#because i have no energy for the rest of the day

[elvenmoans]

When I was in middle school we adopted an adult cat. She was already 6 years old, had been in the shelter for a little while, and had only been given up because the old lady who had her last died.

We had that little girl for 13 years. She was my best friend. She followed me from room to room for years on end. When she was 17 she got so rickety that I would have to close her in my room when I did chores so she wouldn't waste her energy. Even when she was in pain and grumpy towards others, Novi always wanted to be with me. She'd even seek me out when she was upset so I would hold her as she calmed down. When she got bowel cancer and we put her on hospice, she only got clinger.

A couple months ago at the age of 19 Novi had a stroke. It wasn't a large one, but it was what told us was time to say goodbye. We had always planned to have her euthanized just before she had more bad days than good.

Her last time was a really good day for her. She had lots of visitors with treats, and I took her outside for hours. She purred and purred in the sun, and when the vet arrived to our house Novi willingly stayed right there the entire time as I was there. She passed while I held her.

I would never have experienced just a deep profound love if we hadn't been open to adult cats. Adopting an adult cat gave me my best friend for 13 years. And while it hurt to lose her it would have been worse if I never knew her at all.

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This was in my drafts for almost 5 months. It was too raw still. Reading this hit me with so much love and grief. I have some of her ashes in a little star jewelry urn that I wear very often. Her name, Novi, was a reference to nova. It was the early 2010s and we wanted to be a little more original. So a star urn was the only kind I considered.

I've lost people before her. I've lost cats before her. Novi feels a lot more like losing a person than a cat.

She saved my life so many times. My sister was her original favorite person, and when she moved out Novi was so distraught that she tore out her fur on her lower back and bit through her skin. She had oversensitive scars there for the rest of her life. And Novi bonded more to me than she had my sister, so I had to live for her. If I died it would kill her too.

And when she was gone, everything fell apart. From my relationship to my housing to the government. It was like she was holding back the world with how much she loved me.

here she was having a wonderful time in the grass on her last day.

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

[magnagaruzenmon]

Hybrid Theory III/0

New Neighbors

Tags: threesome, hybrid,

A little birthday gift for our collab writer who loves Sakura and Mina

Koby had just finished his morning workout when he heard the commotion outside his apartment. He grabbed a towel, slinging it over his shoulder as he opened his door to investigate.

Two girls stood in the hallway, surrounded by boxes, a few suitcases, and what looked like a partially unwrapped gaming chair. One of them—a petite woman with dark cat ears poking through her hair—was attempting to balance a heavy-looking box on one knee while typing something on her phone. The other—a woman about the same height with strikingly pale feathers dusting her arms—sighed, adjusting her grip on a large suitcase.

Koby leaned against his doorframe, raising a brow. “Moving in or staging a takeover?”

The cat hybrid’s ears twitched as she looked up. “Oh, hey. You live next door?”

“Yeah,” Koby said, crossing his arms. “You two need help, or are you just gonna wrestle that box all day?”

The owl hybrid sighed in relief. “That would actually be amazing,” she said. “I’m Mina, and this is Sakura. We just moved in, and, well… we underestimated how much stuff we have.”

Sakura flashed a grin. “More like she underestimated how many Lego she owns.”

Mina shot her a look before turning back to Koby. “Excuse me Mrs game addict. Anyway, if you’re free, we could use an extra pair of hands.”

Koby glanced at the mess of boxes, then back at the two. “Yeah, alright. But you owe me dinner.”

Sakura smirked. “That a move, neighbor?”

He chuckled. “Nah, just a fair trade.”

Mina shook her head with a small smile. “Deal.”

Just Being Nice… Right?

Koby smiled before rolling up his sleeves, helping the girls move the rest of their stuff in. He was surprised by how nerdy they were. It all started when Sakura noticed his Tifa shirt and practically gasped.

“Oh, are you a gamer?” she asked, her cat-like eyes sparkling with interest.

Koby nodded, and before he could say anything else, Sakura’s entire face lit up like a kid in a candy store. “No way! Okay, what’s your take on FF7 Remake? And don’t tell me you’re one of those people who hates it because they changed stuff.”

Koby blinked, thrown off by her enthusiasm. “I mean… it’s great. The combat system’s fun, and I actually like the changes.”

Sakura beamed, stepping closer. “Finally, someone with taste!” She playfully nudged his arm, lingering a little longer than necessary. “You’re gonna love having us as neighbors, Koby.”

Before Sakura could start a full-on discussion about the entire Final Fantasy franchise, Mina, ever the composed one, put a hand on her shoulder. “Later,” she said with an amused smile. “We need to finish unpacking before you start interrogating him.”

Koby chuckled, shaking his head as he lifted another heavy box. As he worked, he found himself liking them more and more. They were easy to talk to, charming in different ways—Mina had this quiet, refined grace, while Sakura was all energy and playful mischief. They made the normally dull task of moving strangely enjoyable.

Still, despite their friendliness, Koby reminded himself to stay cool. He’d given up on dating for a while now—ever since Jeewon, the sweet cow hybrid he’d been talking to, told him she had fallen for a wildebeest hybrid named Isaac. It wasn’t like she had rejected him in a harsh way—she was lovely about it, actually—but Koby had just gotten tired of gearing up for romance only to have it fizzle out. He figured life as a lone wolf… or, well, lone stag-alligator-African hound wasn’t so bad.

But his body? His instincts? Those weren’t as easily convinced.

Every time Mina bent down to pick something up, Koby had to look away and take a deep breath, forcing himself to think about anything but how smooth her movements were, how her thighs looked in those leggings, how her soft feathers framed her body just right—stop.

And then there was Sakura, who stretched way too often for Koby’s sanity. Every time she raised her arms, exposing that toned midriff, he felt his pulse quicken. She was teasing him, right? No, no, they’re just friendly girls. Stop overthinking it.

Despite trying to stay composed, Koby couldn’t help but feel their presence in a way that made his instincts stir. It wasn’t just their looks—it was their personalities, their casual touches, the way they included him so naturally, as if he had already been part of their world.

As they wrapped up, Sakura leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Koby with a smirk. “You know, you’re kinda great to have around. Maybe we should ‘accidentally’ break some furniture just so you have to come help us again.”

Mina, sitting on one of the now-unpacked chairs, took a sip of water and gave him a teasing glance. “Or we could just invite him over instead of causing unnecessary damage.”

Koby laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “You two are… something else.”

“Is that a good something else?” Sakura purred, stepping just a little closer.

Koby’s brain short-circuited for half a second before he coughed and looked away. “I—uh, yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Mina exchanged a knowing glance with Sakura, a small, satisfied smirk on her lips.

By the time they finished, Koby felt like he was on the verge of going into rut just from spending an hour with them. But, like a good neighbor, he held firm.

Barely.

After they finished moving the last box into place, Sakura flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Finally! Time to eat.”

Mina, ever the practical one, was already scrolling through her phone. “I’ll order something for all of us. Koby, you like Korean food, right?”

Koby blinked. “Huh? Oh, uh—yeah, of course.”

“Great,” Mina said smoothly, already tapping away. “I’ll get samgyeopsal, some kimchi stew, and a few extra sides. That should be good.”

“You guys don’t have to do that,” Koby said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sakura grinned. “Oh, but we want to. Think of it as payment for your hard work.” She leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm as she added, “Besides, we like spoiling people we like.”

Koby felt his throat go dry. He wasn’t sure how to take that comment—was she just being nice, or was that flirting? It had to be just her personality… right? Mina was the more reserved one, and even she had been oddly attentive toward him all evening.

Realizing he needed a moment to collect himself before he said or did something dumb, he quickly stood. “I, uh—I should shower. Worked up a sweat moving all that stuff.”

“Take your time,” Mina said with a knowing smile.

As Koby disappeared into his apartment, Sakura stretched out across the couch, staring at the ceiling with a pleased hum. “He’s so into us.”

Mina chuckled, sipping her water. “Obviously.”

Sakura rolled onto her side, tail flicking lazily. “You think he even realizes it yet?”

Mina smirked. “Not a chance. He’s overthinking everything.”

Sakura laughed. “Poor guy. We’re probably driving him insane.”

Mina leaned back in her seat. “He’s sweet, though. Strong, helpful… and did you see the way he was checking us out when he thought we wouldn’t notice?”

Sakura purred. “Oh, I noticed. And I liked it.” She twirled a strand of her hair, then gave Mina a curious glance. “So, what do you think?”

Mina arched a brow. “About?”

“Sharing,” Sakura said bluntly, her smirk widening. “You know, if it comes to that.”

Mina exhaled, considering. “It’s… not the worst idea.”

Sakura grinned. “You mean it’s a great idea.”

Mina rolled her eyes but didn’t disagree.

Meanwhile, in his own apartment, Koby stood under the steaming shower, hands braced against the tiled wall as the water cascaded down his back.

He was screwed.

Not just because of how insanely gorgeous both Mina and Sakura were, but because of how easily they’d slipped past his defenses. He liked them. A lot. And they were so casual about being close to him—teasing him, touching him, joking like they’d known each other for years.

But were they flirting?

Were they just being friendly?

Was he reading way too much into everything?

Koby let out a groan, running a hand down his face.

This was gonna be a problem.

After showering Koby heads back to Mina and Sakura’s apartment. He arrived to see them already eating dinner. Koby happily joined them and sat in the open chair.

Koby sat across from Mina and Sakura at the small dining table in their new apartment, picking at the takeout they had ordered. The place still had that just moved in feel—boxes stacked in corners, some furniture not quite in place—but the atmosphere was warm. Maybe too warm, Koby thought, shifting slightly as he tried to focus on his food instead of the two stunning hybrids sitting across from him.

Mina, elegant as ever, ate with quiet grace, while Sakura had already stolen half of Koby’s fries when he wasn’t looking. They made an interesting pair—one reserved, one mischievous—but both were too good at getting under his skin in the best possible way.

As Koby reached for his drink, Mina’s sharp silver eyes flickered toward his forearms. He paused mid-sip, following her gaze. He realized too late that the sleeves of his hoodie had slipped up, revealing faint, almost iridescent scales running along the underside of his arms. Mina, ever composed, simply tilted her head, but there was something calculating behind her expression.

“Your antlers are interesting,” she said, voice smooth as silk. “But I have to ask about… the scales?”

Koby stiffened. He had been through this conversation before—usually with people gawking at him like a science experiment gone wrong. But Mina’s tone was different. Curious, not judgmental. He exhaled and set his drink down.

“I was part of the Ginis experiments,” he admitted, keeping his voice even.

Mina’s gaze didn’t waver. “Which ones?”

Koby blinked, surprised at the direct question. Most people either stammered awkwardly or asked what the hell does that mean? He hesitated before answering, “The trybrid ones.”

For the first time, Mina’s lips quirked into something almost resembling a smirk. “Huh,” she mused. “I researched those a while back.”

Across the table, Sakura choked on her drink, quickly covering her mouth as she turned to Mina with a knowing look. She mouthed, You’re such a tease.

Koby caught the exchange but didn’t quite understand its full meaning. What did she mean, researched? And why was Sakura looking at her like that? His heart was already working overtime just being near these two, and now Mina was watching him like a predator sizing up her next meal.

“You must be… interesting, then,” Mina continued, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze never leaving his. There was something too intentional about her voice, the way it dipped slightly in amusement, the way her piercing eyes seemed to pick him apart.

Koby swallowed hard, feeling heat creep up his neck. Don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink it. Don’t—

Sakura, barely holding back laughter, nudged him with her foot under the table. “Careful, Koby. Mina’s got a thing for unique hybrids.”

Mina just sipped her drink, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

Oh, I’m so screwed.

Koby pushed back his chair abruptly, clearing his throat. “I, uh, gotta hit the bathroom real quick.”

The moment he was out of sight, he leaned over the sink, gripping the edges as he took a deep breath. His reflection stared back at him, flushed and flustered.

“Pull yourself together, man,” he muttered. “They’re just being nice. That’s all.”

But deep down, something primal in him wasn’t so sure.

Koby practically fled to the bathroom, closing the door behind him a little too quickly. Mina and Sakura watched him go, the sound of the faucet running soon following.

Sakura immediately turned to Mina, a sly grin stretching across her face. “You are such a tease,” she whispered, leaning in.

Mina took another sip of her drink, her expression unreadable. “I was just making conversation.”

Sakura snorted. “Please. ‘Oh, I researched trybrids a while back~’” she mimicked in an exaggerated version of Mina’s smooth, sultry tone. “You might as well have said, ‘I think you’re fascinating and I’d love to see how you—’”

Mina gave her a slow, unbothered blink. “Finish that sentence, and I’ll make sure your alarm mysteriously fails to go off next time we have morning schedules.”

Sakura just laughed, stealing another one of Koby’s fries. “Come on, though. You totally enjoyed watching him squirm.”

Mina didn’t answer right away, instead idly tracing the rim of her glass. “He’s… interesting,” she admitted finally. “And he clearly doesn’t know how to handle being pursued.”

Sakura wiggled her brows. “So you are interested.”

Mina glanced toward the hallway, where the faint sound of water still ran. “Maybe,” she murmured. “But I also like seeing how long he can last before he realizes what’s happening.”

Sakura leaned back in her chair, smirking. “I give him another week, tops.”

Mina hummed in thought, tapping a manicured nail against the glass. “You’re underestimating him.”

Sakura grinned, tail flicking playfully behind her. “Wanna bet?”

Mina merely smirked, taking another slow sip of her drink.

In the bathroom, Koby splashed cold water on his face, staring hard at his reflection. They’re just being nice. They’re just being nice. They’re just—

His gut told him otherwise.

Sakura grinned, flicking her tail. “I give him another week, tops.”

Mina tapped her nails against her glass, considering. “You’re underestimating him.”

Sakura snorted. “Please. He’s practically short-circuiting every time you so much as look at him.”

Mina tilted her head slightly, a knowing gleam in her eyes. “That’s because he’s waiting for a clear sign.”

Sakura blinked, her ears perking up. “Oh?”

Mina leaned in just slightly, her lips curling at the corners. “If he won’t take the hint… maybe we should just give him one.”

Sakura’s eyes widened before she broke into a slow, mischievous grin. “Now that sounds fun.”

The two exchanged a glance, silent agreement passing between them just as the bathroom door creaked open.

Koby stepped out, rubbing the back of his neck, still visibly flustered but trying to play it cool. “Uh… sorry about that. Just needed a second.” He is surprised when he notices the girls are not at the table. He looks around and finds them relatively easily.

he finds the duo sitting on their couch in their lingerie. Koby blinks repeatedly staring at the duo as they look at him expectantly. Mina purses her lips giving him her best “fuck me” eyes

“Is this a clear enough sign for you?” Koby felt his instincts take over as he lifted his shirt over his head.

Mina smiled at him, a little too sweet. “Oh, don’t worry, Koby.” She rested her chin on her hand, eyes gleaming. “We’ll take good care of you.”

Sakura hid her grin behind her glass, while Koby stood there, blinking like a deer in headlights.

He was so screwed.

He approached Sakura first who’s wide eyes and seductive look pushed him to her first. She smiled as she eyed him possesively.

Koby kissed Sakura as her arms wrapped around him uncontrollably she clawed into his back. Koby groaned and glared at Sakura. Sakura was lost in the moment saying “you are mine,” repeatedly. Koby turned to face Mina who merely smiled before bringing him in for a kiss, but then he felt Mina’s gaze and presence . It was soft at first until it quickly became overwhelming. His heart rate tripled silencing the Deer and bringing out the hound and the gator. He turned to Mina who was fully nude. Her milky white skin shined in the evening light. She smiled before beckoning him to her. Sakura pouted as Mina pounced (metaphorically) on Koby. She sank her talons into him as she cooed into his ears.

“Make me yours,” she encouraged and the predator listened he brought Mina in for an intense kiss that left them both breathless. Mina whined with pleasure as she wrapped her delicious pale creamy thighs around his waist as she followed suit with her arms. She brought Koby in close and lightly nipped him.

Koby enjoyed the love bite but found it strange because avian hybrids typically don’t mark. He couldn’t think on it too deeply as Sakura whispered in his ear. “Stuff her slutty pussy with your cock,” Koby’s mind blanked as he gave into his urges. Without warning he slammed his cock into Mina. She groaned as his cock kissed her excited womb. Mina could barely breathe as Koby fucked the air out her little body. Sakura watched as her roommate lost her mind only focused Koby fucking her into oblivion.

Mina’s breath hitched as Koby bottomed out again.

“You’re so big inside of me,” Mina moaned as Koby kept railing her Sakura tired of waiting began to play with herself watching the two while spouting words of encouragement to Koby and Mina

“You two are so hot when you fuck,” she moaned as she gave into her own pleasure. Mina moaned intoxicated by the euphoria before she came. Her walls clenched Koby as her breath ran even more ragged as she took him in and out of her.

When she calmed down finally she looked at Kolby. She still saw the lust in his eyes then turned to Sakura who was moaning how close she was. She leaned into Koby and whispered “fucking finish her.” Koby groans as his cock hardens harder at the thought, before walking over to Sakura who’s a hopeless moaning mess. Her eyes are shut so she’s surprised when she’s railed by Koby’s cock. Overstimulated Sakura cums all over Koby in that instant. Mina watches with predatory lust and appreciation.

“You know what Kura? I think we can share him.” Mina says sensually

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♡ CHAPTER ONE ♡ — ₊˚⊹♡ PAIRING ; 1.5k words vi!basketball jockey x reader!ballerina — ₊˚⊹♡ SYNOPSIS There was something there—something unspoken, something undeniable. But in one careless moment, it all fell apart. Words were said, pride got in the way, and now she’s left with nothing but regret. She wants to fix it. She has to. Now, Vi is determined to fix what she broke. She’ll do anything—everything—to prove she didn’t mean it. But pride is a stubborn thing, and second chances don’t come easy. Can she turn the tide before it’s too late? Or has she already lost what she never had the courage to claim?

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It’s nearly eight by the time you finally trudge into your dorm, limbs aching and feet screaming in protest. Ballet practice had dragged on forever, each repetition chipping away at your already dwindling energy. You barely have the strength to drop your gym bag by the door, let alone deal with anything else. Your bed is still a tangled mess from this morning—an inviting sight, whispering promises of rest.

The door swings open behind you before you even have a chance to collapse.

“There you are! I have the dress you’ve been eyeing.”

Margot’s voice is as bright as ever, cutting through your exhaustion like a knife. You let out a long sigh, already cursing your past self for ever agreeing to that damn frat party. The idea of squeezing into some overpriced, barely-there dress and subjecting yourself to a room full of sweaty, drunken people sounds about as appealing as running another hour of drills. Your unmade bed is calling your name, and yet—

“Don’t give me that face. You promised.” Margot flops onto your bed with a smug grin, completely unbothered by the mess. She places the sleek black dress beside your gym bag, fingers smoothing over the fabric like it’s some kind of sacred offering.

“Shut it.” You mutter, grabbing the dress with wary fingers, holding it up as if it might bite. Your brows knit together. “Why is it so damn short?”

Margot gasps, placing a hand over her heart like you’ve mortally offended her. “My love, my light—just put the damn dress on.” Her voice drips with amusement, and for a brief moment, you consider using the dress to strangle her.

Instead, you exhale through your nose, shaking your head. “Let me take a shower first, you gremlin.” With a sigh, you toss the dress back onto the bed and grab a fresh set of underwear.

Margot waves a dismissive hand. “Fine, fine. I’ll just watch Love Island in the meantime.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smirk that tugs at your lips. With that, you disappear into the bathroom, already savoring the thought of hot water washing away the exhaustion of the day.

Something tells you you’re going to need it—because whatever’s waiting for you at that party? It’s bound to be a disaster.

By the time you, Margot, and Flint arrive at the party, the night air has turned bitterly cold. The kind of cold that bites at your exposed skin and makes you question every life choice that led you here—especially the one where you let Margot convince you that a jacket was “so unnecessary.”

