#anyway god i missed his beautiful handsome face oh my god

[3416]

Marner's Media Availability at the Matthews Captaincy Announcement | 8.14.24

[acid-ixx]

They aren't finished but I wanted to give you these! They're all WIPS so so far. Some are a bit older and you can tell what the newer ones are that I just made right now.

Thank you for posting a new chapter. It was an amazing read and I just loved it so much! Still trying to find those song references 😂

chapter spoilers and drafts (again &. again)

— masterlist ! ; chapter 4 ; ash's commisions

OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A BLESSING??? BANGER AFTER BANGER AFTER BANGER I SWEAR 💞

ash, you have always provided my little fanbase for my series so much food for thought, this is absolutely beautiful in every way. i literally don't care if they're wips or unfinished because either way you always make do with what i write, descriptive or not. i love your artstyle and how soft you draw the mc and how handsome conner is (i literally showed your art off to all my friends). you're so talented and i wish to reciprocate all the efforts you've done for this series 😭

i'm serious. from your portrayal of the mc, to them flying with conner, you never once disappoint anyone.

because of this, i'd like to leak some parts of my story from chapter five and beyond 💕! thank you so much for this, and i hope my yapping below suffices.

major spoilers below the cut!

the graduation photo! i have something planned with that, and i'd delve so much deeper (soon) with just how much a single photo can influence bruce's line of thought once he discovers that picture frame. love how happy mc is in the photo because, for me, it symbolizes them growing up (quite literally) and acknowledging a new path in life, alongside only finding alfred as their only father figure compared to bruce.

you consider yourself reserved, and prefer your life living within the confines of privacy and protection from media exposure. your mother always told you: better safe than sorry once; right after you've asked her about why you can't seem to find personal information about your father when she helped you search him up occasionally.

all the questions you ask her about the lack of your father's preferences — because you merely wanted to know more about him beyond the stories she told you! — she rebutted with a soft smile, a kiss on your head, and an explanation.

she'd warn you about the dangers of media exposure, about how your father and her prefer to keep their relationship a secret, and how too much cameras and paparazzi flashes can blind you.

she said that someone's perception of another person could be ruined once their deepest secrets are revealed. that's why your papa isn't seen beyond the doors of the manor he resides in; because people are attracted to mystery and allure.

hence why she'd restricted you from the usage of any devices within your household during your childhood, other than the excuse of having no money to afford it.

and you always abide by that principle of secrecy; especially right after alfred had saved you from... whatever happened years ago in elementary. from when that man... no, those men knew about your identity...

so, safe to say you were an introvert, at least when it comes to social media. the concept of the fear of missing out never once rattled your brain, no matter how anxious you are whenever you're with your friends; scared that you wouldn't fit in. but they never cared and accepted you with open arms, so it doesn't really matter, no?

you're safe now that you're at metropolis.

and like she always said, better safe than sorry! keep it within you and never out!

so why?

why is it just right after you've opened your twitter app— why is it that your face is plastered all across news accounts?

anyways, the second and third images are so romantic!!! and cute, and cured my depression i swear. i showed this to my one friend and she told me that conner's hand size compared to mc's is straight up hot, and i agree! i love the hand placement, and the way conner holds the mc so softly! yes, i too, would love to touch his man-tits beyond his impeccably tight shirt and play with his hands!

and the cute little panel with him squishing their face and desire their confirmation that, they do, in fact, think they're hot. he's a very insecure man after all, and his self-worth would revolve around your perception of him. he doesn't see you as god, but he doesnt see you as his everything. every opinion matters from you, and that's what makes the green flag part about him.

fun fact about him in the series! he loves to moisturize his hands with lots of skin care products because he read from an article once that some people prefer the feel of soft or moisturized hands. he definitely did not wait for the moment for you to touch him for the first time in forever since he first saw you! yeah, he's a bit more freaky than i let him out to be. the more you're exposed to him, the more you'll learn just how obsessed he is.

as for all the people asking if i'd write more about him: the answer is yes! he's a vital character, so don't worry because he'll appear in many scenes either way. for those concerned about why he didn't save the mc— well, chapter five will explain soon 🩷

and this art perfectly portrays it! it's seen from an outside perspective and they look very pretty, yet from what they see with their eyes is a different thing. the longer you stare at yourself, the more your image is distorted. i intentionally added the flower analogy because flowers are portrayed as pretty, no matter the size and shape. even as they wilt or sag, they still retain some color and a semblance of what was once a history of their prime.

then lastly! the mirror scene. it all returns to chapter three, chapter four was a sequel of their breakdown containing mirrors. reflections and the perception of one self is an important aspect of my series because it reminds me of myself, so them nit-picking each and every insecurity whilst staring at the mirror; that's a scene i wrote based off of a real life experience of mine. having both attractive parents, or those acknowledged as conventionally pretty, whilst being in an environment filled with as equally smart or attractive people, comparing yourself to them all the time, is a struggle.

the only way to make flowers 'ugly' is by destroying them, by stepping on them, ripping them apart, never once caring for them. i think that's very crucial because people do see anything destroyed or stripped away from its foundation a mess, or so. but there's always beauty in everything and i abide by that thought!

again, thank you so much ash for drawing this and bringing my story to life! you, alongside many other users who send in their fanarts, are always such an inspiration for me to write! you guys are the backbone of my series and i stand by my sentence!!! may you get plenty of commissions and plenty of money to support you <333

also, the FLOWER BOTTLE AND THE CAT PAW REFERENCE! i love how everyone accepts that we have a canon cat now based solely off of this. i think that's precious, and having a feline pet is a great little choice for my own plot (just to lessen the pain of the angst).

i hope you enjoyed this little mess rant!

(as for the songs, don't worry, the lyrics become more prevalent for chapter five! chapter four doesn't have any explicit lyrics contained in them, only implications.)

[blvdheart]

one of his many journal entries about you

arthur morgan x fem!reader and male!reader <33

i won’t lie…i have 45 hours on the game and i’m not even past chapter 2 (っ- ‸ – ς) why progress when i can save myself the pending heartbreak and instead admire this pretty man and his journal sketches?

anyways…love all you arthur morgan kissers ♡

“my body doesn’t feel right as of late. my hands are too rough, my face is all wrinkled up, and my voice isn’t all that pleasant. if only i could sound as smooth as i write.

never been the most confident of men, but well, this body’s what i’m stuck with. used to go months on end without shaving until i realized my beard looked like bills. how embarrassing. miss grimshaw, the strong-headed woman she is, knocked some sense into me too. well…more like slapped me.

shaving makes me look more approachable, and that’s not really a good thing with my reputation. but, i did it anyway and spent a pretty penny on the barber up in valentine’s…had to pay a bit extra because of the drunken ruckus lenny and i caused there last time.

if my heart hadn’t been captured, maybe these worries of mine wouldn’t even exist.

oh, the ridiculous things love does to a man…”

꒰ fem!reader ꒱

“about as beautiful as the stars above; a woman so otherworldly that sometimes I have to look away. she shines too brightly for these tired eyes of mine. i suppose that’s for the best, ain’t it? a man like me, the walking embodiment of sin, isn’t worthy of such a loving lady.

but that doesn’t keep her away. she often asks me to recount some of my adventures, and i hesitantly do so, fearful she’ll think me a bad man. craziest thing is, she looks more worried than anything else whenever i do as told. telling me to be more careful with that honey-like voice of hers. could listen to it all day. it’s like a balm to the soul.

can’t keep myself away from her either. doesn’t matter what she’s doing, i always find myself wandering over to her. i don’t usually have trouble sleeping, i’m like some rock when it comes to it. but she’s occupied my mind too much lately, falling asleep is difficult. like right now. should be sleeping, but i’m not. just up wondering about the ifs and hows.

i’ve been saving up some money so i can go get her something real nice, maybe a pretty dangly necklace. could just steal one, but i want to prove myself to her. she deserves the best, not something that belonged to some other stranger.

god knows i’d do whatever i can to keep her safe and sound. i’d die for her. funny thing is, i considered myself to be a selfish man before breathing the same air as her.

i can say with absolute certainty that i would give up everything for a future with her.

if she’d have me.

…

now, this fool’s about to try and sketch her.

not sure if i can encapsulate her beauty onto a page, though.”

꒰ male!reader ꒱

“i fear I’m going mad. i never thought i’d feel this way about a man before. then again, pursuit of romance has never been a priority in my life. he’s one of a kind, something about him makes my palms feel all clammy.

he never leaves my head, every inch of this brain of mine is consumed with thoughts of him. his grin, the way his hat perches on his head, the stories he shares ‘round the campfire.

i’ve come across many men on all my journeys, but his handsomeness is unmatched. and he’s different. doesn’t nag me like dutch or get on my nerves like micah, but he isn’t just a brother like some of the other folks here.

i’ve been a bit too scared to drink these days. you know me, i spill my guts out and say stupid things like a damn fool when i get like that. wouldn’t know what to do if i were to sputter out how fine of a fella i think he is, or how grateful i am for him. is this only a special friendship? no, i don’t know how to describe this.

well, yes i do, actually.

love.

my fingers trembled while writing that.

some may call this spark a sin, but going down an altar with him would be a taste of heaven itself. that wish is too far-fetched though.

all i ask for is a sign. just one. maybe i’m misreading the glimmer in his eye, or the way the bastard slings his arm over my shoulder and sings after he downs some moonshine.

weird how life works, isn’t it?”

[cillianhead]

Anything about cillian with a beard!

Cillian with a beard... oh my god don't even get me started.

Anyway here you go my love <3

Three And A Half Months || Cillian Murphy x Reader

warnings: SMUT, also a fluffy sweet fic, oral sex (f receiving), face riding, mentions of blood but nothing too graphic, general adult content ahead.

18+ Minors DNI

Last night you had reunited with Cillian. It had been three and a half months since you had last seen each other, the longest you had ever gone without seeing one another, he was away shooting for a new film and it was in the states so traveling back and forth between Ireland and America grew exhausting. Of course, as soon as you saw each other, you had no time to process the beard on his face, just the fact he was there. Nothing else mattered except him being there, right in front of you, to touch and to hold. So you went at it like rabbits, knocking over furniture, breathing each other in like feral animals, making love until you were sore and panting for air. No amount of late night phone calls could ever truly compare to the feeling of having his cock deep inside you.

The next morning arrived, light pouring through the curtains and lighting a still sleeping Cillian in a golden light, the rays gave him a tiny halo, one you thought he rightfully deserved. You just smiled to yourself, the both of you still completely nude from last night's love making, you felt at peace, lying in bed with the love of your life, his arm draped over your waist heavily, the sound of his slow breathing, and the indescribable feeling of his warmth beside you. Every time you looked at him, a metaphorical slow romantic guitar would play, your heart would swell and overflow with love, and your eyes stung with the happy tears that seemed to always come. That was the thing about you, so incredibly emotional, Cillian always teased you about it. You'd cry at any chance you could get, whether it be because of hormones or because you saw a cute cat or because of the beauty that Cillian is. And when he had come home with that rugged beard that made him so handsome and so deliciously masculine, you felt weak in the knees, you cried but not from your eyes.

"Mornin' me love," The irish lilt of his voice mixed with the grumble of his morning voice brought you out of your daydreaming. "Lookin' so beautiful f'me." He leaned in, placing a soft sweet kiss to your cheek. You couldn't feel uglier with your messy bed hair and your puffy face after a long night's rest. But to Cillian you were the apple of his eye, no other woman could ever possibly compare.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too," He chuckled at your confession. "Those three months and a half went on for far too long but I'm here now, lovie."

"No, no..." You shook your head with a childish grin. "I missed you while we slept... missed you for every moment... was watchin' you sleep."

Cillian laughed contagiously, you giggled too as you felt him pull you closer to him, your bare chests touching. He nuzzled your nose with his own, this moment so full of love, so intimate and private. You felt like the luckiest person in the world to be with him. The light painting you two in a golden hue, the moment felt so surreal, like something out of a wonderful dream or something you'd see right before you die, right as your soul becomes free.

"What've you got planned today, Cillian?" You hummed, you both huffed out hot puffs of air on each other's faces, neither of you caring that you hadn't brushed your teeth yet. Just relieved you could finally touch each other again, relieved your souls could finally reunite and recharge, that your bodies were flushed together, it wasn't possible for you two to be any closer (physically at least).

"Nothin'," Cillian murmured quietly, stroking your hair softly. "Just planned on spending it with my favorite girl, thas' all." You felt yourself grow flustered, nuzzling your face into his chest before glancing shyly back up at him, growing more flustered at the sight of him and his beard. That beard that made your heart race and in between your legs throb with desire.

"Cillian..." You whined, catching your bottom lip in between your teeth. He was so fucking pretty and even after all this time of being together, you could never get over it. It made you feel like a giddy little girl with a silly school girl crush.

"Hmmm?" He hummed. The deep vibration sending jolts of arousal straight to your core. "What is it, baby love?"

"Your beard..." You ran your fingers along the hair accumulating across his jawline and cheeks, clenching your thighs together. In all the time you and Cillian had been together, he had always been clean-shaven, of course there'd be the rare occasion where he forgets to shave for a day or two and has a bit of stubble but nothing ever this long. Cillian had that knowing look on his face, he very much knew the effect he had over you. Arrogant was not the word you would ever use to describe Cillian, in fact he was an incredibly humble and modest man but when it came to riling you up, teasing you, he was quite arrogant then, arrogant in the way he knew every little inch about you and would use that against you. He enjoyed teasing you, enjoyed getting you where you were weak because he enjoyed watching you squirm. "It's so...." You trailed off, biting your lip once again with that flustered look on your face.

"...So what?" Cillian grinned, a cheeky glint in his blue eyes as his hand slipped further down your back until it rested on your bare ass. "Go on, tell your husband how wet his beard's gotten ya, love." Well that was unexpected.

You let out a bashful squeal, diving your face into his chest to hide the look of desperation and embarrassment on your flushed face. You heard him laugh, amused by how easily aroused you were. "Cillian... don't tease me... it's been three months..."

"And a half!" He added.

"...Since I last saw you, you can't blame me... especially since you look sooooooo fucking good with a beard..." You were looking him in the eyes now, his own pupils blown wide and a small one-sided smirk on his face. You slipped your hand down his abdomen before your fingers wrapped around his already hard cock, he let out a small breath at the feeling of your gentle hand.

"C'mere, Y/N," Cillian groaned, grabbing you by your waist, picking you up like you weighed nothing and sitting you up on his stomach. "Wanna taste you... s'been too fuckin' long."

Your arousal pooled on his stomach, getting off on the slight friction against your clit every time he breathed in and out but it wasn't quite enough. "Cillian... baby..." You huffed, too shy to make the first move, he gave your ass a gentle slap.

