#but it didn't turned out as I was imagining it

[alshalyn]

So, I riffed off this post (plus incorporated tips from a few other recipes) to make mashed potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, and they were a huge hit. Here are my notes:

Slice your potatoes thinly. It increases the surface area and helps them cook faster.

Keep the water level a little below the top of your potatoes. Put in just enough liquid that you can see the water slosh up if you shake the saucepan/pot.

Sprinkle in some kosher salt (or. Regular salt. Whatever you have) -- what little I know about cooking science suggests that this not only will season the potatoes, but keep their existing flavor from leaching out. I also put some butter in mine, so the flavor would incorporate into the cooking liquid.

Bring to an aggressive boil, lower to a milder boil, and keep the lid on while it cooks the rest of the way, so that the potatoes steam-cook. Set your timer for 20 minutes and check the tenderness by piercing with a fork. They may be soft even before that; this method cooks FAST once you reach boiling point.

If you've got a small batch, you can mash it up, liquid and all, with a fork. If you're doing larger, use an electric mixer if you have it, processing a few cups at a time. I like my potatoes slightly chunky, so adjust mashing method to your liking, though try not to overwork it to keep it from becoming gluey.

Heat up some milk or cream if you like and work it into the potatoes little by little until it's to your liking.

Mashed potato deliciousness, in a fraction of the original method's time.

My perfect mashed potatoes

The secret is in the water; literally, it’s IN the water.

See, when you boil potatoes, a lot of special starches and sugars and stuff leeches out into the water. When you drain the water before mashing them, you throw away a lot of good stuff, which is a big part of what makes mashed potatoes “dry” and bland, even when you add large amounts of cream and butter and things.

So don’t throw out any water.

Here’s how you do that:

First, cut your potatoes into smaller cubes than you probably do. (I’ve left the skins on for flavor and also, that’s where a lot of a potato’s nutrients are, like protien and iron and vitamins B and C, just to name a few)

The reason for cutting them smaller (besides avoiding giant peices of skin) is so that there is less space in the pot between each peice for water to fill, so you use less water to cook them. That’s important because you won’t be draining any water, so you can’t afford to have too much water! For the same reason, just barely cover them with water when they go on the stove.

But! Before you do that, put the pot on the stove with some butter, garlic, and seasonings; let the butter start to sizxle just a little then put most of a single layer of potatoes in the pan and let the brown and sear. Turn them, brown them on all sides, get ‘em fairly dark (I forgot to get a pic here because I was worried I’d burn the butter).

Ready? now throw the rest of the potatoes in right on top, and add your water, give them a stir. This way, you’re boiling in some of that lovely fried potato/french fry flavor.

Okay, so, as they cook, you may need to add a little water, not too much! ideally the very highest piece of potato will be poking just above the surface. Now, when your potatoes are really really soft, mash them directly into the water. Just pull them off the stove, leave all the water in, and start mashing. Trust me. At first you’ll think there’s too much water. If you get them mashed and they ARE a little too liquidy, just put ‘em back on the stove. You’ll have to stir often or constantly, but they will steam off additional water without losing any good stuff.

Now add some salt, and taste. Right?! And you haven’t even put in any cream or cheese or anything yet.

Speaking of which, you can use like, a third of the amount of butter or cream or anything, and they will still taste better than usual. So they taste better AND they are higher in nutrients AND lower in fats and salts! That’s a lot of win — enjoy your potatoes!

Fuck Columbus! Indigenous Rights! And happy Thanksgiving!

[sanriovin]

steamy shower sex with simon.

the man's just come home from a deployment which took you away from him and him away from you for a whole month. a whole month of both of you having no sexual contact with each other, no calls, no photos, no nothing.

so just imagine the desperation and the raw need between the two of you as he stepped foot back into the place that finally felt like home after so many years of trying to find it, dropping his bag to the wooden floor, not even bothering to take his shoes off as his arms found themselves wrapped tightly around your smaller body, holding you close, so close.

"missed you, lovey." his voice was deep, low, as usual, yet his tone was softened, into one of vulnerability, love, desire, and need. one that he only ever used towards you. only you were deserving of hearing and seeing his true emotions, which were hidden behind a cold mask to others.

you insisted he should take a shower, clean himself up from the messy deployment, ease his stiff, aching joints, slowly ground himself back into the domestic side of his life, even if it wouldn't last forever. not yet, at least, one day, maybe.

however, simon didn't want to be alone yet, no, not after he just came back to his sweetheart. so in the end, the two of you ended up showering together. it started as a normal shower, which slowly escalated into more.

which is how you found yourself, in simon's big, well-trained arms, his scarred fingers pressing tightly into your thighs, back against his muscled chest, as he fucked up into you, his fat cock stretching out your pulsing, clenching walls with a slight new found difficulty from how long he was separated from you. but, that just means he has to get you nice and stretched out, doesn't he?

the running water did little to conceal the groans and low moans from him, and the higher, louder moans and whines from you. your head was leaning against his shoulder, eyes barely open, as his tip repeatedly pressed against your sweetest spots inside you, making you feel dizzy from the unwavering pleasure.

rutting his hips up into you, his grip on you tightened, as he slowly lowered his head, whispering into your ear amidst his noises of pleasure and relief. "feeling good, pretty girl? getting close? i can fucking feel you clenching around me so hard. you wanna cum, yeah?"

he was teasing you with his words, as he soon began to simultaneously bring your wet pussy down onto his dick while fucking up into you, but you knew he was just as wanting as you were in this moment.

your moans grew louder in noise, stirring him on to do the same, his groans and grunts of your name and dirty words growing louder and more rushed. your wetness was dripping down his cock, slipping down his bare, marked skin, leaving a trail which almost immediately got washed off by the running water in the shower.

the glass was steamed up, a white sheet of condensation hiding your two bodies away from the outside. the air was getting hotter and thinner, which, along with your current states, didn't really help much. but, none of that mattered in the moment. what mattered was that you were with simon again, getting one of the best sex experiences in your life.

"g'nna cum, wanna cum, pleasee, 'leasee!" you cried out, turning your head, trying to capture simon's lips in a long-awaited kiss. you could see his eyes moving to look down at your lips, as he lowered his head down, capturing your lips in a wet, messy kiss, one with tongue's meeting, fighting for the dominance, which undoubtedly you had lost quickly.

"you wanna cum, huh?" he muttered out, his pace constant, not speeding or slowing down. "wanna cum so desperately? then do it. be a good girl for me and make a fucking filthy mess."

and that was all it took for you to snap, your body jerking and trembling as the tension in your lower abdomen snapped, mind blank, save for simon's name, as your orgasm hit you so intensely, squirting so hard as your body shook from it. your pussy clenched and twitched so much that that in itself was enough to bring poor simon to the breaking point.

holding you down tightly on him, which was definite to leave many loving, reminiscent marks of what had happened, he let out a lusty, heavy moan, burying his face in your shoulder, as hot spurts of his cum shot into you, intertwining with yours, creating a sticky mess between the two of you as it began to dribble out, getting flushed away through the shower water.

it took you some time to gather yourselves; to catch your breaths, come back to reality, to ground yourselves from the orgasms you had just experienced. simon slowly let you down, turning the shower off, looking down at you, as you slumped against him, barely managing to stand on quivering legs.

