pressed against mine, and his sharp nose pressed into my cheek.
I gripped his shirt, and he pulled away. "You want me to take this off?" I nodded, "Yes, please."
He smiled at my politeness.
He was taking off his shirt and underwear. Now, he was just as naked as me.
He towered on top of me. His whole face was red now. His dick rubbed against my folds. His precum was cold, making me wonder how long he was holding out for.
He was thrusting against my clit for a minute as he sucked my neck. My hips bucked into him. His tip accidentally pressed into my hole.
We both moaned. My breathing got heavy as my body got hot again.
I begged, "Please! Minho, I can't take it anymore."
He pushed himself slowly into my folds, and I waited until he bottomed out.
It hurt so much. I've never been stretched out like this before.
He didn't move an inch. He isolated his lower half and kissed my cheek. I pulled him in for a kiss on the lips.
My head tilted as his tongue slipped between my lips again. I felt my body relax. Minho started to move, and I gasped against his mouth.
"I know jagiya. It's okay."
He was so gentle and slow. His voice was soft. He never gets soft.
It's moments like these when I realize how tender he really is.
His thrust got quicker. His strokes go deep. I looked at where we were connected and couldn't help but notice a bulge in my stomach.
I cried, "Minho, you're so big."
He looked down at the bulge, and his face got redder. His eyes widened, and he sank. His head lay in the crook of my neck, and he picked up the pace.
He fucked me into the mattress. My body recoiled against his and the bouncy surface.
My pussy twitched, and Minho groaned so loud in my ear.
"Oh fuck. Y/N, you're so tight."
His dick made it to my G-spot, and I screamed, "Yes! Minho, yes!"
Minho growled, "That feels good? Do you like it when I destroy you like that? Yeah? Dirty girl."
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the ache became unbearable. My legs shook, and my grip on him got tighter. "I'm g-gonna cum."
"Cum or me baby. Cum all over this big dick."
I whimpered as I felt myself release all over him. Minho didn't go any slower as he chased his own high.
His cum filled me up. My body relaxed, and Minho pulled out.
I whined from the coldness. "Come back."
A laugh escaped his nose as he wrapped us in blankets.
He big-spooned me and sank his cock back into my little hole.
My pussy fluttered. I said, "You definitely don't like men." Minho laughed, "I know, Y/N."
I calmly fell asleep in his arms.
When I woke up, Minho was still there. He was watching me sleep. He pushed a loc back in my bonnet and smiled. "Good morning."
I smiled, "Morning, baby."
Our relationship was as good as new.
Minho has a high sex drive, so we'd fuck at least five times a week. And that's multiple times in a day.
He's even more touchy than before, too.
Fuck... I loved him.
#SoundCloud#stray kids#skz smut#skz#skz x reader#Kpop#kpop smut#kpop headcanons#bang chan#bangchan#lee know#lee know x reader#minho x reader#minho skz#minho stray kids#seungmin#han#lee minho#kim seungmin#lee felix#leeknow smut#leeknow x reader#leeknow skz#leeknow fluff#skz fanfic#han jisung#changbin#stray kids smut#i.n skz#jeongin
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What I need to see more in Merlin modern AUs fanfictions is Arthur trying to be conventionally funny and therefore him trying to make his friends’ circle laugh, but he just gets all these weird, fond looks because no, he’s not funny, he’s not funny by a fucking mile, but his friends love him, so there’s that.
The one person who always cracks up at Arthur’s jokes, tho? You bet. Merlin will be right there cackling like a fucking duck that’s being chocked by an evil witch and snorting, even if Arthur said the stupidest thing on earth.
They’re that type of couple.
I imagine it going something like this:
Arthur: So then, I asked: how do you make Holy water?
The entire Round Table waits patiently for Arthur’s answer: Ehm… How?
Arthur, smiling: You boil the hell out of it, HA! *slaps hand on the table*
*everyone silently looks at each other, wonders if Uther’s lack of affection permanently affected their friend’s communication skills*
*Meanwhile, Merlin next to him dies of laughter, and slaps Arthur’s shoulder, like he’s the funniest comedian he’s ever crossed paths with*
*Arthur is happy he made Merlin laugh :)*
Gwaine, on the verge of a breakdown: Yeah, no, mate, that was not funny, at all—
Percival goes wide eyed: Do you have a death wish—?!?!
Gwaine: Someone has got to tell him—
*Merlin grabs Gwaine by the collar and growls on his face, while he still laughs at Arthur’s jokes and watches him attempt to make another, thinking he’s got everyone hooked*
Merlin, smiling through gritted teeth: Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Gwaine, or I’ll cut your hair while you sleep.
*Gwaine clutches on his hair like a fair maiden*
*Guinevere wants to be put to death rather than to listen to Arthur trying to be funny, again*
*Elyan is fast asleep because Arthur’s talks vary from animals documentaries to history documentaries*
*Percival reins in Gwaine from getting killed*
*Leon nods and smiles, trying to be supportive, but his laughs are so fake, Merlin shoots him daggers from across the table*
*Lancelot takes videos so he can re-play them when he’s sad, and threaten Merlin with them*
Bonus:
*Merthur going back to their home after the night ended at four in the morning, just because Arthur insisted on explaining how adorable sharks actually are*
*cuddling on the bed, Arthur on Merlin’s chest*
Arthur: It was a funny night, wasn’t it☺️🥰😊?