"Go on, sit on me fuckin' face," He was growing impatient, licking his lips. "Show me how much you love my beard, know you're soaking wet 'cause of it, silly girl."

He wasn't wrong and so you meekly crawled until your pussy was aligned with his hungry face. You hovered your hips hesitantly over his nose and lips, your thighs on either side of his head. He roughly grabbed ahold of your plush hips and pulled you down until he was suffocating in your sopping cunt.

"Fuck!" You mewled, your pussy ached with how turned on you were. His tongue lapped up at you, his nose perfectly brushing your clit as he fucked his tongue in and out of your tight hole. You never understood how he could breathe with your weight fully on top of him, he'd always give you some form of punishment if you didn't sit on top of his face like he was just a chair so you did as you knew he wanted. He always reassured you that he loved it, that being under you with his face buried in you was heaven on earth. And who were you to deny him what he so desperately craved when it felt so unbelievably good? He especially loved it when you took control, when you gave into the pleasure and rode his face, used his face like it was just something for you to cum on. He also knew the consequences of growing out his beard, he knew it'd turn you on, and this was exactly what he was hoping for. He knew once you came all over his face, he'd smell you in his beard for days.

Cillian was in pure bliss as he felt your fingers interlock with his hair, holding onto him for support as you began rocking your hips back and forth on his tongue and nose, moaning so fucking loud that the neighbors could hear. It had been so long and the feeling of his beard scratching your thighs and sticky folds made the experience so much better. The new sensation was only making you moan louder and louder.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck... Cillian..." You were gasping, Cillian groans into your pussy, encouraging your rough movements. "Missed this so much! Missed your face..." Fuck. The feeling of his nose pressed right where you need him, right against your throbbing clit, it was like he was made for you. You loved his nose and you always told him so.

Cillian was breathing you in, feasting on you, like all there was was you. Well at the moment, that was true. All he could hear, see, taste, and smell, and feel, was you. He could feel cum leak slowly out of his cock, not being able to handle how turned on and rock hard he was, he needed some kind of release. But there was no way in hell he was going to touch himself, not when he could have his hands grasp onto your hips, holding you down on his face even further. He hoped one of these days that you would eventually become one. That he could have your delicious cunt permanently on his face, even if it meant suffocating to death.

"Cillian... I... fuck..." Your head was rolled back, hand gripping desperately onto the top of his head, too lost in the pleasure to think about how you could be hurting him but you knew if it was too much for him he'd tap out which he never does. You knew Cillian would take whatever you gave him. "I'm cumming!" You choked out, your hips that were previously fucking his face slowed down a bit, stuttering your movements as you came. You hadn't came this hard in months, your fingers could never compare, nor could your vibrator, or showerhead. You had fully collapsed on top of his head, thighs squeezing his head like a vice as you saw stars. Your vision going completely white. Cillian lapped up all of it, taking it gratefully, face completely drenched and well ridden as you pulled off of him with a gasp.

"Bloody hell..." He grunted, gasping for air. You sat on his chest, still too weak or sensitive to move. Cillian smiled up at you dopily, high off of feeding off you. It only turned you on further how he got off on your pleasure. "Tastes so good... missed that so much... think I know what I'll be doin' all of today, love." You shook your head at Cillian, giggling a bit.

His face was drenched and beard sticky with your cum. Your cum formed perfect little droplets within the hair on his face, looking like he had just dipped his whole face in some sort of body of water, your cum had made it all the way to his forehead somehow. You blushed as you hopped off of him, you always felt embarrassed afterwards.

"Oh my god!" You exclaimed, seeing a bit of blood staining his teeth, you looked down at your groin to make sure you weren't bleeding (maybe you got your period?) but your heart sank at the realization you had managed to bust his top lip with how hard you rode his face. "I'm so sorry, Cillian! I'm so so sorry!"

He sat up with a frown, rubbing at his mouth to see the bit of blood on his fingers. He grinned like a mad man at the sight, standing up to look at himself in the mirror. You didn't understand why he was so happy about it. Beard coated in your creamy cum, face flushed, and his top lip bruised and swollen from where it had been repeatedly rubbing against his teeth. Cillian was pleased with his appearance and the newly made wound on his face. You stood up on shaky legs, cupping his face, worriedly.

"It's okay, love," Cillian reassured. "I'm fine, just a bit of blood, it'll heal by tomorrow I'm sure."

"No! I hurt you! I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!" You felt so guilty, you felt like the worst wife in the world. You brushed your thumb along his wet beard with a sad look on your face.

"Y/N," He said firmly, grabbing a hold of your waist, giving you a soft kiss, giving you a taste of yourself. "I wish you could understand just how much I love it when you ride my face. Best fuckin' thing in the whole world, how many times have I told you I'd die a happy man if it meant I got to drown in ya? Hmmm?" He smiled, you still frowned up at him, feeling guilty at his reddened lips. "Fuck, I don't think I could look sexier right now, I mean look at me! I don't really care f'me on looks but c'mon... you make me beautiful, Y/N..." Cillian looked delicious, he was right, you wanted to pounce him then and there and sit on his face all over again. "If people ask what happened to my lip, I can make up some flimsy excuse about how I fell on my face or some shit like that but smile to myself... knowin' the real story..." He licked his lips before continuing. "Knowin' that my goddess of a wife got herself off on my face because she loves me so much..."

His voice was soft, his hands caressed your naked body as he leaned in and kissed you. His beard was the best feeling ever against your lips. "I am sorry though... Cillian... I should've been more gentle..." You murmured. Cillian shook his head, he loved it when you were rough with him.

"I know a way you can make it up to me, darling," He hummed with that mischievous grin before gently pushing you down onto your knees, face right next to his deliciously hard cock. He moved his hips so that the head of his dick pushed at your lips, slapping you gently across the face with it. "Can't promise I'm gonna last very long though..."

"That's fine, Cillian... love the taste of your cum..." You said smiling as you lovingly took him into your mouth. God he looked so pretty with his beard.

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[mangob3rry]

Never Enough pt.2

*kinda angst but not? lol*

This is part 2 of this angst.

☆.。.：*゜☆ﾞ.。.：*゜☆.。.：*゜☆ .。.：*゜☆

It’s a beautiful thing. Love I mean. It often comes unexpectedly, forcing you through many emotions and challenges. Suddenly, it’s no longer just you, it’s you and I. Gone are the days where you only think about yourself, where you can do whatever you want without having to worry about how it affects another. It’s a big change and it won’t always be easy. But nobody said love was easy, right? Certainly not Satoru.

☆.。.：*゜☆ﾞ.。.：*゜☆.。.：*゜☆ .。.：*゜☆

*FLASHBACK*

When you came into his life, everything wasn’t so complicated. He had his looks, his charm, his six eyes, his friends.. but he didn’t have you. Not yet anyway. Gojo had always said that you were the missing puzzle piece in his life. Existence just felt right with you around. Even Shoko and Suguru liked you! Life was just… well, perfect! Not a day went by where he didn’t remind you how lucky he was to have caught you (coincidentally) that day on the sidewalk. You were breathtaking. Of course he had been captivated by your beauty the moment he laid eyes on you. Him and his friends had been walking around and enjoying their free time which seemed few and far between these days when a gorgeous sight befell Gojo’s eye sight. You, so beautiful in your flowy sundress that rested upon your figure so delicately. You, who were currently walking towards him and not paying attention to a rock on ground while you snickered with your friends about something irrelevant. And as your- not so graceful- form stumbled towards the rough pavement, two strong arms caught you. Your disoriented eyes flickering up to meet his that looked at you from behind his dark sunglasses, and in that moment Satoru knew that he had found his missing piece.

“Oh god- I am so sorry!” You blurted as you scrambled back onto your feet. Bowing down slightly as some sort of an apology.

“No worries! I’m just glad you didn’t fall and hurt yourself!” Satoru chuckled, his voice smooth and confident as he smiled down at you. Your friends laughing softly behind you as they watched this awkward yet- admittedly cute interaction. His friends looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“I should have looked where I was stepping I am really sorry! Thank you so much for catching me!” You giggled nervously as you looked anywhere but this extremely handsome stranger’s face. Wanting to find a way to repay him, you remembered the bag of sweet treats that you had picked up a few minutes ago.

“Oh here! Take this, it’s the least I can do!” You said cheerfully as you reached for the fluffy slice of cake that was delicately wrapped in the bag you were holding.

“No no! You don’t need to repay me doll. I was just trying to save your pretty dress from getting dirty.” He replied- pulling his glasses slightly down and giving you a wink. His friends still watching this exchange with amusement and slight disgust at how unlike him Gojo was acting. And once you saw his piercing blue eyes, you were hooked.

“Please! Take it! It’s a thank you for saving my dress- and my pride!” You replied with a grimace as you shoved the little box into his hands. Giving him no choice but to take it.

“Anyway, thank you again!” You said hurriedly as you turned back to your friends and quickly walking away before he could say anything. You were hoping he hadn’t noticed the redness that had spread across your face.

“He was cuteeee!” One of your girlfriends squealed.

“Yeah! If you don’t want him, can I have him?” The other one smiled as she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“H-hey wait!” Satoru said loudly, perhaps a bit too loud. As he took two long strides towards you, grabbing one of your wrists gently to stop you from leaving. Your girlfriends quickly walking away as they turned back to give you a thumbs up, silently signaling that they’d wait for you further ahead.

“Can I at least get your name?” He spoke in a tone a bit more desperate than he was used to.

“L/n Y/n. And what about you, mysterious stranger?” you retorted with a smile. The redness in your cheeks only intensifying as he looked at you.

“Gojo Satoru, at your service.” He said as he released your wrist and bowed like an old timey gentleman which made you snicker.

“Well Gojo Satoru, it was nice to meet you.” You curtsied awkwardly in return before you began to turn away once more. Oh yeah, he was gonna marry you.

“Wait, can I uhh.. take you out some time?” His voice faltered nervously, taking him by surprise again. Who were you? Why was he so nervous? He’s Gojo Satoru!

“I’d like that.” You smiled.

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“She’s pregnant, right?” Shoko asked in her normal monotone voice.

“H-how do you-“ He sputtered.

“I was with her when she found out.” She said.

When-“ he began.

“Look, if I was you I’d go back home and do whatever it is you do after work. Shes safe, but she doesn’t want to see nor talk to you.” She spoke coldly into the phone.

“Shoko, tell me where she is. I need to talk to her. I need to clear things up please!” He almost screamed desperately.

“Why now? Why don’t you go back to ignoring her like you’ve been doing for the past 6 months? Seems like you were doing just fine not talking to her then. You’ll be fine now.” She continued. How did Shoko know? Had he missed something? He never thought to ask if you’d been spending time anywhere else and beside your bakery.

“What are you talking about? Are you best friends now or what? What did I miss” He babbled.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass for two seconds you’d realize what the hell you were putting your wife through. Maybe she needed a friend to lean on while her husband was absent in their marriage. Regardless, you’re still my friend so I’ll tell you this. She is safe, her and the baby will okay and you need to give her space and get your shit together before you come looking for her.” She said sternly before cutting the call.

“What the fuck just happened.” He asked himself incredulously, letting the shock set in. Shoko was right, he’d been so caught up in his own little brooding world that he didn’t realize how horridly he was treating you at home.

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“What did I just do Shoko?! I just left him! Just like that! The father of my future child!” You sobbed as your friend set a warm cup of tea down on the coffee table, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. Comforting didn’t really come naturally to her but for you, her unexpected close friend, she’d suck it up.

“He didn’t deny that he was cheating or anything! He just sputtered as I walked out the door! I don’t know what’s going on! He’s so different now- it’s like I don’t even know who he is anymore!” You continued to sob into your hands.

“Like I’ve said before, as much as I hate him right now, I have to admit that I don’t think he’d cheat on you. He’s been head over heels for you since he laid his stupid blue eyes on you. I was literally there.” Shoko sighed as she grabbed the cup of tea and offered it towards your trembling hands. Taking a deep breath in you sniffled as you grabbed it.

“Then what else could it be? Why does he spend so much time at “work”? The Satoru I know would take any chance he got to get away from work to come back home to me!It just doesn’t make any sense! Why does he come back smelling of perfume?” You ranted as you sipped at your tea. A sudden wave of nausea coming over you forcing you to run towards Shoko’s bathroom, immediately throwing up into the toilet. You didn’t know if it was the pregnancy hormones or the overwhelming emotions swirling in your head that were the cause.

“Well, I did mention that there’s been a lot of talk about some special grade curses that have been popping up more frequently. Maybe he’s just been getting caught up with that? I mean there’s been a lot of injured sorcerers coming in lately.” She said as she held your hair up. Once you’d finish emptying your stomach, you shakily got up to rinse your mouth with a cup of water that Shoko had placed on the sink.

“As for the perfume, there’s a lot of different sorcerers that have been coming around and joining meetings about those special grades, maybe one of them just wears a lot of perfume?” She tried to rationalize. She hated Satoru right now sure- but did she think he’d cheat on you? No. Not for a second. If she was honest, she hadn’t seen much of him for months. But what she did know was that special grades were becoming a problem, and nobody was better at exorcising them than Gojo Satoru.

“I don’t know what to think! He’s the love of my life, I want to believe that it’s anything but infidelity. I just can’t think of anything else that it could be! He’s made it so difficult these last few months.” You signed defeatedly. However, before you could even leave the bathroom there was a frantic knocking coming from the front door. Your breath hitched as the knocking continued, causing the both of you to freeze. Of course you knew who it was, but you weren’t sure you had the strength to face him right now.

“Go into the guest room, okay? I’ll deal with him.” She said reassuringly. Nodding, you made your way to her guest room. However, being unable to stop yourself, you walked back to the end of the hallway so you could eavesdrop on their exchange.

“What do you want?” She asked bluntly, looking up at her disheveled friend. His blindfold had been pulled down around his neck and the rain falling behind him.

“I know she’s in here, Shoko. Let me in” he said in a much calmer tone than she had anticipated.

“She doesn’t want to see you. Go away.” She stated coldly.

“I’m not asking. Let me see my wife.” He said in a stern yet controlled demeanor.

“I said she doesn’t want to see you, just leave her alone. Haven’t you done enough? You had your chance.” Her voice rising slightly, uncharacteristically.

“I’m getting in there one way or another Shoko.” He said, no longer looking down at his only remaining friend. Instead, he focused on a familiar figure behind her walking towards the door.

“I said no-“ she began, but before she could continue she felt your delicate hand on her shoulder. Her head spun around to look at you in an expression that said “what the hell are you doing?”.

“It’s okay Shoko.” You said quietly, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly.

“Fine, but I’m gonna be right inside if you need me. And don’t step too far from the door.” She agreed as she handed you an umbrella. Not sparing a glance at Satoru before retreating back inside and shutting the door softly.