"well, that shower was pointless, wasn't it?"

but he wouldn't trade these moments for anything in the world.

(author's note: wrote this on a whim, not too proud of it 🤞)

[fluffylino]

loner ! minho - drabble

you've observed him in your classes. he's hot. he's always by himself. little did you know he was fascinated with you too...

-contains mature themes (risky sex oops)

minho's in your class. he's there almost for every single lecture. never skipping unless he didn't show up to uni.

theres something about him that makes your heart race. maybe because you were just like him. the silent ones in the class who mostly sat right at the back where you could be at peace and avoid most interactions.

somehow the two of y'all never sat together, sometimes sitting on opposite ends of the small class or maybe on the bench infront. you watch him at times whenever the lesson content gets boring. taking in the sight of him paying attention.

was he really paying attention or was he just lost in his thoughts?

were you ever in his thoughts?

did you ever make an appearance in his mind?

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its a long day. back to back lectures since 8 in the morning and you're tired. this time your class was being held in a small private classroom that nearly no one knew about except the people in this specific class.

neatly taking off your shoes outside the carpetted stairway.

noticing the larger pair of combat boots that are tucked away from all the other shoes.

mindlessly you keep your shoes near his. because he had mindlessly been doing that for the past few weeks. placing his shoes next to yours.

silently entering the class, only to realise you had losf track of time in the canteen. 10 mins since your class had begun and here you were.

heart thumping nervously at all the eyes on you, as you quietly scutter to an empty chair. the teacher has made all of y'all sit in a semi circle. for more integration and freedom.

and you find yourself seated directly across minho. taking in the sight of him entirely as your professor absentmindedly continues talking about something.

your eyes can't help but trail down to his hands. watching him crack his knuckles and adjust the rings he wore on his digits.

the black shirt complimenting his physique and his leisure way of sitting making your stomach churn with arousal.

why were you finding him so ravishing today? seeing him so upfront worked wonders on your imaginative brain.

blinking slowly as you thought of how his fingers would feel against your body. maybe even between your legs...

blushing heavily when he glances at you briefly. and from the corner of your eye, you swear you see him hide a smirk.

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class is over and you're about to leave when you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. and you're quick to turn around.

masking on a kind smile which immediately falters.

"wait back with me..." its him.

bag slinging across his shoulder as he stands beside you. quietly waiting for everyone to leave. with a long stride, he closely the door of the classroom. latching it smoothly and for a second you think he's uncomfortable with you.

what if he noticed how obvious you were.

"u-uh is everything o-okay?" you mumble, taking a few steps back when he stands in front of you. minimizing the gap as much as possible.

"i don't know, you tell me..." he lets out, tilting his head with intent. your mouth opens and closes. going speechless and every single coherent thought escaping your mind.

"...i d-don't know" you stutter unconciously. struggling to maintain eye contact with him. looking anywhere but at his eyes.

"do you...." he starts off. clearing his throat before looking at the latched door for a second, turning to purse his lips at you in a somewhat shy manner.

your bag sliding off one of your shoulder's and falling on the ground with a soft thud when he holds your chin.

making you look up at him the whole time.

"do you want to eat ramyeon...with me?"

minho whispers. purposefully leaning closer to breath heavy on your parted lips. your own breath shaking as you unconciously refuse to create a gap between y'all.

"or am i just eye candy for you?" he adds with a playful tone.

"no! i mean...n-no. you're more than just...that"

you mumble, cheeks heating up furiously. eye candy? that meant he knew you were watching him.

"well this eye candy's wondering if you just wanna keep staring at him or instead do something about it..."

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"is this what you were dreaming of"

minho whispers huskily, hand stuffed down your pants. pulling you higher up on his lap. fingers tracing over your cunt. your nervousness dying down when he touches you like he's meant to be the only one touching you so intimately.

"m-sorry" you whimper. feeling concerned with yourself for imagining such vile things. filthy dirty thoughts during innocent moments.

"no baby, this is what i dreamt of too"

rubbing his middle and ring finger up against your folds. teasingly feeling up your clit. knowing that this was the first time you'd let anyone touch you like this.

"dreamt of dirtier things...so fucking filthy"

slipping his digit past your entrance and you keen. stomach burning with the unfamiliar intrusion.

"thought of you riding me on one of these stupid chairs" minho breathes out. curling his digits upwards to rub your walls. grunting when you grind down on his fingers.

"m-me too...wanted to ride you...want to ride you"

you gasp out, covering your mouth at the risks y'all were taking. an empty locked classroom.

"your s-shoes" and he smiles.

"you noticed. couldn't get over the size difference"

he teases, pulling his fingers out to lick them seductively. deciding to draw fast rough circles on your clit. stimulating the bundle of nerves so fast that you shake in his hold.

"don't you have class?" he asks, knowing damn well that right now class was the last thing on your mind.

"i have you." you moan, praying that luck ws on your side and that you'd get the time to taste him...

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inspired by the dream i had last night AAAAAAA im screaming without the s-

[valerings]

𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.

݁ᛪ༙ summary: after millenia of being sealed away in an underground cave with copious amounts of gold and jewels known as the 'Abyss', an unexpected visit from a certain dragon hunter didn't seem all too bad.

݁ᛪ༙ warnings: nsfw content, unprotected sex, monster fucking, marking (biting, claw marks, etc), creampie, attempted double penetraion (his tail), mild choking (reader being choked), fingering, riding, begging, teasing, praise, degradation, sylus being possessive, ooc sylus, dragon hunter! reader, fem!reader (Imk if i missed anything!)

݁ᛪ༙ authors note: first time writing for sylus but the brain rot from his new myth card is getting to me.. so apologies if he seems ooc :( reader doesn't have much dialogue because i find it a little awkward so apologies for that too. dividers and warning credits go to @cafekitsune !!

tags 🏷️ ~ @lunacielooo @chaieanne @stxrrielle @theimmortalbuns @kamisatomay018 @bbieainee @reika-desu @loraleiii @cecesilver @brekkers-whore @pirana10 @liz9898 @monster-effer @lunaizhere @pastelpeachess @sohavaa @itsizumiiii @krikalovesstay @jayhyunglover

"Before you tried to kill me," his deep voice rings in your ear, pulling you out of your pleasure induced state. his bare chest pressed against your back, the red gem carving its mark onto your skin. his large hand holding your head up by your jaw, long and dragon-like claws gently scratching the sides of your face. "Did you consider that it'd end like this?" he taunts, his other large and clawed hand firmly gripping your hip, his grip almost bruising your skin as he kept you pinned down against the gold riddled ground.

truthfully, this hadn't been what you imagined when you took up that bounty.. an impossibly huge reward would be given to whoever was brave and or stupid enough to bring back the head of the wicked creature that had been sealed away. maybe it was your pride that led you to accepting that bounty, or your greed that whispered in your mind once your eyes laid upon the prize money. though, you wouldn't say you were too upset about being split open and ravaged by this supposed 'wicked' creature. if your mind wasn't overwhelmed with pleasure, you'd be humiliated by the loud and wet sounds that echoed through the cavern whenever he pumped his fingers into your sopping hole.