Merlin, tired to the bones and pecking Arthur on his temple: Of course it was, you made everyone laugh *rubs his shoulder*
Arthur: Yeah, I did☺️🥰😌🤍✨ *happily goes to sleep*
(Merlin will need to find a way to tell his husband that he’s probably the most boring man he ever met in his entire life)
I NEED A FIC ENTIRELY LIKE THIS😭
#all of this to say arthur is probably the most autistic man to ever autism#and i exist#rip me i had to search dad jokes for this#because i make dad jokes on a daily basis#and no one thinks i’m funny :(#i get you arthur#merthur#bbc merlin#merlin#arthur pendragon#merlin bbc#merlin x arthur#merlin fanfic#merlin fic idea#ao3
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And Seek Delirium

oh, he’s so in love
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
warnings: lawyer!alex (loosely), smut, (slight) sub!alex, handjob, fucking, rimming (f receiving), and one finger goes in briefly, begging, he’s down bad and clingy, think that’s all (no cocobolo)
word count: 6.8k
You had barely settled into bed when the intercom buzzed, loud enough to cut through the pillow you’d been pressing over your ears, pulling you from the soft cocoon. You groaned, dragging the pillow over your head as if it might somehow muffle the obnoxious sound. No such luck. It rang again, louder this time. The buzzing persisted, insistent, demanding your attention until you finally caved, throwing the covers off and scrambling over to answer.
You groaned, rolling over and scrambling toward the receiver. “Hello?” you said, half-expecting what was coming and knowing exactly who was coming but too tired to be sure.
On the other end, Alex’s voice crackled through. “I’m here. I’m here.” he announced, almost triumphant, a little too loud, a little too slurred. That slur in his words made it obvious. He’d been drinking. Hard.
He sounded winded too, like he’d just run to your building when he realised how late it was, probably trying to make up for lost time. You could picture him now, leaning against the wall downstairs, his face probably pressed and squished to the cold metal of the intercom, his breath warm and sticky from whatever he’d been drinking. His words were muffled and lazy, like he was talking with his mouth almost right up against the speaker.
The thought made you smile, even if he was a little late. Okay, a lot late. He had probably been knocking back drinks with some people he was handling business with, forgetting about the time until the alcohol caught up to him.
“I was already in bed.” you sighed, resting your forehead against the wall. You weren't really mad, just...tired. He was supposed to be here hours ago, but you knew how these nights went.
He laughed softly, a low rumble that vibrated through the intercom. “That’s perfect. I’ll just get in with you. Let me in.” he mumbled, voice slightly muffled, probably because his cheek was still glued to the cold metal.
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth betrayed you. He had a key, he just didn’t have the one for downstairs anymore. You’d lost count of how many times he’d shown up needing to be buzzed in because he was waiting for someone to come out or for you to answer, usually after he’d lost track of time doing exactly what he was doing tonight.
“I was almost asleep, babe. I’m tired.” you tried again, your voice softer this time, but still teasing him. You’d picked up on the intentions in his voice already.
There was a beat of silence on his end before you heard a soft snicker, and then “I’ll wake you up…with my penis.” he said, dragging out the words, elongating that last one like it was the funniest thing he’d ever said, followed by a self-satisfied chuckle. You could practically hear him shifting against the intercom, probably playing with the buttons like they were the most interesting thing in the world right now, no doubt drawing curious looks from any passerby.
You couldn't help it. You laughed. Despite the absurdity, despite how late it was, there was something about him when he got like this. “You’re an idiot.” you muttered, pressing the buzzer to let him in, already hearing him muttering something incoherent into the speaker as the door unlocked.
He didn’t wait for you to say anything more, probably didn’t even notice the door unlocking. It was a good thing too because, as you heard the faint click of the front door opening, you were sure he wouldn’t have made it up otherwise. His usual trick of relying on a neighbour or someone leaving the building to sneak him in had come in clutch once again.
Alex leaned back from the intercom just in time to see the girl from the floor below heading out, probably on her way to get just as drunk as he already was. He gave her a lazy wave as he stumbled into the building, feeling victorious. His legs were jelly, his head spinning just enough that the idea of climbing the stairs felt like an Olympic event. Still, he managed, one hand braced against the railing as he took each step slowly, as if he was conserving what little energy he had left.
You could hear the faint sounds of his footsteps from the stairwell below. He could’ve taken the elevator. But he was probably too impatient, or too drunk to bother finding the button, his mind already half focused on the thought of getting to your bed.
By the time he reached your door, he could barely remember how many floors he’d climbed, only that the light outside your apartment felt too bright and the hallway felt too narrow. He fumbled for a second, knocking half-heartedly before leaning against the door, waiting for you to let him in.
You could hear him fumbling with the handle, cursing softly under his breath before you finally swung it open. He stumbled in, leaning against the doorframe for a moment, looking as though he’d just finished running a marathon. His hair was a mess, his jacket half-off his shoulder, and he gave you a lopsided grin that was pure, unapologetic Alex.
He straightened up, trying to appear more put-together than he actually was. His shirt was untucked, his belt buckle halfway undone as though he’d already started stripping down on the way. His grin was boyish and crooked, eyes glazed but warm as he saw you standing there in your pyjamas, rubbing your tired eyes.
“Finally.” he slurred, stepping inside with no hesitation and immediately pulling you into a sloppy hug. His arms were loose around you, his cheek resting on top of your head. “Missed you. You look comfortable.” he slurred, his eyes already scanning the bed like it was the most inviting place on earth.
“I was comfortable.” you teased, propping yourself up on one elbow as you watched him. “You look like you could use a nap. You’re drunk.” you said, though your arms wrapped around his waist automatically. He smelled like whiskey and something sweet, and maybe the cologne he’d forgotten to apply properly before heading out.