“Baby please, let me explain. I promise it’ll all make sense.” he spoke gently, his hands reaching towards yours, not expecting you to flinch away slightly. His eyes widening in shock.

“What do you want, Satoru? Did you come to yell at me and call me useless some more?” You spat, looking directly into his cerulean eyes that searched yours in silent desperation.

“Darling, please let me explain.” He said in almost a whisper, anticipating your response which came in only a slight nod. And with a nervous gulp, he began.

“6 months ago, there was an uptick in special grade curse sightings. Of course I was sent to exorcise them, but when I went on a mission one night, I saw..” he sighed, closing his eyes before resuming.

“I saw Suguru..” he said.

“S-Suguru? But Suguru is..” your words faded.

“I know. He- he looked like him, he spoke like him. Or- it tried to but something was off. Once I really got a look, I realized it wasn’t him. And in that moment, he- it took stitches out of his forehead and showed me what it really was. A curse that transferred its brain into his body. My best friend’s body. He- he was using his body like his puppet.” Satoru let out a mix of a sigh and a laugh in disbelief. Your eyes widened in shock as he continued, his own beginning to water and a desperate hand gripping his snow white hair. You desperately fought back the urge to reach up and stroke his face to comfort him, like you tended to do when he was in distress. Your beloved Satoru, he’d been going through so much and you were none the wiser. But that doesn’t change the way he hurt you.

“He tried to capture me in the prison realm but he was unsuccessful. And as more sorcerers came he was forced to leave before they could arrive. Ever since then I’ve been going insane trying to find him and get my best friend’s body back. The late nights aren’t me going to “get dinner” they’re me trying to find where this fucking curse is and getting my best friend back, so his body can rest in peace. I never meant to put up so many barriers between us. A-As for the perfume- I’ve been spending more time around other sorcerers to help with the search, one of them being Mei Mei. I paid her to help me look for him and she won’t stop spraying that stuff every 30 fucking minutes. But that’s irrelevant. I promise you I would never be and have never been unfaithful to you. I adore you, y/n.” He said, his hand finally taking a hold of yours as you tried to process everything he’d just dumped onto you. Your shocked eyes searching his for any sign of dishonesty, but his expression never wavered. His eyes only looking back at yours with intense sincerity.

“I know that nothing I say will ever make up for what I put you through these past months, but if you’ll have me I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you are the love of my life. I’ll spend the rest of my days slowly gaining your trust back. I’d give up my six eyes if it meant that you’d give me another chance, my love.” He said as he slowly brought your hand up to to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it.

“I-I don’t know what to say..” you stuttered. And you truly didn’t. You had no reason not to believe your husband, it all tracked. I mean who wouldn’t lose their minds after seeing their best friend being used as a flesh puppet after their supposed death.

“I know that you deserve better, my darling. I will never forgive myself for hurting you. But I promise- I swear to you that I’ll be a better husband to you. I’ll be the best husband you could ask for. I’ll be the best father I can be to our little one. I’d do anything for you, y/n.” He professed.

“I don’t need you to be “the best husband”, I need you to be the Satoru that I met all those years ago. The Satoru that vowed to be with me in sickness and in health, I love you too- more than you’ll ever know. But how can I go back so easily? I understand that you’ve been through a lot, but why did you shut yourself away from me? I’m your wife, Satoru! I’m supposed to be your support! How can I be there for you if you don’t let me? How can I know that you won’t just go back to the way you’ve been for half a year?” You said, your voice trembling and the tears that welled up in your lash line now falling down your cheeks once more. Satoru’s hands gently cupped your face as he wiped at your tears, like he always did. His expression softening.

“That’s a risk that you have to take, baby. And I know that you have no reason to take it, but I want you to know that whatever you choose- I’ll be here for you and the baby. Until the day I die.” His eyes staring back into your own with the love that you hadn’t felt for 6 arduous months. This was your Satoru, the father of your unborn child. And after a moment that felt like eternity for the both of you..

“I- Yes!” You choked out in a sob. Your free hand reaching up to cup his cheek causing him to let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

“Thank you.. thank you so much, Y/n. I promise you that I will make up for it till the last of my days. I will never let any form of harm come to you or our baby.” Satoru spoke earnestly. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off of the ground and kissing you like he did the day he married you.

“I love you, Y/n Gojo.” He whispered into your kiss.

It didn’t have to be instant and it would certainly be a very long and very emotionally painful process. But with your Satoru by your side, your little family would make it. Because, that’s what love is. There will be ups and there will be downs. It’ll be difficult and sometimes painful, but there isn’t a manual you can read that tells you how to navigate love gracefully. Bumps in the road will always happen. Some worse than others, but if you’re willing to work on it- there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel. After all, nobody said love was easy.

☆.。.：*゜☆ﾞ.。.：*゜☆.。.：*゜☆ .。.：*゜☆

I didn’t expect such positive reactions on my last post! Thank you sooo much for that! Anyway I didn’t know what direction I wanted to take with this part so I just decided to wing it. I’m not completely happy with it but I hope you guys liked it. :3 *this does not follow the cannon story like %100!*

Disclaimer: very much not edited, I finished this at 5:30AM ˁ῁̬ˀ

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[enhaheeseung]

𝐂𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 - 𝐋. 𝐇𝐞����𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

💻PAIRING: Heeseung X fem reader!

⌨️ WARNINGS: smut, angst, alcohol consumption, analingus, oral fem receiving, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, age gap, public sex, anal fingering. dirty talk, cursing. heeseung says fuck a lot, lol reader and heeseung are both dumb asf

🖱️GENRE: coworkers, best friends, comedy, romance, drama.

🖥️SUMMARY: in which a series of multiple unnecessary events take place for you to confess your feelings or not?

WC: 8k+

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NOTE: hi, everybody i”m back with my new fic “cubical crush” i hope you all will enjoy it, even though the plot is intentionally silly, and it”s different from what i usually write. anyways, it is heavily inspired by @heerated thigh riding fic for kinktober. as soon as i read it i got the idea for this. that being said, i hope you all like it. happy reading!

“Congratulations, ms, y/n,” your best friend and co-worker stopped by your workspace holding a celebratory bottle of wine in his hand.

“Thank you,” you gave him a smile.

“You’re more than welcome” he set the bottle down on your desk. He leaned against the wall loosening the tie around his neck and folding his arms. “Can’t believe you got promoted before I did.” 

You giggle slightly. “Me neither. I always thought you’d be first.”

“Oh, come on, y/n, don’t be so humble all the time. We both know you would get it before I did. You’re practically perfect, and I’m not,” he pouted.

“Don’t be sad. I’m sure your time is coming soon,” you assured him with a slight smile on the corner of your lips.

“I hope you’re right. I’m so proud of you. you’ve worked so hard for this, and it finally paid off,” he sighs and stares at you with a fond look in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you said, shying away from his gaze. Not exactly used to having a somewhat serious, heartfelt interaction with him most of the time. It was just meaningless bickering back and forth about the most random things.

“You’re growing up right before my eyes” he wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye.

So much for heartfelt, but this is the seung you were used to, so it didn’t bother you.

“Oh, stop it. So are you you were just a baby when we started working together.”

“I wasn’t a baby,” he corrected his once lazy posture against the wall and stood straight with a stern look on his face.

“Yes, you were. You remember you were so nervous that you stuttered while introducing yourself to everyone, and then you started blushing. I remember it like yesterday. You were so cute.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you still remember that, and for the record, I wasn’t cute. I was handsome.”

“No, you were cute, now you’re handsome” the words just kinda slipped out by accident, and of course, he wasn’t just going to ignore it.

He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Really now?”

“You know what I meant,” you glared at him.

He chuckled. “I’m just teasing, but that’s good to know cause I think you’re beautiful.”

This was already headed in a direction that it shouldn’t have. You knew he’d been attracted to you since you became friends, and his flirty nature only blossomed as he got older and spent more time with you. You and him had lunch every day. Sometimes, After work, you’d have dinner together and even give him rides home. All throughout that time, he never missed a single opportunity to let you know how he felt about you romantically and sexually.

All your colleagues thought you were dating, and even though you denied it multiple times, they still teased you cause they thought you were being professional by keeping your relationship hidden.

But that wasn’t the case. You and heeseung were just good friends, really good friends, and nothing more.

“Umm, so, would you like some wine?” You dismissed his comment entirely.

“Sure! why not?” He pulled his chair from his cubical and took a seat next to you.

“Hope you’re fine with coffee mugs,” you chuckled.

“Oh, did you really think I’d buy wine without glasses?” He rolled his chair back and grabbed a paper bag from his work desk. “Ta-dah!” He laughed slightly, setting them on your desk.

“So you prepared for this? What if I didn’t invite you for a drink?”

“Then I’d just have two wine glasses for no reason,” he stated the obvious in an unamused tone, resting his cheek in his palm, and of course, he had to add his signature eye roll.

“Smart ass,” you pushed his shoulder before filling both wine glasses.

“Flat ass,” he replied a little too quickly for your liking and took a sip from his glass.

“If it’s so flat, what are you always staring at?” you reply cockily and take a drink from your own glass.

He nearly choked on his wine, wiping the residue from his chin. He couldn’t even deny it, either. He loved staring at your plump ass when you wore the tightest of skirts to the office. He can’t count how many times he had to control himself from getting a hard-on, and today was no different when you showed up to your promotion party looking like you owned the whole building.

He gulped the rest of the wine from his cup before refilling it again, giving him time to regain his composure.

After he calmed down a bit, he proposed a toast to your achievement. “To you” he held his glass, clanking it with yours.

“You’re so lame” you rolled your eyes at him and clanked your glass with his.

“So lame that you’ve been friends with me since I was 18, begged me to get a job with you. You have lunch with me every single day. You give me rides and even sometimes ask me to come over to your place instead to have dinner with you, and not to mention you invite me over every Saturday for movi-”

You were going to put your hand over his mouth to silence him, but since he had his cup to his lips, you opted for his neck instead.

Bad idea.

Before you could come in contact with his neck, he gripped your wrist and said something that honestly didn’t even surprise you anymore. “Ooh, Kinky, I like it,” he smirked at you.

“I hate you.”

“That’s a funny way to say you love me, y/n. I love you too,” he let go of your wrist and pinched your cheek.

You pushed his hand away from your face and glared at him. “And Just cause you’re lame doesn’t mean I don’t like spending time with you, idiot.”

“Hop off my dick, would you?”

“What dick?” You chuckled.

“The one that could be balls deep inside you if you’d stop playing hard to get,” he retorted.

Now it was your turn to choke on your wine.

Some of the liquid trickled down your chin, and he didn’t miss the opportunity to swipe it away with his thumb, using the chance to tilt your face towards him and lean in closer to you.

You quickly shook your head and focused on anything else but him. “This wine is delicious. Where did you get it from?” As you were pouring another glass, he gripped your wrist, stopping you from doing so.

“Come on, y/n, how much longer are you going to keep this up?”

“Keep what up?” You reply, pretending not to know what he’s talking about.

“This act” he ran his fingers through his hair and released a sigh of frustration.

“You’re confusing me, seungie.”

“Stop acting like you don’t know that I want you. I mean, I made it obvious since the first day we met, and all you ever do is brush me off like I’m not even here.”

You hated that out of all times. He had to bring this up now. You just wanted to celebrate your promotion, but somehow you found yourself discussing the topic you tried your hardest to avoid for years. “Look, I know, and I’ve been trying to keep the relationship between us as just friends.”

“But why? After all these years, you don’t feel even the slightest bit attracted to me?”

“Being attracted to someone doesn’t mean liking them, Seung” you had already downed two more glasses of wine almost unknowingly.

“Well, you don’t like me even just a little?” He just kept prying. You hated how hard-headed he was all the time. In some cases, it was an admirable trait, but right now was not one of them.

“Of course I do. You’re like my little brother,” you flat-out lied to end the discussion, but he wasn’t buying it for two seconds. Not to say you thought he would, but it was still worth a shot.

“I already know that’s bullshit. You never treat me like a brother,” he scoffs.

“I don’t treat you like a boyfriend either,” you reply, feeling like you had a point, but apparently, that is not how he saw it.

He was fed up at this point, and maybe the wine had gotten to him just a tiny bit. “Fuck it” he spun your chair around and quickly pressed his lips against yours.

You absolutely melted into the kiss and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. He was shocked to see that you actually reciprocated his advances, but he wasn’t complaining, only focusing on the way your lips felt on his the kiss was everything he thought it’d be and more.

You’d never say it out loud to anyone, but you’ve wanted him for so long there was only one problem.

He was just so out of your league, far more successful than you were at his age, a whole ten years younger than you, and honestly, the idea of being more than friends with him intimidated you.

He pulled away from the kiss reluctantly and rested his forehead against yours. “So much for me being your little brother,” he breathes against your lips.

“Shut up” you cupped his face in your hands, bringing him even closer and ultimately giving in to your desires.

“Yes, Ma’am” he connected his lips to yours once again and began kneading your thighs with his large veiny hands. He deepened the kiss and slipped his hand up your skirt rubbing you through the thin material of your underwear.

“Heeseung,” you gasp, feeling your body flush with heat at the contact of his hands between your legs.

He smiled against your lips when you tangled your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots softly.

Before things got too heated, you leaned back to take a breather. “What if we get caught?”

“We’re like the only ones still here. Everyone left after the celebration” he kissed your jaw and down to your neck, sucking on the supple skin.

You lost yourself in the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking all over your skin. You let your head fall back to give him better access to your sweet spot and moaned loudly when he nipped at the flesh.

You used every last ounce of your strength to pull away from him cause, at the back of your mind. You couldn’t help but feel worried about getting caught. “But what if?”

He groaned agitatedly, but he knew it was better to be safe than sorry he knew how important work was to you, and if you got fired, cause of him, he’d never forgive himself for it. “You’re right. There’s a storage room right around the corner. Come on” he took your hand in his gently and led you to the dark space making sure to lock the door behind him. “There, that way, we for sure won’t get caught.” he smiled softly and made his way over to you.

“Seung, I’m not so sure about this,” you chewed on your lip nervously.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, don’t worry about it. If at any point you want me to stop, just let me know, okay?”

He held your face in his hands, waiting for your reply. “Okay,” you nodded your head.

“Okay,” he whispered reassuringly and backed you up against a desk in the dimly lit room, attaching his lips to yours and kissing you feverishly. He lifted your skirt up, gripping your ass tightly, causing you to moan into the kiss. He immediately stuck his tongue inside your mouth, tangling it with yours.

He pushed his body as close to you as possible, grinding his bulge against your core. You gasped when you felt how big he was. he hummed in delight as he trailed kisses down your jawline. “I just couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off you today. I love it so much when you wear skirts,” he confessed while placing kisses all over your exposed neck.

“Really? I guess I’ll have to wear them more often.”