"You're so wet.. if it weren't for your weapon, i would've thought you came here for another kind of 'reward'." he teases, almost like he's mocking just how wet you were while his lithe fingers were knuckles deep into your pussy. your cheek pressed against the cold gold coins on the ground, his long scorpion like tail teasingly caressing your calves before slowly inching up to your thighs, pulling away to run down your legs once more when the sharp tip barely grazes your heat. even with your back turned to him, you could feel the smug smirk on his face as he laps up soft gaps and low moans that gradually slipped out your lips.

"Is this what you really wanted, miss hunter? What a dirty girl.. was the bounty just an excuse for you to venture down here?" a choked out moan clawed its way out your throat as his clawed fingers curled upwards against the soft spongy spot inside of you, his reaction more amused than anything. so that's where you liked it..

"Don't think i'll let you go that easily, sweetie. After your little attempt at trying to kill me, i think a punishment is warranted, no?" he whispered lowly into your ear, his lips moving further down before hovering above the side of your neck. he can practically hear your blood pumping, fear and arousal coursing your veins as his sharp teeth neared your skin. the tightness in his pants worsens as you let out a surprised gasp that slowly turned into a soft whimper when he sunk his teeth into your skin, creating the first of many marks to come.

"Don't forget. If i apply anymore pressure at this very spot.. Your heart will never beat again." he murmured into your ear, his hand moving down your jaw to hold your neck while his thumb applied gentle pressure to the bite mark he made on your neck. his fingers uncharacteristically gentle as they apply small amounts of pressure to your throat, enough to make you feel slightly lightheaded and dazed. the said mark forming an intricate design, black markings taking place on your skin. he can feel your slick drenching his fingers, letting out an amused huff as you whined when he slipped his fingers out of your heat.

he brings his hand up to your mouth, your slick coating his long fingers as he placed the pads of his middle and ring finger on your bottom lip. "Suck." he commanded, satisfied with your response when you open your mouth, tasting yourself on his fingers as you licked them clean. "Good girl." he praised, teasingly nibbling on shell of your ear. he tensed a little when he felt the subtle rub of your ass against his bulge, his long and sharp tail wrapping around your thigh in a warning to hold still.

"Such a greedy little thing.." he almost scoffs, in a particular merciless mood today. "If you want it so badly, beg for it. Beg like the good slut you are." he ordered, his tail uncurling itself from your thigh before he shifted off of you, his tall frame saunters back to where he was originally sat when you entered the cavern. he looks down at you expectantly, his dragon wings tucked behind his back while his tail curled slightly. it pissed you off how he acted like you were the desperate one in this situation when you could clearly see the bulge in his pants.

you swallowed your pride, shifting to your knees before inching closer to where he was sat before looking up at him with an expression akin to a kicked puppy to gain some sympathy points from the man. "Please..? I apologise for intruding on your space, just please.. i need it." you don't miss the way his smirk widened as you begged, seemingly satisfied as he patted his lap as an invitation for you. you rose to your feet, gasping in surprise when his tail yanked you down onto his lap, his bulge right by the entrance of your wet pussy.

"Go on, since you 'need it' so badly. Prove it, sweetie." he taunted, cocking his head to the side as he watched you fumble with the buckle to his belt. he keeps his eyes on your face as you unzip his pants, sucking in a little hiss as you pulled his boxers down, his thick cock slapping his stomach. as expected of a dragon, he was huge.. even just looking at his cock made you nervous.

"Don't tell me you're getting nervous now, where was all that sass when you first came down here?" he scoffed, leaning back a little as he observed your nervous expression. were all humans as cute as you?

"Screw you.." you murmured in a fit of embarrassment and frustration at his taunts, which didn't go unnoticed by him at all.

his eyes darkened at your words, though still maintaining his smirk. "Oh? Well then.." before you could even react, his large hands gripped your hips before hoisting you up, positioning your body right above his hard cock before letting go of your hips. a gasp escaped your lips when his tail wrapped around your waist to push you down on his cock, letting out a sharp moan as you felt his cock stretching your hole. the tip of his cock nudged against your sweet spot, your eyes screwed shut as you tried to adjust to the sheer size of his cock.

"Come now, is this all you can handle? You said you 'needed it', no?" he snickered, a hand snaking up to your hip, a false comforting touch as his sharp claws dragged against skin, leaving red marks in their wake. your slick started to pool and drip down his cock, coating your inner thighs. despite how unbothered he seemed, you could feel the subtle twitch of his cock inside of you whenever you shifted on his cock. your hands came up to grip his shoulders, your back arched as you lifted your hips up before bringing them back down on his cock, a few experimental bounces. a thin coat of sweat covered your body from the searing heat of his thick cock inside of you.

"Don't tell me this is all you've got, miss hunter.." his teasing voice brought you out of your concentration, the way he merely smirked as you glared at him pissed you off. his tail wrapped a little tighter around your waist, seemingly tired of being patient. his tail gripping your waist pushed you down on his lap, eliciting a cry from you as his cock plunged impossibly deeper into your cunt. before you could process it, his tail brought your hips up into the air before slamming you back down on his cock, again and again until it formed a steady rhythm.

"There we go, good girl.. That's it." he praised, red eyes raking over your body as sharp moans escaped your lips whenever his cock nudged against your sweet spot continuously due to the sheer size of his cock. he didn't mind the feel of your nails digging into his broad shoulders, only letting out a low growl when he felt your walls clench around him. his tail guided your movements, bouncing your body up and down on his cock. a whimper escaped your mouth as you felt the sharp tip of his tail graze your cunt, your body twitched as he teasingly rubbed your clit with the tip of his tail.

"You think it'll fit, sweetie?" a low chuckle came from him as you immediately shook your head, if his cock was enough to get you panting and struggling to take him all the way, there was no way his tail would fit inside your tight cunt. "Shame, humans are always so fragile.." he hummed, sucking in a hiss as he felt your walls tighten around his length once more. his own hips bucked up into your heat, matching the way your body bounced on his cock due to his tail guiding your body.

he could feel the way your body twitched and tensed, your pupils wide while your mouth hung open, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips. he doesn't miss the way your body gradually leaned against his, your chest heaving against his while your nails dug into his shoulders. "close— i'm close.. please, please let me cum.." you moaned, feeling your muscles tighten as his cock continued hitting that sweet spot inside you while his tail rubbed sharp circles onto your clit.