“A little.” he admitted, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. His breath was hot, tinged with alcohol as he spoke. “But no naps.” he said, making his way further inside with you in his arms and with a drunken swagger that had you laughing again. “I came here for...very specific reasons.”
“Oh, really? And what might those be?”
“To see you.” he mumbled, voice muffled by the fabric. Then, without missing a beat, he added, “And to use my penis, obviously.”
He didn’t waste any more time, tugging you toward the bedroom at last, though he swayed slightly with every step, his grip on your waist tightening like he needed you to keep him steady. When he finally flopped down onto the mattress, he let out a long, contented sigh, kicking off his shoes with clumsy enthusiasm.
You followed, climbing in beside him, though you couldn’t help but shoot him an amused look as he wiggled around, trying to get comfortable.
“I can’t believe you came here like this.” you muttered, shaking your head. You rolled your eyes again, but your smile softened. “You’re lucky I let you in.”
“Lucky…” he echoed, his breath evening out as his eyes fluttered closed, some exhaustion catching up with him. “Always lucky…with you.”
You looked down at him, his tousled hair splayed out on the pillow, eyes slightly glassy but still sparkling. As you absently played with the tie around his neck, you felt the warmth radiating from him, the way his body relaxed against yours. “You know,” you said, your fingers twisting the fabric lightly, “you look really good like this. All rumpled and...well, a little ridiculous.”
He laughed softly, the sound low and playful. “Ridiculous? Nah, I’m going for ‘debonair’.” he replied, his lips quirking into that familiar smile. You pulled him closer, using the tie to guide him into a kiss, feeling the spark ignite between you as his mouth moved against yours, warm and inviting.
“Tie me up.” he said, pulling back slightly, a cheeky grin plastered across his face. He stretched his arms above his head as if to encourage you, showcasing his muscular frame even through his shirt and inviting you to play. You couldn’t help but laugh at his boldness.
“How drunk are you?” you asked, already feeling the thrill rise in your chest as you tugged at the tie, loosening it from around his neck.
“Don’t make me ask for it again.” he said playfully, wiggling his fingers at you as he spread his legs, making space for you to climb onto his lap.
You positioned yourself comfortably, feeling the heat radiating between you, and took the tie in hand. “Alright then.” you said with a smirk, wrapping it around his wrists and tying it securely to the bedpost. “Let’s see how well you behave.”
“Hey, careful with that!” he teased, though there was a hint of excitement in his voice. He tested the restraints, a devilish smile on his face as he found himself effectively tied down.
With a sudden sense of dominance, you pushed his pants down, exposing him fully. You noticed how sensitive he was, a soft gasp escaping his lips as the cool air hit his skin. It was also impossible not to notice how hard he was beneath his boxers, the fabric straining against him, barely containing the outline of his cock. His hips shifted restlessly, pushing up as if begging for your touch without saying a word, his breath quickening with every teasing brush of your fingers near his waistband.
“Come on, don’t be cruel.” he groaned, his voice thick with need, his wrists pulling slightly against the tie. His fingers flexed as if to grab onto something, anything, but he was helpless under your control, and the sight of him squirming and the way he couldn’t stop making those delightful little sounds only spurred you on further.
You trailed a single finger along the waistband of his boxers, watching his muscles tense in anticipation. His eyes were glued to your movements, pupils blown wide with lust.
“Patience.” you whispered, deliberately avoiding the spot he so desperately wanted you to touch.
“Patience?” he repeated, his voice full of exasperation, “I had to sit there for hours listening to those pricks talk about nothing but the damn stock market.” he groaned, shifting his hips closer, desperate for your touch. “All I could think about was you.”
You raised an eyebrow, amused by his confession as your fingers continued their slow, teasing dance along his skin. “Oh? Sounds dreadful.”
“Like we’re lawyers, for God’s sake.” he continued, his voice thick with both desire and annoyance. “What the hell do stocks have to do with anything? I don’t care about any of it. All I wanted was to get out of there and have you.” His breath hitched as he tugged uselessly against his restraints, his desperation palpable as he ground up toward you again. “So, please...stop torturing me.”
You felt bad. He was cute. So you slowly pulled down the fabric of his boxers, revealing the smooth skin beneath. His erection sprang free, hard and pulsing, and you couldn’t help but admire how perfectly he filled your hand. You wrapped your fingers around him, the heat radiating from him sending a thrill through your body.
“Is this what you wanted?” you asked, your voice low and sultry as you gave him a gentle squeeze.
He let out a desperate gasp, his head falling back against the bedpost as he writhed beneath you. “Yes…just like that…don’t stop.” he urged.
You used your thumb and index finger to tease the tip of his cock, swirling around it and pinching.
“God, that feels amazing.” he groaned, biting his lip as he tried to keep his composure, his hips bucking slightly as he chased the sensation.
“Yeah?” you said, stroking him gently as you took in the sight of him. “I hate giving hand jobs, you know? It’s like...ugh...I really have to do it in front of the expert?” You feigned annoyance, though a smirk crept onto your face.
“So just fuck me then, baby.” he said, voice thick with need, his breath hitching slightly as you continued your teasing. “I need you.”
You caressed his belly under his shirt, fingers tracing the lines of his abs, feeling him twitch under your touch. As you continued to stroke him, you leaned in closer, eyes locked onto his, watching the way his expression shifted between pleasure and desperation.
Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered, “You’ve got to behave then, tied up and all.” His body responded to your words, his desire evident as he wriggled, the excitement bubbling between you.
“Whatever you want, just...please.” he urged. You could tell he was ready, and that only fueled your own anticipation.
“Whatever I want?” you asked as you continued to stroke him, slow. So, so slow. Your words hung in the air, daring him to offer more, testing just how far he was willing to go.
His breath hitched, and for a moment, you could see him trying to hold back a groan. “Yeah, whatever you want.” he said. He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on yours. “I’d even let you stick your fingers up my arse if that’s what you wanted.”
You paused for a moment, your grin widening at his boldness. “Oh, really?” you asked. He wriggled again, turned on by his own confession.
“Yeah, I’m serious.” he continued, almost breathless now. “Whatever it takes, just…”
“You really want this, don’t you?” you whispered, trailing your fingers lightly down his chest, which rose and fell with quickened breaths, and he nodded, eager but teasingly silent, waiting for you to make the next move.
“Tell me what you want, Alex.” you encouraged, your voice low and sultry.
“Just...just touch me.” he said, and then chuckled softly. “Maybe…maybe no penetrating me right now.” He looked up at you, the amusement in his eyes giving way to raw desire. “You know what I like.” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “You always know.”
With a sly grin, you relished his urgency. “Alright, but you’ll have to wait a little longer.” you said, your fingers brushing lightly against him, teasing him without giving in to his pleas just yet.
“Baby.” he protested, squirming slightly against the bedpost. “Don’t make me wait.”
You chuckled softly at his impatience, your fingers now wrapping around him again, stroking him. He gasped, a low sound that echoed in the quiet room, and you watched him closely, delighting in how his body responded to every touch.
“See? This isn’t so bad, is it?” you teased, continuing your ministrations, alternating between firm strokes and soft caresses.
“Ugh, you’re killing me.” he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. “You know I can’t last like this.”
“Is that so?” you replied, your voice playful. “I should just keep you waiting, then.”
He let out a frustrated sigh, and you could see the way his patience was waning. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.” he said, his eyes pleading with you. “Just let me feel you. I need you…now.”
You felt a surge of satisfaction at his desperation, but the thrill of the moment drove you to keep him on edge a little longer. “Alright, alright.” you said, finally relenting, your voice softening as you looked into his eyes. “You’ve been a good boy. I’ll give you what you want.”
You climbed off his lap to take off his pants all the way, but you left his shirt on. And he watched you like an eager puppy as you repositioned yourself, getting into the right spot. You leaned over him, brushing your lips against his, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.
As you reached for the waistband of your own pants, he bit his lip, eyes flicking down to watch you. “You’re killing me.” he repeated, this time with a mix of longing and admiration.
“You like it.” you shot back playfully, finally sliding your pants off and straddling him. The moment you sank down onto him, both of you let out a collective sigh of relief, and you could feel him filling you completely.
“God, yes.” he breathed, his fingers instinctively tightening against the bedpost, the sensation of being tied up only heightening his pleasure.
You began to move slowly at first, savouring the feeling of him inside you, the connection between you two as he watched you with those dark eyes. The tension that had built up earlier was quickly transforming into something sweeter, and as you started to pick up speed, the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.
“You feel so good.” he murmured, his voice raw as he pushed against the restraints. “Don’t stop.”
You picked up the pace, feeling the heat rise between you as you rode him. The way he reacted, each gasp, each moan, only made you work harder, and you leaned in closer, kissing him, tasting the alcohol on his lips as he responded with equal fervour.
“I could get used to this.” he panted, a smile breaking through as you pulled back slightly, wanting to see his face. “Me tied up, at your mercy...”
“Only when you behave.” you teased, your breath hitching as you leaned back and felt him hit that sweet spot deep inside you.
“Then I’ll be good.” he promised, his words slurring slightly, lost in the pleasure you were both creating together. “Just keep doing that.”
You obeyed him, even though he was supposed to not be in control. He always had control over you. You sank down deeper onto him, feeling every inch of his cock fill you completely, stretching you in a way that made your body tremble. He let out a groan, his body tensing beneath you, completely at your mercy. You could feel his thighs quivering as you took him so deep that he couldn’t even move if he tried, his cock buried inside you with nowhere left to go.
You pressed yourself against him, holding him so close it felt like time had stopped. His breath came in ragged gasps, his head falling back against the bedpost, his chest rising and falling beneath your hands.
You didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the connection as you stayed there, completely wrapped around him, feeling every pulse of his body against yours. He was so deep inside you that it felt like he was a part of you, like there was nowhere left for him to go, and yet you wanted to stay just like this forever, caught in the heat, in the intensity, in the perfect, overwhelming fullness of him.
“You feel so good.” you whispered, barely able to find your voice, your body trembling as you held him inside you. He could only nod, his eyes closed.
You felt a rush of excitement surge through your veins. You pulled your top off, letting it fall carelessly to the side. Your bare skin was now exposed to him, and you could see the way his eyes widened, drinking in the sight of you. Your heart raced as you noticed how his gaze fixated on your breasts, the way they bounced slightly as you continued to move above him.
“God, you’re so stunning.” he breathed. “I want to touch them so bad.” he said, frustration lacing his tone as he strained against the tie binding him to the bedpost. “It’s killing me that I can’t reach.”
You chuckled softly, a thrill of power coursing through you. “What’s that? You can’t reach? Poor baby.” you teased, leaning in closer so he could see every detail of you. “Maybe I should let you have a taste.”