“You’d do that just for me?” He raised a brow that you couldn’t see cause his face was tilted to the side as he swiped the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear.

“Anything for you” you palmed his erection through his slacks, with your lip caught between your teeth.

“Is that so?” He released an unstable breath at the feeling of your hand teasing his hard length.

“Yes, anything,” you moaned breathlessly as he nibbled on your earlobe.

“Then turn around and bend over for me” his slightly assertive tone made you do exactly as he said, bending over the desk and arching your back as far as you could for him.

He ran his palms all along your backside, massaging his favorite part of your body. He got down on his knees, easily leveling his face with your ass as he bunched your skirt further up around your waist and yanked your panties down in one swift motion.

You whimper from the cool air hitting your bare pussy. “So, so wet,” he licked the glob of wetness dripping from your pretty pink hole. Moaning at the taste of your arousal coating his tongue, you tasted even better than he could have ever dreamed of.

“Fuck” you dropped your head on the desk in front of you while he lapped up all your juices. You just knew he would be good at this, but not this good. He exceeded all your expectations by far, and he was only just getting started.

He gulped loudly while swallowing his saliva mixed with your essence. “Taste so fucking good, doll. I could eat your pussy all day” needless to say, he was already rock solid in his slacks, but he couldn’t be bothered with that right now, his hands were already preoccupied with your plump ass cheeks, and all he wanted was to eat you out for hours. “And you smell so amazing” he inhaled deeply before diving back in, sucking on your pussy lips, and it was like he was making an effort to make the most filthiest sounds behind you, slurping and sucking loudly while he ate you out like there was no tomorrow.

He stuck two of his long thick fingers inside you, stretching you out just right for him. “You’re really tight. Just relax, doll” you listened to his words as you took a deep breath before giving yourself to him fully and relaxing under his touch. It’s been quite a while since you’ve been intimate with someone, but he was able to make you comfortable as he easily guided you through all of his ministrations and reassured you with his delicate voice over and over again.

His cock was leaking so much precum and he could have sworn he’s never been this turned on before. You barely even touched him, but there was just something about you that could make him painfully hard without even doing anything.

As he trailed his tongue through your wet folds, the path led him to where he so badly needed to be, and before he could think twice about it, he was already flattening his tongue against your perineum.

You had no idea how just his tongue alone was making you feel so good your eyes were rolling back in your head, and your legs were already quivering from the intense pleasure. “That feels so good,” you cried out, gripping the desk tightly. The feeling of his warm wet tongue on one of the most sensitive parts of your body had you short-circuiting.

“You like that?” He moaned against your skin as he humped the air trying to seek any type of relief for his throbbing cock, which was no use. Only you could give him what he needed.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered out.

His eyes fluttered open only to be met with your twitching rim, and he didn’t even try to resist the strong urge to lick a stripe between your ass cheeks, making you yelp in pleasure. No one has ever done anything like that before. It felt so foreign but so amazing at the same time.

You never wanted him to stop, and it’s like he could read your mind as he circled your rim with the tip of his tongue teasingly.

“Mmm, so good,” his voice tickled your skin as he spread you open with the palm of his hand, creating even more space to lick you up and down.

He messily licked from your wet hole to your quivering rim, speeding up the movement of his fingers inside you while stimulating you with his tongue.

Each time his digits went in and out of you, they were coated in a thick creamy layer of your arousal. He couldn’t believe he was the one making you this wet, but it only motivated him to continue on until your juices were running down your thighs.

He was almost positive he was enjoying this more than you. His dick was so hard, and it only got harder as he stuck his tongue out and inserted it in your tight hole.

The feeling of his fingers in your pussy and his tongue inside your ass at the same time felt so unreal. “Seung s-so good,” you whimpered helplessly, relying on the desk to hold all your weight as you felt your legs beginning to give out when his saliva-coated tongue went deeper in your hole.

He rested his hand on your lower back, bringing your body impossibly close to his face. He spat on your puckered rim that winked in anticipation as he smeared his saliva between your cheeks with his pouty lips kissing your tight hole softly before sticking his tongue back inside of you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hand behind you and push his face forward as if he wasn’t already close enough. You could feel his hot, heavy breath against your wet skin, and that only heightened the intensity of the pleasure he was giving to you.

He made a sound mixed between a laugh and a breathy moan. His face was literally pressed against your ass as he did his best to work with what little space you left for him. He wouldn’t have stopped, but he needed to breathe, so finally, he pulled away, leaving your holes clenching and needy for him.

At this point, he was just too worked up, and he needed you now more than anything in the world. He pulled his fingers out of you gently, licking them clean before he stood up, ignoring the ache in his knees as he hastily lowered his slacks and underwear. “You ready for me, doll?”

“Yes, please hurry, Seung” he smacked your ass and jiggled it with his palm as the sound bounced off the walls. You yelped in pleasure from the burning yet pleasurable sting.

He rubbed his oozing tip on your soaking folds, gathering your wetness so he could push in with ease.

“Shit, I’ve been wanting this for so long, Ever since we met” his heart was racing in anticipation mixed with something else he couldn’t quite pinpoint, and he was sure he’s never wanted anything more than this, not even a promotion and he really wanted a promotion, so that was saying a lot.

He pushed in the tip only, easing himself back and forth slowly. “Oh god,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, I could cum just from this,” he admits while gripping your waist tightly to bring you closer to his body. He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek before pushing in all the way, sliding his thick cock in your cunt. “Fuck, princess, you feel so amazing,” he moaned loudly, not holding back his sounds of pleasure one bit. He wanted you to know the effect you had on him.

“Y-you can move now” you were already so impatient. You just needed him now.

He wasted no more time talking and thrusted in you slow yet so deep at the same time.

He set his pace nice and steady until you adjusted to his size, which didn’t take long, given the fact that you were already so wet and needy to be filled up with his cock.

“Faster Seung, please. I need you” you dug your nails into the desk.

“Anything you want, precious” a moan escaped his lips as he sped up his thrusts, hips slapping against your ass with each one. He gathered a ball of saliva and spat it into his hand, using the slimy substance to lubricate your obscenely tight rim. After he spread it all over your hole, he stuck his thumb inside you, filling up both of your holes perfectly.

“Ah Seung,” you gasp out from the unfamiliar sensation.

“You like that, don't you? You like having me deep in both your pretty little holes?” He matched the rhythm of his thumb with his strokes steadily moving in and out of you at the perfect pace. “Say it,” he grunted.

“Yes- fuck seungie, it feels really good, so full” he was hitting all the right spots inside you. Somehow everything he did felt heavenly, and the pleasure only increased with each and every one of his skillful movements.

There was no way to describe how good he was feeling. He was lightheaded as his tip kissed your sweet spot repeatedly. He watched his cock stretch you out to the fullest your pussy lips looked so perfect as they stretched far and wide to accommodate his big cock. “You’re taking me so well, my princess.”

He could feel how tightly you clenched around his thumb and cock, letting him know you were getting close, and so was he. “Doll, I’m so close,” he warned you, followed by a shaky breath, and you felt his dick twitching inside you.

You were not far behind either as you reached your hand down to rub your clit in fast circles, making you clench down even tighter on his dick. “Seung, I’m cumming!” You rubbed your clit into overstimulation while he continued to fuck you from behind.

“Me too, princess, I’m gonna breed this perfect little pussy” just as the words left his mouth, you felt him releasing his load deep inside your convulsing hole. “Fuck, y/n,” he panted as his hips began to falter, and you could feel the strong pulsating of his cock as he was cumming.

You huffed out heavy breaths while you came down from your orgasm. He moved your hair from your face leaning down to capture your lips as he rutted his hips into you, riding out your highs together. He tangled his tongue with yours, getting lost in the heat of your mouth and pussy.

He finally stilled his movements hissing in over-sensitivity when he removed his heavy length from your hole, watching as his warm cum spilled out of you and onto the floor. “Fuck” he swallowed thickly before giving your ass a light spank. “Come here, doll” he sat in the desk chair, lifting you on his lap and setting you right on top of his dick “so far, so good?” He tapped your waist with his index finger making sure you were okay to continue.

You nodded weakly, too drained to respond.

“Let me do all the work. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I promise” he kissed your temple and lifted you up slightly while you wrapped your arms around his neck. After aligning his dick with your used hole, he lowered you on his length, bouncing you up and down on his cock slowly. “Yes, that’s it” he sighed in pleasure and tipped his head back slightly to take in the view in front of him with hooded eyes.

“Seungie,” you whined while looking into his eyes and biting on your bottom lip.

“Shh, doll, I know” he rested his forehead against yours, bouncing you on his cock harder, creating loud slapping noises as your sweaty bodies collided with one another.

“Is someone there?” You both jumped at a voice outside. It must have been one of the janitors coming in for their night shift.

“It’s okay” he slowed down and rubbed your back to comfort you. “just keep your voice down. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you whispered and nodded your head.

“Yeah?” he smiled and pressed his lips to yours briefly before picking up the pace and bucking his hips up into you. “That’s my girl” he secured you tightly with his left arm holding you close while his right hand traveled down to your clit, rubbing you there softly.

You moaned quietly and collapsed onto his shoulder while his tip hit your spot perfectly.

Every stroke of his cock felt better than the last, and it was only a matter of time before you came yet again. “It feels so good” you buried your face in his neck, sucking and licking every inch you could reach.

He chuckled softly from the tickling sensation on his neck. “I know, baby. You feel so good.”

“I’m close, Seung.” you panted in his ear.

“Yeah?” He breathed out, feeling himself already losing his strength from going so hard on the previous round.

“Yes, so close” You used every last bit of energy to ride him at a pace that had you both cumming in mere seconds.

“Oh fuck” he whined in your ear lowly as his legs started to shake. “y/n, please, please, don’t fucking stop,” he whispered, feeling his second orgasm approaching rapidly as sweat beads trickle down his forehead.

His pleas for you to keep going only fueled you to give him your all as you clung tighter onto his shoulders for support to fuck him faster and deeper.

“Oh my fucking god,” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he looked between your bodies, watching the way your pussy sucked his cock in. His abdomen was covered in your slick and cum, which only turned him on ten times more. He loved it wet and messy. “You’re riding me so well,” he rubbed your clit just a little longer until the knot inside your stomach unraveled. “cum for my doll.”

“Fuck!” You yelped as your legs shook uncontrollably. So much for keeping quiet, but you were sure whoever was outside the door had left long ago.

You were clenching around his cock for the second time tonight. The convulsions of your cunt triggered his orgasm, and you felt his cock get even harder just seconds before he pumped his seed into you. His length throbbed with every squirt of warm cum he released inside you. “Y/n,” he groaned while tightening the grip on your hips.

You continued to clench around his girthy cock in your post-orgasmic state, persuading him to empty every last ounce of his hot cum until he filled you up to the brim.

“Seung,” you mewled from the over-sensitivity gripping the collar of his dress shirt as you tiredly rested your forehead on his shoulder.

“I got you, I got you” he held you close to his chest and pecked your forehead, calming you down from your intense high.

You could feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

You both stayed in that position for a good while, trying to regain control of your breathing and energy. He stroked your head softly as his body still trembled under you slightly. “That was so much better than I could have ever imagined” he kissed your cheek softly.

“It really was” you drew random patterns on his chest and played with his tie, which he thought was so adorable.

He held you even closer to his body, resting his head on your shoulder with his dick still inside you. “Wanna get cleaned up now?” He asked in the most delicate voice you’ve ever heard from him.

You shook your head no. Being pressed against his wide chest and full of his cock was just too comforting for you to want to move. “You’re so warm” you nuzzled your face in his neck.

He let out an airy chuckle placing a kiss on your head, not caring about the fact that his pants were down around his ankles. “Whose the older one here?” He teased you. You were literally acting like a baby, which made his heart swell. You were just too cute.

“Seung,” you whined.

He could only laugh at you, too tired to tease you any longer.

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“Hey, doll,” heeseung whispered behind you, massaging your shoulders.

“Hi,” you reply with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

He moved your hair to the side, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

You moved away from his touch, leaving him slightly puzzled for a second, but it soon clicked. “It’s okay. No one is even paying attention” Nevertheless, he still leaned back to give you some space. “Since we both enjoyed last night so much, I was thinking we could go on a date later, and you could spend the night at my place after,” he continued rubbing your shoulders, which felt amazing, by the way, but you weren’t going to let him know that.

“Not tonight,” you say, annoyed.

“Okay…. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Busy,” you type away on your computer, eyes never leaving the screen.

“This weekend, when we’re not so busy with work,” he suggested.

“Heeseung, please, not right now. You’re bothering me, okay?”

He finally removed his hands away from your shoulders. He knew how serious you could be when it came to working, but he still couldn’t help feeling dejected, especially after being so excited to see you today. “Okay,” he mumbled, going to his cubicle next to yours.

After he left, you sighed and rubbed your temples in frustration. Only an hour went by before you needed a coffee break.

“Feeling better?” Heeseung came up, standing way too close behind you.

You jumped slightly and spilled some of your coffee. “Heeseung, what’s your problem?” You snapped at him for no reason other than the fact you were upset with yourself because of last night.

“Sorry, y/n, It was an accident. I’ll clean it up, don’t worry” he grabbed a few napkins wiping the small mess that you made a big deal out of. “See? All better” he turned you around to face him trapping you by resting his arms on the counter behind you.

“All better,” you repeated, feeling shy from the proximity between you both. He leaned in for a kiss, but you turned your head in the opposite direction.

He lowered his head and clenched his jaw. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you reply quickly.

“If it’s nothing, then why have you been acting weird towards me all morning?”

You tapped the coffee mug in your hand, opting to use silence for an answer instead.

“Talk to me, love,” he spoke softly while cupping your cheeks and focusing on your eyes.

You removed his hands from your face and turned away from him.

“I just don’t get it. Everything was good last night when You took me home, and now you’re acting like you don’t even know me.”

“Seung, just leave it, okay? That was a one-time thing, and it was a mistake,” you reply agitatedly.

He looked at you, taken aback by your choice of words.

“Wow, this is the thanks I get after I completely devoured your ass,” He joked, trying to lighten the mood a little, but that didn't work.

“I’m serious. That will never happen again, so just forget it.”

He scoffed at your words. “So, what are you saying?

“That last night was a mistake, and it shouldn’t have ever happened, so just forget about it.”

“You can’t fucking be serious right now. How the fuck do you expect me to do that? You know I liked you since way back then, and I finally get a chance with you or what I thought was a chance, and now you just want to forget?”

“Seung, stop. We’re at work,” you said, simply ignoring him and his feelings.

“I don’t fucking care where the fuck we are” He stood up straight and locked eyes with you. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t feel anything when you were with me last night. Tell me it meant nothing to you.”

“I didn’t. It meant nothing to me” you held eye contact with him, trying your best not to crack under the pressure of his gaze.