The house is alive with noise and movement. Music booms from inside, rattling the walls, and the wide-open door spills golden light onto the porch, where groups of people linger, red solo cups in hand, laughter and cigarette smoke curling into the night. You hesitate for a fraction of a second, seriously considering turning around and walking right back to the warmth of your dorm. But Margot’s grip on your wrist is vice-like, and you swear she’d dislocate your shoulder before letting you escape.

“I can already taste the cider,” Flint grins, brushing a strand of auburn hair from his face as he strides ahead, leading the three of you inside.

Margot wasn’t lying about the temperature—it’s suffocatingly hot. The air is thick with body heat, cheap cologne, and the unmistakable scent of spiked punch. The house itself is barebones, exactly what you’d expect from the basketball team’s party pad: a battered leather couch shoved against the back wall, a TV teetering precariously on an ancient stand, and an assortment of mismatched furniture that looks like it was either stolen or salvaged from the side of the road.

Margot wastes no time pulling you through the crowd, her greetings blending into the music as she waves at nearly everyone she passes. Flint does the same, flashing grins and tossing casual nods like he’s in his element. You, on the other hand, are starting to wonder just how much time these two spend with the basketball team.

Before you can even think about hunting down a drink—some liquid courage to make this night bearable—a muscular arm snakes around your shoulders. The scent of sharp cologne hits you before you even see her.

Abby.

“There’s my favorite ballerina,” she says, her voice rich with amusement as she presses a cold bottle of beer into your hand.

You offer a small smile, taking it without protest. You know how this goes—she’ll remember in about twenty minutes that you don’t actually like beer and take it back, but for now, it’s easier to just hold it.

“Come on, you gotta meet some people.” Abby doesn’t wait for a response before tugging you along, effortlessly sweeping Margot and Flint into her orbit as well.

She leads you toward the couch, where familiar faces come into view. Ellie—a close friend of Abby’s, someone you get along with well enough. Ekko—a mutual acquaintance, though the specifics blur in your mind. But then—

Your breath catches for just a second.

She’s there.

Perched on the couch like she owns the place, her signature confidence practically radiating from her posture. Legs spread wide, a silent declaration of presence, of dominance—like she has something to prove.

Violet.

Your throat tightens as Abby practically shoves you into an armchair, directly across from Vi. The room feels stifling now, thick with the scent of alcohol and weed, the air buzzing with laughter and conversation, but all of it fades into the background the moment Abby starts her introductions.

She gestures around with that smug grin of hers, name-dropping people you already know—Ellie, Dina—but then, with a teasing glint in her eye, she nods toward her.

“And that’s the star of the show, Violet, but don’t call her that.”

Your stomach clenches as your gaze flickers to Vi, and—oh.

She’s looking at you. Not just looking, devouring.

Lidded eyes, heavy from booze and whatever else is floating through this party, trace over you like she’s committing you to memory. And when her tongue flicks out to drag slowly across her lower lip, your breath stutters. Your pulse is a traitor, hammering wildly in your chest.

And Vi? Vi is trying so damn hard to play it cool.

Relax. Don’t be weird. Just—act normal.

She rakes a hand through her short pink hair, willing her heart to calm the fuck down, but—gods, you’re so fucking pretty.

“Nice to meet you,” Vi says, her voice low and smooth, the kind of rich, golden tone that makes something in your stomach twist.

Shit.

“Likewise.” Your own voice comes out softer than you’d like, barely above a breath. You internally curse yourself for sounding so meek.

A lazy grin pulls at Vi’s lips, and she looks away just long enough to take a slow sip from her cup—like she’s giving you a moment to catch your breath, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. And goddamn, does she.

"A pretty bird, mh?” Abby grins, her voice lilting with amusement, and your fingers tighten around the bottle in your hand. Suddenly, beer doesn’t seem so bad. You take a sip, hoping the alcohol will dull the way your heart is slamming against your ribs.

Vi lets out a low chuckle, slow and deliberate, and nods. “Pretty indeed.”

You swear you might combust on the spot.

“Interested?” Abby nudges Vi, her grin widening.

Vi scoffs, but her heart lurches violently in her chest. Fuck Abby. Fuck her teasing. And fuck the way you’re looking at her right now—like you’re actually waiting for her response, like the answer matters.

Her pride flares up. Her stupid, self-sabotaging brain jumps in before she can stop it. And before she can even think—

“Nope. Not my type.”

The words slip out, sharp and cold. The moment they leave her mouth, panic slams into her like a freight train.

What the fuck did she just say?

Your stomach drops. The sharp sting of humiliation settles deep in your chest, twisting tight like a blade.

She said it so easily. So carelessly. Like you weren’t sitting right there.

Vi swallows hard, but it’s too late to take it back. The damage is done.

And then she sees it—sees the way your eyes flicker away from hers, the way your fingers clench around the neck of the bottle like you’re grounding yourself against the sting.

Fuck.

She fucked up.

And judging by the way your expression hardens ever so slightly, the way you shut yourself off in an instant—Vi knows she might not get another chance to fix it.

The conversation grinds to a halt, the weight of Vi’s words settling over you like a lead blanket. Your stomach twists, heat creeping up your neck, burning with the kind of humiliation that makes your skin feel too tight. You force down another sip of beer, but it does nothing to drown out the sting, the way the rejection rings in your ears, sharp and merciless.

You flick your gaze to Margot—please. A silent, desperate plea to leave, to run, to just get the fuck out of here before the lump in your throat gives you away.

Fuck Abby. Fuck this party. And most of all—fuck Vi.

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The dormitory of Ignihyde was silent, save for the soft hum of computer fans and the flickering glow of blue flames that danced in the darkness. It was past midnight—Idia’s favorite time of day. A time when he didn’t have to worry about forced social interactions or the suffocating expectations of the outside world.

And yet… tonight felt different.

You were sitting in his room, curled up on his bed, bathed in the soft neon glow of his monitors. One of Idia’s favorite animes was playing on a monitor, both of you watching it. Idia still couldn’t quite process how this happened. How you happened.

You, who somehow weren’t put off by his reclusive nature.

You, who laughed and payed attention at his ramblings about obscure game lore instead of getting bored.

You, who leaned close enough that he could smell the faint scent of your shampoo, making his heart rate skyrocket like he was facing a final boss with no HP left.

“Idia?” Your voice right next to him pulled him out of his spiral, and he jolted, nearly knocking over his energy drink.

“W-W-What?” He tugged his hoodie down over his face, soft pink flames sparking erratically at the tips. “D-Don’t sneak up on me like that! Critical damage to my heart gauge…”

You chuckled, resting your chin on your palm. “I’ve been here the whole time, you know.”

“Th-that’s even worse,” he muttered, burying his face deeper into his hood.

It had started with small things. You bringing him food when he forgot to eat (that wasnt just energy drinks and candy, though you did buy some for him on occasion), waiting for him outside the mandatory classes he had to attend, even when he insisted he was completley fine going alone, coaxing him out of his shell little by little. And now? Now you were in his personal space, sitting in his room, watching his favorite anime with him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

If this were an otome game, you’d definitely be on the true romance route, and that terrified him.

“…You okay?”

Idia stiffened when he felt your fingers brush against his wrist, hesitant but warm. He swallowed, feeling his throat go dry. His mind screamed at him to pull away, to hide behind his screen where it was safe. But he didn’t.

Instead, he let out a shaky breath and mumbled, “I just… I don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why you’re here.”

You blinked, tilting your head. “Because I want to be?”

“That’s—” His brain short-circuited. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean, I’m not exactly protagonist material. I’m not cool and confident like the other housewardens, I don’t do well in crowds, and I—” He hesitated. “I’m… kind of a pain to be around.”

You frowned. “That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is.” He forced a laugh. “I mean, I literally have a stat debuff in social situations. If this were a dating sim, my affection points would be so low that I wouldn’t even unlock the friendship ending-”

“Idia.”

You said his name so softly, so gently, that it stopped him cold. Before he could spiral further, you scooted closer and took his hand in yours. His entire system crashed.

“I like you,” you said simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. “Not in a ‘background NPC’ way, or in a ‘pity route’ way. Just… you.”

His throat clenched. His fingers twitched in your grasp, as if debating whether to hold on or pull away. The warmth of your touch, so foreign yet addicting, made his head spin.

“B-But…”

“No buts,” you interrupted, squeezing his hand. “You don’t have to be some overpowered anime protagonist. You’re you, and that’s more than enough. I like you for being you.”

Idia’s heart thudded against his ribs, his flames flickering a soft, pastel pink—his face dusted with a soft rosy blush. His mind still screamed that this had to be some elaborate dream, a rare gacha pull that he’d wake up from any second.

But then you smiled at him, patient and unwavering, and suddenly, for the first time in a long time… he didn’t mind the idea of stepping outside his comfort zone.

Just a little.

Maybe.

If it was with you.

I love writing silly cute fanfics about my favorite little guy <3333

[alaia777]

hi!!! i really like your writing! :) can i request “i’m this close to dragging you to the car, you know.” fluff with kaiser ? ^_^

hello, thank you so much!! unfortunately, i didn’t notice the fluff part, so this might be a little angsty at first, but i promise it has fluff too!!!

what are we?

it’s a question you never thought you’d have to ask someone. you’re not the type—strong, independent, too self-assured to let anyone make you feel uncertain. insecurity isn’t something you entertain.

but kaiser isn’t just anyone.

he’s the guy you’ve been going out with for the past three months. three months. and somehow, neither of you has put a label on it.

honestly, up until two weeks ago, you were convinced you were dating. the signs were there—going out more often, spending time at his place, hanging around whenever you both had free time. he was sweeter too, in whatever way a guy like him could be. but the point is, it felt like a relationship.

because, damn it— you have a toothbrush in his bathroom.

but apparently, you were wrong.

because today, while you were out grocery shopping with him—something that people not in a relationship totally do, right?—you ran into some guy who knew kaiser. you wouldn’t call him a friend, mostly because you’re not even sure kaiser considers anyone a friend.

but that’s not important. what is important is the way kaiser introduced you.

“this is my friend.”

that’s it. no hesitation, no second thought. just friend.

you were lucky he wasn’t looking at you in that moment, because you probably looked like a kicked puppy.

guess friends sleep in each other’s arms and share the same cup of coffee, huh?

even now, sitting in his car as he drives, he doesn’t seem to pick up on the shift in energy. his hands rest casually on the wheel, his expression as unreadable as ever, like nothing happened—like that word, friend, didn’t just lodge itself into your chest like a blade.

maybe it’s your fault for thinking that whatever was between you two was something more. maybe you read too much into the way he’d pull you closer in his sleep, or the way his fingers would brush against yours when passing you something, lingering just a second too long. maybe you mistook his effortless charm for something real.

you stare out the window, arms crossed, your stomach twisted into knots you don’t have the energy to untangle. a part of you wants to say something, to ask him outright—but another, much louder part, tells you not to. because if you ask, if you say it out loud, then you have to hear the answer.

and you’re not sure you want to.

you hadn’t even been silent for that long before he spoke up. “i got us reservations at that new restaurant you were talking about a few days ago,” he said.

“i’m busy that day,” you replied flatly.

“i didn’t even say which day.”

“can we not talk about this right now?” you muttered.

he shot you a look, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “what’s up your ass right now?”

the question hung in the air, sharp and careless, like he didn’t even bother to filter his words before throwing them at you. typical. kaiser never cared much for tact—if something was on his mind, it was on his tongue the next second.

you exhaled through your nose, forcing yourself to stay composed. “nothing,” you muttered, staring out the window.

he scoffed, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “yeah? sure doesn’t seem like nothing.”

the worst part? he sounded amused. like your irritation was just another puzzle for him to solve, another game for him to play and win.

your patience thinned. “just drop it, kaiser.”

another scoff, but this time, the amusement was fading. “are you serious?” he asked, flicking his eyes toward you before turning back to the road. “you’ve been acting weird since we left the store. if i did something, just say it.”

you inhaled slowly, gripping your knee to keep yourself from lashing out. but, apparently, your silence only made things worse.

“oh my god,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “you’re actually mad about that?”

your head snapped toward him, heat curling in your chest. “about what, kaiser?”

he didn’t hesitate. “don’t play dumb. this is about earlier, right? because i called you my friend?”

he said it so casually, so effortlessly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. like three months of late-night calls, lingering touches, and waking up tangled together meant nothing.

you let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “wow.”

“what?” he glanced at you again, this time actually irritated. “what do you want me to say? that you’re my girlfriend? i didn’t think we were the label type.”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “right. of course you didn’t.”

kaiser groaned, running a hand through his hair. “oh, come on, don’t start with this—”

“i’m not starting anything.” your voice was firm, even. you turned back toward the window, watching the city blur past. “i just get it now.”

he was quiet for a second—long enough that you thought he might let it go.

but then, he muttered, “get what?”

something in you snapped.

“that i’m wasting my damn time,” you said sharply, finally turning to look at him head-on.

kaiser raised an eyebrow, like you were being ridiculous. “oh, come on—”

but you were done listening.

as the car rolled to a stop at a red light, you unbuckled your seatbelt. before he could even process what was happening, you shoved the door open and stepped out.

“what the hell—?” kaiser called after you, but you didn’t stop.

you slammed the door shut behind you and walked off without looking back, ignoring the way he honked once, probably out of frustration.

for once, let him sit there and wonder what the hell just happened.

you didn’t know where you were going—you just walked. the city lights flickered above you, the cool night air brushing against your skin as your footsteps echoed against the pavement.

your mind was loud. frustration curled in your chest, mixed with something else—something you didn’t want to name. disappointment? hurt? you weren’t sure.

it wasn’t like you expected kaiser to suddenly turn into the perfect boyfriend, but damn it, you thought he’d at least acknowledge what you were. after three months, it should’ve meant something.

your feet carried you aimlessly, past dimly lit streets, closed storefronts, and flickering traffic lights, until eventually, you ended up in a park.

it was quiet. peaceful.

you sank onto a bench, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees, staring at the empty pathway ahead.

how stupid. how stupid of you to think that kaiser, of all people, would—

“you know,” a familiar voice drawled from behind you, making you jolt slightly, “if you were gonna run away, you could’ve at least picked a place with more people around.”

you didn’t even have to turn around to know it was kaiser. his voice was unmistakable, dripping with a mix of sarcasm and something that might have been concern—or maybe he just hated being ignored. either way, you didn’t want to face him right now. so you kept your head down, focusing on the empty park ahead of you.

“leave me alone,” you muttered, feeling an edge to your words that didn’t match the way your heart was hammering in your chest.

“yeah, no. not happening,” kaiser said, his footsteps closing in. you didn’t need to look to know he was right behind you now, his presence just as commanding as ever.

“i’m serious. i don’t want to talk right now.”

he sighed, a sound that was a little too heavy for something so simple. “listen,” he began, kneeling down in front of you, making you finally look up. “i didn’t mean to make you feel like.. whatever this is. but it’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it.”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “how is it not a big deal, huh? three months. three whole months, and you call me your friend like that. do you have any idea how that feels?”

kaiser hesitated for just a moment before running a hand through his hair, clearly thinking. “i get it. i was wrong. but i’m not great with words, you know that. hell, i don’t even know how to label us.”

“exactly.” your voice was almost a whisper now, frustration still simmering under your skin. “you don’t know how to label us. and you just let me think we were something more when—”

“hey.” kaiser cut you off, his tone firm yet softer than before. “i’m not gonna let you walk off like that, alright?”

you frowned. “why not? it’s clear you don’t care enough to—”

“you think i don’t care?” kaiser’s voice had a rare edge of vulnerability. “you’re that stupid? i’m this close to dragging you to the car, you know.” he didn’t say it as a joke this time, his eyes locked onto yours with a quiet intensity. “i don’t know what you want me to say, but i care. a lot.”

for a moment, everything went still. you felt your breath catch in your throat, unable to pull away from the intensity of his gaze.

“so, what now?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper, unsure of what you even wanted the answer to be.

he was quiet for a moment, then leaned forward, his face inches from yours. “now we stop overthinking it.” his lips were so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath. “and we figure this out together.”

you swallowed, unsure of how to respond, but all the tension in your body seemed to dissipate, replaced by something else. something lighter. something that felt right.

kaiser reached out and took your hand gently, his thumb tracing over your knuckles as if asking for permission. “you still pissed at me?” he asked softly.

you didn’t answer immediately, just studying him, trying to find the anger, the frustration, but it wasn’t there anymore. it was replaced with something warmer, something you hadn’t expected.

you sighed, a little smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “yeah. i am,” you admitted, but you didn’t pull your hand away. “but i’m not stupid enough to keep walking away from someone who’s not willing to let me go.”

kaiser grinned, his typical smirk returning. “good. because i’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

you finally let yourself laugh, the sound feeling light and easy. “you’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”

“yeah,” he said, shrugging as he stood up and pulled you to your feet. “but i’m your pain in the ass.”

you shook your head, but it was clear—whatever had been left unresolved between you two, it wasn’t going anywhere. not now.

“so,” he asked with a playful glint in his eyes, “are you gonna let me drag you back to the car or not?”

“only if you promise not to call me ‘your friend’ in front of random people again,” you shot back, crossing your arms, but there was something lighthearted in the way you said it.

kaiser smirked. “deal.”

and as he led you back to the car, everything felt a little more certain.

[luvfae]

CLEAN

summary: thanos loves you, but he can’t save you. so he forces you into rehab anyway.

parings: thanos/choi su/bong x f!reader

warnings: drug addiction, brief mention of sa (nothing happens i promise), swearing, sexual innuendos, cheating, angst.

ps. there will be a pt 2

Thanos didn’t know what it was about you that pulled him in.

Six months ago, he saw you for the first time at one of Nam-Gyu’s parties—slumped on the couch, half-conscious, body folding under the weight of whatever shit was in your system. He had no idea who you were, and he hadn’t planned to care.

He was at the peak of his career, performing sold-out shows, his name everywhere. He could have had any woman in Korea. Models, actresses, industry elites. But instead, he wanted you—the reckless, self-destructive mess who tore through life like you had nothing to lose.

You who partied until sunrise and crashed wherever the night left you.

You who screamed in his face, who kicked holes in his walls, who told him his music was fucking garbage.

You who spat in his face when he offered to pay for rehab, like he did everything else, because you didn’t have a cent to your name.

Maybe he was a masochist.

Maybe he saw something in you that reminded him of himself.

He hadn’t planned to get involved that night. He was done with that life—rehab, withdrawals, getting clean, relapsing, getting clean again. He knew better than to tangle himself in someone who could ruin all his hard work.

Until he saw it.

Some guy, shoving his hand up your dress while you lay there, too far gone to stop him.

The next few moments were a blur—his fist connecting with the guy’s face, the sound of bone cracking, his own breath coming out sharp and ragged as he scooped you up and carried you out. You never even woke up.

That was six months ago.

And you never really left.

Well, you did leave. But you always came back. Always.

You weren’t his girlfriend. Not publicly, not officially. But you were his. And he was waiting for the day you’d be clean enough for the rest of the world to know it.

You promised him you were clean now. A month sober

You weren’t.

You’d steal the key to the medicine cabinet when he wasn’t looking and take whatever you could grab before he caught you.

But he believed you.

Until last night.

When you didn’t come home.

When he woke up alone at 8 a.m., his heart slamming against his ribs. Your phone was still on the bedside table. He had no way to reach you.

All he could do was wait.

Wait and pray you came back home.

And at 10 a.m., you finally stumbled through the door.

Hair a mess. Mascara smudged. Barefoot.

Thanos sat on the couch, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“Where have you been?” he asked, voice calm, too calm.

You blinked at him—your pupils blown wide, your body swaying. Then, without warning, your knees buckled, and he was there. Catching you before you hit the floor, hands gripping your arms, shaking you gently.