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Fuck..." he cursed under his breath, harshly thrusting up into your tight cunt as he felt your walls clench around him. your walls spasm around his cock, your moans becoming more frequent as the tight knot in your belly came undone, 'thank you's spilling from your lips as his tail helps guide your high. his cock twitched inside of your walls before shooting his cum inside your cunt, his hot cum spilling out of your abused hole.

his tail uncurled around your waist, using his hands to help you off his cock instead. his gaze drifts down to your hole, sticky and slick with both of your releases. if it was up to him, no jewel could compare to the eye candy you gave him, though as much as he loved the sight of his cum seeping out of your hole, he couldn't let it go to waste now could he?

a sharp gasp escaped your lips when you felt something snake up your thigh before plunging back into your cunt, something much longer and sharp than his cock. "There we go.. See? It does fit." he snickered into your ear, using his tail to plug his cum inside of your tight hole.

[avatar-anna]

this is the second part of my exrry in italy oneshot! you can read that here

Three days had passed and Harry hadn't left your tiny apartment.

He kept saying he should probably leave, and you insisted there were things you had to do, but neither of you actually made it past the threshold of your door. No one said goodbye, or even bothered to shrug back into clothes. For three days, you ate, drank, and slept with Harry.

"You're making it hard to leave," he murmured, his voice low and content as you placed tiny kisses on his neck, his collarbone, his jaw, anywhere you could reach, really. It was how you used to wake Harry up when you were together, and when morning number four rolled around, you couldn't help yourself but lean across the bed and kiss his soft, sun kissed skin.

At first, you kept up the pretense of being unattached, of sleeping with Harry merely because you knew each other well enough physically. "This doesn't mean we're back together," you'd both whisper, or something to that effect, before blurring the lines of your non relationship once more.

"You're not making it any easier to kick you to the curb," you mumbled, one hand reaching up to caress his stubbly cheek. The fine, short hair that seemed to grow in the last few days.

Harry smelled good, like he usually did with a mix of the soap in your shower. It messed with your head in a way that was dangerous, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

So he didn't leave (again), and you didn't tell him to go(again). You and Harry stayed in bed for most of the day, only bothering to get up when hunger was too apparent to ignore. You managed to whip something up from the meager groceries you had, not having gone to the market recently, and sat with Harry at the little dining table by the kitchen. The balcony would've been a much nicer spot, as it looked out over the neighborhood square you stayed in, but it was too public, too many keen eyes would've spotted Harry immediately.

"Part of me wishes I hadn't seen you at all," Harry confessed later in the day. You were back in bed after a brief stint in the kitchen where you tried to make pancakes, which promptly turned into kissing and licking pancake batter off Harry as he did the same to you on the kitchen counter, pancakes no longer a priority.

You knew he hadn't meant it to hurt you, but the words sent a pang through your chest, so different from the heat and fireworks and butterflies you usually got from him. Everything was so different now. It was hard to face how much had changed, especially now that Harry was in bed beside you. "I know."

"It's easier to pretend when I can't see you," he said softly, his hand never once stopping as it tracked through your hair, nor did your hand stop tracing patterns in his chest.

"Pretend?"

Harry blew out a large sigh before sitting up in your bed, his arms stretching high above his head. There were hickeys littered all over his body, one on his hip revealing itself as the bedsheet fell and settled just below his waist. You found yourself transfixed by your ex's body, the one you still loved so much the idea of him leaving made your heart hurt.

"Do you still love me?" Harry asked out of the blue.

The question shocked you, but only because you thought the last three days would've made it obvious. You certainly didn't have to ask him how he felt. "Yes."

"That makes it easier too. In a selfish way, I guess," he said, not once meeting your eye. "Knowing you're in as much pain as I am."

Unexpected tears welled in your eyes. You never wanted to hurt Harry. He'd been right to say it was easier to imagine him happy and healthy post break up if you didn't see or hear from him. It was easier to move on if you convinced yourselves that you were better off without each other.

"Harry—"

"I miss you, Y/n," he said, his voice trembling slightly. Harry wouldn't meet your eye, which made all of this so much worse. "I know why we broke up, and I've done everything short of sleeping with someone else to try and move on, but I just—Tell me you're struggling as much as I am. Tell me you don't sleep as well as you used to because I'm not there. Or don't. Tell me this has all just been sex to you so I know there's an end to this—this—"

"Misery?" you finished for him. "I wish I could. I don't know if I'll ever be the same again, honestly."

"Then why—"

"Don't ask why. Please. Not when you know the answer."

It wasn't like you and Harry woke up one day and stopped loving each other. Everything about your relationship had been nothing short of perfect from the very beginning.

Until it wasn't.

"No one has to know this time," Harry said. His tone had taken on a desperate edge, almost making you turn away from him so you wouldn't have to face it, do this all over again. "We can—We can keep this a secret. It'll be just us."

It will never be just us, you thought miserably. "People already know, H."

At the look of confusion on his face, you reached for your phone. You showed him the slew of articles that had already been written. Pictures of you and Harry walking through Rome together three days ago, each one picking you apart or depicting you as the villain in Harry's life.

"I know that's why you're still here. You're waiting for the storm to blow over," you said, unable to meet his eye.

"That's not—After everything I just said, you really think that's why I stayed?" he asked. You'd turned away from him, but you felt his hand on your shoulder, the kiss to your temple as he leaned in close.

"I wish I was the kind of person who didn't care what anyone thought, that I could simply exist in this relationship and not let anyone else in, but—but I'm not. I can't."

"You. Are. Enough," Harry murmured, pressing each word into your skin with a kiss. You closed your eyes, tears leaking from the corners as he curled himself around your body. One leg slid between yours, and you selfishly pulled him closer as he continued to murmur in your ear.

You fell asleep in your ex's arms, the weight of his body on yours more comforting than any blanket. When you woke up, Harry was there, but he wasn't wrapped around you anymore. He sat at the edge of your bed, wearing clothes for the first time since he'd set foot in your apartment.

"You're leaving?" you asked, voice scratchy with sleep.

"I'm supposed to go to Florence tomorrow," Harry said, bent over as he tied his shoes. "I've got a dozen messages on my phone asking where I am."

Something in Harry's voice sounded different, distant, just the way he sounded when you initially ran into him. It pulled at something in your heart, something that you'd been keeping at bay since you invited Harry into your apartment—the knowledge that this would eventually end.

"So you're—You were just going to leave? Without saying anything?"

You heard Harry sigh as he rested his head in his hands. "I thought it would be easier. Our last conversation seemed...final."

"I know, but—"

But what? Harry was right. This wasn't going anywhere. You told him you couldn't be in a relationship with him, and he was responding to that. You knew it was coming, but it didn't hurt any less now that the moment had finally come.

"You're right," you said eventually, sitting up in your bed. "We came here separately, of course you have plans. I'm sorry if I kept you."

"You didn't," Harry reassured. "There's nowhere I wanted to be the last few days, but we... we're broken up, and as much as I want to stay, I don't want to keep giving myself false hope."