His cock twitched inside you at the thought. He tried to lean forward, but was held firmly in place. “Don’t tease me like that.” he said, half-laughing, half-serious, as he flexed his arms in frustration. “You know how much I want to touch you right now.”
You weren't necessarily used to being this bold with him, to wielding such power and control, but something about the way he looked at you, so desperate, so hungry, made you crave it even more. “Maybe I like teasing you.” you replied. “Besides, you brought this on yourself, remember? Asking to be tied up.”
“Okay, okay, you got me.” he conceded, a grin creeping onto his face. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t give me a little taste of what I’m missing. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Take what? The way you can’t touch me? Or the way I feel wrapped around you?”
Each word you spoke seemed to ignite a fire inside him. You watched as his eyes rolled back, his lips parting in a low moan. “Both.” he gasped, the need evident in his voice. “Just…please, don’t stop.”
You relished the control you had over him, the way he squirmed beneath you, longing to break free just to feel you. “You’ll have to wait.” you said, emphasising each word as you let your breasts bounce lightly in front of his face, watching the way his eyes tracked every movement.
“Fuck-” he groaned, biting his lip as he leaned back against the pillow, straining against his bindings again, but you could see that spark of determination in his gaze. “You’re really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” you teased, your smile widening as you continued to move, your body gliding against him, feeling the friction build between you. “You could always beg for it.”
“Please.” he said, mock seriousness in his tone but with genuine longing beneath it. “I’ll do anything. Just let me touch you.”
“What if I want you to beg harder?”
He threw his head back again, laughter mixing with pleasure as he squirmed beneath you. “You’re ruthless.” he admitted. “But fine, I’ll play along.”
“Good.” you said, leaning closer so your lips brushed against his ear. “Now, what do you want, Alex? Be specific.”
“I want to feel you, I want to touch you, I want you to let me kiss them.” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Just once. Please.”
You paused, considering his request for a moment. “Maybe if you keep being a good boy.” you teased, your fingers tracing down his chest. “You’ll get what you want.”
“Fuckinh hell.” he said. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just- just give me a chance.”
With a soft chuckle, you relented slightly, leaning down so your breasts were just inches from his face. “Alright, just this once.” you said, pulling back enough to look him in the eye. “You can touch them, but only if you promise to be good.”
“I promise.” he said, his voice filled with genuine earnestness. “I swear.”
You leaned closer, allowing him just enough space to brush his fingers against you. The moment his hands made contact, you felt a shiver run down your spine as he explored, his touch gentle yet insistent. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” he murmured.
“I think I have an idea.” you replied breathlessly, feeling the warmth of his hands on your skin, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch.
“Fuck, yes.” he said, his voice a husky whisper, his fingers deftly kneading and teasing. “You feel amazing.”
His hands, though tied, were still skilled, and he continued to find ways to worship you with his mouth when you leaned down and the limited movement of his arms when you allowed.
“Faster, baby.” he urged. “I want to feel you.” You complied, your body moving instinctively to the rhythm of your shared pleasure. “Just like that, love.” he breathed as he watched you bounce on his cock. “You feel so good around me.”
“Yeah? You like it?” you teased, leaning down to kiss him deeply, your bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“More than you know.” he replied, as he thrust upward, matching your movements.
The sound of his restrained moans filled the room as you rode him, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance, his eyes pleading silently as you pushed him closer to the edge. His breath hitched, and you knew he was close from the way he bucked his hips beneath you, seeking more friction, more intensity, more of your cunt, more, more, more.
“God, you feel so good.” he groaned, his voice strained as his muscles tightened. His head fell back against the pillow for the hundredth time, and his chest heaved with each ragged breath.
You were right there with him, feeling the tightening coil of your own release building, the heat rising in your core. His eyes flicked up to you, desperate and overwhelmed, and you couldn’t help but smile as you leaned forward, your breasts brushing against his face, smothering him, with no complaints from on part.
“Fuck-” he gasped, his hands uselessly straining against the tie as he tried to pull you closer, if that was even a thing. “I’m so close.”
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Me too.”
And then it hit, the flood of sensation overwhelming you both at once. His hips bucked upward, and you felt him pulse inside you as he came, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. You collapsed against him, your chest pressing into his face as your own orgasm tore through you, the feeling of his cum inside of you only heightening your pleasure.
“God, yes.” you both moaned, the words coming out in unison, your voices blending together in the haze of satisfaction.
For a moment, everything was still, the only sound in the room your shared breaths, heavy and labored. You stayed there, wrapped around him, feeling his heartbeat slow beneath you as you both came down from the high. His head turned slightly, lips brushing against your skin as you both relished the closeness of the moment.
You let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of his body beneath you, still tied but completely at ease. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and you felt his hands flex again as he tried to reach for you.
“You’re incredible.” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. His face nuzzled against you, and you smiled, enjoying the closeness that always came with him after you’d fuck.
“You did pretty well yourself.”
Alex chuckled, his breath warm against your skin as he shifted slightly beneath you. “You know, if you untie me, I could show you just how good I can be with my hands.”
You laughed, still catching your breath, and kissed the top of his head. “I think I like you just where you are.”
Your bodies remained entwined, the heat from your skin mixing with the lingering warmth of your shared release dripping between you. You both lay there, catching your breath, your chest still rising and falling as you rested against him. Alex shifted slightly beneath you, nuzzling his face against your chest, his breath tickling your skin.