“What did you take?” he demanded, tapping your cheek until your eyes flickered open. “Y/N, you were doing so well. A fucking month clean. What the fuck did you take?”

You blinked sluggishly, your lips curling into a half-smile. “I was never fucking clean, you idiot.”

His chest tightened. “What?”

You let out a weak, breathy laugh. “Either I was good at pretending, or you were too dumb to notice.”

His stomach twisted. His grip on you tightened. “You’re lying.”

You smirked, but there was no real amusement in your eyes. “I’m a liar.”

Then he saw them.

The hickey’s littered across your neck.

His entire body went rigid.

His fingers brushed over the marks, pressing just hard enough to make you wince. “Who did this to you?”

You didn’t answer. Just stared at him with that lazy, drugged-out expression, like you barely had the energy to care.

His jaw clenched. “Who the fuck did this to you?”

And then, you said it.

“I’ve fucked strangers.”

His heart dropped.

“I’ve fucked your friends.”

His blood ran cold. His stomach flipped. No. No, you’re fucking with me.

His hands fisted in your shirt. He shook you once, hard. “What fucking friends, Y/N?”

Your head lolled against his chest. “All of them.”

His breath left him in a sharp exhale.

You were killing yourself.

And now you were killing him, too.

His arms tightened around you. Not out of love this time. Out of anger. Out of desperation.

“This is fucking pathetic,” he hissed. “You’re ruining your fucking life. Sleeping around with people who don’t give a fuck about you—”

“I don’t give a fuck about me,” you cut him off, voice eerily soft.

His throat closed.

“I love you.” He whispered. “I love you, you silly, silly girl.”

You just stared at him. Silent.

You’d never said it back. Not once.

Maybe you never would.

But that didn’t stop him from trying.

He picked you up, ignoring your thrashing, your slurred curses, dragging you toward the bathroom. You stank of alcohol and sweat and the filth of whatever cheap bed you’d slept in last night. He forced you into the shower, clothes and all, turning the water on cold.

“I love you so fucking much,” he muttered, voice breaking, scrubbing you clean while you thrashed in his grip. “I feed you. I fucking bathe you. I take care of you. I put a roof over your head. And you can’t even get clean for me?”

You shoved at his chest, voice hoarse. “I never asked you to do that.”

“I don’t care,” he shot back. “I want you to be clean.”

“I don’t.”

“I want the world to know you as my girlfriend.”

“Well, give up.” You wiped your eyes, shivering from the cold water. “I don’t want you.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Thanos rolled his eyes, yanking you out of the shower, wrapping you in a towel. Your words didn’t hurt him anymore. He’d been where you were—hurting everyone who loved him. Hurting himself. Doing things most people deemed unforgivable.

But someone saved him.

And now, he was going to save you. Whether you liked it or not.

He dragged you to the bedroom, pulling one of his shirts over your head, shoving clean underwear and jeans onto you before throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

You screamed the entire way to the car.

Spat every insult you could think of.

Begged him to tell you where the fuck he was taking you.

“Rehab.”

Your screams turned into sobs. Your anger into desperation. Your thrashing into trembling.

“Please, baby.” Your voice cracked as your fingers curled around his thigh, sliding up, up—reaching for the zipper of his jeans. “I’ll suck you off, real good. How you like it. Just turn around.”

He swatted your hand away.

And you snapped. Exploded.

“You fucking piece of shit! I wish I never fucking met you!”

Thanos gritted his teeth, grip tightening on the steering wheel. Me too, baby. Me too.

But he kept driving.

And when he finally pulled up to the rehab facility, he dragged you inside—kicking, screaming, sobbing.

And then he left.

Because this time, saving you wasn’t up to him.

[heesngirl]

Preview : Heeseung and you happened to end up staying at the same hotel, and given the circumstances, the time without seeing each other, and the emotions of the moment, your intention was to finally make love, but in the middle of foreplay, you were interrupted.

— Heeseung x MC reader. Established relationship, light smut, mention of confidentiality contract (just a joke from the protagonist), pussy eating, face sitting, body worship, emotional and intimate connection. MDNI

Count : 6K

Note : This would be the prequel to "Be Continued". Only the third part remains to be published, which is Heeseung getting a blowjob.

It was enough to get into the back seat of the car for you to finally collapse just as you had been longing for. Whoever dared to say that your job was not hard at all was definitely nothing more than an ignorant, ill-informed person. Although, you also had to take into account the fact that when they invited you to participate in this event, they made it very clear that you would only cover a certain amount of time; however, a certain girl who was going to take over for you in the end could never arrive and did not notify you until the last moment.

You understood that her job was just as demanding or even more demanding than yours, but you mentally reproached her for having offered to participate, and not taking into consideration the fact that her current acting project could take more time than she planned. Later you would have the opportunity to personally unload on her.

For now you had to deal with your energy drop, since at that point you were more tired than a person; Your social battery was exhausted almost at the end of the day, so you were counting the hours to get out of there and go lie down in your hotel bed.

Although, now lying in the backseat of the vehicle you were tempted to sleep, at least during the minutes that would pass on the way to the hotel.

— Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't even think about falling asleep now. Let me remind you that you have an empty stomach and you should eat something first. So you better wait until we get there. — Joo Han scolds, observing your almost unconscious being through the rearview mirror.

— Oppa~ I'm dying, my little feet hurt like hell and I swear I'm more over there than over here, sleep is overcoming me — your protests sound strangled due to the way your cheek is crushed against your arm, and also because you could barely speak. You weren't lying, you were about to fall deeply asleep. — I don't think I can hold out until we get there, let me get some sleep please~ — you say, putting some emphasis on the last two letters.

Being aware of how noticeably exhausted you looked, Joo Han had no other choice but to let you sleep as you begged so much. It was obvious that he would end up giving in.

— Okay, you win, miss. You can sleep for a while, but I don't want to hear you complaining later when I have to interrupt your rest because we arrived at our destination. — he warns with supposed severity, but both of you knew that as soon as you arrived he would let you sleep a little longer before waking you up to get out of the car.

After having received the green light from your esteemed manager, you settle as much as you can in the seat and prepare to fall asleep. Unfortunately, you don't manage it.

At the exact moment you're about to fall asleep, your cell phone ringtone resounds, the sudden noise causing you to jump in place and abandon the task of going to dreamland.

A string of profanities was about to come out of your mouth, each and every one dedicated especially to whoever dared to bother you at that moment. However, all the bad mood along with the sleep and tiredness went to hell in a matter of seconds, and all after having read the name of the sender who requested to have a facetime with you.

— Oh god, my girl is so gorgeous — is the first thing you hear him say as soon as you agree to start the video call. Heeseung looks radiant from the other side of the screen smiling only for and at you. There was no way you could be upset with him, and even less so after hearing that. — How have you been, babe? I'm sorry for not contacting you sooner, but the concert hasn't been over for long and now we're heading to the hotel to rest. — although you were probably aware of it, he still took the trouble to explain since it didn't leave you any material to overthink.

Well, the truth is that since early in the morning you had been leaving him messages hoping that he would read them at some point, something he couldn't do because he was so busy with his responsibilities.

The concert he mentioned was the same one you had planned to sneak into incognito once you were free, but as mentioned before, the lack of organization and time of Jake's actress girlfriend as special guest and second MC in command, did nothing but disrupt and frustrate your plans.

Obviously, Heeseung didn't have that detail in mind, because you assured him that your itinerary didn't even leave a small space to go see him. Your karma for lying to your boyfriend, who was dying to see you in person after what would be two months.

— Hee, you don't have to give me explanations, I understand and take into account your reasons. — you answer simultaneously, getting up so you can give your beloved boy a close-up view of your face. You can notice how he stares at you in a daze for a few seconds. — I had been looking forward to attending the concert. I was right and I was going to surprise you by sneaking into the audience. But, it turns out that Jake’s boo seems to have an altered perception of time and he miscalculated, his recordings were extended and she couldn’t show up at the event. In the end I couldn’t get a replacement and I had to extend my day. — you confess with weariness and a frown, causing Heeseung to laugh at the seriousness with which you approached your tantrum.

— It’s a shame you couldn’t come to the concert. But leaving that aside, wasn’t it too exhausting for you? — the boy was aware of how precarious your social battery was, and even more so after a long day.

— Yes, yes it was. In fact, I was about to fall asleep, but your call came in and well, you know I just couldn't ignore it even if I'm dying — you confess, your boyfriend on the other side of the screen smiles, moved by the honesty of your words and by having that kind of privilege on your part. — Most likely, once I get to the hotel, I'll just have to get in touch with the bed to fall into a coma until the next day. — both laugh at that last comment, because they knew you were very serious.

— You don't deserve less, baby. Make sure you rest well. Just don't even think about going to sleep on an empty stomach — you perceive the severe tone in his voice and you do nothing but look at him ironically. — Don't look at me like that, the last time we slept together you made me get up in the middle of the night because you were hungry and then you had a hard time falling asleep again. I'm worried that you don't sleep your hours straight or that you skip meals. — he had a point in his favor that was simply difficult for you to refute, so you had no choice but to accept it.

— I'll make sure to have dinner before I go to bed. Don't worry too much now, besides, you should eat well and rest too — you remind him back. You're about to add something else but from the driver's seat Joo Han signals you to end the call. — Baby, I have to leave you. It seems it's time for me to get out of the car. I'll talk to you before I go to sleep.

— It's okay, baby girl, in fact, it's time for us to get out now too — you found that kind of coincidence a little strange, but you chose not to give it importance. — I love you, we'll talk later. — and without anything else to say he cut off the video call.

You put away your cell phone and took the bag you were carrying with you. You saw Joo Han get out first so he could go around the vehicle and open the door for you.

As soon as you got out of the car you noticed the slight gathering of people lying at a certain distance from the facilities; something quite strange in your opinion, since information about where you would stay during your stays outside of Korea was never leaked. Even stranger was how suddenly that small crowd seemed to get upset.

As much as your fame was rising, you found it impossible to believe that their uproar was due to your presence.

— That's how small the world is. — Joo Han's voice resonates behind you and you immediately

turn to face him, but he seems to be looking at something or rather someone who is beyond where you both lie standing.

You look away in the direction where your manager has his eyes fixed, and just that action is enough for you to understand the meaning behind his previous words.

You are perplexed, and the boy on the other end is no better than you, since he also seems to not finish processing what is happening at that precise moment. Both of you are there, looking at each other carefully, trying to make sure that what your respective eyes see is nothing more than reality.

Your minds connect… you feel your surroundings stop and suddenly it's just you two in the world, in the same place and time. If it weren't for the people who were hanging around those same places, you would have surely run towards him and even jumped into his arms. At that moment you thanked the universe, destiny and any other omnipotent force for conspiring in your favor.

— Hey come on, we can't stay out here for so long — Joo Han murmurs, making you leave the dream plane in which you seemed to be immersed. — You can talk to him later — he says as he urges you to start walking and enter the hotel once and for all.

You followed your manager's steps walking through the reception area, in the process feeling the weight of a gaze on you, you didn't even have to turn around because you knew perfectly well who it was. Only Lee Heeseung could have that kind of effect.

While you went with Joo Han to request the rooms to stay in, you managed to see how your boyfriend and his group headed towards the elevator. They made eye contact for a few seconds until the doors closed and he disappeared from your line of vision.

His presence in that place definitely altered your entire system, the level of your neurotransmitters increased drastically, you could feel the excitement bubbling and running through your entire body.

— Come on, I'll leave you in your bedroom to rest. — you look at Joo Han for a few seconds, thinking that at this point rest was the last thing relevant to you, the only thing you wanted was to be able to go to your boyfriend and throw yourself on him to kiss him and then both of you catch up.

After a while of boarding the elevator, you finally found yourself on your corresponding floor. Your manager dropped you off right in front of the door, and after giving you some instructions to avoid unwanted intruders in your room, he went to his own.

After a long, tiring day, you finally arrived at your hotel room. You closed the door with a sigh of relief and headed straight to the bathroom, eager for a moment of relaxation. Of course, not before giving your boyfriend the room number via text.

As the cold water fell on your tired skin, you felt the stress and fatigue slowly fade away. The comforting sound of the water enveloped you, and for a moment you allowed yourself to disconnect from everything. Even the disgust against Jake's girl became a non-existent plane.

After a time that seemed eternal to you, you got out of the bathtub wrapped in a soft bathrobe. As you dried your hair with a towel, you heard a soft knock on your room door. You paused for a moment, getting an idea of who it could be, and the excitement rose in you once more. As you approached the door, the knocking was repeated, this time more insistently.

As you opened the door, you were met by the figure of your boyfriend, standing in front of you, with that mix of urgency and devotion etched in his eyes. Before you could say a word, he had already crossed the threshold, closing the door firmly behind him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting you off the ground as his lips sought yours, leaving no room for surprise. His kiss was voracious, hungry, as if time and distance had been a punishment that could finally redeem him.

You didn't have the chance to react at first, but you didn't need to either. Everything in you responded to that intensity, returning with equal vehemence the way his lips moved against yours. The time apart had been torture, and now every caress and kiss seemed like an affirmation that all of that was over.

The whirlwind of emotions stretched on for minutes that felt like a blink of an eye. The labored breathing, restless hands, and the accelerated beating of their hearts filled the small space of the room, as if the rest of the world had vanished. When their lips finally separated, they both looked at each other with a mixture of need and relief, smiling almost at the same time.

Heeseung took a few steps forward, taking you with him to the bed. He dropped down with an uncommon softness on it, dragging you with him to keep you close. One of his hands went up to your face, outlining your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with the fervor of his first gestures. His eyes looked at you as if he wanted to memorize every detail, every shadow and every light of your face.

— Baby girl, I've missed you so much — he whispered tenderly, letting his words fill the intimate space you shared. — Every second away from you felt like an eternity. You don't know how much I've longed for this moment.

You were touched by the honesty of his words and the intensity of his emotions. In that special moment, despite your reserved nature, you allowed your own feelings to be freely expressed.

— I've missed you too, baby — you answered in a soft voice, allowing yourself to be more vulnerable than usual. — It hasn't been easy being away from you for so long, but now that we're together again, I feel like everything is in its place.

Time seemed to stop as you lost yourself in the mutual glow of your gazes. You threw yourself

against his lips once more, kissing him more calmly but with so much love in between. Lee smiled so pleased by your action, also because after you separated you didn't last long before planting another kiss on him, and another, and another... and a few more. He was melting internally, he loved this side of you that only he could bring out.

— Yes, you definitely missed me as much as I missed you — he jokes with a lively tone. — Which surprises me. Hadn't you boasted that you wouldn't miss me and could be at peace without me?

At his words, you lowered your head, hiding your face against his chest to hide the embarrassment you felt. Despite your attempt to hide your emotions, Heeseung put his arms around you and caressed your back softly.

— As expected, it was nothing more than a joke, and I ended up swallowing my words — you admit, simultaneously raising your face to look him straight in the eyes. — It hasn't been easy being away from you, Hee. I was aware of how much I need you by my side, even in the busiest of times.

Your words comforted him, and you couldn't even imagine how much, so his way of letting you know was to hold you closer to his body and lean in to leave a kiss on your forehead.

— Now you understand how I've been feeling these past few days. not being with you even for a measly second. It's not easy being away from you, babe, but that just made me realize that we're getting more and more in tune. — his words were so unfiltered, you felt touched by his sincerity.

— You know? This makes me realize how much I needed a moment like this with you. Besides, I just discovered that I can be as cheesy as Jake's girlfriend or Hoon's little sunshine. — both laugh because of such a statement.

— Don't compare yourself, never do, you are you and that's what makes you so wonderful. I'm aware of how loving you really are, when it comes to the affection that comes from your heart, which makes me feel loved. — he declares, his eyes never leaving yours as he pronounces each word. — Also, remember that there's Jay's girlfriend. — he adds, and ignoring a little of the romanticism you give him a little punch in the chest for that last thing he said. But he shrugged it off and just laughed.

— Yeah yeah, you're all so lucky to have gotten such wonderful girls like us to notice you. — you mocked with great pride.

Heeseung laughed ironically, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Then, he turned gracefully, leaving you cornered against the mattress while he hovered over you.

— I can't deny what you say, — he admitted with a mischievous glint in his eyes. — I really was lucky enough to get the wonderful girl that I boast of admiring and loving so much today. — with shining eyes and a pounding heart, you reacted completely touched by Heeseung's words.

Your lips met in a fiery kiss once again, a whirlwind of emotions enveloping you, dragging you into an exclusive world where time faded away and only the two of you existed. Your hands, driven by an overwhelming desire, gripped his shirt tightly. Your trembling fingers sank into the fabric, crumpling it in your fists as you pulled him towards you with an urgent, almost desperate need that demanded the immediate union of your bodies. That demanding attitude, charged with unbridled passion, further ignited the spark in Heeseung, who responded by intensifying the kiss. His tongue made its way between your lips, invading your mouth with a voracious warmth that seemed to devour you from within.

The soft murmur of their sighs mixed with the echo of their racing hearts, creating an intimate symphony that reverberated in the room. Every second that passed increased the intensity. His lips, skillful and demanding, explored yours as if he were seeking to memorize every texture, every flavor. The touch of your bodies generated an almost tangible electricity. Every movement, every touch between you, amplified the connection, the mutual heat enveloping you in a frenzy that gave no respite.

Heeseung's hands found your waist, his long, firm fingers holding you with a strength that, far from intimidating you, ignited your senses. When his lips began to slide from yours to your jaw, his warm breath caressed your skin, sending shivers along your spine. The kisses slowly descended to your neck, where his mouth stopped, leaving a trail of delicate bites that drew barely contained moans from your lips.

Your hands, now bolder, slid down his chest. Each caress was a message, a silent call that Heeseung interpreted perfectly. Slowly, your fingers sought the edge of the garment, pulling it up with clumsy movements, but loaded with intention. Noticing your intentions, he moved away just enough, raising his arms to make your job easier. With a swift movement, you slid the shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor without caring where it ended up. Now, with his torso exposed, your fingers traced the contours of his body. Every muscle beneath your hands seemed to tense at your touch, and the heat emanating from him enveloped you like a flare.

Heeseung let one of his hands venture past your waist. His fingers traced a downward path, caressing the curve of your hip until they found your bare thigh. The fabric of your bathrobe was barely an obstacle to his touch. His hand, warm and firm, rested on your skin, his fingers brushing over it in slow but determined movements. That caress sent a shiver through your body, a shudder you couldn’t hide and that he instantly sensed.

With his lips busy exploring the delicate curve of your neck and collarbones, Heeseung left small bites and wet kisses, tracing a path that made you arch your back, seeking more of him. His mouth was like fire against your skin, a searing heat that contrasted with the trembling that ran through your limbs. Each kiss of his was a mark of possession, as if he wanted to claim every part of you, but at the same time an act of Adoration, laden with reverent desire.

Your hands left his chest to run down his back, your nails barely grazing his bare skin, causing him to shudder a little, drawing a low growl from his lips. His reactions, so raw and genuine, fueled the frenzy that burned between the two of you, leading you to lose yourself even more in that moment.

Heeseung lifted his head, his dark, lust-filled eyes meeting yours, which shone with a mix of longing and vulnerability. His breathing, heavy and ragged, barely allowed him to utter his next words. As much pleasure as you both felt, Heeseung knew he needed your consent. He didn’t want to take anything for granted.

— Will you grant me this night? — he asked in a hoarse voice, desire permeating every syllable. His gaze lowered to your swollen lips, then back to your eyes, searching in them for the answer he so craved. You could tell how needy he was, the internal struggle to maintain his sanity evidenced by the turgidity of his erect member beneath his leather pants. — I don't want this to be just an impulse, I want it to be our moment.

— Honestly, I don't know what you're waiting for to tear this robe off my body and take me once and for all. — you reproached him, your tone suggestive and defiant, each word a whisper full of promise.