Your fingers twitched, itching to reach out, to touch him, hold him. But he was right. As much as you loved this relationship limbo, that was all it was. Stringing you and Harry along would only hurt you more.

"I'm sorry," was all you could say. For too many things, none of which you could bring up without crying.

"Me too," Harry said.

Leaning across the bed, he kissed your forehead, then stood up. "One day you'll realize how extraordinary you are, and you wont care how people perceive you," he said, his thumb caressing your cheek. "And then you'll go and make someone the luckiest man in the world by giving yourself over to him completely. I'm just devastated it wasn't me."

You watched him go from the sanctuary of your bed, knowing the second he was out of sight you'd break down completely. The door closed with a soft clock, and even though you knew you shouldn't, you hurried over to your bedroom window, waiting anxiously to get one last glimpse of him.

Harry's lean figure appeared a couple minutes later, his head bent and shoulders slightly hunched, avoiding the few photographers who had been waiting for him to leave the building. You wanted him to turn around. You wanted to see his face one last time, a final farewell. But perhaps for his sake, he didn't, and you watched as he retreated down the street and turned down the road out of sight.

On your last day in Rome, you found a note he'd written.

Harry had hidden it in one of the pockets of his favorite of your sweaters, though you weren't exactly sure when. It wasn't very long, and the note itself was no more than a scrap of paper, one you'd nearly thrown out by accident. But you would've recognized his handwriting anywhere, and fond memories of notes you used to find among your things kept you from throwing away the folded paper and opening it instead.

Perhaps in another life. Unless you change your mind in this one, H.

[rocketbaby]

Y'all will never believe what scenario I thought of

Izuku x Katsuki x (fem)reader

Tw: nsfw

Imagine being in a relationship with both izuku and katsuki.

They absolutely adore fucking you(and/or making out)at the same time,y'all always do it when you're all together.

Katsuki was down on his knees after he stripped you naked. Your panties were thrown away somewhere in the room. He got his face closer to your core and he could feel your scent from away. This man was hungry for pussy. He started eating you out like he was starving.

He was always a bit more on the aggressive side even when it comes to sex or making out.He doesn't take his time to just feel,he gets right to action. He eats you out hungrily,not giving you time to think about anything

While on the other, Izuku takes his time with you. While katsuki was eating you out like a mad man,he was right behind you. Your back was leaning against his chest. His mouth found it's way to the back of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin softly.

He always needs to praise you in some way and today wasn't any different.

"mhm you're doing so good,my love, taking Kacchan so well..you just love when he's so desperate for you,don't you, sweetheart?"

His mouth never leaves your skin,he gently grabs your chin and turns your head back so he can kiss you.

"..you're so pretty,baby..so beautiful"

He takes his time to feel you,to assure you're feeling good.

While izuku was kissing you, Katsuki was still eating you out, planning to make you finish before he could move further.

He was moving fast,his tongue sucking and licking wherever it could reach. And in the end he did make you cum,of course. There's honestly never been a time where he DIDN'T make you cum from this.

He absolutely loves giving pleasure even though you may not be able to tell. He loves seeing you feel good from something he had done.

Katsuki is honestly a bit jealous of izuku because he can never praise you or talk to you as sweetly as izuku can

Izuku places a warm soft kiss to the back of your neck. "You did so well baby,you came from just Kacchans mouth.. what a sweet girl you are"

He rubs your hips with care

"mmh..want you to cum f'me also.. please lemme make you feel good..wanna feel you baby"

His hand gently makes its way to your needy cunt. He slides in two fingers right off the bat. You were already wet from cumming before so he didn't need any lubrifiant.

Katsuki loved watching just the both of us having fun,he absolutely adored being included but he couldn't deny that he was getting off from just watching

"God you both are so fuckin hot like this,I have the best partners ever. Looking so fine and fuckable"

Izuku chuckles at his comment,he was always getting a little flustered whenever he'd say stuff like this. Izukus fingers move slowly and gently inside of you, taking his time to find what spot was feeling the best for you and he didn't need you to confirm that he found it. Your voice already gave it away. His fingers made their was so deep into your sweet spot and you let out the prettiest whimper they've heard.

"Fuck she's so fuckin beautiful.. whining and moaning and we didn't even stuffed her with cock yet"

Izuku chuckles again. He didn't want to let his comment get away

"oh shush,don't make me remind you of the time when you came from just me stroking you, like what? Twice?"

[bbyquokka]

nerd in love

– after a misunderstanding, jisung finally tells yn how he feels at his birthday party .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing | han jisung x fem reader

genre | mutual pining , fluff , uni au – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | she/her pronouns used ; mostly in jisung pov ; food and alcohol mentioned ; a lil suggestive at the end

words | 10.1k ~ ( 10,133 )

notes | well, here it is! i started this before my break (which is why its so late) but finished it during my break n i just wanted to post it bc im proud of this n i adore this version of jisung n the friendship dynamics !! :( don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

m.list — wips list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

your pen taps against the white, lined sheet of paper that has a few scribbles and doodles on. your cheek resting on your hand as you sigh a little in boredom. 

the professor has been groaning on and on about the same thing. you want to listen and take in the information as you know it's important, but your mind wanders and you start to daydream; making imaginary scenarios.

you'd imagine an alien suddenly abducting you because it heard your silent cries of boredom. you and the alien would become the best of friends, the alien showing you around it's space shuttle and inviting you to have some tea and cake before making friendship bracelets – because that's what humans do, right?

other times, you'd imagine a strong, buff greek god suddenly turning up in class. he'd walk to you and take your hand, claiming that you're his long lost bride, before carrying you bridal style and off into the sunset where you two would get married and have babies.

so caught up in your fake scenarios, you don't see that another student is now looking at you.

the student is sitting in front of you–his usual designated spot. black hair that's long and permed and covers his eyes. glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. dressed in a button up shirt and black jeans, paired with a few accessories and black doc marten boots.

“excuse me.” he whispers, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. ��you're making too much noise.” he frowns.

you snap out of your daydream and sit up straight, wiping the imaginary drool from your chin with the back of your hand.

“o-oh.. sorry jisung.” you laugh awkwardly. he tuts and rolls his eyes before facing the front. you scoff a little and sit back in your seat.

you don't have very many friends in university, a small handful but it's enough and you don't have very many enemies either, but since jisung started the same class as you, he's been cold towards you.

he's not like this with other people, just you–it's like he can't stand you.

but for some reason, his cold, mean demeanour just makes you want him and find him even more attractive.

it's not a kink of yours, to be spoken down to and degraded. in fact, you love having the attention on you and being treated kindly and gently so it's unknown to you why you find him so attractive.

“alright class! that's all for today. you're all dismissed.” the teacher says. you silently cheer, packing up your things in your backpack.

jisung rises to his feet and swings his bag onto his shoulder, letting it rest there before pulling out his phone. you both catch eye contact with each other.

“see you tomorrow?” you say politely and smile. jisung quickly looks away and mumbles something before walking out in a rush.

maybe you're still daydreaming, but you swore you could see the tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink. 