“You really gonna leave me like this?” he asked, his voice playful, but there was a definite edge of pleading beneath it. He tugged his wrists again, trying to move, but to no avail. “Come on, love. Untie me, yeah? I want to feel you properly.”
You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the dampness from sweat and heat. “You look pretty comfortable to me.” you said, tracing a finger along his jawline. “I think I like you all tied up like this. It’s a good look for you.”
He groaned dramatically, throwing his head back into the pillow. “You’re enjoying this far too much.” he said, his tone half exasperated, half amused. “I didn't think you’d get such a kick out of leaving me helpless.”
You grinned. “It’s not often I get you like this, Turner. You can’t blame me for wanting to savour the moment.”
Alex let out a low, frustrated laugh, his eyes following every movement of your body. “Savour all you want.” he said, shifting his hips slightly beneath you, the motion sending a little jolt of sensation through both of you. “But you're driving me insane. I need to touch you. I think I’ve more than earned it, love. I mean, I was good, wasn’t I?”
“Good, yeah. But I’m enjoying watching you squirm. It’s cute. You’re cute.”
He groaned again, louder this time, as he shifted beneath you. “If you untie me, I’ll make it worth your while.” he promised.
“Oh?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as you looked down at him. “What do you have in mind, Turner?”
“I’ll make you feel things you didn’t know you could feel.” he replied smoothly. “Is that convincing enough?”
You laughed softly, leaning down to brush a kiss against his lips, your tongue lightly teasing his bottom lip before you pulled back again. “You always know just what to say.”
Something in the way he looked at you, so desperate, made you finally relent. Slowly, you untied him, his wrists slipping free.
Before he could react, you leaned in and gave him a light slap across his cheek, playful but enough to catch his attention. Just as quickly, you slipped off of him, feeling his cock fall weakly onto his stomach, a frustrated whimper leaving his lips at the loss of contact.
You stood up, moving toward your shirt, the cool air hitting your skin as you picked it up and slipped it back on. But the second you turned away, you felt his hands grasp your hips, pulling you back.
“Hey, hey, hey, no.” Alex growled, his grip firm as he pushed you back down onto the bed. You landed on your stomach with a soft thud, and he was on top of you in an instant, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Don’t go.”
You glanced back over your shoulder, breathless from the suddenness. “I was just going to the bathroom.” you protested, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips.
“No.” he said again, his voice husky with intent.
“No?” you asked, your heartbeat quickening as you felt his hands moving down your body.
“No.” he repeated, more insistent this time as he gripped your hips tightly, lowering himself. His teeth grazed your skin as he bit your ass, a sharp, playful nip. He followed it with slow, teasing kisses on both your cheeks, alternating between them. Left and right. And repeat.
One of his hands slid between your legs, spreading your cheeks apart as his other moved lower, gathering the slick remnants of his cum from you. You felt him pause for a moment, his finger hovering at your other hole.
“Can I?” he asked, his voice full of curiosity, desire laced in every word.
You nodded, your body already responding to his touch. He pushed a finger inside, slowly, testing your limits, watching intently as your body took him in. The pressure sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through you. But it didn’t last long. Within moments, he withdrew his finger, deciding on something else. The next thing you felt was his tongue, hot and eager, licking at you. The loss of his digit was quickly replaced by the wet, insistent pressure of his mouth as he dove in.
“Oh, God…” you breathed, your fingers curling into the sheets.
With one hand gripping your hip to keep you steady, his other hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingers dancing over your nipple. You couldn’t stop yourself from arching your back, pressing into him more.
“Alex…oh, God…” you moaned.
“Tell me how good it feels.” he said. “Let me hear you.”
“Feels amazing.” you managed to gasp, unable to suppress the pleasure building within you.
“Good.” he replied, satisfaction lacing his tone as he continued to lavish attention on you.
With that, he dove back in, his focus becoming more intense. The way he licked and teased sent you further into bliss, and each flick of his tongue pushed you closer to the edge. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink, entirely lost in the sensations he was creating.
“Don’t stop.” you urged as your body instinctively responded to his every movement. The tightness in your core was almost overwhelming, and you felt like you were about to shatter at any moment.
“Never.” he promised.
You felt his hand glide down your body, sliding between your legs to find your clit. The moment his fingers made contact, a jolt of pleasure shot through you, sharp and intense. Even drunk, Alex knew exactly what he was doing. He knew you, knew your body, and how to unravel you effortlessly.
His fingers circled your clit with just the right amount of pressure, perfectly timed with the flicks of his tongue. Every touch, every stroke, sent you higher, and your hips bucked against him, craving more. He adjusted seamlessly, his rhythm unrelenting.
It was almost maddening how well he knew his way around you, how he could push you right to the edge with such ease. He played you like an instrument, his hand and mouth working in perfect harmony, coaxing you closer and closer to that sweet release.
Now you were completely at his mercy. Your mind went blank until you could feel that tight knot deep inside you unravelling, pulling you right to the brink of ecstasy.
“Alex…I’m so close.” you gasped, your voice shaky as you surrendered.
“Good, let go for me.” he urged. “I want to feel you. Let it all out.”
With those words, the tension in your body snapped, and you cried out. You felt the world blur around the edges. Alex didn’t relent, continuing to lick and tease, drawing out your release as you bucked against him. You could hear your own cries mingling with his low chuckle of satisfaction.
You instinctively pushed away from him, your body too sensitive to handle any more of his relentless attention. He let you move, but not without a playful protest.
“Don’t make me chase you. You know I’ll catch you every time.”