You loosened the knot, but left the garment barely closed, as if you wanted to prolong his torment a little longer. His gaze lowered to the small space that opened in the fabric, revealing the softness of your skin, and his jaw tensed. Seeing the flash of desire in your eyes, he lowered his face to capture your lips in a shorter kiss this time, creating a path that would explore every inch of your body, opening the robe further in the process.

His lips left a chaste kiss on your chest, before he pulled away, taking a moment to admire the naked splendor before him.

— I have no words to explain how much I love what I’m looking at right now. My baby is beautiful, so, so fucking beautiful. — he murmured huskily, his words laden with adoration. Then, leaning forward, he began to sprinkle kisses over your bare skin, each contact of his lips sending a shiver that raised goosebumps across your skin.

His mouth moved in a deliberate rhythm, leaving a trail of heat from the curve of your collarbone to your ribs. He continued down with devotion, stopping at your thighs. His warm breath contrasted with the coolness of the room, and the brush of his lips over the smoothness of your skin made you arch your back slightly.

When he reached your knee, he planted a deeper kiss, as if to mark the moment, before repeating his action on the other leg. But just as his mouth began to approach the heat pooling between your thighs, you stopped him, squeezing his face between your legs. Your thighs instinctively closed around his head, trapping him in a gesture that was both one of vulnerability and power.

Heeseung's reaction was immediate; a low, guttural growl escaped his throat. He couldn't hide how much he enjoyed that contact. The pressure of your thick thighs against his face seemed to unleash something wild inside him, an overwhelming satisfaction that was reflected in the dark glint of his eyes.

— Wait, Lee Heeseung, where's my confidentiality agreement? — you teased disdainfully, momentarily breaking the tension with a bit of humor.

He closed his eyes and let out a light laugh, the vibration of his chest resonating against your legs. The joke wasn't new; you'd mentioned it before, but he hadn't expected you to bring it up at that moment. However, he seemed to love that even in the midst of passion you maintained that playful spark that fascinated him so much.

When he opened his eyes, he did so slowly, as if he wanted to make sure you caught every second of his gaze. From his position between your legs, he watched you intensely. His pupils, dilated with desire, seemed to devour you, and the mischievous curve of his smile was as confident as it was dangerous.

— Why would I make you sign that shit if this won’t be the only time I have you like this? — he replied rhetorically while his voice took on a serious and almost mocking tone. The arrogance in his expression disarmed you, but it also ignited something inside you.

Without warning, Heeseung slid his large, warm hands over your thighs, holding them firmly. His fingers pressed against your skin with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness, sending a wave of heat straight to your belly. Slowly, he opened your legs, creating a space that seemed insufficient for the desperation that was drawn on his features.

The moisture between your legs seemed to invite him, and his face was at the exact level, so close that you could feel his breath caressing your skin. His lips delicately brushed the most intimate area of your body, but he didn’t move immediately. Instead, his eyes searched yours, waiting, connecting, as if he needed to make sure you were with him on every level: physical, emotional, and beyond.

From your position, you watch as he licks his lips eagerly, a provocative dance that awakens every fiber of your being. You move a little closer, and close your eyes, letting the anticipation envelop you, yearning for that contact that seems like a distant whisper. However, instead of what you wanted, his lips slide down to the inside of your left thigh. Surprise and a slight flash of annoyance lead you to tap your fingers against his forehead, but he only laughs, a sound full of complicity that lights the fire inside you even more.

— Stop torturing me, you don’t know how much I need you right now. — you whimper, giving him a reproachful look as your mouth turns into a small pout, a mix of helplessness and desire.

But Heeseung, far from taking pity, takes his time, enjoying every moment. His lips alternate kisses between the soft skin of both thighs, a game that heightens your frustration. Just when you think he will finally give in to your pleas, he stops, leaving a kiss on your mound of venery before dropping down beside you on the bed.

You turn to him, confusion and disappointment reflected on your face, while he remains serene, staring at the ceiling as if he were not the architect of your longing. The need to reproach him for his actions bubbles up inside you, but before you can articulate a word, he makes a gesture with his hand, pointing to his face.

— Baby, don’t just stand there doing nothing. Come and sit on my face. I long to eat you in that position. — he orders you with a voice full of raw desire, a mix of authority and lust that makes every corner of your body vibrate.

You don't need him to repeat it. In an instinctive movement, you stand up and let the bathrobe fall, the cool air brushing against your bare skin. Your body reacts to the contrast, your nipples hardening as your breathing quickens. You know what's coming and the anticipation is already raging inside you.

With a determination you barely recognize as your own, you approach him. His eyes, dark and bright, follow each step you take, devouring you with their gaze, and you feel his desire pierce the space between you. You climb astride his body, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his torso. The fabric of his pants brushes against your wet lips, and the contact sends shivers down your spine. His erection, hard and prominent, presses against your center with a delicious insistence, drawing a low, guttural gasp from your mouth.

That sound, that sign of how much he wants you, becomes an incentive for you. Slowly, you begin to rub against him, seeking that friction that further ignites the fire already burning in your belly. His hands move up your thighs, his long, firm fingers leaving a trail of heat that makes your legs shiver.

— Fuck... You have no idea how much I love you. — he growls, his voice barely a whisper muffled by arousal.

Your movements become more desperate, your hips undulating against him in a rhythmic dance that steals your breath. But his urgency overwhelms yours. In one determined move, his hands move up to your hips, holding you firmly and guiding you towards his face. Your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his breath caressing your most sensitive skin.

You carefully settle yourself over his mouth, but he’s not about to wait. His arms wrap around you tightly, his fingers digging into your thighs with an almost primal need. He opens you wider, making sure every part of you is exposed to him, vulnerable and within reach of his tongue.

The first contact is an electric shock that makes you arch your back and moan, your hands instinctively seeking support on the headboard of the bed. His tongue slides with precision, tracing slow, deep circles before zeroing in on the exact spot that makes you shudder. His technique is a mix of mastery and desperation, as if he can’t get enough of you.

— You’re so good to me. — you sigh, your voice cracking under the weight of ecstasy.

Every movement of his brings you closer to the edge. The way his tongue alternates between gentle caresses and intense thrusts makes you lose any trace of control. His hands don’t stay still; his fingers run over your hips, moving down to caress your buttocks, squeezing them hard to force you to move more rhythmically on his mouth.

Your moans fill the room, mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working tirelessly on you. Your body shakes, your thighs trembling as the pleasure builds in ever more intense spirals.

He doesn’t stop. With every moan you let out, his movements become more fervent, more demanding. You can feel the pride emanating from him, the delight in your every reaction. He watches you from below, his eyes darkened with lust, enjoying the sight of your face contorting in ecstasy.

— You’re mine… All mine, baby. — he whispers against your pussy before sucking you with an intensity that leaves you breathless, a bolt of pure pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body.

Your breathing is a mess; words aren’t enough to express what you’re feeling at that moment. You grip the headboard tighter, your hips moving on instinct, seeking to prolong those sensations that have you on the brink of madness.

— Hee, I’m close. — you whimper desperately, at the same time as you begin to move around in search of more friction. Just as you’re about to come undone in his mouth, a knock on your door brings you both out of the moment.

Both you and he freeze, not knowing exactly what to do, as your minds remained clouded and it was difficult for you to process quickly. Another knock sounds, but this time more insistently.

— Has she fallen asleep already? — you heard someone question from outside and you immediately recognize that voice as Sunoo's.

— It's possible, but I don't think so. Let me call her to check. — the other voice that resonates you also recognize instantly, it was Jungwon. Instantly a call comes into your cell phone, that's when you finally react and get off Hee's body.

You take the robe and cover your body again. You help Heeseung get out of bed and quickly lead them to the bathroom, you leave him locked in there. You arrange the robe and your hair well, then finally open the door.

— Wonie! — you exclaim happily but nervously as soon as you see the boy in front of you. Yang smiles in response.

— I'm here too. — Sunoo points out indignantly at being overlooked because of Jungwon's presence.

— Yeah, hello to you too — you greet in an effort to get out of the way, causing Sunoo to look at you with contempt. Jungwon and you laugh at Kim's expression. — What brings you here? — you ask, continuing a normal conversation.

— We brought a surprise for you. — Won answers and simultaneously he and Sunoo step aside, revealing the female presence that accompanied them.

— Surprise! — the young actress sings, doing jazz hands and smiling widely.

You wanted to throw yourself at her, because the truth is that you hadn't been able to see her for a while either. However, the memory of you working overtime made the love fade away and instead you did the bitter thing of closing the door in her face. However, three hands push, preventing you from completing your action.

— Why aren't you with Jaeyun? — your question wasn't meant to be mean, it was simply the first thing you managed to ask. The actress's face twisted into a grimace of discontent, as she hoped that her presence would really excite you.

— Why do you say it as if I couldn't be away from him? — she counterattacked, somewhat offended.

— Because that's actually how it is — Sunoo confirmed, earning a punch on the arm from the other girl. They both looked at each other in disgust after that. — And do you intend to leave us standing here all night? — Sunoo reproaches you and you do nothing but roll your eyes.

— Don't you have your own rooms? — you reply, crossing your arms and looking at him mockingly, provoking the other girl. At that moment Jungwon had to intervene before the worst happened.

— Come on, let's all hang out together! Look, I bought these snacks and sweets that you might like — you appreciated her intervention and her innate ability to persuade you with food. — Also, she hired a skincare service and the person should be arriving soon.

— Okay, let's all hang out together. But let me inform you that I will not be lending my room for this sleepover attempt — you notice how the expressions of Sunoo and Jaeyun's girlfriend go from excitement to disappointment in just a second, and yes, it was because of your refusal in the end. They were already making themselves comfortable in your bed that undoubtedly had to be well-ordered... according to them.

— But why not?! — the two aforementioned complain in unison.

— I don't have enough energy to have to clean everything after you leave here, in fact, I was about to get dressed and go to sleep and you interrupted me. — you had to lie for the sake of the boy who was still locked in your bathroom.

— Okay, I guess we'll take my room since Won and Jongseong's room is occupied by the latter, Jaeyun and Riki watching a soccer game. In Sunoo's room is Hoon doing FaceTime with his little sun and you don't want to lend yours. We have no other option. — the actress admits. — Go get dressed, we'll be waiting for you over there, it's number 23. Please don't take too long — and without further ado, the three of you prepare to leave.

You're about to close and enter your room but a doubt invades you and that's why you make them stop halfway down the hallway.

— How did you know my room number? — the truth is you didn't remember having exposed your location to someone else.

— Oh that, your boyfriend spilled the beans on Won and he told us. — Sunoo clarified causing you to give yourself a mental blow.

Without making any noise, you entered your room again, got dressed in silence, and then left to meet up with your friends.

And Heeseung? Well, he had to reflect on his actions, since they were practically interrupted because of him.

— I do not allow copies or translations! This content was originally created in Spanish and published on Wattpad.

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Mr player | BNHA x Seme Male Reader Harem

Chapter 3 Innocent Redhead

Kirishima Eijirou, first time, dirty talk, sensitivity

You awoke earlier than you expected. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it read 3 AM. You sighed, seeing as you didn't get much sleep. Turning to Shoto who was beside you, you chuckled seeing as your length was still somehow inside him. You pulled away, as he softly whimpered in his sleep. You, of course, considered waking him up with a blowjob, but you didn't feel like it for this morning. Perhaps because you rarely feel the need to continuously do someone after a rough, passionate night. You stood up from your position, taking a mental note to change your sheets as you took a hoodie from your closet and pulling it down over Todoroki's head. You ruffled his hair, placing the sheets back over his sleeping body as you entered the showers.

You rinsed off your body, and after a couple of minutes, you were done. You felt your sleepiness wear off, yet sighed as you saw that the time was merely approaching 4 AM, wherein classes start at four more hours.

You put on your uniform over a black tank top and shoved your grey sweatpants in your bag before heading out. Of course, you made sure to place an extra set of your uniform and a towel on your bed for when Todoroki wakes up.

You decided to train with your quirk since you had to improve your dependency on people's seven deadly sins. You found a spot near the woods, placing your bag down and changing into sweats, you began to activate your quirk, alternating between using your own negative emotions, and nothing.

•••

Some days, he would get up early to train, as he wanted to catch up to the people in his class. Some, he would sleep in, but this morning was one of the days he wanted to improve his use of his quirk.

He had been there for an hour, panting as his own rigorous training caught up to him. He took a sip from his water bottle, deciding to rest for a bit so he could replenish some of his energy.

A musky, honey-like scent suddenly hung on the air, a spicy hint to it as his whole body froze. He couldn't move, feeling his body heat up, his panting got louder, as blood rushed to his cheeks and more horrifyingly, down his trousers.

He couldn't think straight, even as his body stood up and began walking to a certain point in the woods. His cloudy, half-lidded eyes caught sight of a mop of (h/c) standing still, with glowing red eyes as the new person seemed to release some sort of energy.

He didn't know what was happening, and his quirk began to suddenly activate.

"Kirishima?"

Your voice seemed to snap the red-haired male out of his trance, his body hardening made it to halfway from his chest and slowly began to deactivate. "(M/n)..." He muttered under his breath, approaching the (h/c)-haired male. His eyes scanned his form, gulping at the black tank top that did nothing to hide his toned body, and his bottoms that seemed to slightly trace his crotch. Kirishima's eyes were clouded, his body shivering as you looked at the obvious bulge in his pants.

"Crap. I didn't know someone else was here." You cursed, realizing you released a lot of your pheromones, thinking no one was training with you. You bit your lip as you felt arms wrap around your hips, with fingers trailing down your tank top. You looked at the lust-driven male, finding him painfully attractive despite the situation. You stopped releasing your pheromones, as he seemed to slowly register what was happening.

However, the bulge in his pants didn't disappear.

An embarrassed look morphed on his face as a pink hue crept up to his cheeks. "I-i'm sorry! I didn't know what came over me!"

'Cute' you thought, and soon, strong arms gently pinned him against a tree. "(M/n)...?" His voice was noticeably a whisper.

"It seems you have a bit of a problem. Would you like me to take care of it for you?"

Cue the red, hot, blush and the stunned silence.

"H-h-how..?" He found his voice, yet he wanted to smack his head for vocalizing a stupid question. You merely chuckled, as you held him up and support him with your body, pressing him further against the wall. Your bulge rubbed against his, and he almost moaned.

"I'll show you how."

•••

"M-mhmm... A-ah... (M/n).."

Not even ten minutes later, Kirishima was a moaning mess. He looked delectable, a different kind of lewd from your previous nights. His body was hard, his quirk becoming semi-activated, especially his bulge that seemed to poke out from his shorts, yet he was moaning from how you were grinding on him.

You checked your watch, clicking your tongue at the limited time you had, seeing as you still have to go back to class. Pushing him against the trunk of the tree, you let him raise his leg and wrap around yours, your strength lets you hold him up completely with no difficulties. You smirked, pulling down his boxers to his knees as well as yours.

His teary red eyes widened at the lewd sight of his tip rubbing against yours. He blushed red as he looked at it, unable to keep his eyes away from your long, hard, and throbbing cock. It was the first time he had ever been in such a lewd situation, he had never watched explicit videos, and being in such a position drove him to new heights.

"So innocent, hm? It's lovely that I get to take that innocence away, Kiri." You whispered huskily against his ear, his lips quivering at the words you have just said. His mind was hazy.

"C-Call me Eijirou please." He found his strength to whisper. You chuckled at this, finding it quite cute. You pressed your body against his as your tongue licked the shell of his ear.

"Well then, let's make this quick~ Wouldn't want to get caught now do we, Eijirou~?"

His soft hands caught you off-guard. Wrapping his arms around your physique, he let himself get closer to you, his rock-hard body against yours. "Please." His needy voice whimpered beside your ear, and a lustful smirk grazed your features as you slowly entered him. Your tip stretched him open, and he swore he felt the most euphoric he'd ever been, just from your tip.

Your overflowing precum lubed him up, yet your huge cock penetrating his virgin walls made him flinch as he took you in. He bit his lip. He couldn't believe his first was with you.

You smirked as you felt him tighten, seeing his cock twitch as well and leak with his own precum. "What lewd thoughts are you having? Is it because I'm taking your purity~?"

His lips quivered, his whole body feeling hot as he gulped at your words. He couldn't help but reciprocate your dirty talk. "A-ah-ahn... (M/n).. Please fuck my virgin hole~"

He couldn't believe he just said that, you couldn't either, as you had lost control of your teasing and began to pound into him without warning. You started off roughly, each thrust being fast and so hard that his body jerked upwards. You held his legs around your body, spreading his legs as you went deeper. His moans reached your ears, loud and seductive. You could hear him crying your name out.

You chuckled, leaning forwards to kiss him so you could muffle his loud moaning. Sure, the image of him being utterly fucked by you in such a risky place was hot, but you wouldn't want to be caught and be given detention. That'd be a bother.

"M-mgfhh— A-ngh–mfgh..." His strangled moaning was pretty cute, and he tasted sweet too. Sweet and innocent. You didn't picture Kirishima to be such a pure sub, but seeing him now you realized he was just the cinnamon roll you needed. Perhaps he could be the one you go to when you're in the mood to defile such an innocent virgin. Well, was, anyway.

You pulled away as a string of saliva connected both of your tongues, yet you didn't stop pounding hard into him, instead, you focused all your energy into entering him deeper, reaching his prostate and all his sensitive spots.

His mouth hung open, attractively so despite his sharp jagged teeth. You didn't notice he was already close to climax, that is until his eyes rolled back to his head, his body shivering as his cock twitched and his thick, hot semen spurted out. That was probably his first release ever, and you couldn't help but go even faster as he basked in his orgasm.

"W-wa-wait..! I-i just c-ca-a-A—AAH..!" His moan sent pleasurable shivers down your spine. You just loved how they would cry out, their voice hoarse, pleasured, and utterly ruined.

"But I haven't come yet~ Don't be so selfish and let me cum inside you, Eijirou~"

Your words made his cock throb, added to the fact that you were pounding into his sensitive, once virgin hole even as he came. He was definitely in cloud nine. Kirishima couldn't care less as his body jerked and unconsciously continued to shake lightly, his legs quivered around you as his hole began sucking you further.

"D-deeper~ A-a-ahh G-god... P-please.. I want you so deep i-inside..."

His pleads didn't go to waste, and you were quite breathless at how far you were reaching in. Your hard, throbbing tip poked at a certain spot which made his legs suddenly raise up, tears flowed down his gorgeous clouded eyes and his whole body felt almost paralyzed from the pleasure. He didn't even know he came again, even as his cum dripped down his thighs. You let out a low groan, and all he could focus on was how your thick, hot semen filled him up to the brim. He felt his walls become coated with you, all his sensitive spots, his prostate and so deep too.

You pulled out, breathless as you let him slump against you as he tried to catch his breath. You pulled up your sweatpants, biting your lip as you caressed his body. "You were so good."

He couldn't help but whimper, a natural response to your thick, husky voice. He pulled away from you, looking up as he fell to the ground, his back against the trunk and his legs wide open for the world to see. You smirked, bending down as you fished your phone out from your pocket.

Before he could comprehend, he heard the snap of a camera and a sudden flash. He blushed red, embarrassed, and a bit angry. "D-delete that! (M/n)!"

You chuckled, your camera in videotape pointed towards him. "That won't do. You just looked so hot with my cum dripping from your hole. Don't worry, I'll never show it to anyone~"

"S-stop f-filming..!"

[beloveds-embrace]

So, someone may have already thought about this, but after reading the comments from other folks in the neglected!aus of the Dukedom, I'm looking for a sliver of hope for poor Duchess.

What if there is a newly-hired maid who actually gives a shit about Duchess's well-being, but also not one to take bs? When she notices the duchess being treated unfair, she's quick to ask the rest of the staff. They're no help, and John just turns a blind eye to it. "If you're so worried, then why don't you take care of her yourself?" says half-heartedly.