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“fuck, i’m so late!” you alternate between running and speed walking your way to your class. your alarm didn't go off this morning so when you finally awoke, it was up and out in a flash. “i'm so screwed!”

today is an important day. the teacher was going to go over a few things on a test that's due in a few weeks so you really needed to attend it to get an idea–but alas, here you are. hair disheveled, dried up drool on your chin and your socks mismatched with your backpack hanging off your shoulder.

you breathe a sigh of relief before stopping in front of the lecture hall doors. you take a deep breath and fix yourself up before reaching out to open the doors.

the doors suddenly swing open. the students exiting the hall. you stand in the middle of the students as they walk around you, engaging in conversations with their friends.

you frown in confusion, looking at the time on your phone. your eyes widen even more, bulging from the sockets.

“oh wow.. i really fucked up.” you were a lot later than you thought.

you look up to see jisung looking at his phone. today he's in a plain, black t-shirt and skinny jeans. a few chains hanging around his neck and converse.

“hey, ji!” you call out. he looks up at whoever is calling him before his face twists into disgust when he realises it's you. you ignore this, mainly because he rushes past you.

you frown and chase after him, trying to keep up with his speed–but he's too fast.

“hey! wait! i know you heard me, ji!!”

“don’t call me that. my name is jisung.” he mumbles.

“ok ok, sorry! just, i need help!” 

“find it elsewhere.” his tone of voice is cold towards you; like always. again, you ignore it.

“please, i’m desperate! my alarm didn't go off and i clearly missed class! i know it was super important too and–can you slow down and listen to me?!” you huff.

jisung lets out an irritated sigh and looks at you; phone in one hand, earphones in the other. he stops in the middle of the corridor and looks at you.

you bend down, hands on your knees to catch your breath. 

“you being late has nothing to do with me. it's your own fault for being late.” he says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“yeah, i know.”

“you fucked up and now you want my help? how could i possibly help you?”

“i need your notes.”

“my notes? fuck no.” 

“oh please, ji… sorry–jisung. i really, really need this.” you pout. jisung groans and rubs the back of his neck.

“ok, fine.” he sighs in defeat. you're taken aback by how easy it was for him to surrender his notes over to you; but you don't complain. he takes his notebook out of his bag and hands it to you. you cheer and open it up, looking at the notes.

his handwriting is beautiful. his notes are easy to follow, however, you've come to the realisation that looking at notes isn't going to be enough for you to get the information to stick in your mind.

“make sure to give it to me by the end of the day. i’m usually at the library.” he says as you flick through his notes. “if you can't find me, find minho. he's my roommate.” 

you don't respond due to the fact that so much information is causing your brain to go into information overload. jisung sighs again and, as he is about to walk away, you grab his arm.

“wait!” you make a quick mental note of how soft his skin is and how muscular he feels. jisung looks at your hand that's on him, feeling heat quickly rise to his cheeks and his heart to thumb erratically in his chest.

“your hand.” he whispers. you lean in close to get a better understanding of what he just said.

“pardon?”

“hand. your hand. please remove it.”

“oh!” you quickly remove your hand from him. jisung clears his throat and looks down, hoping that his long hair covers his face to hide the blush that's happily sitting on his cheeks.

you see it though and make a note of how adorable he looks. you feel your own heartbeat skipping beats and beating erratically but you put it down to you having to sprint to class.

“i don't think this will be enough.” you start. he looks up at you. “the notes.. i don't think it's going to be enough.”

“well, there's a library and also the internet. there’s this thing called google, so use that.”

“teach me.” his eyes widen in shock.

“t-teach you?! fuck no, yn!”

“please, jisung! just until the test is over! i really, really need this. i’m desperate and, although your notes are so perfect, it's going to take a lot more than notes for me to understand it!”

“then ask the tutor for a one-on-one! or ask your friend!!” he stutters in shock. his cheeks are now bright red.

“you know the tutor doesn't do one-on-ones and my friends don't even take this class! oh please, jisung. pleeeaseee. pretty pretty pleeease.” you pout, giving him puppy eyes.

“yn…”

“i’ll buy you your coffee everyday for a full month.”

“... just my coffee?”

“what sweet treat do you like?”

“...cheesecake.” he answers reluctantly.

“then coffee and cheesecake on me for a full month!” jisung runs his fingers through his hair slowly, a soft, defeated sigh leaving his lips as he contemplates.

“you really need this, huh.” you nod your head fast to the point of dizziness. “you drive a hard bargain, yn. but fine.”

you cheer and grin widely.

“on some conditions though.”

“what?”

“we study in the library, you don't be late and we only do this until the test is over! after that, i won't teach you anymore.”

“yes sir.” you salute. “oh, do you want my contact information? might make it easier to set up study dates.”

“study dates?” 

“yeah! i assume we have different schedules due to different classes, so it's better to text or call each other so we know when to meet up!”

“true.. ok, fine. give me.” you tell jisung your contact information. he phones you and you smile as you save his contact information.

“thank you so much, jisung! you're the best!” you say before sprinting off to find your friend leaving a flustered jisung bewildered in the middle of the corridor.

“study dates, huh.. i kinda like that.” 

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“dude, chill. you're just going to the library to study” jisung’s roommate laughs as he watches jisung scurrying around the place as he packs his bag. 

minho is relaxing on jisung’s bed, shirtless and in sweats with round glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose whilst eating an ice pop. him and jisung have been the best of friends since university started and he became jisung’s roommate.

since then, they've both been inseparable. many people speculate that something is going on between the two of them, indicating a relationship–minsung, they call them.

“i am chill.” jisung mumbles as he shoves in a few too many pens into his pencil case.

“yeah, suuuure.” minho laughs as he licks and sucks on his popsicle. “i’ve watched you run around the place like a headless chicken.”

“dude, please hush.” jisung looks at minho just as some sticky sweet ice drops onto minho's chest. he scoops it up with his fingers and eats it. jisungs sighs “do you have to eat that on my bed?”

“yeah. problem?” minho smirks

“yes. quite a few actually. you're going to get the sheets sticky!” jisung whines.

“not the first time i've heard that.” minho laughs at his own joke. jisung rolls his eyes but the corner of his lips turn upright into a smile as he holds back his laugh.

“you're disgusting.”

“yeah? and you're a mess right now, bro.” minho places the wooden popsicle stick on jisung's side table before swinging his legs around to plant his feet on the floor.

he stands and walks to jisung, ruffling his hair a few times.

“you're just going to study, that's all. it's not that big of a deal, bro. unless….” minho smirks and wiggles his brows at jisung.

“unless what? what are you implying, minho?” jisung says as he crosses his arms across his chest and raises his brow.

“unless you, oh i don't know, like her.” jisung's eyes widen a little and he clears his throat, turning his head to avoid eye contact with minho. “aha!! i knew it! you do like ‘em!”