He instantly looked away from your eyes to conceal the hurt expression that immediately took over his features as those words left your mouth. “But, y/n, I’m in lov-“

“Stop,” you cut him off before he could even finish.

You could have sworn you saw him tearing up a bit, and you felt so horrible. “Okay, fine, I’ll just forget about it then like it never even happened.” He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, grabbed the dirty tissues off the counter, and threw them in the trash bin on his way out of the break room.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, finally letting the reality of what just took place sink in.

But it was better this way. You just weren’t right for him. He deserved someone better, younger, and prettier than you, someone, who had a life outside of work, someone who could give him what you couldn’t.

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Unfortunately, The rest of the day, he didn’t look your way, he didn’t call you to take lunch together, he didn’t stay and work overtime with you, absolutely nothing.

You sighed, watching him shut off his desk lamp and pack up his belongings.

He didn’t even say bye.

As much as it hurt to be ignored by him, this was for the better.

He’d get over you sooner than later.

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Or maybe not.

The next few weeks were the same. The only time you talked was in a meeting, and even then, he still didn’t look at you.

You couldn’t help but think that he hated you and that your friendship was now in jeopardy.

You know what you did was shitty, but it wasn’t easy to just tell him you didn’t feel good enough, not only for him but for everything you did in life.

You graduated later than most people. It took you longer to grasp certain aspects of work, and while everyone, including him, was excelling, you always seemed to fall short.

That wasn’t the only thing either. Your parents consistently compared you and your siblings all the time. It felt like a race between who could graduate faster and who could have the highest-paying job. Unfortunately, you took all of that to heart. Ever since then, you felt like you’d never be enough, and you allowed yourself to drown in self-doubt.

Leaving you to become who you are today, a single workaholic hopeless romantic.

Now on the other side of the spectrum. heeseung didn’t hate you, not one bit. He knew you had your reasons cause the y/n he knew would have never done what you did. But that still didn’t make it hurt any less.

He was finding it rather difficult to act the same around you, especially when his thoughts were a complete raging mess one night you were having sex with him. And the morning after, you’re telling him it was a mistake, so he did what he thought was best and gave you space. He didn’t realize that he was actually ignoring you in the process, though.

He missed having lunch with you. He missed seeing you roll your chair back and peeking at him from behind your cubicle to tease him. He missed you driving him home and getting dinner after you both worked overtime together.

But he figured he might as well just see it as a thing of the past, and apparently, so was your guy’s friendship. It had been weeks since you last talked to him, let alone looked his way, and he couldn’t help but blame himself for the way things were going between the two of you. “Four years down the drain just like that if I had just set my feelings aside” he leaned against the break room counter with his coffee in hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to think of a way to fix your guys friendship until he heard an unknown voice.

“Hi, sorry to disturb you, but I’ll be training here for a short period of time, and I wanted to introduce myself to everyone.”

“Oh! Hi, and it’s quite alright. You’re not disturbing me one bit” he extended his hand to shake hers. “Lee heeseung, and you are?”

She took his hand and shook it gently with a shy smile. “Yoo ji min”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, and it’s nice to see new faces every once in a while,” he smiled brightly.

You just had to come into the break room at the absolute worst time. You saw heeseung and the new trainee chatting away, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous at their interaction. “Hello,” you greeted them awkwardly.

Heeseung looked at you with puppy eyes muttering the tiniest little. “Hi,” it was so low you didn’t even hear it.

She gave you a small nod before proceeding with her conversation with heeseung. “So, maybe you could show me what you do sometime?”

You almost puked from her honey voice and the way she was sweet talking to him. “Sure! I could give you a couple of tips too. It’s never easy the first day. If you need anything, I’ll be on the 22nd floor, or just call my extension,” he chuckled lightly.

“I learn faster hands-on. I don’t mind taking a trip all the way up here just to see you,” she winked.

Now she was just being obvious, and heeseung knew it. He had noticed it ever since she first got there. It’s like she literally couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Her fake high-pitched voice almost gave him a headache, but he was just trying to do his job and be nice. “Yeah, umm, see you around” her direct flirting was making him more than a tad bit uncomfortable, so he got out of dodge sooner than later.

Thank god you didn’t have to listen to that any longer. One minute was more than enough.

When she introduced herself to you, it was literally hi and bye, but with heeseung, she had to use her fake voice and make unnecessary small talk with him. She was already getting on your last nerve, and it was only her first day.

That’s my man, you thought to yourself.

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Holy fuck were you about to go insane from her constant fake giggling every two seconds. She just had to bring her ugly (pretty) ass all the way to the 22nd floor just so she could pretend like she needed heeseung’s help with something.

And it didn’t help that he was laughing back, loudly too, like he was just having the time of his life. Which he probably was. How could he not when there was a girl his age, talented and beautiful, practically drooling all over him?

Little did you know his laugh was as real as hers, but he was attempting to make you jealous in hopes that maybe it would get you to talk to him again.

“Just whatever.” You mumbled and focused back on your work.

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Today was the same. She was all up inside his cubical like it was hers, just laughing and chatting away.

After another hour of them laughing and talking AND going on lunch together, you couldn’t take anymore.

You were so close to just walking the fuck out.

But since you’ve worked here, you always stayed one hour over so you couldn’t leave and muddy up your perfect record, especially after just being promoted not too long ago. “Heeseung, our shift is over. We should go get drinks and celebrate my last day here.”

Heeseung rubbed his nape. He wasn’t used to going home until you did, so the fact that his shift was up came as a surprise to him. “Umm, well, I usually stay an hour later,” he explained.

He was not trying to have it go this far. He was just using her to try to make you jealous (which was failing miserably, by the way, or so he thought). If he was being honest, she was annoying as hell and fake as fuck. Her perfume gave him a headache. It reminded him of his college days. Every girl he crossed paths with wore that same cheap-smelling perfume except you. Well, you might of, but when you were in college, he was just a wee baby, but the first day you met, he remembers the perfume you wore. It was one of the many things that attracted him to you in the first place. It smelled so sophisticated and professional, not like some young teenager begging for his attention. It made you stand out, and since that day, that has been his favorite smell.

He even went as far as to buy it from the mall on your birthday so he could smell it on you every day. He remembered the hug you gave him after opening it.

He missed your smell, your laugh, your smile, everything. He missed you, and it’s barely even been two months.

He only realized that he was spaced out when her nasty voice snapped him out of his precious thoughts about you.

“Heeseung?” She tapped his back to gain his attention.

He flinched from her unwelcome touch. “Huh?” He replied and shook his head slightly.

“Come on, just a few drinks” she tried to put her hand on his shoulder, but he leaned away from it, pretending he was turning his computer off.

“Uhh…”

“A few drinks aren’t gonna kill you” she rolled her eyes in annoyance when she saw him glancing over at your cubicle. It was obvious to anyone that heeseung liked you, and it didn’t take her long to catch on to that either. She couldn’t understand why he’d even bother looking your way when someone like her was present, and that did more than just trigger her inferiority complex.

“Okay, a few drinks won’t hurt. Just give me five more minutes, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore fuck staying an hour later. You couldn’t hear their conversation but just the thought of her being so close to him made you feel sick.

“See you then,” she whispered in his ear, sending a chill down his spine and not the good kind, not like the chills you gave to him.

Heeseung noticed you packing up earlier than usual, and he couldn’t help but say something. “You’re going home already. It’s barely past nine. You always stay late.”

“Not tonight,” you angrily shoved your stuff in your bag and headed out.

“Y/n, wait!” He gripped your wrist gently. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine,” you fake smiled at him before freeing yourself from his grip.

“Are you sure? This isn’t like you, so, I’m just kinda worried.” he rubbed his nape.

“Don’t you have someone downstairs to worry about?”

“W-what? No, Y/n!” Before he could even explain, you had already stormed off to the elevator, mashing on the buttons.

“Fuck!” you wiped the tears that formed in your eyes as the elevator took you to the first floor.

He ran downstairs as quickly as possible, trying to catch up to you, but it was no use. By the time he got down, you were far out of sight. He took a few seconds to catch his breath.

“There you are. I was waiting forever” she clung onto his arm, dragging him near the exit.

“Hey, uhh, about tonight, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna pass.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Is it cause that bitch that works next to you? I see you staring at her all the time. Even when I’m talking to you, you still only look at her!”

At this point, he wasn’t even surprised she’d say such things about you. Her attitude was off from the start anyways.

“Watch your fucking mouth, and she has a name. It’s y/n. Maybe if you weren’t being so pretentious around me, you might have noticed,” he scoffed.

“So, it is her? Really heeseung you can do so much better” she bit her lip seductively while grabbing his tie, but he quickly snatched it away cause you were the only woman he allowed to touch his tie.

“And where do you suggest I might find that? Cause, as of right now, better is nowhere in sight” he stared down at her with his jaw clenched.

“Let’s be honest here, shall we? Me and you both know she doesn’t even like you. I mean, she makes it obvious” his expression faltered at the truth of her words. “While you’re staring at her, she’s thinking of someone else” she placed her hands on his shoulders, inching dangerously close to his face. “And while you’re staring at her, I’m only thinking of you,” he could feel her warm breath against his skin.

Before she could go any further, he pushed her hands off of him and created a good distance. “Don’t”

“Tch fine, I only wanted you for your looks anyways. We would have made such a great pair. But you’re actually quite boring,” she giggled. “You can continue to waste time on a girl that doesn’t even notice your existence. It’s your loss” she flipped her hair on her way out of the building.

“I’ve never been more happy to lose,” he stated with a smirk and watched her leave with his hands in his pockets.

She turned around and had the nerve to look at him offended. “Asshole,” she put her middle finger in the air before finally leaving the building.

Heeseung thought of a million foul insults he could have thrown back at her, but she wasn’t even worth his breath.

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You woke up with a throbbing headache. You finished off the bottle of wine heeseung bought for you last night in an attempt to numb the pain in your heart. Still, every glass you poured just reminded you of that night, the night you wish you could go back in time and erase, not cause you didn’t enjoy it, you loved every second of it as a matter of fact, but if that night never happened you and heeseung would still be friends.

You groaned and did your normal routine, adding in a few painkillers with your breakfast.

At least you still looked somewhat presentable, but you already knew today was going to be a long one.

Your stomach churned at the idea of seeing him face to face after last night, but this was the only way to get over him and everything that’s happened.

You knew this was your fault, and you also knew that he would get over you, but it still hurt like hell to lose him.

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Somehow you were the last to be informed that the new girl had already completed her training and was transferred to a new building which didn’t bother you one bit. That news made your day just a little better.

You plopped down on your seat, yawning loudly while switching on your lamp and turning on your computer.

Heeseung was already behind you with a hot cup of coffee, setting it on your desk without any words.

He went to his cubical, cracked his knuckles rolled up his sleeves, and got right down to business as usual now that the bitch or new girl was finally gone, he couldn’t have been happier.

Now there would be nothing getting in the way of him mending your friendship, or so he thought.

It was your lunchtime, and heeseung was going to try and work his way back into your life slowly and, this time, leave out all the flirting and off-color comments that would make you uncomfortable if you didn’t want him like that. Then he was going to learn to accept it for the sake of a solid four-year relationship. His feelings weren’t more important than your guy’s friendship, and he knew that. “Hey y-” before he could finish, he got cut off by none other than sim jaeyun. He worked on the opposite end of the floor, and heeseung always caught him taking glances at you but never said anything to you about nor did you ever even notice him.

“Hey, y/n, I know it’s been some time, but congratulations on your promotion” the tips of his ears were burning bright red.

“Thank you” you couldn’t hide the fact that you were blushing. He was so cute. How come all the attractive guys are so much younger than me, you wondered.

You felt like a cougar or something.

“You’re w-welcome” his little stutter hit you hard. How is it possible for someone to be so adorable? he reminded you of heeseung on his first day.

Heeseung.

You sighed. After all this time, he’s still all you could think about.

Heeseung listened closely, feeling a very familiar emotion he got whenever you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.

He was jealous.

Jealous that another man was talking to his gir- his friend.

“I uhh was thinking maybe if you’re not too busy, we could have lunch together?”

Please say no, please say no, heeseung prayed.

“Sure, what time?” You responded with a smile.

“Why y/n?” Heeseung mumbled and slumped in his chair, pouting slightly.

But he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing while another man tried to have lunch with you. He was already your designated lunch partner.

“Actually, me and y/n were just about to go together, but you’re more than welcome to join us” heeseung stood up, towering over you and his other co-worker. “Right, y/n?” Heeseung turned his gaze to the younger, giving him a stern look.

“A-actually, I forgot I have a meeting today” the young boy quickly scurried away, feeling scared by heeseung’s intimidating presence. It didn’t take him long at all to get the message that something was going on between the two of you.

“We were?” You look at heeseung, completely confused and even more confused at his behavior today.

First coffee, and now he’s actually speaking to you and asking you on lunch, not to say you were complaining you missed this boy too much to even say no.

“I-if y-you want to” he literally shifted from foot to foot, fiddling with his hands, face completely flushed red.

Cute.

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You had a blast at lunch teasing him like usual his face was on fire because of you for the second time today. “You know you looked just like a baby earlier, and you stuttered like one too.”

“You really enjoy my pain, don’t you?” He glared at you.

He reached his fork over to your plate, taking the last bite of your food as revenge. “Are you fucking kidding me?

“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding you?” he talked with his mouth still full of what would have been your last bite.

“That was the last bite,” you pouted.

“Well, come and get in then” he opened his mouth, showing you the last bits of your salad on his tongue.

“You’re in for it,” you warned.

“Oh? Am I?” He cocked his brow.

“Yes, you need to be punished.” You giggled.

“Have I been a bad boy? Is mommy gonna spank me?” he looked at you with puppy eyes touching his index fingers together, and burst out into laughter seconds later.

You tried to contain your smile but ultimately failed. “You’re so stupid!” you shoved his shoulder, and it felt just like old times. “Seung?” you muttered once the laughter had died down.

“Hmm?” He propped his elbows on the table, intrigued by what you had to say.

“Sorry for everything, you know, not talking to you and all that other stuff” you picked at your nails, looking down at the table in front of you.

“Aww, isn’t that sweet,” he said endearingly. “You fucking suck at apologizing,” he deadpanned.

“Seung, I’m serious. I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t get all heartfelt on me now.”

“Really, Seung, I feel bad, and I’m so sorry.”

He simply waved you off. “It’s alright. I’m a big boy. I can take rejection.”

“You didn’t act like it.”

“Fair, but that’s only cause you were avoiding me.” He stated.

“What?! You were the one avoiding me!” you pointed a finger in his face.

“No, I gave you space, and you avoided me” he pointed his finger right back at you.

“Space?! I never said I needed space!” You said, taken aback by what absurdity you were hearing.