Challenge accepted (with the utmost diligence).

Because regardless of how things are, she's not gonna let The Lady of The House wither and waste away. Anything Duchess needs, Sweet Maid will be the one to take care of it, not accepting any help or pity from anyone. Plus, less problems means less rumors.

The manor was cold.

Not in the way that stone and drafty halls made a place cold, but in the way that loneliness settled into the bones of a home, making it hollow. You felt it in every ignored whisper of your name, in the meals left at your door but never shared, in the glances that once lingered but now flickered away, as if your presence was something to be endured rather than cherished.

You had learned to sit in that silence, to let the days pass with only the ticking of the grand clock to keep you company. No one seemed to mind that the Duchess of the house was wilting. Not the servants who barely acknowledged you, not the man who had vowed to be your partner in all things.

So it was a surprise when a sharp knock interrupted the monotony of your existence.

You barely had the energy to respond. “Enter.”

The door swung open, and in stepped a young woman dressed in the crisp uniform of the household staff. But unlike the others, she did not hesitate in the doorway, did not cast you a wary glance before hurrying off to complete some other, more important task- because you were at the bottom of the list of importance to them.

No- this one marched inside with purpose, hands on her hips, bright eyes scanning the room like a general surveying a battlefield.

“Oh, absolutely not!”

You blinked, fully looking at her. “I beg your pardon?”

The maid- Shirin, you would later learn- looked positively appalled, her gaze darting between the untouched vanity, the dust gathering in the corners, the discarded meal trays with barely a dent in them.

“This is unacceptable!” she declared.

You almost laughed. You had never heard one of the staff speak so freely before, but you didn’t mind. At least she was speaking to you.

Instead, you tilted your head, studying her. “And you are?”

Shirin straightened, her expression softening when her eyes met yours. “Shirin, Your Grace. I’ve just been hired, and let me tell you, I do not approve of how they’ve been treating you.”

Your lips parted, but before you could respond, she was already moving- striding toward the heavy curtains and yanking them open, letting sunlight pour into the dim room.

“Goodness, no wonder you look so sick! They’ve been keeping you in the dark like some tragic ghost.”

You winced at the sudden brightness, but you found yourself watching, entranced, as Shirin moved with swift efficiency. She gathered the abandoned trays and muttered under her breath about the nerve of leaving food for a Duchess like she’s a stray cat, shaking her head in obvious disapproval.

You frowned. “Why does it matter to you?”

Shirin turned, her brows furrowing in genuine confusion. “Because you’re you!” she said, as if that should be obvious.

You didn’t know how to respond to that.

With a huff, Shirin clapped her hands together. “Alright! First things first, we’re getting you properly bathed, dressed, and fed. No more arguments.”

You raised a brow. “I haven’t argued.”

“Oh, you will,” she said knowingly, already heading toward the bathing chamber. “But I’m terribly stubborn, and I always win, my lady.”

For the first time in ages, you felt something unfamiliar flutter in your chest. Something warm. And you weren’t quite sure what to do with it.

Within minutes, Shirin had the bath drawn- hot water steaming as she added fragrant oils with a hum. She returned to your bedside, hands on her hips.

“Well?”

You hesitated. You didn’t even know why- and yet tou hesitated.

She softened, stepping closer. “Your Grace,” she said gently. “You deserve to be taken care of.”

Something in you cracked, and without a word, you let her help you to the bath.

She was kind but firm, helping you undress without making you feel small, washing your hair with a gentleness that made your throat tighten. When you were clean and wrapped in the softest robe, she helped you to a chair before the vanity, brushing creams onto your face with careful strokes.

“See?” she murmured. “Not so bad, my lady.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “No,” you admitted. “Not bad at all.”

Shirin, and you found yourself helpless against the warmth of it. She squealed when she noticed your own smile.

By the time you were settled in fresh clothes, Shirin had already changed the linens, aired out the room, and brought in a meal that smelled heavenly. The warmth of the plate alone almost made you tear up.

She cut the food into small bites- not in a condescending way, but in a way that said she simply wanted to make things easier for you.

You took a tentative bite, and Shirin lit up.

“Oh, thank the stars, you’re eating!” she cheered.

You gave her a look, but there was no real heat behind it.

“I always win, my lady. I told you so!” She reminded you with a wink.

And for once, you didn’t mind losing.

Meanwhile, the rest of the staff had noticed Shirin’s warpath.

She was sweet with you- warm, chatty, the very definition of a doting maid. But with them?

“Oh, no no no,” she had scolded Johnny that morning. “You expect the Duchess to eat this?” She had snatched the meal away with a huff, muttering about standards before personally overseeing a proper one.

And when she had cornered John, her expression turning so positively icy, she hadn’t even pretended to be intimidated.

“If you’re so worried, then why don’t you take care of her yourself?” he had muttered, dismissive, too focused on his work to care about a singular maid taking pity on you.

Shirin had only grinned. Fine. She will take the very best care of you!

[yayasvalveplay]

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GAHH I'm having brain rot over this ❤️ I came for robot porn–STAYED FOR ANGST 😭

Like what if D-16 was too late? Or Orion decided that since today will be his last day–he talks, he has energy for now. Where despite planning to leave; knowing that if he talks to D, whatever will he has to leave might diminish— he shouldn't–not with their sparkling on the line. BUT HE STILL GOES TO TALK BECAUSE HE LOVES AND MISSES D. Orion at least wants to lessen his worries for once, just for now.

Instead of D-16 following Orion all the way to the alcove to confront him. ORION CONFRONTS D— he suddenly wants to talk to him, he wants to clear some things up with his best friend, to try to explain lie — that everything is fine or going to be fine... he just gained perspective, that he realized D was right, that he needed to be more careful and more responsible. Honestly anything Orion trying to explain his truth as he rubs his servo on his abdominal plate; he was just working too hard and focused too much. He talks.

However, it's clear though that Orion isn't sharing everything. Despite D-16 clearly wanting to know/demand more; he's already gotten more from Pax than he has in all this time Orion has been withdrawn. his stupid annoying cute lively energetic friend looks so tired. But he appears genuinely happy tearfully so even to be talking to D again—D-16 can't help but take it in, he can't ruin this. Sure he's mad and worried but his amica his other half is talking to him again and internally; D feels so emotionally relieved over this... that he's willing to at least let it slide for a little bit... he'll talk more with Pax later. He comes to regret this so much. For now; D-16 makes sure Orion gets his rest before shutting his optics, the blue and red mech the last image as D falls asleep...

D-16 wakes up to an empty berth infront of him. Orion isn't at work. No one has seen Orion and there isn't a hint of him anywhere. The thought that he went off to do his shenanigans once again is there from a couple of bots, more like a self-assurance. He'll be back. Except they were wrong. The sudden disappearance of the trouble making blue and red mech is far too noticeable among the miners. But what can they really do? They can't go searching for him, they wouldn't be allowed, can't break protocol–

D-16 really really tries whatever he could do to find Orion... he interrogates other miners, asks if they had talked to Orion- ANYTHING... but he's gone, his Orion is gone and D-16 has genuinely never felt so angry so hurt, why did pax leave?! And yet- so terrified and distraught over his Pax. It doesn't take long for the empty spot where his best friend use to be, right across from D-16— to be filled in and replaced immediately by another miner. Another cog in the machine. Someone else is sleeping in Orion's berth.

For how D-16 finds out about the sparkling, because this is Orion Pax of fucking course, D finds a datapad right on top of his berth-JUST ABOVE HIS HELM BECAUSE ORION WOULD LEAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT THERE. It's a farewell note from Orion, how nothing was D-16's fault for Orion choosing to leave, that he'll be okay, etc.

This is where D finds about about the sparkling, but its not enough to fully know and thus begins how D-16 pulls an Orion and sneaks to find out more!

Lmao ya. Welcome to what this blog is. You think it's just porn but nope, we put plot and lore into our porn.

I also love all of this. Orion just dissapering and he gets replaced just as quickly. What if the bot tries being friendly with Dee but he's cold, and shut down, snapping at the new bot whenever he approaches.

Elita is also worried, for both her best working boys.

Jazz is worried for Orion and confined in Dee.

This just solidifies his need to pull an Orion and get more information from the Archives.

Imagine his first time getting caught.

"This is the last time Oreon prax- wait who are you?"

"Your new worst fragging nightmare." Before running.

Orion is up on the surface. He just picks a direction and just goes. He's walking for weeks with breaks to refuel and inseminate Dee's transfluid.

And by some miracle the high guard find him.

[hunters-vigil]

The Archon's Baby - Chapter 20 - Chuychu

First Chapter Previous Chapter

Warnings: pregnant!reader, mentions of blood and injuries, traumatic experiences during war, loss of limb, almost death of a character, impending death of a major character (Mavuika), discussion of fatal wounds, mentions a deceased character (Atea), sisters arguing, lore drops, spoilers for AQ Chapter 5 Act 4. Probably medical inaccuracies too.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu.

"How did we…" you whispered, checking over Chuychu for any other injuries, then yourself, but even the bloody parts of your clothes held no injuries under them.

"Whatever that was, it landed right infront of us. I grabbed you, but we fell off the cliff, we were falling, then it was cold. We crashed into the iktomisaur jumping up to catch the baby, and there was something warm, a shield protected us all… it lasted long enough for us to land on the ground safely. The saurians outside… they moved us here, gave me time to figure out how to use this thing…" Chuychu began to wince, revealing the vision that she had been hiding.

"You healed us? What, what about your foot, is that you too?" your eyes widened, but Chuychu's eyes were fluttering shut, "Chuychu! Stay awake! You can't die, the ode to resurrection isn't protecting everyone yet! Please! I can't lose you! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you began to panic, letting out a cry as you pushed yourself up, trying to perform CPR on your older sister. She wasn't breathing…

A bright orange glow lighting up the sky caught your attention, pressing down on Chuychu's chest rhymically as your gaze spotted the new sun. Mavuika… the six heroes had gathered. She was using the power of the Shade of Death.

"Chuychu, I'm already losing the mother of my babies, I can't lose my big sisters too, we don't even know where Chasca is, so you have to live, damnit!" You cried, keeping going despite the ache in your arms, until Chuychu jerked awake with a gasp.

"What- just happened?" Chuychu coughed, the dizziness from the blood loss gone as she sat up in shock.

"The ode of resurrection protects all life until the war is over. Using the power of the Shade, the God of Death to defeat the abyss, the cost is death, Mavuika's death…" you quietly explained, beginning to tremble as your palms lingered on your bump.

"Mavuika's going to die after the war?" Chuychu's voice was quiet, her eyes going from your face to your hands over your bump, the cold feeling running over her washed over by elemental energy flooding from you.

"Kiddo… you've known this all along, haven't you? This is why you didn't want to leave her. Because she'd be leaving you one day… that's so-"

"Natlan had a year before it's entire destruction, she kept saying, if it was her life, or the life of our babies, she'd make sure there was a safe and peaceful Natlan for them to be born in. Even though she wouldn't get to see it, or see them…" you replied, before your eyes widened, looking around, towards the iktomisaurs who cooed back at you, "are we even safe here?"

The fireball flying from the glowing orange figure in the sky answered your question, burning every abyssal creature that had been anywhere near your shelter.

"Uh… was that Mavuika?" Chuychu blinked in confusion, as you craned your neck, spoting something purple approaching, as the saurians around you prepared to attack.

"Whoah, stand down- it's Ororon!" you called out, wincing as you ended up unable to stand up, while Chuychu grimaced, checking over her leg… the ode of resurrection healed the nasty amputation site, much to her confusion. The ode healed the fatal wound only, in this case, Chuychu's missing foot due to the blood loss caused despite the tourniquet, leaving her vision to try heal the rest when she could. But she was still drowsy from blood loss, overuse of elemental power, and had certainly looked better before…

"Archon! Chasca! Granny! You won't believe who I've found, they're alive and safe! And they have saurians with them too!" Ororon seemed to speak to the air, leaving you and your sister to exchange confused looks.

"Uhh? I know he's your childhood friend but, you know that's odd, right? Maybe it's the blood loss…" Chuychu whispered, but she was cut off as Ororon spoke again, looking at the iktomisaurs before looking at you and Chuychu.

"Everyone is relieved you three are alive- although, Chuychu, you're covered in blood and… missing a limb?" Ororon made the mistake of saying that aloud, the telepathic connection between him, the other chosen heroes, Mavuika, Kachina, Citlali, the Traveller and Paimon went quiet for a moment before chaos errupted, overwhelming his ears. Chasca demanding to know what limb, why her sister was covered in blood… were you both okay? How was the baby-

"And somehow hid a vision from us all…" You huffed, raising an eyebrow at your older sister. Neither of you could hear what the others were saying, leaving Ororon to focus and translate.

"Oh please, you hid that you're having twins! Twins! That's double the babies that Mavuika-"

"For the love- don't finish that sentence, please!" you cut her off, your face going red as Ororon kept quiet, listening to the discourse over the connection as he accidentally echoed what you and Chuychu were squabbling about. Turns out, based on everyone's gasps, only Mavuika knew it was twins, and only a few knew you were pregnant in general… let alone that they were Mavuika's babies.

"Mavuika would like you two escorted back to the stadium." Ororon finally spoke, but you only shook your head, grimacing as it throbbed.

"Neither of us can walk anywhere…" you replied, letting out a sigh as Chuychu huffed, folding her arms.

"You know, you need to stop swearing, you're fifteen weeks, they'll be starting to hear you. Also, I see what Chasca meant, you really look pyro infused. You can almost make out each of them in there…" Chuychu spotted your glare, prompting her to look away after having unfolded her arms to point dazily at your bump. You were quick to gently smack her hands away, not comfortable with the prospect of Chuychu being able to see that much detail of your body with elemental sight.

"Ororon, head to the stadium and defend the flame. We'll be safe here… we've got three feet between us, a broken weapon- sorry Xilonen, some protective saurians, and a vision that Chuychu is still learning to use, since this one was Atea's and it's… uh?" you removed the greyed-out vision from your pocket, half expecting it to be gone, but it wasn't the only vision you pulled from your pocket. Instead, a second pyro vision, glowing bright red, was present there.

"Um, Chasca would like to know what 'uh?' means." Ororon pointed out, as you showed him what was in your hands, "oh, I see, that's what 'uh?' means. Congratulations. Sorry, I have to go now!"

"Ororon, listen to granny, don't stop for any vegetables or aphids, they'll be fine." You called out as he ran off, waving to you as you huffed, hearing him mutter what you just told him to himself.

"That girl has always had a good head on her shoulders…" Citlali remarked, hearing Mavuika chuckle, while Chasca rolled her eyes.

"I know." The Pyro Archon smiled, relieved that you were all safe… now her final tasks were approaching.

Her warriors were returning to the stadium, with the Traveller defending the front gate against the incoming abyss. Natlan would soon be safe for your twins, for you, for everyone…

Charging up to harness Ronova's power to its fullest, Mavuika glared at the abyssal source in the sky. It almost took you from her… it almost destroyed the nation she pledged her life to protect. Her hair glowed brightly as she yelled, throwing a flaming punch towards the abyssal source, scattering it, wiping it out of existence, but the power kept going, and the sky reacted.

Your eyes widened in terror, Chuychu frowning at the haunted look on your face as her hand rested on your shoulder, trying to stir you from your thoughts. Your heart racing wasn't a good sign, the stress was already too much, but this new discovery really took the cake.

"The sky… it's fake, the sky is fake. It cracked apart like an eggshell." you whispered as the blocky red hole was covered up again, the sky returning to its usual blue tone, and the sun glowing again, as Mavuika returned to the ground of the stadium, panting.

They'd won…

[littlestarbigsky]

sooooo @broareweabouttoviberightnow made this post and the soda bit has quite literally has been eating me alive for the last few days…

so here is a 5 + 1 for soda and the stars🥹 also threw in some stevepop bc i miss writing them tbh (and a song bc that’s the energy i was getting while i wrote it ;)

“look at those stars, baby, look how they’re shining for you.”

not for the first time, mama was holding soda in a blanket on their front porch in the cool night air to try to get his breathing under control. ponyboy had finally moved out of the nursery and into soda’s room, but not without its challenges. pony may very well have been a walking petri dish of germs, because the moment he set foot in preschool, everyone in their home was suddenly getting sick.

soda had the worst time of it, though, his little lungs not able to fight off the infection as easily as the rest of them had. all this added up to mama holding him tight to her while he breathed in the cold fresh air, a blanket thrown over him to keep the chill in the air at bay.

“for me?” he wheezed out and she hushed him gently.

“yeah, they know to twinkle extra bright for you,” she rubbed his back gently, pressing a kiss to his messy hair. “you know they make shapes, right?”

he looked up at her curiously, and she looked pointedly at the sky above them. soda gazed up at the stars, his cheek pressed to mama’s chest.

“you see those three stars right in a line? that’s orion’s belt, he was a warrior. and those six that almost make a circle, there’s the gemini twins.”

soda listened for as long as he could before sleep took over and he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, mama’s voice lulling him to sleep, his breath finally coming in deep sighs.

she pressed a kiss to his forehead, carrying him back to her bedroom. she knew he was getting older, there were only so many more times she could hold her sleeping baby in her arms, she was going to hold onto it for as long as she could.

“you know, you can crash on our couch,” soda laughed, throwing a hoodie at steve as he walked across the lot.

steve looked over at him for a moment before rolling his eyes and answering, “don’t wanna keep buggin’ your folks, they already see plenty of me ‘n two-bit.”

soda smiled as he sat down next to steve , throwing a blanket over their legs and settling into steve’s side as he pulled on the sweatshirt.

“you know mama wouldn’t mind, she could win a custody battle over that asshole if she tried,” soda joked, nosing steve’s cheek. “you say the word and we’d be brothers.”

“yeah, well,” steve turned his head and smiled. “shame it’s against the law bein’ in love with your brother, or somethin’ like that, adopted or not.”

steve pressed a chaste kiss to soda’s lips, and when they pulled apart, steve gave a huge yawn, and soda could only giggle. he hooked an arm around soda’s shoulders and laid down in the soft grass, gazing up at the sky with their heads close together.

steve glanced over and watched soda’s eyes for a few minutes, mentally going through all of the constellations.

“can you tell me about them again?” steve asked quietly. when soda looked over curiously, he amended, “the stars?”

he scooted over a little bit so that their sides were flush against each other, opposite hands behind their heads to prop themselves up.

soda pointed up, “you see those four that make the big square?”

“yeah, is that the big dipper?”

soda giggled quietly, “not quite, it’s the body of pegasus. and the big v shape next to it is pisces. and if you look up a little, aries is right there, too.”

steve listened for as long as he could before he couldn’t keep his eyes open. soda only stopped when he heard the soft snores, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. he pressed a kiss to steve’s forehead and pulled the blanket up to their shoulders, ready to drift off with him.

“is that cassiopeia?” pony asked, pointing his fingers up at one of the star clusters.

“that’s libra, kiddo,” soda laughed, tugging the blanket closer around them.

mama and darry had gone on a college visit for the weekend, so daddy loaded up his two younger boys into the truck and took them camping. only on the drive back to tulsa, the truck had given out, so until daddy could get the truck running again, they were stuck on the side of the oklahoma highway. getting bored after about five minutes, soda had grabbed pony and one of the blankets from the back seat and made them a cozy little space in the bed of the truck.

“but what about the shape? i thought we could see her all year round,” pony argued, and soda just tugged him in so he could gesture to a different area of the sky.

“we can, but she’ll be over there this time of year, where the trees are blocking,” soda gently corrected. “we probably would have had a great view of her at the campground.”

soda didn’t mind pony being a little petulant, he knew there were only so many more times soda would be able to do this, when pony would still think it was fun to curl up in the bed of the truck with his brother just to look at the stars. it was almost like he could feel pony growing up, pressed against his side.