“no, i don't. fuck off, minho.” jisung mumbles and rushes to his desk, messing and organizing a few things to ‘look busy.’

minho skips over to jisung with a smirk. “c’mon ji. we all know you've been smitten with yn since the very beginning. it's soooo obvious!”

“dude, please. i don't like her like that. and it's jisung–not ji!”

“ahuh. whatever you say, dude.” minho laughs. 

“plus, she probably doesn't like me in that way..” jisung mumbles before sighing softly.

“have you asked her that?”

“well… no but–”

“then how do you know?” 

“i just do, ok?! enough with the questions, minho. don't you have that media assignment to do or something?”

“nope.” minho says, popping the p in an obnoxious way. “all done, which means i am a free man.”

“no one is a ‘free man’ in university, minho.” jisung laughs. 

“ugh, you're right. even though one assignment is done, i still have a gazillion more.” minho runs his fingers through his long, shaggy hair. “speaking of which, i best start with at least one of them.”

“good luck, man. you'll do great.” jisung says sarcastically, paring it with a sarcastic grin.

“fuck you. good luck with yn, jisung.” minho turns around and walks out of jisung's bedroom. “hope you get laid!” he shouts.

“fuck you.” jisung laughs. minho sticks his middle finger up at jisung before laughing and closing his bedroom door.

with the last of his things packed, he zips up his back. he checks one last time in the mirror, fixing his hair and spraying his best perfume onto his neck. he puts his hand up to his mouth, huffing on it before sniffing. pulling a face, he grabs a mint and pops it into his mouth, sucking on it as he puts on his shoes and a leather jacket.

“it’s just a study thing. it's not that serious. calm down, jisung.” he mumbles as he laces up his shoes.

but he can't stop his heartbeat from thumping loudly against his ribcage and excitement to rush through his body. his excitement is so big, it makes him shake. 

“it’s not a big deal. she probably doesn't like you that way.” he continues to mumble in an attempt to calm himself down as he takes one last look in the mirror. a smile slowly creeps up onto his face and a small squeal escapes from the back of his throat.

“fuck! i’m so screwed.” 

minho hears this and laughs at his friend's excitement before putting on his headphones. if there's one thing minho loves, is seeing his best friend happy and over the moon. he just hopes he won't get hurt.

“cute.” minho says to himself before typing away at his keyboard. jisung leaves the bedroom and shouts a goodbye to minho before heading out to the library.

nervous doesn't describe how jisung is feeling. as he walks to the library, his legs start to feel like jelly and the urge to turn back strong the closer he gets to his destination. he hopes that you're not there first just so he has time to calm himself down.

he even tries to listen to music in hopes that it would calm him down somewhat. but the soothing sounds of violins and cellos do nothing (he even tried listen to a few seconds of whale noises but even that was useless)

“we’re just studying. nothing more.” he repeats under his breath as he walks inside the library.

the place is nicely decorated, modern with a hint of an historic touch. students at tables and little cubicles, headphones on and studying. some in groups, whispering as they do projects of various kinds. some making the most of how quiet it is to take a quick nap. the occasional rustling of snack packets paired with the occasional crunch breaks the silence every so often.

it's silent but it's lively.

jisung says a few hellos to some students he recognises (either from classes they take together or them being minho's friends) as he searches the area for you.

his heart thumping as he searches. he silently cheers when he can't see you because he has a chance to calm down, but, as he walks to an empty table at the very back of the room, his victory is cut short as he sees you sitting there; ready and waiting.

you have your back to him (and to everyone else) and you're hunched over your notebook. jacket resting on the back seat with your bag on the floor, by your side. jisung takes a quick, small peek over your shoulder to see what you're doing only to see small, quick doodles on the page from boredom.

his heart swells a little as it's another thing he's learnt about you. just when he thinks you couldn't get any more perfect.

“hey, yn.” he whispers only to realise that you won't hear him no matter how many times he calls for you due to the music that's blasting from your earphones. he makes a quick mental note of who you're listening to before trying to get your attention again.

“hey, yn.” he places his hand on your shoulder to which you jump at, causing jisung to jump at your reaction. you look behind you as you take out your earbuds, sighing in relief.

“jesus, jisung. you frightened me.” 

“sorry, yn. i didn't mean to.”

“no, it's ok. my music may have been a little too loud.” you laugh as you put them away and jisung sits next to you on one of the chairs.

“you know you'll get tinnitus if you keep doing that.” 

“yeah… i know. it's a bad habit but music sounds better loud, y‘know!” jisung nods in agreement before pulling out his notebook and pencil case.

you watch him lean down. you take the time to admire him. his hair soft and fluffy. you have to resist the urge to run your fingers through it. a faint smell of strawberries and flowers emits from his hair; a sickly sweet yet pleasant smell.

his skin is dewy and perfect; not a blemish in sight. a beauty mark sits close to his lips. it's a small mark so it's no wonder you never recognised it before.

you notice the way his biceps bulge and flex with every motion of his arms. the chains from his neck dangle a little and his aftershave wafts towards you and tickles your nose hairs.

“you smell so good.“ you mumble. jisung looks at you.

“excuse me?”

“you smell so fucking good.” you repeat and lean in close to him. your hair tickles his jawline and chin as you smell the skin of his neck. “what do you use?”

“...i–urm, i don't know. i just picked it up when i was shopping.” you hum and nod. jisungs soft cheeks slowly start to feel very hot. “personal space, yn. ever heard of it?”

“oh!! sorry. my bad. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” you laugh awkwardly as a awkward silence falls upon you both.

jisung turns his head away from you so you can't see him but his cheeks are very red and hot as his heart beats fast. 

you were so close to him. so very, very close. he thought he was going to have a heart attack. he could smell you and to him, you smell so delicious and sweet; like vanilla cheesecake. 

“this is not good for my heart.” he mumbles to himself. 

“by the way” you begin. jisung looks at you. you slide a cold coffee and cheesecake in the middle of you both. “told you i’d stick to my end of the bargain.”

“i didn't expect you to do it so soon, yn. it's only the first session.”

you shrug. “a deals a deal.” jisung takes the cheesecake and coffee, sipping on it and humming softly as the bitter, cold taste coats his tastebuds and the caffeine enters his system.

“i didn't know what flavoured cheesecake you like so i hope it's ok.”

“what flavour is it?”

“strawberry”

“mhm, not bad.”

“you don't like strawberry?” you say with a small pout. he shrugs.

“it's fine. not the worst. but it's too sweet for me. i’m a vanilla kinda guy.”

“aah, ok. i’ll make a mental note of that.” you say as you tap your temple, laughing softly. jisung lets out a small puff of air from his nose. you see the corner of his lips curl into a small and that makes you feel like he's accepted you.

“now, enough chitchat. i actually want to be done in a decent time so, let's begin?”

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“sooooo” jisung looks up at minho, his chopsticks half hanging from his mouth, resting on his bottom lip.

the smell of spicy, instant ramen fills the air. minho cooked some food for the two of them as they have both been studying hard for upcoming tests and assignments. 

instant ramen with a slice of cheese on top. rice cakes, fish cakes and other yummy goodnesss swim in the broth. the kitchen looks a mess, pots and pans scattered everywhere–it contributes to the rest of the dorm with the various clothing and shoes scattered around.