You squealed, half-jokingly trying to push him away again, though the way your heart raced told you how much you secretly loved the idea. The heat in your cheeks gave you away, and Alex noticed.
“What if I want you to chase me?” you teased, grinning as you tried to put some distance between you and the inevitable.
His gaze softened, but his voice dropped into that deep, sultry tone that always made your stomach flutter. “Oh, love, I will always chase you.” he promised. His hand reached out, pulling you back gently, but with a firmness that left no room for protest. “But right now.” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “I want you right here.”
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. The weight of him, the feel of his body enveloping yours, made you melt back into him as he pressed you down into the sheets. You were right where he wanted you, where you wanted to be, wrapped up in him, the chase ending exactly where it always did — in each other’s arms.
“God, it’s hot in here.” he murmured, shifting slightly.
“Then take off your shirt.” you suggested.
He shook his head. “I don’t want to move from you.” he replied, his arms tightening around you as if to emphasise his point.
“You want me to help you?”
“Would you?”
You nodded and moved. He let you shift away, rolling onto his back to give you better access. As you unbuttoned his shirt, you could see the excitement in his eyes, the way he watched your every move.
“A little more.” you encouraged, pulling the fabric from beneath him and tossing it aside. He stretched out, muscles rippling beneath his skin, and you couldn’t help but admire the sight.
“I should really clean up.” you said, glancing at the mess between your legs.
“Do I have to let you go?”
“Just for a moment, I promise.” you replied, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips before slipping off the bed. You quickly put your clothes back on, feeling a mix of satisfaction and warmth at the sight of him still sprawled out. Naked. Carefree.
As you returned to the mattress, Alex’s expression shifted to something more clingy. “You took too long.” he pouted, reaching for you and pulling you close once more, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“Sorry, I was just trying to be responsible.” you laughed softly, settling into his embrace.
“I don’t want you to be responsible.” he replied, his voice suddenly serious as he nuzzled into your neck. “I want you right here, with me. Don’t leave again.”
“Okay, okay, I’m right here.” you reassured him, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” he asked, his tone playful but laced with sincerity.
“Promise.” you said, tracing your fingers along his arms, feeling how he relaxed under your touch.
“Good.” he murmured, tightening his grip around you. “I like having you close. It’s nice.”
“It is nice.” you agreed, feeling your heart swell as you melted into him. “But you have to let me move sometimes, too.”
“Nope.” he replied stubbornly, holding you even tighter.
You chuckled, the sound mixing with the warmth in the air. “Okay.”
You took his hands in yours, gently rubbing at his wrists when you noticed the slight red marks left from the tie. Your touch was soft, soothing, and Alex watched you with a lazy smile on his face. His eyes softened at the touch, giving way to something tender.
“Do they hurt?” you asked as you traced over the marks.
He shook his head, smiling softly. “Nah, I’m good. Actually, I really enjoyed that...and not just because I’m drunk.” he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I mean, maybe the alcohol helped me loosen up a bit, but...I liked it. A lot.”
Your heart fluttered and you squeezed his hands just a little tighter. “You’re not just saying that?”
He shook his head again, his hair falling messily into his eyes as he looked at you, his expression so sincere it almost made your chest ache. “No, I’m serious. It was...I dunno, it felt good to let go. I trust you like that.”
You smiled, feeling warmth flood through you. “I liked it too. You were good to me.”
He chuckled, his voice a little lighter now. “Good, huh? Good enough for a kiss?” he asked.
“Yes.” you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, lingering just long enough for him to savour it. He hummed against your mouth, clearly satisfied but always hungry for more.
After a moment, you pulled back, resting your forehead against his as you spoke. “I need to go see the office tomorrow.” you said quietly, watching his face for any sign of protest.
He wrinkled his nose, a little pout forming. “Do I have to come too?” he asked, his voice almost childlike in its sweetness.
You laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “Only if you want to.”
Alex thought about it for a second, then shrugged, that easygoing smile returning to his lips. “I trust you to choose.” he said, his voice warm and full of faith. “Besides,” he added with a playful smirk, “I’m pretty sure I’d just be a distraction.”
“You? A distraction? Never.” you teased, laughing softly as you pressed another kiss to his cheek. “But I think I’ll be fine.”
“I know you will.” he murmured, pulling you closer again, his arms wrapping around you as if he couldn’t bear to let you go just yet, not like anyone asked him to, but still. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
His warmth and sweetness completely enveloped you. “I think you might be a little drunker than you realise.” you said, though the sincerity in his voice made that a redundant statement.
“Maybe.” he admitted, his voice soft. “Nah, I’m serious.”
You smiled, letting the moment linger as he held you close. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” you whispered, knowing that’s what he needed to hear.
“And I’ll be here waiting.” he replied, kissing the top of your head, his arms wrapped securely around you as the night gently carried you both into sleep.

a/n: i feel like it’s kinda bad but not that bad so it’s alright. this was supposed to be waaay longer but i decided to split it into 2 fics, so i’ll post the other part soon
tags: @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @avxoxo1 @jqsvi @turnersfav @youresodarkbabe @psychedelicrocker @aacheinthejaw @zayndrider @humbuginmybones @tedioepica
#alex turner#alex turner x reader#alex turner x you#alex turner smut#alex turner fic#alex turner fanfic#smut#lawyer!alex#goblinontour
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Feel free to ignore this but I kinda thought since you aren't feeling well maybe you'd like to read someone else's yandere headcanons! I love corazon so I'll start with him! I fully see him as platonic yandere for law, and would definitely be more of the "oh God everything sucks all the time I gotta keep these people.i care about safe" kind. Like maybe he meets a romantic darling while undercover with doflamingo, maybe they're working for his brother but in a less pirate-y way. Maybe baby 5 or Buffalo liked them so now they're a pirate nanny or something. And corazon is like. This person is way too kind and caring to be stuck with these people. But they love the kids to much to willingly leave, so now he HAS to abduct them when he leaves with law for a cure! They'll totally come around, it'll work itself out! I also see him as a big crier. Lots of guilt, but never enough to actually let his darling go. Its too dangerous. Someone would hurt them. He and law and darling should just find a cure and then run off and live a safe and happy life together. I'm biased cause tall husband, but I would definitely end up folding.