“okay, smart guy, what else is up there, then?”

soda smiled and pointed at the sky directly overhead, “right next to libra is scorpius, you see the curve? that’s its tail.”

“and that’s sagittarius next to it, right?” pony perked up.

“yeah, kiddo, that’s right.”

they went back and forth for a little while longer, pony pointing out all the constellations he could remember mama teaching him, and soda filling in the blanks with the rest of them.

“…and there’s cygnus, you see it, pony?” he asked, his voice now a whisper, but pony didn’t answer. “hey, you still with me, kiddo?”

pong still didn’t say anything. soda looked over and felt his heart swell as his eyes landed on pony, who was fast alseep, pulling in deep breaths and looking more at peace than soda had seen him in weeks. he tugged his sleeping brother closer to him under the blanket, his body curled up and content in the crook of soda’s arm.

“rest up, baby,” he pressed a kiss to pony’s temple. “i love you.”

he felt so guilty for needing them, for needing someone to care about him in the way mama curtis always had, but his parents just wouldn’t stop going at it, and he refused to be in the house if one of them was going to kill the other. he wanted someone to hold him close, remind him that he was alive, that that would be enough.

something glass shattered against the wall outside johnny’s bedroom and he grabbed his jacket and sprinted out the door. he didn’t know where he was going or what he was going to do, he just knew he needed out.

he was barely looking where he was going, he probably would have gotten hit by a car if he didn’t run into something very real and very solid halfway across the vacant lot. johnny fell backwards onto the grass, immediately curling into a ball and covering his face with his arms as he braced for someone to knock him out or at least black one of his eyes, but it never came.

“johnnycake?” he knew that voice…

“s-soda?” he stuttered, his voice much more shaky than he had expected.

“yeah,” soda’s voice was closer now. “where were you running to, kid? it’s so late…”

johnny tried to answer, he really did, but his breath caught in his throat and he swore he could feel his heart about to jackknife out of his chest. stars were dancing in his field of vision, he couldn’t get himself under control and… was he crying?

“hey, hey, hey,” soda must have only been a few inches from him, johnny could feel his body heat radiating, but his voice seemed far away and fuzzy. “can you take a breath for me, johnnykid? just one, in and out, that’s all you’ve gotta do.”

he did what he could, he heaved in as much of a breath as he could manage. he could feel soda wrapping himself around his shaking body. they were only a few months apart in age, but it seemed like soda was twice the size of him. usually he’d be insecure about it, but with soda, it was hard to mind things like that.

he coached johnny through a few more breaths, each coming easier than the last. he seemed to understand that johnny didn’t want to talk about what happened, so instead he asked, “can i show you something? you’ve just gotta lay down for me.”

johnny nodded silently and soda maneuvered them so johnny’s head was rested in his crossed legs, one hand on his chest to keep a tab on his breathing and the other carding gently through johnny’s half-greased curls.

“you see those stars that are kinda shaped like a coat hanger?”

johnny thought he was ready to speak, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out, so he simply nodded. he could feel the tension in his shoulders ebbing, soda had always been good at keeping his head on straight when johnny needed him.

“that’s leo the lion, he’s my favorite. and if you look over by those mountains, you can see a bit of the big dipper.”

“soda, we need to stay inside! they might find something!”

soda was trying to drag darry out the front door and onto the lawn, which darry was loudly protesting. it was the first time in years that they would be able to see a meteor shower from their house, and soda wasn’t about to miss it, and he didn’t want darry to, either.

“then only close the screen door so you can hear the phone, you’re gonna miss it!” he whisper-shouted, dragging his brother across the grass and flopping down on the blanket he’d laid out.

darry stared at soda on the ground from where he was standing, “soda, i swear to god, pony’s god only knows where with johnny, and you want me to look at the stars? are you serious?”

“it’s not just the stars, darry! it’s a meteor shower!” soda propped himself up on his elbows indignantly. “and staring at the phone isn’t gonna make it ring, we’ll know what’s happening the minute they find him.”

“yeah, like the fuzz are dying to call us,” darry rolled his eyes, his hands on his hips. soda almost had to laugh at how much he reminded him of their mama.

“i’m not talking about the fuzz,” soda motioned for him to sit down again. “you know dally or tim shepard will know about it the second they haul those two in.”

darry sighed heavily and sat down. soda moved behind him and without preamble, started rubbing darry’s shoulders and back. he seemed to be holding all of the tension and stress of the past week in his neck and shoulders, but soda could feel him relaxing the littlest bit.

“what are we watching again?” darry bent his head back to look at soda.

soda cracked a smile, his first in days, “look over, straight up from steve’s house, there’s gonna be a meteor shower there any second now.”

darry relaxed back onto his elbows as light began to rain in the sky a million miles away, and soda fell backwards to lay down on the blanket, finally some calm in the worst week of their lives. it was all still there, all that pain and fear, but it could sit to the side for a few minutes.

“i told him about it,” soda whispered. “the meteor shower. wherever he is, if he can figure out where north is, he might just be watching it, too.”

darry have a small chuckle, “that idiot doesn’t have a clue where north is.”

“i ran out today, pony and darry were going at it again and… i don’t know. i just couldn’t take it anymore. i think we finally heard each other, though, they don’t wanna fight anymore at least, so that’s gotta be something. i guess its just all been hard and scary since the court settled. pony’s all broken up about what happened, and i guess we all are, but he’s just having such a hard time. he’ll get through it, he’s a lot stronger than me and darry.”

soda pulled the blanket around his shoulders a little tighter, easing himself back and forth gently in the rocking chair on the front porch.

“but i think that’s about everything…” he said quietly. “i hope johnny and dally are keeping you and daddy company up there. we miss y’all somethin’ awful down here, but i bet it’s real nice up there in the stars.”

“soda!” darry called from inside the house. “you’ve got work in the morning, you gotta get to bed!”

soda pulled in a deep breath and pushed himself off the chair and began to head inside, pausing for a moment to steal one more glance at the night sky.

“i love you, mama, thanks for shinin’ so bright for me.”

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Peach VI

Peach V | Peach VII

Summary: Steven Grant Rogers is a mob boss trying to get clean. It’s definitely because he’s in love. With you. He's got you on his turf in NYC. You two FINALLY admit your feelings for one another and seal the deal. But how far are you willing to go for this love?

Pairing: Art Dealer/Artist/Philanthopist (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Reader (Peach)

A/N: This is it! I hope the smut is up to par. When I tell you I’ve agonized about this. But thank you to all who were in my inbox and dms giving me encouragement this week. Love you bunches! ❤️

This fic is connected to the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down AU, and DIRECTLY AFTER the events in Peach V. Your interaction keeps me writing, so let me know if you like it by commenting and reblogging.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Angst. Slow burn, Mutual pining, idiots in love, eye fucking, Steve Rogers is an artist, y'all!, sending (almost) nudes, phone sex, possessive Steve, references to shibari, mutual masturbation, pining, references to sex in a car, the "L" word, oral (f recieving), fingering, overstimulation, nipple play, size kink, pleasurable pain with sex, definite breeding kink, raw p in v, Lil bit of Dom Steve if you squint, references to murder. Something big may or may not happen after the last line.

Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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Steve Rogers left you in your hotel room, a quivering, emotional, mess.

He’d made you cum, hard, but you felt that he was holding back, that if you’d told him how you felt it would have been so much better.

Or maybe that was all in your mind. Steven Grant Rogers was on your mind since you met him as Grant Stevens in Atlanta.

A lot happened in a short amount of time that caused you to deny your feelings for him. And now you were no longer trying to keep him out. 

He was definitely a distraction, but now you couldn’t deny your feelings for him any longer. You just needed to be a woman about it and tell him.

What’s the worst that could happen? You weren’t going to marry the guy, you just want to explore these mutual feelings. It shouldn’t be complicated.

Right?

You still had the rest of the week in New York to stress out about it, so that was a plus. The afternoon was ahead of you and the next day was the Summitt.

After that, you had your one on one with Steve.

Bucky told you about Steve being an artist himself during your meeting with him. So, for your meeting with Steve, you requested that you see some of his artwork, and he agreed.

You were curious to see what he could create, and you were anxious and turned on at the thought of him as a creator.

You were so into Steve Rogers.

And you didn’t know what you were going to do about that.

—--

Steve had to stop himself from going back up to your room three times after he left. He finally exited the hotel and stalked down the street back to the Rebirth building to his car and pulled out his phone, dialing Bucky and pulling out of the garage.

He needed a drive and a little alone time to clear his head and come down from you, but he also needed his friend’s help.

“Wassssaaaap! Did you get the–”

Steve cut Bucky off.

“Remember that shopping trip we took a few weeks ago? For the ring?”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. Meet me on 47th street.”

—-

That afternoon, you just kept your distance from Sharon and ignored her, focusing on the task at hand and all business. You didn’t want to waste energy on her.

Your energy was spent on thinking about Steve and wondering if he was thinking of you too. You wanted to text him, but you were chilling. You didn’t want to seem to eager.

You were successful in your self control until 11 pm as you tossed and turned in your hotel king bed. Doubts, but mostly need and desire, coursed through you. 

You were going to find out exactly what Steve was doing right now and who he might be with. You shook your head at how much you cared; it was definitely not something you regularly did. You weren’t used to feening for someone.

You were choosing violence as you posed on the bed in front of the mirror. You sat on the bed, crossed your legs and snapped a picture.

You weren’t naked, but your panties were skin tone and your sleep bra was sheer and you were feeling needy.

Before you thought too hard, you sent it to Steve, then jumped in bed and pulled the covers over your head with that feeling of dread and panic when you don’t know if you’ve done something supremely reckless or not.

—

Steve was ready for the Summit, but he couldn’t stop thinking of you. Sleep was elusive, so he was self medicating, sketching your body from memory of mostly touch.

His phone vibrated and he almost didn’t pick it up, but when he saw your name, his heart sped up.

He clicked through to your message and his heart started hammering in his chest. 

Sorry, wrong thread.

The picture you sent along threatened to give him a heart attack. He zoomed in a couple of times and then read the message again. What the fuck?

——-

In less than a minute your phone was ringing. You picked up immediately.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Peach.”

Steve’s growl got you wet, but you instantly regretted your horny decisions.

“It was a mistake.”

“It absofuckinlutely was. You’re joking about it being the wrong thread, right? That is mine, correct?”

You shivered at his double meaning and at his possessiveness.

“Yes, Mr. Rogers.”

Your voice was needy and that awakened a hunger in Steve. He was beyond frustrated that he wasn’t there to spank your ass raw, but he remained quiet.

You sensed his mood.

“If I were there, I’d make it up to you…”

You were testing the waters, experimenting to see if he would give you what you wanted despite his annoyance.

If he would give you what you needed.

“What would you do?” 

Steve’s baritone was silk in your ear.

“What?” 

You suddenly found that you couldn’t breathe.

“What would you do if you were here?”

“I’d kiss you,” you rushed out in a whisper.

Steve paused, letting your sentence hang in the air.

“And?” 

There was an edge to the question. 

“And… My lips. All over you.” 

Fuck, he was hard. Just a few words in your husky voice, and Steve delirious, imagining his hands in your hair as you kissed him.

“Where?” he asked mercilessly, his voice broken with lust.

“Everywhere…your face, your neck, your nipples, your abs. Your cock.” 

You were definitely not a virgin, but you were blushing through the phone although your hand was rubbing the skin at the edge of your underwear.

“Want you in my throat.” 

Steve had to concentrate to stay hard. 

“Oh? What if I want more than that?” 

“You can have whatever you want...” 

A sense of power flooded Steve’s body, both heady and intoxicating at your admission.

“You should be very careful when you make that offer, Peach,” he said softly. 

“I trust you.” 

Holy fuck. Why did that mean everything to him?  He cleared his throat.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

“Okay.” 

You complied so readily, it made Steve even harder.

Your clit was so hard as you circled it.

“Are you wet, Sweetheart?” 

You moaned and Steve reached into his sweats and curled his fingers around his aching cock.

“My pussy is so messy for you, Mr. Rogers,” you whispered, thrilled and afraid of how much you wanted him. 

Steve rolled his eyes as his cocked jerked for you.

“Such a good little slut.” 

“Fuck…” 

You realized the breath you’d been holding as you listened for his voice.

“Your pussy is so beautiful Peach. And god, you taste so good. Just like a sweet peach.”

Steve knew he had you in the palm of his hand. But fuck, you had him in yours too. 

“But your cunt is so tiny. I’m gonna needs to get you ready for me, Baby.”

“Is it going to hurt me?” you whined. 

Steve was about to explode at your little innocent voice asking the most nasty question.

“Yes, Peach. It is,” he growled as your anticipation reached 100.

Your breath sped up and so did your fingers. Steve grunted, his fist moving faster, thumb swiping the copious dribbles of precum dripping from his slit.

He should have known it was over as soon as he opened your message.

Hot sex was happening.

Electronically.

As the coil in your belly wind tighter, you realized with both joy and dismay that you were addicted.

“Steve, “m so close…” 

“Of course you are.” 

Steve soaked up your cute little sex sounds, thirsty for more. 

“You know what I’m thinking about, Doll?” 

A shaky breath was your only response. Steve continued.

“I think I want to tie you up. Silk ropes all over you, pretty little knots. I’d tie your arms behind your back, so those tits would sit up pretty for me to slap, lick and suck. That ass would be tied up so sweet and open so I could eat it.”

Your eyes rolled at the sensations his words and your fingers were sending to your clit. 

“I’d fuck your throat and cum all over that soft, sweet body. Over and over, while I tease your greedy little cunt. I want to see it drip down your delicious nipples, your belly, your hungry pussy, your pretty face. I need to see all of you covered in my cum. Everywhere, marking you as mine…Mine.” 

You gasped, and then moaned and your entire body tightened up then released.

Your mouth hinged open as you came. 

“Mine,” Steve hissed, tightening the knots around you both and jerking his cock until cum spurted out. He listened to your breathing and knew that you’d just cum as well. 

Suddenly, he missed you.

“You good, Peach?”

You hesitated.You heard the yearning in his voice and you wanted to be in his arms, but you lied to him anyway.

“Yeah.”

Steve smiled at you. He shook his head even though you couldn’t see.

“Sweet dreams. See you tomorrow.”

“Night Steve.”

—---

You needed a distraction.

Steve looked so delicious this morning, sitting on stage and serving art intellectual in a dark turtleneck and brown corduroy suit. A suit that was tailored to the detriment of everyone who looked at him. 

Holy shit.

This man was wearing a corduroy suit and he made it look damn good.  

And he made you feral.

You decided to give your cousin a hard time to prevent yourself from becoming a simp.

“You look like that damn heart eyes emoji, ya know.”

She didn’t look at you as you yanked her chain. She just continued to follow Bucky’s every move and lit up when he glanced her way. She was gone, girl.

You teased her some more until you saw Steve. You sighed and gazed at him, straightening your spine as you remembered how he made you cum twice yesterday. And he’d hardly touched you. 

As if sensing your gaze, Steve’s head turned. Those mesmerizing blue eyes locked with yours, and the rest of the world disappeared in an instant. For a moment, you were frozen. Pinned in your seat by his magnetism.

This feeling was so heady.

When you realized you’d been caught staring Steve down, you tried to change the unspoken subject.

“Bucky is pretty much the man.”

“Fucking-A.” 

Her chuckle was all-knowing. Then she read you.

“Steve is the shit too.”

You couldn’t front anymore.

“He’s amazing. I had no idea about everything that he does. Have to say, I’m impressed.”

She was speechless and so were you. You both continued enjoying the forum when your phone buzzed.

You look beautiful today. You’re my favorite thing to study. Can’t wait for today’s art experience. Meet me at the Laguardia Place entrance immediately after the talk. Sunlight is precious.

You were his favorite thing to study!

You waited on the edge of your seat until the end of the summit. Then you were up and walking out toward the entrance post haste.

The hair on the back of your neck raised when you saw Steve watching you from the door of Rosenthal Pavilion.

His smile when you made eye contact knocked the breath out of your lungs.

In that moment, you realized that you were in love with Steven Grant Rogers. 

Holy hell.

His deep voice greeted you as you arrived.

“I’m anxious to get started.”

Steve searched your face and found a different look from the partially closed off expression you’d showed him since Thanksgiving.

Your face was open and trusting. His heart did a funny thing in his chest. It was almost too good to be true.

Could you love him, too?

He tempered his mood with sensible words, filling the space that he wanted to fill with romantic declarations.

“I’m going to take you to my favorite artistic landmark in the city. I’ve loved it since I was a boy.”

You smiled up at him and took his hand.

“Let’s not waste any more time.”

—--

The driver that was taking you and Steve to your meeting place was the same one who picked you up from the airport. The one that your cousin knew so well. 

You stared at the back of his head and then glanced over at Steve. He raised his eyebrow at you because of the look on your face. You grinned back, then leaned forward to tap the driver on the shoulder.

“So… Nico…” 

Your eyes cut over to Steve with a mischievous look. His heart beat out of his chest at the joy you were serving him along with your chaos. 

“You ever drive my cousin and Bucky around the city?”

Nico stole a look at you and smiled.

“Yes ma’am. All the time.”

“Do they ever do the nasty back here…?”

Nico laughed heartily as Steve shook his head.

“Peach…”

You shushed Steve.

“Hush, I’m trying to get the dirt. Now Nico, tell the truth…”

Steve sat back and listened to your unhinged behavior on the drive over to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. Your spirit and your laugh made him warm inside, despite the cold day.

—-

Nico stopped the car at the Washington Avenue entrance to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Steve got out, shouldered his backpack, and then reached for your gloved hand with his own.

For some reason, you felt like a princess as you stepped on the path. The air was crisp, and there were traces of snow lingering on the ground.

You came out of the car chattering and laughing, making Steve’s heart light.

“I know Nico wouldn’t crack, but I could tell from the way he went red. Those whores….”

“Literal Freaks,” replied Steve. “Bunny is an appropriate nickname for him, because he and your cousin…” 

Steve shook his head and rolled his eyes, although he fantasized about christening the backseat of the Lincoln for you and him.

The wrought-iron gate creaked softly behind you as you entered the Garden, and you looked around in wonder as the gravel path crunched beneath your boots. A magnificent metal and glass structure was in front of you.

“This is the Steinhardt Conservatory. Wait until you see the inside.”

Steve smiled and took your hand as you stepped through the glass doors into sudden warmth shaking your head at him. 

There was a heavy scent of flowers and a haze of the waning rays of sunlight beaming through the glass panels overhead. It gave everything golden highlights, including you and Steve. 

You squeezed his hand as you looked around in awe. 

“Beautiful,” you murmured.

And then you noticed that he was looking at you. 

“Yes…”

You grew warm as you looked into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“It’s like a completely different world in here.”

“It’s our world for the moment. Just you and me.”

He wanted to add the word Forever, but he didn’t. You felt it though.

You started on an indoor path and Steve pointed out the unique flowers and plants in his warm baritone. You were impressed, again, with how much he knew.

Steve Rogers was not a stereotypical mobster. This was a man who followed a path in life that landed him where he didn’t want to be and was trying to make up for it. 

As he spoke, Steve drew you into his enthusiasm, and you found yourself smiling and relaxing, asking questions and marveling at the vast indoor space. 

When you came to a small alcove furnished with a wooden bench and beneath a sprawling magnolia tree, Steve stopped and took his backpack off his shoulder, and then taking off his coat and draping it over the bench as you did the same.

"Please, sit." 

His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the subtle command.

You hesitated. 

"Why?"

"So I can sketch you."

Your stomach did an odd little flip. 

"Here? Now? I wanted to see your sketches, not be your sketches."

You performed on stage in front of hundreds with barely no clothes on and you were so nervous to let Steve Rogers sketch you with winter layers of clothes on. What was wrong with you?