“But you avoided me, so I assumed you wanted space, and I gave it to you!” His voice was at least two octaves higher than before as he fought against you.

“You just assumed I wanted space!?” Your tone was now matching with his.

“Yeah! You were acting all menopausal in your old age, so I assumed you wanted space” he shrugged.

You gasped and looked at him wide-eyed. “Excuse me!” You said, flabbergasted before revving up to defend yourself once again.

The rest of lunch was spent bickering about god knows what. But still, You both felt so much better after apologizing and talking things over, so maybe he was out of your league, and maybe he’d never stop loving you, and you’d never stop loving him, but for right now, you were both just happy to be friends again.

The End.

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To Start Anew (TF141xLATA!Reader) Ch.2

Part 2 coming up hot! Here our lovely reader finally meets the guys!

Warnings: Language

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The alarm goes off at 5:30am and you’re thankful that you remembered to pack all your new clothes the week before. As you rushed to do your routine, put on nice makeup, a nice set of lingerie and one of the new dresses you bought just for the trip. A black, knee length little summer dress paired with some strappy, chunky heels.

A whistle comes from behind you and your mom, dad, and sister are standing there, soft smiles on their faces. “Honestly that guy is a fuckin idiot. Giving up my hot sister to go do god knows what.” You laughed at your sister’s comment and sighed. “Think you dodged a bullet on this one honey. Always gave off that kinda flakey vibe.” You nodded and gave them a hug. “Thanks dad. Think I dodged a bullet too.”

Your mom perks up and checks the time. “Well let’s get you to the airport then. Don’t want you to be late for your flight!” Your dad helps you with your bags as your mom leads the way to the car, your sister talking your ear off about the trip and to send lots of pics and videos and to have fun.

Luckily when you arrived it was only 6am and the line to get through security was short enough it only took you 20 minutes to get through. You made your way to the assigned gate for your plane and made yourself comfy as you waited.

It was about 15 minutes later when a group of four men came into the area, discussing something but honestly you were immersed in your podcast and couldn’t exactly hear them. That was until one of them, a handsome man with a British accent, pointed at you and approached. He was dressed in dark jeans and a gray t-shirt, showing off defined, strong looking arms, dark skin glowing in the early morning sun.

”Sorry to disturb you ma’am, but is this the gate for flight 5138 to Italy? They changed us at the last second and my boss is pretty sure we're in the right area.” You look at his ticket and then your own. “Uhm yeah looks like it! Hate when things change last minute.” The man nods, beautiful chocolate brown eyes shining. “Thank you miss…?”

You flush, extending your hand and giving your name. He takes it and kisses your hand, “A pleasure. Thank you again.” He walks back to his group and you stare at your hand for a moment before going back to listening to your podcast. You notice them all gather around closer and sit across from each other and a seat away from you. They talk amongst themselves before the oldest, who you assume is their boss, pulls his beanie over his eyes and leans back for a nap.

The one that asked you about the gate earlier sits next to you and pulls out his phone to play some game. The other two, one with a skull face mask and the other with a Mohawk talk amongst themselves. You hit an interesting point in the podcast you’re listening to, as the narrator retells a scary experience story someone sent in. Under your breath you unconsciously mutter out a ‘Oh my fuckin god why? Wouldn’t have let the spooky batch in my house to begin with.’ Drawing their attention to you.

”Aye, letting spooky bitches into your home would nae be the smartest move.” You glance at the Mohawk guy and apologize. “Ah sorry I didn’t think I’d said out loud.” He shakes his head and laughs. “Nah don’t be. What’s so spooky anyway?” You show him the podcast on your phone, him and the masked guy looking and nodding. “The woman likes scary stories. Got any recommendations?” The masked one speaks and his voice is gravel, you absolutely love it.

”Well this one is pretty good. Active too, about 400+ stories with some of them compilations.” You give him the name of it and he searches it up, popping a headphone in and scanning the area. The Scottsman brings your attention back to him, more interested in having someone to talk to. “What are ye headin to Italy for? Family? Friends?” You hesitate. You don’t know these men and having four strange, and extremely handsome, men knowing you’re by yourself seems like a bad idea.

”Uh, Honeymoon for one.” His face drops and his frown surprises you. “That a thing? Did nae ken you could have one a those.” Beanie guy chimes in, “That’s not a thing Johnny. Quit bothering the poor lady.” “Aye Cap, just makin friendly convo with Bonnie.” Chocolate eyes smirks and leans in, “If he’s bothering you we can muzzle him for ya.” You giggle and shake your head. “No no, he’s fine.” “So what’s the reason fer the solo honeymoon if ye dinna mind me askin?”

You look at him for a solid minute before replying. “You don’t gotta answer him. You don’t know us, you’re not inclined to share.” You nod, but politely give them your name. Beanie guy introduces himself as John, mask dude says his name is Simon, Mohawk is John but says you can call him Johnny, and chocolate eyes says his name is Kyle, you make a face before furiously apologizing. You slap your hands over your face, trying not to ruin your makeup. “Oh my fucking god that was so rude! I’m so sorry.”

”Gave ‘er the ick and all you did was give the poor girl your name Garrick. That’s a new one.” “No no I’m sorry. My ex fiancé’s name was Kyle. Stupid asshole literally left me at the altar yesterday. Hence why I’m on this solo honeymoon. His parents spent the money and they didn’t want to let it go to waste.” The men stare at you in shock, taking in your outfit, the nice makeup. “”What fuckin muppet. Was he cheating?”

You shake your head. “His best man is an absolute madman with any kind of tech and went through all of this socials and electronics, even the phone records. Didn’t find anything.” The men nod and hum. “So what are you guys heading to Italy for? Business? Overdue vacation?” “Something like that.” John says. “On leave for now.” “Military?” They nod, “What’s that like?” “Fuckin exhaustin. Wish the bad guys would take some fuckin vacations honestly.”

After that you five spend time talking until they begin boarding the plane, the stewards sending everyone to their own first class areas. You order a Jack and coke and settle in for the long flight.

Tags!: @cumikering @devcica

[gayphob1a]

STWG Daily Drabble 9/27/23

Prompt: horse

“You did what?” Steve’s voice echoes off the empty stable walls. His hands find their home on his hips as he looks down at Dustin wearing a shit eating grin.

“I said, we bought a horse!”

“And who exactly is WE? Because from where I'm standing it’s just you, me, and an empty stable. Oh please for the love of god tell me you didn’t buy a whole stable too?”

“Relax, Steve. You don’t even have to do anything, that’s what stable hands are for.”

“You’re not exactly easing my conscience, shithead. Did you use the emergency card to buy a horse?”

“You said whatever I needed!”

“Why do you need a horse?!”

Dustin shrugs. “For horse things.”

“Horse things. Okay.” Steve runs a hand down his face. He doesn’t know what ‘horse things’ are or how much this is costing him, but he’s pretty sure he won’t like the answer to either. “So where is it anyway?”

“I think the stable hand took him out.”

“Please tell me I’m not also paying this stable hand.”

A voice from behind Steve cuts him off. A beautiful man with wild curls pulled back into a ponytail wearing leather and thick denim leads what he assumes to be Dustin’s new horse into the stable. It’s a beautiful black stallion. His coat shines, clearly having just been groomed.

“Sorry handsome, no free rides.” The man slowly drags his gaze over Steve’s entire body, causing a blush to creep up Steve’s cheeks. “Okay, maybe one free ride. Just for you.”

“Steve, this is Eddie!” Dustin says.

Steve steps forward, tentatively reaching a hand out to brush down the length of the horse’s docile face. “Nice to meet you Eddie,” he coos. “You’re a sweetheart aren’t you?” Behind him Dustin snickers.

“What, shithead? So I like the horse. That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

“Well I don’t know if i’d call myself a sweetheart,” the man says. “But it’s nice to meet you too.”

“Uhhh, the horse’s name is Steven. That’s Eddie,” Dustin says, gesturing to the man.

“Yeah I uh, I got that.” Steve reaches a hand out to shake Eddie’s, transfixed by the man’s beauty that for a moment he almost misses that— “Wait. You little shit, you named your horse Steven?”

“Of course not! I just bought the one that already had your name. We can call you human Steve if it’s too confusing.” Dustin and Eddie double over in laughter.

“I hate you both.”

Eddie winks, still holding Steve’s hand. “Whatever you say, human Steve.”

[decaffeinatedlovekitten-blog]

Ice cream & Second Chances

i wrote this on a whim lmk if u like it idk if this is any good but im bored (also any prompts or ideas are welcome!)

The streets here were the same, everything was nearly identical, but what could possibly be different here, than in his reality?

“Miguel O’Hara!” 

In all of his years as Spiderman, Miguel never felt frozen in place as he did now. You were here. You weren’t supposed to see him. 

“Miguel! I am so glad you are here, I was checking my schedule and realized that I can finally get drinks with everyone this weekend! Oh, I am so excited.” You exclaimed loudly walking his way, looking down at your phone trying to find something. 

He stayed silent watching you the whole time not knowing how to approach you. This was a new universe. A different type of everything and even one wrong word can have him ostracized. 

“I’m glad… I missed you.” he finally decided to respond. 

You lifted your head and immediately looked at him. “Oh, Miguelito. Your eyes look like they’ve seen a lot recently. How long was I gone from you?” 

He took the time to stare at you. 

You started speaking through his pensive thinking, “I mean I know that trip in Italy took forever, but I didn’t think I would miss you so much that you’d get buffer and more devastatingly handsome.”

You said this and immediately started softly touching his face and gazed at his hair, shoulders, and outfit. “As a matter of fact, I don't think I have ever seen you wear this. Where’d you get it??” 

Your own thoughts started to spiral, something was different about Migeul, he was never one to have much energy after work, and Gabriella, and here he is with the body of a Greek god. 

He gently pried your eyes away holding them together in his own and stared down at you. “I’ve had some extra time on my hands” he lied. 

“Really? Speaking of time, have you picked Gabriella yet? I know she's been dying for some ice cream after practice and I promised to be with her this time when it was over.” You rambled on talking about your recent trip, the people you met, the work, and even the architecture. 

“Also, are you going to drive? Or did you want me to go pick her up and meet you at the ice cream parlor? I don't know if you’ve got any errands to run right now, but I do remember you mentioned you had something to do before we could meet up. 

You turned to him and he smiled gently, “No, cariño. I think my schedule cleared up today.” 

You gazed back at him feebly, “Miguel... Don't make this harder on me. I know you didn’t want the baby and I know you didn’t feel the same way I did. I know I am humoring you, but don’t do that to me. You already let me down gently enough. Don’t give me hope.” You pried your hands away from his and moved away turning your back to him when your phone began to ring.

This reality genuinely can’t be. Gorgeous, lovely, beautiful you, the mother of his child, and his alternate self had rejected you? Sure, in his universe you were in his life for years now, and he had loved you but things never escalated. You never showed interest and his time as Spiderman and Alchemex’s best scientists ate most of the time anyway. If you had loved him here, how could he ever give this all up?

You turned back around once you were done with whoever was on the other line. Taking a deep breath in and out you said, “C’mon, I think we need some ice cream and time with our little bug.”

(lmk how it is this is probably the first time i have ever written anything publicly)

[creedslove]

Pedro is so much not my type, yet I'm so in love with every character he plays.

Like. He is not my type of handsome, but oh my god he is so handsome sometimes. Like. The smile?! Nose wrinkles?! Crows feet around his eyes?! Patchy beard?! How someone can be opposite of what you like, and be at the same time this beautiful handsome person you just LOVE to look at. So weird.

Anyway.

Marcus with and without a beard is stunning!

Can you imagine you see him for the first time with a stubble and you just can't stop staring. Touching his scratchy face. You kiss his cheeks, because it's a new feeling, and you like it. But Marcus is little shy about all the attention 🙈

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: I understand it completely anon, as I said here a couple of times, before liking Pedro, I never thought he was the kind of guy I would like when it came to his looks; I never really paid attention to him, but the little I had seen him on Twitter or passing by when my dad was watching tlou was that he was a normal looking guy. And then once I started really liking him I got more and more used to his features and to me there isn't a more handsome man in the world! I agree with everything you said! He's the whole package, everything about him is beautiful and the best part is knowing he's beautiful inside and out, so it's not only looks, he's also a great person and idk I just really like Pedro and I don't mean to be NFSW but I want to hug him so tight lol 😆

Also, I'm sorry but your ask exceeded the cute limit™ so I had to kidnap it and turn it into a headcanon ❤️

• you couldn't wait to see Marcus after nearly three months of going undercover; you hated he had to do that kind of job, not only was it extremely dangerous but you hated that you completely lost touch with him

• so you were very excited to meet him again after all that time, your feelings for each other were growing but were also unresolved and you deeply regretted not coming forward about it sooner

• the moment you walked into the office and saw Marcus there, your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest; his hair was longer now, you could even see some curls forming at the same time he let his beard grow a little

• you'd always been used to his clean shaven face and you loved it; you loved his sharp jaw, his dimples, his beautiful lips, you loved all of him, but you were also so mesmerized by his stubble, though he looked more mature with it, his boyish smile hadn't changed one bit

"Marcus!!!"

• you squealed running to him, he held his arms open for you, but you stopped inches from him, your hand carefully stroking against his cheek, feeling it underneath your palm and loving it

• he was a little shy at first, you had never stroked him like that, but he also enjoyed it

"I was going to shave it as soon as I got home..."

• he blushed softly but you shook your head

"leave it for a couple of days at least, it suits you"

• you giggled and kissed his cheeks, loving how your lips felt against the burn of his recent beard, you knew you had never taken such liberties with him before but at that moment, it didn't really matter, it felt very good

• when you were finally done with his facial hair, you wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him for a tight kiss, burying your face into the crook of his neck, you felt so safe and so happy to have him back

"please, never go undercover again, I missed you too much"

• you gave him the puppy eyes and he nodded, his arms wrapped tight around you as he thought that maybe his feelings for you weren't as unrequited as he thought they were

____

[zynchi]

regrets

content: angst, hurt, major character death (1.8k words)

pairings: leona kingscholar x fem!reader

playlist: 7 years x latch

author's note: i wrote this like a year ago sorry for the grammatical errors. i recommend the song mentioned above while reading (￣(ｴ)￣)ﾉ

"leooonaaaaaa~"

"oh my God. the annoying rat found me." leona frowned.

"hi, leonababes!" you sat down beside him under the tree. as always, he seems to be going to sleep.

"what do you want, herbivore?"

"nothing much. just let me sleep beside you." you smiled brightly, attempting to lay your head on leona's chest, but the beastman quickly shoved your head away and growled.

"i thought you said 'beside me', not 'on me'" he glared at you, who was now pouting.