Imagine being nice to a couple of kids because you aren't a jerk, only for the kids to turn to Doflamingo and be all like "Can we keep them?!"
And then the warlord says yes and this is now you're life. You probably have the funniest origin story for how you joined in the entire Donquixote family.
Reader probably gets close to Corazon because they're trying to bond with Law and aren't taking no for answer. Law practically has his hackles raised at reader, meanwhile they're just trying to give him cookies or something. And with how horrible a lot of people are to Law, this makes the reader extremely endearing to Corazon. They probably agree to come along with Cora and Law when Cora is trying to find a doctor for Law because they've likely been making their own attempts to take care of the poor kid.
Reader is definitely conflicted when Corazon starts burning down hospitals left, right, and center. On one hand, the doctors absolutely deserved some form of retribution (reader probably throws hands with a doctor at least once during this crusade because how dare you talk to one of their babies like that FIGHT ME). On the other, even they have to admit that this feels... a touch extreme.
A Corazon lives AU is really funny because just imagine Law trying to begin his life of piracy all while his doting parents are right behind him and cheering him on. It's very embarrassing when Corazon is casually setting himself on fire in the background while reader is happily offering snacks to Law's "new friends". He's trying to be a scary pirate please stop handing out brownies to every potential crewmate he finds.
#sorry this isn't very yandere i got caught up in the comedy aspect#yandere one piece#one piece x reader#corazon#corazon x reader#trafalgar law
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things that I overlooked in PJO the first time / small, funny things I noticed during my reread
Part 2: Sea of Monsters
there is a lot this time.
this book is so short and it makes up for the length by being hilarious:
I had nightmares about what Poseidon might turn me into if I were ever on the verge of death - plankton, maybe. Or a floating patch of kelp.
Tyson froze. "Pony!" he cried in total rapture. Chiron turned looking offended. "I beg your pardon?"
"Um..." I said. "Would this be the super-dangerous prophecy that has me in it, but the gods have forbidden you to tell me about it? Nobody answered. "Right," I muttered. "Just checking."
"Uh, I like Hercules." "Why?" "Well, because he had rotten luck. Even worse than mine. It makes me feel better."
Annabeth looked at me. "We have to get out of here." "You think I want to be in the girls' restroom?" "I mean the ship, Percy! We have to get off the ship."
Tyson was terrified of them. All throughout the tour, he insisted Annabeth hold his hand, which she didn't look too thrilled about.
"Then why do the gods even let me live? It would be safer to kill me." "You're right." "Thanks a lot."
A minute later, Annabeth hit a slippery patch of moss and her foot slipped. Fortunately, she found something else to put it against. Unfortunately, that something was my face.
As Luke was raising his sword to rally his troops, a centaur shot a custom-made arrow with a leather boxing glove on the end. It smacked Luke in the face and sent him crashing into the swimming pool. and a few moments later: He [Luke] raised his sword, but got smacked in the face with another boxing glove arrow, and sat down hard in a deck chair. Luke can't catch a break from those boxing arrows, it's the funniest thing
2. also so much baby percabeth!! they’re so cute
She'd [Annabeth] emailed me the picture after spring break, and every once in a while I'd look at it just to remind myself she was real and Camp Half-Blood hadn't just been in my imagination. the fact that he printed out Annabeth's photo?
Annabeth punched him in the nose and knocked him flat, "And you," she told him, "lay off my friend." her standing up for Percy is adorable
I mean she [Annabeth] looked good. Really good. I probably would've been tongue-tied if I could say anything except reet, reet, reet.
She [Annabeth] started to sob - I mean horrible, heartbroken sobbing. She put her head on my shoulder and I held her. Fish gathered to look at us - a school of barracudas, some curious marlins. Scram! I told them. They swam off, but I could tell they went reluctantly. I swear I understood their intentions. They were about to start rumours flying around the sea about the son of Poseidon and some girl at the bottom of Siren Bay. number 1. the way percy is always there for her, number 2. the gossiping fish?? I love it
The look in his [Grover] eyes told me something was terribly wrong. Annabeth had been on guard duty that night, protecting the Fleece. If something had happened -he’s admirably protective, of not just annabeth, but all his friends and I love to see it… exhibit b:
"But if I [Grover] get in trouble again, you'll be in danger, Percy! You could die!" "If you get in trouble again, I want to know about it. And I'll come help you again G-man. I wouldn't have it any other way." I adore their friendship.
3. other mentions:
"I'm Thalia," the girl said. "Daughter of Zeus." what. an. ending. I still remember how floored I was when I first read this wow
the mention of Hylla got me so excited
am I the only one who forgot Percy could control the sailboat? like the flying ropes and whatnot
I also completely forgot about his watch shield!
I'll be back for part 3 shortly! :)
#sea of monsters#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#pjo series#rick riordan#percabeth#annabeth chase#grover underwood
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