Steve raised his eyebrow and his gaze swept up your body slowly, making you shiver. Clothes couldn’t stop the intimacy of that look.

“Too late for that.”

You raised your eyebrow at him and you felt irrationally happy. Steve had drawn you.

“Do you not trust me?”

You regarded him, guardian your reaction because you didn’t want to seem too eager.

“I do Steve. I trust you.”

It was true.

Steve smiled. 

“Then please, sit down.”

You gave in with a sigh and lowered yourself onto the bench. 

"Fine," you muttered. "But no weird artistic liberties. I better have a nose."

Steve chuckled, flipping open the sketchbook. 

"I make no promises."

You watched as he proceeded to balance the sketchbook against his bended knee. Then he looked at you seriously, holding your gaze for a moment before his attention returned to the page, and his pencil began gliding effortlessly across the paper. 

His thick fingers were surprisingly agile, moving with long, sure strokes. But then again, you shouldn’t have been surprised, with the way his fingers had previously made you feel…

For a few moments, the only sound was the soft scratch of his pencil against paper. 

You attempted to sit still, staring at the plants around you. You also tried to pretend that you weren’t aware of the way he studied you with that relentless focus, switching his gaze between you and the sketchbook.

After a few minutes, Steve made a soft noise, something between a hum and a chuckle.

“What?” you asked, turning your head and narrowing your eyes at him.

“Nothing.” 

He didn’t look up. But he spoke.

“It’s just... you’re trying so hard not to move, but you’re fidgeting anyway.”

You caught the hint of humor in his tone and it made you a little too happy again, so you decided to cause problems. 

"Well, maybe if you didn’t look at me like that.”

"Like what?" 

His lips curled into a knowing smirk, looking up at you quickly, then back down.

You fidgeted again.

"You know…"

Steve chuckled, deep and low and shook his head.

"Oh. Am I ‘sparkling my eyes at you again?’”

You scowled at him and he laughed.

“I'm an artist, Peach. I study form." 

His eyes traced up and down your body, lighting you on fire again.

You clenched your thighs together to fight the flow of arousal threatening your thighs. This was dangerous. Steve was dangerous.

"You're insufferable, Steven."

“Well, can you suffer on a little longer, so I can capture more detail?”

You cocked your head in that adorable way.

“What details do you need?”

“I need…” 

Steve looked at you like he needed all of you. 

And he did. 

“I want to capture the way your nose crinkles when you're annoyed, or how you're gripping the bench like you're about to get up and run.”

You unclenched your hands and sat back.

“You’re making me nervous.”

He tapped his pencil against the sketchbook. Then he looked down again to continue drawing.

"Interesting."

"What is?"

He licked those red lips of his and your eyes tracked the movement.

"The fact that I make you nervous."

The way he was looking at you made butterflies riot in your stomach. That special electricity was buzzing around you both. 

Suddenly, his pencil stopped. Then, without warning, he reached out, brushing his fingers beneath your chin, tilting your face slightly.

You stiffened.

"Hold still," he murmured. 

His thumb ghosted over the curve of your jaw and settled at the edge of your throat.

Your breath hitched.

Steve’s eyes were dark now and his voice was softer when he spoke again, but there was an edge to it now, hinting at something rough beneath the surface.

“You always do this?” he asked.

“Do what?”

“React like this when someone touches you.”

You pursed your lips together and shook your head. 

Just you.

"You’re doing it again," he mused as he stroked the side of your throat with his thumb.

"What, Mr. Rogers?"

You were about to combust. He clenched his jaw and increased the pressure of his fingers on your neck.

"Fighting it."

"I- I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"You do," he intoned, his voice stern.

"Don’t hide from me, Peach." 

Your pulse beat beneath his fingertips.

"You think I don’t notice how you react to me?" 

Steve’s hand grasped your throat, pressing more firmly before he let go.

"Hold. Still," he murmured, those blue, blue eyes stormy.

His fingers tilted your face up with authority now. You froze for a moment as his thumb came up to pull your chin down to open your mouth.

“Breathe.”

He slowly pulled his hand away and you had to stop yourself from chasing his touch. 

Steve clenched his jaw, trying to restrain himself. If he had to guess, you were wet and ready for him to do whatever he wanted to you right now. But he willed himself to be patient. 

He picked up his pencil again, rolling it between his fingers, like nothing had happened. 

"Good girl," he offered to the page as he returned to his sketch.

Steve knew what he was doing. Knew exactly how much he affected you. You waited impatiently, clenching your thighs together desperately as his pencil continued to scratch on the paper. 

"Done," he said, as he lifted the sketchbook toward you.

You gasped as you looked at the page. 

The drawing was stunning. Steve had captured you with uncanny accuracy, from the curve of your parted lips to the shading of the different colors in your eyes. The hollow of your throat seemed to pulse, and you could almost see the indentations of his fingers. 

The portrait was beautiful. And it told you everything you needed to know about how he felt.

“This is… how can I thank you?”

Steve’s heart flipped in his chest as he reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you toward him on the bench.

"Steve…"

His eyes went to your mouth.

"Say that again," he murmured, barely above a whisper.

Your whole body was burning, but you stayed quiet. You were paralyzed with the possibilities.

"No? Too shy now?"

His voice made you impossibly wet. If you gave in, you were about to get everything you didn’t know that you wanted. And that scared you.

You let out a shaky breath. 

"Steve."

Something flickered behind his eyes. Something hot.

“Have I told you that I love the way you say my name?”

His hand came up again against your side, slowly, more deliberate. His fingers moved over the curve of your side, and slid against your breast, his thumb ghosting over your nipple.

He continued, tracing over your cleavage and finally landing against your throat again, pressing against your pulse and driving you crazy.

"You're shaking," he murmured, voice low, thick with need.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he leaned in and gave you a kiss against your throat. And he lingered, lips warm against your skin, before pulling back just enough to smile against your skin.

Your whimper told him so much. 

"You act so tough, but you’re so easy to ruin."

You raised your arms and pulled him close, fingers playing at the nape clutching the hair spilling over his collar.

“You made me this way, Steve. And I don’t want you to stop.”

His now dark blue eyes searched yours as his fingers tightened on your waist. 

“What does that mean, Peach?”

He’d pulled you closer, his eyes on your face as he waited for your answer. The anticipation was so much. He huffed and then dove into the curve of your neck, inhaling and tasting you there, as if he couldn’t help himself. His large hands palmed your breasts, pressing your nipples insistently.

“Oh…my….Steve!”

You squirmed in his grip.

“I asked you a question. Do I need to stop touching you so you can answer?”

“Please, no, Steve. Need you...”

You were the queen of changing the subject.

“Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

His lips were on the curve of your jaw, so close to your lips. You whined. He cocked his eyebrow, the question not so silent.

You huffed, making your decision to go for it as your hands came to the side of his face so that he knew your intentionality. You wanted to look into his eyes when you said it.

“Moment of honesty? I want you Steve. I feel…I want to be yours. Really been yours since you put your hands on me in Atlanta. I can’t categorize or control this feeling. So I’m giving in. Are you ready for the chaos that is me being yours?”

Steve’s eyes lit up and he reached for you, pulling you into his lap as his lips crashed into yours. His hands were everywhere. He tugged you closer as he kissed you and both hands came down to grab your ass and pull you onto his erection. His desire for you was apparent.

When you broke apart, you chased his lips and then kissed him again, greedy.

“I’ve been ready. Been yours for a while, now Peach. Since the day I saw you…”

His voice was gentle and he was looking at you like you were fine porcelain. You felt so safe in his arms. He pulled back to look you in the eye.

“And this feeling? This is exactly how it should feel when it's meant to be.”

He kissed you again and his mouth took possession of yours in a way that was tender, yet full of promise. 

“I gotta let you know that if you’re mine, I’m gonna give you what you need. When you need it. Do you want that? Do you trust me with that?”

This was the important question.

“Yes, please. I want that, Mr. Rogers, sir. And I trust you.” 

"That’s so fucking hot… but I’m trying to behave. Even though I reserved the pavilion just for us, we’re still in a public place,” he murmured. 

His voice was calm, controlled. But those sea blue eyes told a different story.

"You call this behaving?"

You rolled your hips against his cock. Steve kissed you again and let out a sexy chuckle, then stood you both up, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"If I wasn’t," he murmured, "you’d already be begging me for more." 

You linked your arms around his neck and looked up at him as the cutest woman on earth.

“What if I don’t want you to behave? Like you said, you have the pavilion reserved. You can bend me over the bench and fuck me raw. Right here.”

Steve’s pupils took over his eyes and his jaw clenched. Your stomach dropped as he looked as if he was about to do just as you suggested. But he took a deep breath and smiled.

“We’ll explore that kink later. Our first time needs to be in private.”

Steve reached for your coat and helped you with it before putting his own on and gathering his things. He took your hand and led you out and across the grounds. He pointed to a familiar building. 

“Your hotel is right there. Or do you want me to call Nico to take us to my place?”

You looked up at Steve as your breath vaporized in the cold air.

“We need my hotel. I’m ready. Right now.”

—--

You were in your room again, not entirely sure how you arrived, the journey through the park hurried and full of anticipation. You weren’t thinking too hard, you just knew you needed Steve. Immediately.

You were pushing his coat and blazer off his body and feeling his chest. The steady thrum of his pulse tapped a staccato in your palm.

“Your heart's beating so fast,” you whispered. 

“You do that to me, Peach.” 

“Really?” you questioned, suddenly unsure of yourself.

“You have no idea how much power you have, do you?” 

“Me?” you asked in a small voice. 

Steve nodded.

“You drive me crazy. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” 

It was confession time.

“It’s you that has the power, Steve. I can't stop thinking about you. Your voice gets me there.” 

You felt tongue tied as you told him your raw feelings, all the while taking off your and his clothes. 

“Sometimes I — I think I'm going to cum just from hearing you speak. Today, at NYU, I could hardly sit still. You're like a drug, pulling all my attention.” 

Steve’s shirt was off now and you were in your bra; he pulled you near him to get his mouth on you.

“When I'm near you, I'm so hard it aches.”

 “Really?” you whispered. “Are you aching right now?” 

Steve groaned as you pulled back to unzip your skirt and take off your boots. He leaned back against the wall and palmed his crotch over his pants. 

“Like you wouldn't believe.” 

Steve couldn’t believe that he had you here like this, giving yourself to him. He had to tell you the truth.

“Look at me, Peach.”

You looked into his eyes.

“I’m In love with you.”

His rough voice pulled an involuntary sound from you. 

“You're mine, Peach You always have been.

Your breath caught in your throat and your heart thudded against yor ribs.

“Oh god, Steve. I- I love you too.”

Your smile blinded him. If he blinked it was because of that. Not that he was going to cry. 

Not at all. 

He laughed as an expression of joy and then your lips met.

The kiss wasn't soft or sweet. This was feral, sharp, and intense. You moaned into his mouth, sucking his bottom lip into yours as he unhooked your bra.

“I fucking want you,” you whimpered into his mouth. 

Steve smiled against your lips.

“Good, cause I fucking need you, my sweet Peach.”

Steve stood, looming over you, all big and fucking magnificent. The vision of him, all lithe muscles covered in smooth skin, and light feathering of hair making its way down his torso, between the defined planes of his abs and into his waistband, was… Good Lord.

You licked your lips, mouth instantly dry. 

Steve’s mouth hooked up on one side as his fingers worked his belt and fly. His pants fell in a matter of seconds, and there he was, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs.

Steve was all thick thighs, and long, powerful legs, his hand slowly stroking himself over the sizable bulge in his underwear. 

You gaped at him. 

Then, he pulled his underwear down, eyes on your face for your reaction. It was classic, your mouth hinged open and your eyes were like saucers. There was no way anyone could be that perfect.

His dick was long and wide, at least eight or nine inches, and curved eloquently (if a dick could do that) against his abs. It was so pretty and your mouth watered for it at the same time your pussy clenched, as you were thinking he was correct. You would struggle to take him.

His smirked deepened as he reached for you and pulled your panties down slowly, his short fingernails scratching your legs and making you shiver.

For a moment he just stared, drinking in the sight of you spread before him

“Fucking sublime,” Steve breathed, the words filled with reverence. 

“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby.” 

He leaned over you and set about doing just that, kissing you deep and filthy, tongue diving to claim every inch of your mouth. You cried out, scratching at his broad shoulders as he suckled and nipped, worshiping your breasts until you were mindless with sensation. 

Steve took his time tracing your torso with his lips, teeth and tongue, learning your body and  paying attention to every sigh of pleasure as he climbed down your body.

The press of his mouth to your pussy made your back arch, and a ragged moan escape your mouth. Steve growled into you, the vibrations running through your soaked cunt.

He parted your pussy lips with his thumbs, and dove to lick your clit with the hot velvet of his tongue. 

Slow, thorough licks made you writhe beneath him. 

“That’s it,” he whispered, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Ride my face, Sweetheart. Fuck my mouth ‘til you cum all over it.” 

You arched like a bow as he latched on to your clit and sucked, two thick fingers thrusting deep to stroke along your inner wall. His practiced fingers found your g-spot and massaged it ruthlessly, curling and scissoring until you sobbed his name.

“Love when you call my name, Peach.”

He looked at you like you were something to be worshipped, and then continued what he was doing. When Steve bit down gently on your clit, your orgasm crashed over you in a burst of white light. 

You shuddered through the aftershocks, trembling as Steve lapped at your folds. Each lick sent a jolt of electricity through you, on the edge of too much. 

Rising to his knees, the thick, heavy length of him rose up again, even more swollen and glistening at the tip. 

Steve notched the thick head of his cock at your entrance and his eyes crossed as he slowly sank into your tight, dripping heat. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

Inch after thick inch, he claimed you, stretched you, with a delicious push/pull of pleasure/pain. His length was one thing, but his girth was everything.

When he bottomed out, you both groaned at the intensity of the connection. He looked you in your eyes as your hearts pounded in sync, your breaths mingling as you got used to his size.

“I’ve never felt so full, Stevie…”

You quivered in his arms. And he knew that he was utterly possessed by you. It was more than just physical; it was an overwhelming sense of rightness. 

“Perfect,” Steve rasped.

“So fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. Like you were made for me.”

He dropped his head and trailed open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, pausing to suck hard at your pulse point. 

“Please,” you whimpered, the ache between your thighs growing unbearable. “Move.”

“As you wish.” he whispered, brows knitted together. 

You whimpered and your hands grasped the sheets as he started to move. He bent and sucked your nipple hard, causing a jolt of electricity through your body. Your brain was cloudy and you scratched his back as your eyes shuttered closed.

“Open your eyes, Peach,” Steve ordered darkly. 

As he looked you in your beautiful eyes, Steve couldn’t hold back any longer. He started increasing his pace until he was fucking you roughly, pushing your knees to your chest. 

“Yes.. feels so good Steve. Oh my godddddd, fuck me!”

Steve’s eyes roamed your body as he did as you asked. Your beautiful breasts bounced. The bed knocked against the wall and you gasped for breath, your face transfixed on the eye contact between you and Steve.

He was lost, one hand gripped your hair, and the other braced on the headboard. He fucked you hard, grinding against your clit with every stroke. 

You were whimpering, on the verge of screaming as you two made noise up and down the hotel hallway.

He leaned up and grasped your throat, gritting his teeth as he asked a question.

“You want me to cum inside you? You trying to have my baby?”

“Unnnnnnghhhh! Maybe….” 

You opened your eyes and pouted up at him.

“Paint my walls, Steve...”

Steve choked on air as he spurted hot cum into your welcoming pussy, but he pulled out, shooting the last jet of cum on your clit and pussy lips. Then, like a heathen, he bent between your thighs and started licking. 

You sobbed, writhing as he devoured you. 

“Need to eat you more than anything, my sweet, sweet Peach. 

“Steve, Stevie… oh my god!” 

You clutched his hair, tugging sharply. It was too much.

“Oh my God. Please Steveeeee!” 

He raised his head, grinning as you fully collapsed, limp and spent. Your pussy was tender, your face flushed, your eyes gleaming. 

You were beautiful.

You looked at him and shook your head as he took you in his arms. 

“Are you mine?” 

“Yes,” you whimpered out. 

“I would die for you, Y/N L/N,” Steve murmured against your temple, panting. He held you tight, carding his fingers in your hair.

“I promise to keep you safe, and give you everything you need, I promise you that.”

“I believe you, Steve. I trust that.”

—

You and Steve stayed up late, ordered room service and talked about a lot of things, music, your parents, his friendship with Bucky, Nat, and Steve, everything.

You laughed and cried, and then settled back in his arms in the dark to sleep, his hand rubbing your hip as his breathing began to slow.

“Steve, can I ask you a question?”

It had been nagging at you for a while.

His sleepy voice answered you.

“Shoot.”

You chuckled.

“That’s just it. Have you ever… have you ever killed someone?”

Steve stirred, pulling you closer to him and moving his mouth next to your ear.

“Hmmmmm. I’d have to marry you before I answered that question.”

Your heart slammed against your chest and your eyes went wide in the dark.

“What?”

You tried to keep your voice even. You didn’t know what this feeling was that came over you. Steve continued, seemingly calm and not spiraling like you were.

“You can’t be compelled to testify against your spouse. It was a joke, Peach.”

You were silent for a good while.

“Oh.”

Steve stirred, leaning up against his elbow.

“Do you… are you saying that you want to get married?”

Steve thought about the ring that he had at his penthouse.

You laughed.

“Nah… what we looking like just up and getting married like that? We hardly know each other.”

“True. But when you know, you know.”

Steve kissed you and the small amount of logic in your brain was rapidly dissipating.

“Would it make us look crazy…?”

You could sense Steve’s smile in the dark.

“…Or would it be so beautiful?” He replied.

Steve wrapped you up in his arms and settled down again. Your mind spun as his breathing slowed to a steady rhythm and you spoke again. 

He was probably asleep, but you had to get it out.

“If you ask me, I’m ready…”

The light switched on and you were staring into the beautiful blue eyes of Steve Rogers.

——

I’m so anxious about this one! Please let me know how you feel? Reblog, comment, like. TIA!

[letupabit]

Just go to sleep!

A/N: Ugh I have wanted to write for these guys for SO LONG! Jung-bae and Dae-ho are so father and son- In my opinion, they're the epitome of 'found family'. This is a bit of a tone change for what I usually write, but honestly? Writing such fluff warmed my cold, dead heart. No regrets!

Summary: Dae-ho has a serious nighttime fidgeting problem. This is a problem for Jung-bae, whose bed just so happens to be right next to his younger friend. After one too many disturbances, he finally takes matters into his own hands.

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‘Attention, players. Lights out in thirty minutes’

Gi-hun and his group looked upwards toward the speakers, their idle conversation interrupted. It was surreal that just a few hours ago they were fighting for their lives, surrounded by blood and violence and panic, and now they were all sitting in a circle chatting away like any other Tuesday.

‘This is so strange, huh? Like we’re all at a sleepover, just like when we were kids. Do you remember those, Gi-hun?’ Gi-hun looked at his childhood friend, Jung-bae, and a soft smile appeared on his face.

‘I remember all the times we’d get chewed out by our mothers because you couldn’t just shut up and go to sleep’ 

Jung-bae chuckled, the fond memories bringing a sense of comfort. 

‘Ahaha, you seem to be forgetting that you’d make me laugh on purpose. I would be the one telling you to go to quieten down, so don’t put all the blame on me!’ Jung-bae slapped his friend on the back as they laughed, thinking back to those simpler times. The rest of the group smiled at this, amused at the story. It was always good for morale to discuss more light-hearted topics, and they started sharing some childhood stories of their own.

Jung-bae’s attention was shifted to Dae-ho, who had stood up and was currently rearranging the covers of his bed in preparation.