"hmph. fine. i know you're just shy, leonababes" you giggled, finally laying down while resting your head on your arms. this is not what you planned, but oh well, never mind, as long as leona's with you, you're fine.

you looked at the man's face. how beautiful. you've seen many handsome boys before, but no one caught your attention except for leona. he has this unexplainable aura that made you fall in love since who-knows-when.

"you're very handsome, leona, you know that?" you complimented him. when he looked back at you with those pretty green eyes, you knew you were falling deeper and deeper. you want to touch his scar but are afraid leona will not like it.

"uh-huh. But who cares anyway" leona shut his eyes aggressively; his ears are moving.

"...me, Leona. i love you..."

___________

"WAKEY WAKEY SLEEPYHEAAADD!!!" leona was awoken by this loud noise in his room caused by none other than the stupid herbivore who was currently jumping non-stop on his bed to wake him up.

"arghh. Shut up, herbivore. It's still early for you to be noisy." he rubs his temple.

"nuh-uh! it's already quarter to seven, and you still have a class?" you placed your arms on your waist, looking like a mother teaching her child a lesson.

"i won't attend any of it, so scram now" leona was about to get back to sleep when you pulled his hand upwards to stop him. "no, no, no. that's a big NO. you'll attend your class, okay? or else the teachers will keep on bugging me about it."

"ugh, why would they do that?" leona finally stood up.

you helped him dress. "because I'm your girlfriend?" you said, now buttoning his yellow vest.

leona raised a brow. "since when?"

"eh? I thought I was your girlfriend. I already confessed to you, remember?" you sighed.

"you did?"

"don't tell me you've forgotten about it?" you flashed a sad face. "i'll be upset, you know."

leona looked at your reflection while you were braiding his hair. "did I even accept your feelings back then?"

you crossed your arms. "oh no, not at all. you didn't even say anything after that, so I took your silence as a yes." you rolled your eyes and got back to work. "there. done!"

"your braid's a mess," leona commented though he's not bothering to fix it.

"what would you expect? i'm not good at tying other people's hair, okay?"

you both gave yourselves a final touch before getting ready to go out. leona was the first one to walk out when you called him.

"hey, leona! you forgot something!" you yelled, making leona turn to you. his face has the word 'WHAT' written on it.

"don't expect me to say thank you, herbivore. i didn't ask for your hel--"

"nah, it's not that. you forgot to say, 'i love you, babe!" you chuckled, walked closer to leona, and kissed him on his cheeks before running away. "do your best in your classes!"

"ugh, she's more annoying than ruggie," leona said, touching his cheek.

__________

sunday morning. leona thought he would enjoy his weekend, but how could he when this little furball was in front of him, smiling widely while holding a huge backpack?

"WAAAAAHH!!! i missed you, leona-ojitaaaan!" cheka jumped to hug leona.

"arg--cheka, get off, you're heavy" leona almost throw the child away.

"why are you here, huh?" leona asked the cub, who was now exploring his room, touching things.

"i want to see you, leona oji-tan! i want to play with you! i even brought my toys for us to play with hehe" cheka opened his bag, and leona could see the numerous stuffed toys.

he sighed. "how about we'll just go to a theme park? is that okay with you?"

cheka's eyes became starry. "a theme park? YEYY!" cheka was thrilled, and little did he know that leona was planning to lose him there and come back right after they arrived.

"good morning leonababessss---oh! is that cheka?!" the two lions turned to the door when another loud voice came in without even knocking. great. another annoying person is here too.

you rushed to cheka and bowed your head. "i've been wanting to meet you, cheka, your highness. you're so cutttee" you hugged cheka and pinched his cheeks repeatedly.

leona growled at the sight of you two. he couldn't stand it, so he forcefully pulled you and cheka apart. "cheka is hurtin', herbivore. you'd bette-"

"i'm not! I'm actually enjoying her hugs and pats!" cheka cut his Leona-ojitan's words. he smiled at you. "hello, I'm Cheka! nice to meet you too!"

you swore that you could die now with no regrets because of the cuteness of this little angel.

"hihihi, I'm Y/N! i'm your oji-tan's girlfriend! that means I'll be your auntie too!" you happily introduced yourself to the child.

"you wish herbivore," leona said.

"YEYYYY!!!" cheka exclaimed, and the two annoying creatures held each other's hands to spin around. leona sighed in frustration. too much annoyance for his weekend, really.

suddenly, a wise idea came into leona's mind while looking at the two.

"oi, herbivore. listen here...."

________

"i wonder where leona is right now...i thought he said he'll buy ice cream for us," you pouted while holding cheka's little paw-i mean, hand. they are already at the theme park, and it's getting dark now. leona was with you when you went here, but right now, he was nowhere to find.

cheka started to doze off. you noticed it and offered to carry the child, so he could sleep better. you both were in front of the carousel and had already finished trying out all the rides there.

"if it isn't Y/N. hello, what are you doing here?" you raised your head to see the green-haired man who called your name. "oh, hi trey! i'm waiting for leona. we couldn't find him anywhere, so yeah," you said, smiling sadly.

"then, would you like me to send you home? i could carry cheka if you want" trey didn't even finish his words because someone appeared behind him.

leona was there, holding two ice creams in his hands, glaring at trey. trey scratched his neck and smiled awkwardly. "i think your companion is already here. anyway, i gotta go too! bye, Y/N!"

you looked at Leona. "where were you?"

"i bought ice creams," he simply answered. the truth is, he was watching them from afar and originally planned to leave you two alone and ditch you, but when he saw the green-haired moron approaching his herbivore and Cheka, he changed his mind instantly.

cheka's eyes slowly opened, becoming bright when he saw his Leona-ojitan.

"leona-ojitan!"

he clung to Leona's arms like a monkey. "wow, it's the ice cream!" leona handed the other one to Cheka and was about to give the other one to you when he felt your head rest on his shoulder, and you were already asleep.

"auntie Y/N's exhausted!" cheka pointed at the sleeping you.

leona gently pats the girl's head and whispers something to your ear that Cheka could swear something along the lines of: "rest well herbivore."

________

"ruggie told me was around here--there! sleepy lion spotted!" you chuckled and slowly made your way to leona, who was napping peacefully on the ground.

I feel we're close enough

I wanna lock in your love

I think we're close enough

Could I lock in your love, baby?

you quietly approached him. your eyes wandered at leona's appearance, from head to toe, before slowly lying beside him. you rested your head on his arm and made yourself comfortable by placing an arm around his chest.

I feel we're close enough

I wanna lock in your love

I think we're close enough

Could I lock in your love, baby?

"i wish that this won't end, leona." you whispered. "i love youuuu" little did you know that leona is actually awake and is completely aware of your presence. the lion-man let out a purr when you hugged him tightly.

_______

leona's body can't move. he was shocked when you suddenly threw yourself away as a shield when an unknown object came flying your friends' way. you were just having a joint class in the field when it happened. the huge thing could endanger them, but you managed to protect them.

the students and professor vargas surrounded the object to prevent it from exploding, just in case. meanwhile, your friends came to aid you, who was bleeding badly. after recovering from his shock, leona immediately rushed his way to you, shoving the students who were on his way.

"herbivore, get a hold of yourself!" he kneeled and placed your head in his arms. you are coughing blood, and it also covers your body.

Now I've got you in my space

I won't let go of you

Got you shackled in my embrace

I'm latching on to you

"..leona"

"don't talk, stupid! you'll lose more blood if you-"

you mustered all your remaining strength to reach leona's face and caressed it gently to calm the man.

you looked around. so many familiar faces everywhere. your friends are there, and they were told about what had happened. you smiled. at least you got to see them one last time...

Now I've got you in my space

I won't let go of you

Got you shackled in my embrace

I'm latching on to you

leona held the hand that was on his face. you looked back at him, and your eyes were watering. "i still want to marry you..."

"then marry me," leona said without hesitation. "marry me....so stay."

a tear rolled down your cheeks. "how I wish i could...i'm happy to meet you. you fulfilled my dream." you managed to smile one more time. "i love you, leona."

leona closed his eyes and gave you the first and last kiss of goodbye. the moment your lips parted, you were no longer breathing.

"hi, leonababes!"

"...me, leona. i love you..."

"i wish that this won't end leona. i love youuu"

"nah, it's not that. you forgot to say, 'i love you, babe!"

a tear rolled down his cheeks without him knowing. "i love you too, herbivore..."

"you finally said it, huh? it's only unfortunate that she could no longer hear it from you" trey wiped his tears as he watched his close friend die.

[teal-sword]

Xiao x reader

Tw: Guns, blood, being watched, kidnapping (tell me if I missed anything)

Please, please, help me

✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧

God he was beautiful you could never seem to ever get the courage to talk to him no matter how much your co-worker hypes you up to say a simple hi or an subtle flirt you just couldn't.. that was until tonight you were on the closing shift and she had gotten the permission to have a half day for an doctor's appointment she won't tell you why but you feel like if she won't tell you it's embarrassing or disgusting either way you won't push it.

You called out a name and put the coffee down on the counter the person thanked you quickly and left the coffee shop it's quiet now, peaceful, you could say it was just you behind the counter and him... As always he's cool, calm and just plain down handsome, majestic you could say ok today's the day your going to walk up to him say hi while he's working and start a conversation wait he's walking up to the counter oh god.. oh no the last thing was a lie lord if you exist make him turn the other way

"Hello? Are you feeling good?" He called out snapping you out of it

He's close very close basically leaning a bit on the counter if it wasn't for the counter you two could basically kiss.. stop Y/n!

"Sorry I was just spacing out I'm good," you put a hand on your heart "Do you need anything?" You ask nervously your other hand fidgeting with your apron

His face turned from blank to annoyed 'How amusing' Xiao thought to himself

"I'm just going to pay for my drink and food" he holds out a card for you to take

Okay Y/n you may have not made the first convo but your going to carry it

You hold his hand that held the card and pushed it away lightly to him

"Don't worry it's free to think of it as sorry for not listening" you say to him, he secures his bag that was leaning on his shoulder

"thank you" he puts the card back in his wallet

"I'm Xiao, Adepts Xiao" I know! I've been crushing on you for weeks!

"I'm Y/n" you smile nervously he gives a little smile back

"Call me I'll be here when you call" he hands you a note and walks out the door holding the hand you held so delicately

You look at the note and open it

Call me XXX-XXX-XX

It was simple and straight to the point but god it made you blush redder than a rose and heart pound as fast if a gun pointed directly at it

You slipped it into your pocket and walked out of the counter and started cleaning

You made sure everything was clean from the chairs being at a table and the tables not having anything on top of them that shouldn't be there

Hanging up your apron and turning off the lights you walked outside locking the glass doors and reaching up to pull down the metal thingy and locked it you pocketed the key knowing you had the opening shift tomorrow anyway and started walking home

During your walk it felt more disturbing than usual sure walking home alone at night is generally not the best but it feels like your being watched

You look back and see no one but you take out your phone out of your bag and keep it in your pocket keeping your hand on the on button ready to press a bunch to trigger the 911 message and call incase there was someone and you walked home but you heard footsteps behind you then a whooshing sound you look back hurriedly to catch something else but only a stray cat grooming itself on a bench you sigh out of relief and walk to it

"you must be what I thought was watching me" you chuckle half heartily to yourself and let the cat it purrs and rubs itself on your hand before it stands up and leaves you laugh to yourself and continue your walk

When you reach your apartment you walk into it and drop your bag and kick off your shoes as soon as you passed the doorway

Walking into the living room you froze at the sight walking closer you saw on your nice white wall was stained with red it was too weird.. no way to explain this but this was blood form all your school projects you would have known if it was paint but some parts are turning brown from drying out while some are still a vibrant red

What was written disturbed you more than the fact this was blood in messy yet steady handwriting in bold

We finally talked :)

Never thought an emoticon could scare you so much it's eyes brown from drying but the rest it fresh

"oh god"

You take out your phone ready to call 911 but a a noise stopped you

You look at the hallway beside your small kitchen that exact hallway leads to the bathroom, an extra room and.. your bedroom

Oh god they're still here

You walk slowly to the kitchen and grab a knife from the kitchen using it as a self defense weapon

Your mistake is that you left your phone by the sink causing it to fall in the sink in a basin of water with 2 plates and a fork and spoon causing it to break now it's useless

First the bathroom the door creeks when opened but no noise like from earlier came you explored he inside everything was in place your toothbrush, the towel.. huh the laundry is gone and the washing machine had clean laundry

You left the bathroom "I didn't do my laundry before I left? I was late so I got ready and couldn't do my usual load... " you whispered to yourself and walked to your bedroom

You thought to yourself 'Your extra room was filled with shit so even if someone was in there it would fall on them not make small not that hearable sounds' you staggered before just ripping the theoretical bandaid and opened the door gluing your eyes shut waiting for someone to hit you

But there was nothing you opened you right then the left eye to see everything in it's place

Weird..

You put the knife on your desk and lay down on the bed

The window is open

"That was weird"

You feel it again like someone is watching you standing up from the bed you turn your back on the window and face the door

A hand touched your shoulder and another covered you mouth

You stopped in your tracks

BANG!

You feel to your knees in pain your.. your leg

BANG!

Your shoulder

the hot tip of the gun burns you when it touches your stomach

The gunshots were too loud you can't hear properly you felt awful drowsy

And then you passed out

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You woke up in pain on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room in pain you sat up and looked at the door not too far from the bed.

I bet you already know who did this (⁠◡⁠ ᴗ)

[thecinematicwriter]

Simplement, Monaco.

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: While on a trip in Monaco, you get impossibly lost on a small beach and can't find your friends anymore. The worst thing is: it's your birthday. Fortunately a kind (and insanely gorgeous) stranger comes to your aid.

Sneek peak: "Now, I am jealous. I am the one who saves you and you don't even bump me up one place?"

A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you are all as excited as I am for summer, because that is what I had in mind while writing this piece. Also the reader is a drama queen in this for real haha. Enjoy!

"Kayla! Gwen!" You were screaming and no one responded. The beach was silent. You knew you shouldn't have explored while your friends were tanning on the other side of the beach. Five minutes ago the beach seemed crowded and when you took a turn, a hide spot got you lost. You couldn't remember from where you had entered it. "Fuck." There also was no service and somehow, tears had fallen without your consent. This is so stupid. Why would you cry for something so stupid? You wiped your eyes and looked again around the secluded part of the beach.

A few minutes later, you were still stuck. The sand seemed like a nice place to sit on and take a break. You let yourself get dragged to the sand and looked at the sea. At least it's a beautiful view. The sun is setting and- Wait? WHAT?! Omg the sun is setting! You dare a glance at your watch and see that it's 6 pm. You are going to spend the night on a deserted beach. Was there any dangerous, wild animals around here? Oh god! Is there? Your eyes got wet again. But this time, you let it out. Who could hear you anyway? You are going to die here all alone, eaten by some stupid animal you didn't even know existed.

"Ça va?( Are you okay?)" You jumped at the un known voice, which led the stranger to appologise. "Pardon... Je ne voulais pas vous faire peur.(Sorry... I didn't want to scare you.)" A distant knowledge told you it was french and you somehow understood what he said. "No it's alright. Sorry for myself honestly." You let out a laugh at the same time he did. At that chuckle, you looked up at him curiously. No way. That's... that's Charles Leclerc. You got up immediatly and scrubbed the sand off of your butt. You looked at him again for this time to be met by his beautiful eyes. He smiled at you and you gave him a shy smile in return. "I'm..." He waited for you to continue, but your face told him you were stuck. "You're what... hum what is your name miss?" Miss? "You're older than me. Spare me the miss please." You laughed. He looked at you confused. "How would you know?" "I kind of follow the Formula 1..." His eyes blew open then he chuckled. "Sorry, I forget that people can know me sometimes. Okay..." there is a blank space like he doesn't know what to say next.

"I'm Y/N." You told him weighting your options for a minute. Yes! He could help you. "And... I am sorry if I am bothering you on your what seems to be late evening run, but I'm lost. I was at the bigger part of this stupid beach and I took an un known turn and got myself here. My friends are probably worried sick and it's my birthday so I would really appreciate celebrating it with the most wonderful friends ever. Tonight. In one piece preferably" You rambled. "Okay." Charles said . "Omg. Thank you so much. I could kiss you right now." Before you knew what you said, it was too late. Your eyes blew wide open and your mouth shut tight. "Well, I never kiss a stranger I just met. But maybe by the end of the night I will... if you'll let me make your birthday unforgetable, of course." You looked at him and nodded. "Fine. Then, let's go Y/N."

He took your hand and brought you back to the main part of the beach where your friends were also sitting on their butts worried sick. "Kayla, Gwen! I am here." They looked at you and ran with a huge smile. Once they were close enough, they both wrapped you in the biggest hug ever. It's only after this that they noticed the handsome man beside you. "That's Charles Leclerc? Right?" Gwen asked you with a wide grin. "Yes. Now shut up please." You whispered to her. "Oh this is too good." Kayla said laughing lightly. Charles looked at you weirdly and introduced himself to your friends.

Once he told you guys he had an amazing night planned for you all, you all started walking out of the beach. You and Charles slightly at the front chatting while your friends stayed in the back. "So how old?" Charles said looking at you with his iconic charmer smile. "Oh... hum. 23." You answered smiling too. But your smile faded quickly in embarasement when your friends talked too loud for your liking. "It's crazy! Him? Of all people who could've found her. She is for sure going to talk about this one for the rest of her life." Kayla said laughing. "Oh for sure. Also that 'My second highest celbrity crush I need to date' thing is about to come true." Gwen added crying of laughter. "She did tell us that she owuld date him since she was like... what? 19?" Kayla put more to the already embarassing conversation. You were bright red. If you had heard it as clear as this, Charles did too. "Omg I am so sorry-" He cut you off. "Second highest? I am not the first one?" He smirked down at you. "Timothée Chalamet is the first one. Sorry..." You said, glad that he wasn't embarassed. "Now, I am jealous. I am the one who saves you and you don't even bump me up one place?" He fakes a ridiculous sad face. "Not yet. I'll have to see if your a good kisser." Once again, your brain did not stop you in time. You were about to appologize again when he cut you off by kissing you deeply. Your friends were cheering in the back while you enjoyed what had to be the best kiss of your life. When you two pulled back, Charles looked straightly at you and smiled at your closed eyes. "Okay. I take it back. You are definitely number one." You opened your eyes and grinned at him like a fool.

"That's what I thought." He said before kissing you once again.

[hughungrybear]

Me watching Last Twilight Ep. 2:

Okay, before anything else, I would just like to reiterate how ridiculous that tiny mustache on Jimmy's (Mhok) face and P'Aof's "extreme" hardship in making Mhok look, well, less Jimmy 😂😂😂

1. Again, with the ripped jeans 😅 Mhok, would it have killed you to borrow a pair that ain't ripped? 😅😅😅 Mum said "casual", but probably not that casual 😂😂😂

2. Oooh. I sense issues with the father. Either he was directly involved in the accident that caused Day's blindness or he left Mum for another hefty reason. Also, the way you can just hear "ka-ching" in Mhok's head when looked at his eventual monthly salary. 😂

4. Even though the scene lasted mere seconds, I'm liking Mum and Night less based on their rather superior attitude with Mhok. Maybe, it's a rich-poor people thing 😅

5. You would think that since Day is almost blind, Mum would ensure that his room would be clean (less things to be tripped over) 😅 I know his room serves as a metaphor for his state of mind, but damn... Just look at all the tripping hazards on his floor 😑. Also, that poor fish...😱

6. Mhok is like a sponge - he just takes everything in, files it in his brain, and just uses what he learned (or deduced from his observations) to make decisions. It's not necessarily a good or bad thing. But as Porjai said, his well-intentioned actions sometimes lead to very unintended consequences.

7. Excuse me, Day. Who in their right mind would steal a phone charger, and only the phone charger, to sell it??? My gods, these rich people 😂😂😂 Anyway, I like Master Aon 😁

8. (Sidenote: That cigarette doesn't look like it's properly lit 😅) So, that's why Mhok ended up in Day's room shirtless. Also, that eye drop fell to the floor without any cover. The germs! The germs! 😱😱😱

9. Another side note: there really is something beautiful about the way Sea acting as Day. It's like looking at a bittersweet picture and hoping that everything goes well for the character. Also, even when it's blurry, Mhok (Jimmy) still has an effing handsome outline. What. The. Actual. Fvck. 😅

10. Fried egg and soy sauce? Really? Also, Day's house is just filled with tripping hazards 😅 I really like how Mhok pushes Day's boundaries.

11. So, I'm guessing nobody aside from the family, Mhok, and Master Aon's association knows about Day's blindness - that's not gonna work.

12. Oh my gawd. I was right. Mhok's sister un-alive herself. Mhok is properly traumatised about the thought of not being able to help Day the way that he could have helped his sister the day he got arrested.

13. Day is starting to miss Mhok. I mean, he is the only one who treated him like his blindness is just a minor inconvenience. Also, I'm pretty sure those slippers will end up as GMMTV merch 😅

14. Oh. My. God (part 2). I have tears in my eyes. MHOK!!! YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN, YOU. Ngl, if I were Day, this is the exact point where I would fall in love with Mhok. That mustache still looked ridiculous though 😅

15. Oh. So, Day's pet fish came from Night? And even though Day says he didn't want it, it is easy to see that Day truly loves that little fish. So, I wonder when exactly did Day started disliking his older brother? 🤔🤔🤔

Little Day and Big Mhok. I am dead. 😂 The tears I shed in this episode, and we're only on number 2. Damn you, P'Aof.

[shirogane-oushirou]

AAAAAAAAAAA RO!!! BESTIE!!!! YOUR TAGS ARE DESTROYING ME RN /POS

I just had to send you an ask in response because oouughghghhhh... my feels... 🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

I actually never realized how much I look like Java until I put our faces next to each other on that moodboard!!! The resemblance between us is so uncanny - but maybe that's why they've been giving me such good gender vibes lately ☺️ Amber resembles me quite a bit as well according to another friend, which is awesome to hear as an aspiring non-human shapeshifting critter!! Seriously, I'm so thrilled that you guys see it, too!! My gender euphoria levels shot THROUGH THE ROOF when you told me that...!!!

YOUR COMPLIMENTS ON MY PHOTO TOO... *SNIFF*... 😭🫂💖 I really love how my glasses look on me!! Last time I went to the optometrist, I tried to pick frames that I felt suited me, and that happened to take me into the men's section!! My mom was a bit confused by it, but those frames spoke to me right away 🥰 I didn't care that they were supposed to be frames for prescription sunglasses!! Besides, my lenses tint in the sunlight anyway so 😎✨️✨️✨️

I saw the tags you left on my art comm too, and I SO AGREE WITH YOU. I TOTALLY GET IT. I have a ton of Rockstar gifs and screenshots saved to a folder, and I adore the shit outta them all, but... ever since I discovered my guy's gender identity, if he doesn't have scruffy facial hair or a fuzzy chest patch, or those soft, hairy limbs... or his precious top surgery scars that he's so proud of?? He feels kinda like a different Cookie to me LOL

Basically, if he ain't hairy, transmasc or genderfluid, then he ain't my husband 😌💖✨️✨️ I think my version of him really suits the voice he has in C.R.K too!! A rough, rugged old man with passion and energy to spare, but who's finally starting to settle down a bit, too... he's not quitting the rock scene, not by a long shot - but he is a bit more inclined to blow things off and disappear if Java needs him (or if he misses them enough ☺️💖). He's an absolute menace in such a playful way, and I'm so attached to him, honestly... my handsome rock beauty 🥰💖💖💖💖

AAAAAAAAAAANYWAYS. This has been my involuntary Rockstar Supremacy ted talk!! Thank you for attending since you had no choice 🤣 /lh

And as always, I appreciate your tags and comments on my stuff!! I get so happy and flappy when I see that you rbed my stuff cuz I get to read all your awesome thoughts, hehe 🤗✨️

♡• @rockstars-babe •♡

NO IT'S SO REAL THO!!!! i pogged when i saw your face next to java's akjsndfkjnsf like?????? oh they're LITERALLY just reffie ok ok ok LMAO. and i can definitely see you in amber too!!!! idk i just feel like your s/is fit you so clearly despite having such drastically different designs, it's Wild!!!

god, i really need to take that approach when i start looking into getting new frames sometime soon ;;; that's such a nice way of thinking about it. like. if you're going to put that much investment into something you're expecting to wear for a number of years straight, may as well get some that are cool as shit KJNDFKJN and have the most comfortable vibes, gender be damned.

it's so odd, bc i've mostly known rockstar through you, and 90% of the time it's been CRK rockstar... but as soon as you really 'discovered' him, it's like a switch flipped ksjndf. it just fits him so well!! and i'd especially trust that view from someone who knows as much about him as you clearly do, from all of your talk about the new game >:)

and the voice thing!!!!! that's so odd too!!!!! when i was doing that "give me a series and i'll find an f/o" ask game, i listened to a couple of his voice lines for curiosity's sake. and his voice was like... it felt like it could grow on me, but his visual image and his voice were just a little... out of sync? if that makes sense? they weren't quite lining up w each other. but as SOON as you posed the topless comm of him i was like :0 OH. THIS IS WHO THAT VOICE BELONGS TO. JKNASFKJN.

i love reading your gushes about him; you have SUCH passion for him and for everyone who makes up your cookie family with and around him. 😭 it's why i like to really consider what i say in the tags; i want to match that energy! and it's why i look forward to when YOU rb stuff!!! you put just as much passion into appreciating everyone else's ships!! you just have so much passion in general and it's something i admire about you 🥺🥺🥺

(though i would 100% be behind if you decided to not pressure yourself so much KJNSDKFJN ;; you're dealing with so much outside of selfshipping, and you should feel able to come on here and Just Chill without feeling like you have to put 200% effort into replies and tags ;w; )

[silkendandelion]

Could you do one where reader is the daughter of shanks and the best friend of luffy but there more like brother and sister then friends she has simalr powers like her dad but stronger she has the ability to control men women and creatures alike and make them do whatever she wants she joins luffy Crew after helping save thm from buggy when she 1st meets Crocodile he interests in her but she finds him evil and rude and mean but after ace dies and her and the crew decided to train separately for two years crocodile takes her under his wing and she sees a different side to him only she gets to see and they start to date they even marry secretly until one day luffy and the starw hat crews finds out at 1st there not to happy but then they see how happy rachel is and how being with her makes crocodile less off a evil asshole ( lol )

Hello! Requests are actually not open right now, but no worries: I wrote something up anyway, to say thank you for stopping by.

Thank you for telling me about your ideas, and I hope you enjoy reading. Everything special is below the cut 📝🩷

Clouds loomed over the battlefield in a comfortable calm, or at least, the pirates that filed in were used to finding peace in these rare times between world-changing events. Ahead of the group, Luffy led them, wearing an obsidian and carmine cloak draped over his shoulders that didn’t lend any evidence to his childish nature.

“I had heard Cross Guild was coming, is that true?” Nami asked him.

“Who?” He blinked at her.

“Oh—“ Usopp slapped his own face in disbelief, unwilling to elaborate or educate him on the three men he had crossed paths with—multiple times—who had rebranded (and not even recently).

“Is that—“ Luffy squinted at the horizon where other pirates were waiting. He gasped, suddenly, loud enough to startle the one’s standing next to him. “RACHEL!!”

He was off in a flash, launching himself into the arms of the woman who stood at Crocodile’s side. He rumpled her coat with his fervent affection, rubbing their cheeks together with a mischievous giggle.

“I missed you,” the woman admitted, grinning and patting his back like a puppy that hadn’t learned not to jump up yet.

“He remembers her but not Crocodile.” Usopp said dryly.

“Well, you know what they say,” River said beside him. Though he promptly did not elaborate.

“…are you going to say what they say—“ Usopp was interrupted by seeing River no no longer stood beside him.

He walked away, over to greet Crocodile and the handsome woman, to the chagrin of Law, who followed closely with the most alert posture they had ever seen from him.

Crocodile gestured to the man in the colorful coat with his hook. “Cara mía, this is River.”

“It’s nice to meet you, finally, I’m Rachel.” She smiled charmingly, angling her head so the jewels that hung from her ears and around her neck sparkled in the sun.

“I had heard rumors, but never been privileged to meet you, most beautiful lady. Anyone who stands so close to my old friend has me at their service.” River bowed, holding his coat wide. The seas had talked at length about the one who commanded people like a god might control the ocean, and here she stood: smiling next a famed ex-Warlord, the picture of a happy, nurtured wife.

“He’s cute.” She smiled behind her hand, touching Crocodile’s coat and looking up to see he was too. A rare thing for him to smile so much in one day.

“I have only ever accepted the best, after all,” said Crocodile, his hand coming out to pass over the top of her hair, lifting a lock off her shoulder and let slip between his fingers.

“Magnificent, isn’t she?”

“Certainly evidence of your good taste,” River smiled back at him. It warmed his heart to see Crocodile smile freely, genuinely, the way he remembered.

Beside him, Rachel couldn’t help the shiver that rose up from his gentle petting, cheeks already pink from his rumbled sweetness.

“We will see you on the battlefield, then.” She called to the other pirates.

Law nodded back, sword laid against his shoulder. “Of course.”

So the new generation settled, more different than they had ever been, as old enemies became willing allies and new friends became lovers, and trusted confidants. Rachel reached for the cool palm of Crocodile beside her, beckoning his eyes as she touched the ring on her third finger to the one that matched, as well as completed his set.

“Come on,” she nodded. “We shouldn’t be late.”