‘But hey, I’ll tell you who probably didn’t get many sleepover invites- Dae-ho over there’ He nudged Gi-hun, nodding his head towards the younger marine, who turned around and with an indignant voice, ‘Why? What do you mean by that?’ 

Jung-bae stood up himself, walking over to his own bed- the one directly by Dae-Ho’s. 

‘I’ve slept in this bed here, next to yours’ he gestured down at the unkempt sheets, ‘for the past 3 nights. Every night you toss and turn and keep me up for hours!’ He remarked, earning a chuckle from Dae-ho. 

‘Don’t exaggerate, brother! I sleep like a log- maybe it’s you who’s fidgeting and trying to blame it on me, huh?’ 

‘I hear it too, Dae-ho’ Said Jun-hee affectionately. ‘You can’t keep still!’ 

‘See! It’s not just me. I swear, you haven’t had a normal night’s sleep in your life!’

Dae-ho scoffed and rolled his eyes, sitting down on his now neatly-made bed. 

‘Yeah, yeah. You guys are probably just hearing some other player. There’s hundreds of us here, it’ll be one of them. I was always the first to fall asleep when I was in the marines. That’s how I wake up so full of energy!’ He declared, voice getting louder as he defended himself. 

His team, now starting to disperse to their own sleeping spaces, found this display sweet. The relaxed, unserious bickering gave a sense of normality. Dae-ho and Jung-bae were obviously very close despite only knowing each other for a few days, and it was an admittedly funny sight seeing the younger marine being scolded similar to how a dad would scold his child.

‘Well, just know that if you’re wriggling about tonight, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands’ Jung-bae pointed a finger at his friend, Dae-ho rolling his eyes at what he assumed an empty threat.

The topic changed and for the next twenty minutes, the group chattered casually until the lights-out lullaby sounded over the speakers, the tune childish and misleading, as if the players weren’t going to have to fight for their lives in some kind of death game tomorrow. 

They bid each other goodnight and settled under their covers. The harsh lights of the room shut off, replaced by nothing more than the dim glow of the piggybank. The players couldn’t help but wonder how much more blood money would be added this time tomorrow, should they even be so lucky to survive that long. 

Jung-bae let out a sigh, trying his best to push that thought out his mind and get some much-needed sleep…

The peace was shattered exactly ten minutes later.  

The sounds of rustling sheets, whilst usually would go completely unnoticed, were amplified ten times louder due to the sheer silence of the dorm. There’d be a rustle, and then silence- a rustle, then silence. This continued over and over, and now that he was aware of it, Jung-bae couldn’t focus on anything else.

And it was undeniably coming from Dae-ho’s bed. 

Jung-bae brought his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes and huffing. Couldn’t that kid hear himself? Was there no self-awareness in his head? And to blame it on him earlier! The cheek of it! 

He truly didn’t want to actually call Dae-ho out on anything. It was mainly just a joke, Jung-bae half hoping that Dae-ho would now be a bit more mindful…but he really, really needed to sleep. He couldn’t afford to be off his game tomorrow, not knowing what could happen.  

He leant over towards Dae-ho’s bed, slapping him on the arm.

‘’I don’t fidget’, my ass! All I can hear is you rustling about! Cut it out, man!’ He hissed lowly as to not wake anyone else up. 

‘I’m not doing anything!’ Came the dramatic reply. ‘Maybe you’re just going crazy and hallucinating?’

‘If I am going crazy, it’s from sleep deprivation! So just stop, okay?’ 

Jung-bae rolled back onto his bed, satisfied with himself and looking forward to finally being able to-

Rustle rustle rustle

The ex-marine’s eyes shot open. There was absolutely no way he could listen to this for even another second.

‘Okay, I guess we’re doing this the hard way, then’ 

Jung-bae leant over and dug his fingers ticklishly into Dae-ho’s sides. He saw his younger friend’s face crack into a surprised grin, the soft illumination of the overhead piggy bank lighting up his face.

‘H-hey! Sihihir!’ He was obviously trying his hardest to keep his laughter under control, not wanting to cause a scene at such a quiet time. He grabbed at Jung-bae’s wrists, frantically floundering around in an attempt to wriggle away. 

Jung-bae kept a straight face, mock-scolding his victim.

‘You’re clearly not tired enough to actually sleep, so I’m just helping you out. Don’t be too loud, though’ And with that he quickly positioned himself so that he was sitting on the edge of Dae-ho’s bed to gain better access to his sensitive friend. He used both hands to get inbetween Dae-ho’s ribs, vibrating his fingers and knowing he had gotten a bad spot.

Dae-ho yelped and laughed hysterically, immediately letting go of Jung-bae’s wrists and shooting his hands up to cover his mouth and muffle his hysterics. He hadn’t been tickled since he was a kid, and it would usually be after annoying one of his sisters, so this was a foreign yet…nostalgic, feeling. 

He could only keep this up for so long before the sensation got too much for him and he felt himself unable to resist once again attempting to push Jung-bae’s hands away. However, this now meant he had nothing to muffle his laughter as he giggled loudly. 

‘Didn’t I say not to be too loud, huh? Do you want to disturb everyone else’s sleep, too?’ The older man was keeping up the fake-telling off routine, putting on an exaggerated tone. 

He couldn’t help but smirk as he watched his friend frantically try to decide whether or not to muffle his laughter or keep trying to push away Jung-bae’s strong hands. He kicked his legs, as if that would help, squealing into his sleeves. It was honestly a very, very cute sight, and Jung-bae felt his own anxieties melt away from tickling this way too ticklish man. 

Meanwhile Dae-ho was losing his mind, trying as hard as he could to be as quiet as possible. He wouldn’t be able to bear the shame of everyone finding out this embarrassing weakness, and even worse, the shame of waking up his entire team!

‘You’re just way too sensitive for your own good, brother’ 

Dae-ho twisted his upperbody, only exposing his worst spots further. He felt both Jung-bae’s hands attack his right side, practically short-circuiting at the feeling of 10 fingers squeezing at once. ‘Ah-ah-ah! Where do you think you’re going?’

The only reply was muffled laughter from his ticklish victim. Dae-ho wanted nothing more than to beg and apologise, the assault on his nerves all he could focus on, his mind going foggy. However he knew he needed to form some sort of plea, and he shakily took a breath (as best he could despite the fact he was being wrecked) and grabbed at the older man, slapping his forearm in the universal sign of ‘tapping out’. 

Jung-bae stopped squeezing at Dae-ho’s sides, although his grip didn’t loosen. He met his marine friend’s eyes and smiled down mischievously, not even trying to hide how much fun he was having.  He chuckled quietly at the way Dae-ho couldn’t seem to kick the residual giggles, or the wide grin on his face, as he tried his best to gasp in breath as soundlessly as possible.

‘I’ihihim sohohory sir!’ He whispered, evidently trying to keep his giddiness under control- he couldn’t deny that he felt closer to Jung-bae, and in the back of his mind he was unable to help but now see him even more as a father figure. Especially seeing as his biological father wasn’t particularly one for warm-hearted interactions, making his attachment to Jung-bae even more important to him.

‘So’ His assaulter teased in a quiet tone, ‘what are you going to do now? You’re going to sleep, right?’

Dae-ho, now having gotten his giggles under control (although he still couldn’t help the post-tickling smile), whispered back ‘Y-yes, yes I swear! Sir yes sir!’ relaxing slightly as he assumed he was safe. 

But Jung-bae didn’t quite believe him. The man was so full of energy, that short bout of exertion couldn’t have possibly worn him out yet!

‘I don’t quite think I believe you, Marine!’ As he took the younger man off guard and clawed at his stomach, his large hands wrecking havoc.

The effect was instantaneous as Dae-ho yelped, the sound very almost ringing out through the dorm, but Jung-bae shushed him, bringing his free hand up to his mouth to muffle the sensitive man’s hysterical laughter. 

Dae-ho squeezed his eyes shut and curled up, hardly able to keep up with his own laughter. He had forgotten how bad a spot his stomach was- this was even worse than Jung-bae using both his hands on one of his sides, and he sort of wished he’d go back to that. 

��Fuhuhuhuck! HAHAHA-hahaha! pleahahaHAHASE!’ His laughter was so loud that even with Jung-bae’s hand over his mouth, his begging could be heard clearly. The tickling completely disarmed him, taking over his senses and rendering him a hilarious, squirming mess. 

The older marine laughed along with his friend, no longer caring about the fact it was lights out; Dae-ho may have been louder than convenient but ultimately his muffled laughter wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone up. Well, maybe only the bed over, but that would’ve only been Gi-hun, who he was sure didn’t really sleep properly anyway. He was always the one offering to stay up and keep watch. Besides, he’d make sure to wrap things up…soon, at least!

‘I hope nobody found out about how ticklish you were whilst you were serving, marine’ he taunted light-heartedly, ‘you wouldn’t have lasted one minute under interrogation! Just a few fingers and you’d have spilled everything!’ 

Jung-bae chuckled when this earnt even more furious giggles from Dae-ho as he tried his hardest to defend himself- he’d never betray his ex-marine mates! Or, his current team. Alas, from a combination of his worst spot being annihilated and Jung-bae’s hand over his mouth, he couldn’t get anything out except hysterical laughter. 

Of course, the older man knew of Dae-ho’s unwavering loyalty. He was just having so much fun he couldn’t resist the dig, especially knowing it would get such a reaction. He truly knew the ticklish marine too well. 

After one last squeeze, Jung-bae let up on his ticklish attack and removed his hand, watching with satisfaction as Dae-ho laid completely spent on his bed, tears beading at the corners of his eyes and panting heavily- Surely that was enough to ensure he was certain to sleep now? And, if preferable, he didn’t want to overdo it; it was only fun if they were both enjoying themselves. 

‘At ease, soldier’ taunted Jung-bae, giving a sarcastic salute. 

‘Thahahank you s-sir’ came the breathy reply, and he felt a wave of warmth at the nickname.  

‘Now, I expect you to sleep- no fidgeting, no tossing, no turning- okay?’ 

‘mhm…’ Dae-ho replied sleepily. Wow, it was really that easy, huh? If only Jung-bae had thought of this a few nights ago!

Getting back into his bed and under his covers, Jung-bae felt relief after a few minutes went by without any sounds coming from his neighbouring bed. He also couldn’t shake the feeling of protectiveness over the younger marine- not that he’d want to. Wasn’t it lucky that he had people he cared so much for in a horrible place like this?

For the first time in a long while, Jung-bae had a good night’s sleep.

(So did Dae-ho!)

[avissapiens]

Himbull summer: What happened to January

So, you may have noticed that January came and went without a single HBS post. Being honest i’d say it the major source of that complication came from the most obvious source.

The internship i’ve been doing has been really draining, and frankly unenjoyable in a lot of dimensions. As a result I really and truly could not himbo under those conditions and I ended up just fully not being able to keep it in mind as much as I wanted. Even my HBS time tables which at the very least would sometimes add a bit of himbo colouring to my life, did eventually fall to the wayside as the monotonous, tedious, and frankly pointless work i was doing left me pretty mentally sapped at the end of the day.

Despite this state of affairs, it’s not to say that i totally flopped on all of the tasks. On the contrary actually. A few of them have moved from challenges to simply being things I do at this point, formed habits. The supplementation task and the physical work task(even though the work was pretty unfulfilling), are both ones which I think have had some pretty mindless adherence to them. Even as the supplementation task has grown. Currently we’re sitting at 

Triple strength Fish oil 2/day

 Ashwaghanda 2/day

Men’s Multivitamin 1/day

Carnatine Tartarate 4 serves/day

L-citruline+L-argenine 2/preworkout

Creatine

Sunflower lecithin

Bromelain

Popstar labs

And you can kinda infer what those last 3 are for based on my passing mention’s in the last updates of my new boy-girl girl-boy bunnybabe doll etc etc other cutesy shit. 

That’s been a fun source of himbull energy as well during this slump as they are VERY supportive of me inhabiting that role. It’s really amazing how impactful it can be on the psyche to have someone just constantly reinforcing it for you…well i suppose not that amazing considering it is the basis of my content and why yall are here.

But the biggest boon is definitely going to be throwing this internship in the trash and being able to use the last 3 weeks of feb to relax, re-center and really ramp up the himbull drive before school starts back.

I’ve already thrown myself into it in two ways Firstly I’ve gone down so many sizes since the start of this all, but the more intimate parts of my wardrobe haven’t exactly caught up. So i’ve gone ahead and bought a bunch of Aussiebum stuff a size tighter than is comfy because I’m mid cut and I wanna compensate. And for a while it’ll be a fun sensation of pressure.

Secondly  I’ve revamped my training and made long term plans for the year ahead generally. But the first phase of that is integrating additional leg days to try and develop them to the next level. I’ve always had good legs, but I think one of the biggest Himbo/Bull overlaps is the hyperdeveloped round, juicy wide sweep kinda legs combo’d with a crazy ass. Whether that crazyness be from ultra lean striation or mouthwatering bubbliness. So for 10 weeks that’s gonna be the focus of my training. Even tho i’m definitely not eating enough on a cut to make the best use of it. I defo intend to show off that progress on my IG. 

SO going forward I’m going to recommit to the challenge for the rest of February AND into March which is the beginning of my semester. And i’m going to reduce and combine the two into one.

From the Bull plan I’m gonna take Grow the Abyss and the social media task. These two have really been the most easily actionable and beneficial tasks. They push me out of my comfort zone, they force me to create AND they have a visible and quick return on investment. The supplementation task isn’t even a challenge now, and the Himbull loop is amazing and great but may just be best sparingly. Also not super interesting to write about. From the Himbo plan i’ll take Himbo-fy your aesthetic and Change and love it. I think these ones are again, more actionable. And I finally do have some clear ideas for how to hit them. It’s just unfortunate they’re both kinda money based.

So that’s where we’re at with HBS. I think even this stumble represents an improvement from last year’s experiment. Because rather than simply wanting to be done after 8 weeks, I want to keep going with parts. Some parts have already been absorbed into my being. I feel so much better with it this year too. I’m hotter, hornier, happier. So let's keep at it.

[selinswonderland]

Everything Lokni was saying was right, and maybe it took his more gentle tone and approach for her to accept it. Akhila and Zaid were rough around the edges, even if their softer sides came out when they came to visit (as soft as those two could be), but when Lokni offered his own form of comfort, she felt more inclined to accept it. "One day at a time...I think I can handle that."

Selin had a soft spot when it came to talking about her siblings, of course, that was obvious. And maybe it should have been obvious that her siblings loved and appreciated her for everything she did for them. But that didn't stop her from getting choked up at hearing it aloud. "That's...I know. That's all I want, really. For them to know...and understand how much I care about them. I hope they're okay." She spoke slow, now wanting her voice to crack more than it already had. It would be far too awkward to start crying now, especially when they were talking about her happiness, she had to stay strong. For them and herself.

"Did you, um, did you have any siblings? I don't remember if I ever asked." Selin couldn't tell if his wise words came from experience or if he simply was capable of finding the words that could cheer her up with ease. Either way, it was helping.

Selin felt elated to hear that Lokni was willig to continue spending time with her. She needed the company, and she really did find his to be so soothing. Having him around felt like the energy that those hornets drained would be replenished in no time. "Me too." she agreed with a smile as she stood up in the water, ringing out the water in her hair, and failing to notice Lokni's awkwardness right away.

"Honestly, I don't think i have the energy to make it to your place." She answered, it was the first thing to cross her mind because his place was all the way out in the wilderness. It would be much easier and closer to get back to her bungalow than to stumble back to his camp intoxicated.

Once he had helped her out of the water, she was quick to put her dry clothes back on, which were just as quick to absorb the water dripping off her body. The next thing was to scoop up the wine bottle, peering within to see just a little bit of wine still remaining at the bottom of the bottle, easily finished by Selin tipping back the bottle to down the rest. "Might as well finish it off." She announced, as if needing to defend herself before proceeding, holding the neck of the bottle tightly in one hand and taking hold of one of Lokni's hands with the other.

There was a brief moment, as they walked in silence through the sand back towards the bungalows, where Selin's common sense finally caught up with her. Her request to be kept company tonight, his reddened face and playful question of my place or yours...

She quickly turned her head to look up at him, eyes wide as she tried to rectify the implications she brought forth. "I just realized how all of this sounds!" She blurted out, now her brain trying to work over time to not offend him or weird him out or cause him to change his mind. "I just...want to hang out. If-if that's okay. I just genuinely wanted to keep spending time with you. I'm not trying to...get you to my place to hook up or anything. I—that's not my thing. I'm not a sleep with someone on the first date kind of girl. Well, I mean—you know what I mean."

She hoped he knew what she meant. Selin barely knew what she meant. She just hoped it didn't come across wrong, she wasn't trying to sleep with Lokni but that didn't mean she didn't want to be around him. So she hoped that despite her expecting this to be purely platonic, that he didn't change his mind.

"Maybe we don't understand right now, and maybe we won't ever, but we gotta' take one day at a time, right? Sure, things may seem real' dark, but you're not alone. You don't have to walk the dark alone." Lokni replied softly, any tension of the last couple of weeks seemed to fade as they spoke, cords of muscle relaxing, allowing the aches and pains to be cleansed away. Being with Selin was healing, in a way, as if it was deeper than the skin, reaching the very soul of a person.

Lokni listened intently as Selin spoke about her family, and what it was like to shoulder all of that burden from such a young age. It sounded like a lot of hurt and hassle; How come she could still smile so broadly, how could she be so kind? Resting his chin on his knuckles he began, voice even and calm, "Parents can create a lotta' hurt with careless actions- sometimes it can feel like their kids are an accessory. But I know one thing for sure, your siblings love you an awful lot. Having a big sister that sticks her neck out for them time after time? A sister that works hard for their happiness? I'm sure that they know you love them, and that knowledge will help them throughout their lives. Love is like a strong wind, it has the power to push you forward with a mighty strength." He slid his fingers through his long hair subconsciously, "but you can't forget about your own happiness, Selin. I'm sure that your siblings wouldn't want their big sister to be unhappy. I doubt that their happiness doesn't involve yours in the equation, little lady." Just floating there was wonderful, and the warmth of the alcohol had settled in Lokni's stomach like a hot water bottle. It felt like he was melting into the water, becoming one with it as they gazed up at the vast night sky. The blood in his veins seemed to pulse in time with the lapping of the waves on the far shore. Everything was as it should be, in Lokni's mind. And then Selin extended an invitation that Lokni would have never imagined even in his wildest of dreams. If not for his ability to stand in the water, Lokni would've drowned right then and there. Sure, she'd made him blush before, but this was nothing compared to the heat that was rippling from his face now. He dared not look down at his reflection in the water, knowing damn well that the reddened skin had extended down his neck. He was stunned, speechless, standing there like a whole fool as his inner thoughts futilely attempted to dial up. The static was deafening as he gazed at Selin's expectant face, patiently awaiting his answer. Thankfully, the warmth of the alcohol prodded an answer out of him, "may I- I mean, I'd enjoy that- a lot," his own clipped voice betraying him. Did he sound too eager? Now that his mind was online his thoughts raced. Did she mean-? No- there was no way. Does she realize the implications? Lokni found himself nodding, maybe a little too aggressively, as he fought to stifle the arousal that pooled in his stomach at Selin's words and timid tone. Timid... and hopeful. Coming from her lips it all felt so tantalizing. 'No, no, let's not get ahead of ourselves,' Lokni mentally prodded himself, 'let's just get her back to her home safely, and then we'll see what her verdict is.' Taken up by the rush of the moment and the wine, Lokni gently took hold of Selin's hand, leading her back to the dock. "My place or yours?" he found himself blurting out like a whole goddamn fool. Had he even made up his bed that morning? What if his dirty clothes were all over the place? No, he'd worry about that after she answered. Gripping the edge of the dock, Lokni hoisted himself out of the water before turning to offer a hand to Selin. Did she feel that way about him? He was going through the motions, but he knew that he was redder than a cardinal in the snow.