“soooo…” jisung repeats, eyebrows raised. his bangs are tied back in a pink hair tie (your pink hair tie), a white vest top and sweats on his body. minho is also in sweats but with an anime print t-shirt and a sanrio clip to hold back his bangs and a pore strip on his nose; getting tighter and tighter by the second.

“have you asked her yet?”

“asked her what?” jisung takes some noodles and a fish cake, putting them on a small, separate plate before grabbing some kimchi.

“dude.” minho rolls his eyes and lets out a long, irritable groan. “for being smart, you sure are dumb.”

“you're just dumb through and through.” jisung smiles playfully as minho sticks his middle finger up at his best friend.

“fuck you.” minho takes a rice cake that's soaked in the ramen broth. he chews it, the sound of sticky, chewy rice cake emits from his mouth. “anyways! have you asked yn about the party?”

jisung lets out a slow grunt. “not this again, minho.” 

“what?!” minho says with a shrug as he continues to chew and talk.

“i already told you, and eeeeveryone else. i don't want a party or anything of the sort, minho. i just want it to be a nice, quiet day.” jisung’s eyes drift to the half chewed rice cake that's being tossed around in minho's mouth. he pulls a face in disgust. “and can you please not talk with your mouth full?”

“you're such a prude.” minho rolls his eyes but swallows his food regardless. “anyways, you know me, changbin and chan won't let you have a quiet birthday!”

“yeah, no shit.” jisung rolls his eyes as he slurps on his noodles. he wipes his mouth with a napkin before munching on some kimchi. “still don't understand why you all decided to plan a birthday party without my knowledge knowing full well i said no in the beginning.”

“dude, you're so boring.” minho jests. “it's your birthday!” he emphasise. “you're supposed to have a party, eat lots of cake and junk. drink beer, hang out with friends and maybe, get laid.”

he wiggles his eyebrows at jisung and laughs softly. with a heavy sigh, jisung puts his chopsticks down.

“no matter what, you're going to go through with this, aren't you?” 

“yup!” minho obnoxiously pops the P. “plus, things have already been ordered and organised for it. we already have a few people who confirmed they're attending.”

“who?”

“mhm–” minho puts down his chopsticks and thinks, looking at the ceiling as he does. “felix from fashion design. hyunjin from art. seungmin from business studies and jeongin who is also from fashion design.”

“how do you know all these people?”

“well, unlike some–” minho's eyes widen as he looks at jisung, indicating he's talking about him in particular “–some of us actually get out. plus, chan is like a social butterfly and changbin is charismatic. put them two together and well, people can't say no.”

“yeah, true. i remember when they begged me to work on a track or something for their music assignment.” 

“they both practically dragged you to do it.” minho laughs.

“only because you told them i said yes without me knowing about the situation!”

“because i knew you'd say no! you have a talent for this stuff, jisung. don't let it go to waste.”

“thanks.” he mumbles, hanging his head low in embarrassment and awkwardness.

“is that… is that a blush i see?!” minho smirks.

“me? blush? for you?! hell no!” jisung frowns. “the ramen is spicy, that's all.”

“dude… it's mild.”

“...fuck you.”

“so, are you going to ask yn or nah?”

“if it gets you and everyone else off my back, then sure”

“good. make sure you do!” jisung opens and closes his hand, mimicking minho's yapping.

“yeah yeah yeah. can we stop talking about this party and eat?”

“just looking out for ya, man. i know how much you like ‘em!” 

“i know. i appreciate it, minho.” minho nods and continues eating the ramen. jisung, on the other hand, is now lost in thought.

how the hell is he going to get the courage to ask you something like that?

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the study sessions are slowly coming to end. you kept up with your end of the deal, providing jisung with an endless amount of coffees and cheesecakes whilst he has provided you with an endless amount of insights.

one thing you have learnt about him is that he is smart. he knows how to do things with just a quick glance. he's good at explaining things so it's not confusing. 

you've been stuck on a problem for some time and no amount of teachers advice and youtube videos helped you. all it took was five minutes of jisung explaining the solution and it clicked.

today, however, you are alone in the library. jisung messaged you to let you know that he wasn't going to make it. you felt sad and a little heartbroken–you’ve become so accustomed to jisung's presence that you feel a little cold and lonely right now.

you can't concentrate. the music you're blasting down your ears isn't helping either. the text in your book is slowly starting to merge into one big splooge of text. the information just isn't getting through to you and it's frustrating.

you sit back in your seat and sigh as you take your headphones off and throw them on the table. 

“this is pointless.” you mumble. “i can't concentrate. maybe i should just skip it.”

you take your phone and browse through social media before subconsciously opening up the food app. your mouth salivates as you look at the various burgers, fries, pizza and sweet treats–and then your stomach growls.

“maybe i’m just hungry. that's why i can't concentrate.” you pack your things and head to the university cafeteria. the menu looks dull so you settle on a simple sandwich and drink.

the cafeteria is packed. the atmosphere is buzzing with the endless chatter of students. you take your seat and pick up your sandwich.

it's a standard ham salad sandwich with some dressing on. the slices of ham and lettuce (too much lettuce for that matter), tomatoes and other salad stuff squished together by two slices of thick, white bread, smothered in dressing.

you take a few bites. it's ok. it's not bad but you've had better. the bread is a little dry for your liking but the dressing takes that away. you open the cap of your bottled drink and take a few swigs to help wash it down.

“what do we have here?” you turn your head in the direction of the voice–that thick aussie accent you know all too well.

“ew. go away chan. you're disturbing my peace.” 

“charming. don't think that's something you should say to someone you haven't seen in a while.” he says with a pout as he walks to your table and sits down. he's joined by another man, a friend of his, perhaps. he sits opposite you.

“and whose fault is that, huh? maybe if you answered my calls or texts every once in a while.”

“sorry, yn. i’m just a busy man, y’know.” chan grins as he leans back in his seat, brimming with confidence.

“yeah. too busy being the campus whore.”

“blah blah blah. least i’m getting some.” he elbows you in the side a few times. “what are you getting, huh?” he jests.

“a degree? y'know that thing i came here for in the first place.”

“oh ha ha. very funny, yn.” chan mocks, rolling his eyes at you before stealing your sandwich and taking a bite.

the male opposite you clears his throat as a way of telling you both “hi, i’m still here.”

“oh! yn, this is minho. minho, yn.” minho's eyes widen a little and his lips twitch into a small smile.

“so, you're yn. nice to put a face to the name.“ he grins.

“you know me?” you blink a few times in confusion.

“i’m jisung’s roommate.” you mentally slap yourself. of course!

“oh my god. i’m so sorry. i didn't realise! i’m so bad with names.” you whine. minho laughs and brushes it off.

“and how do you know jisung, yn?” chan says with a mouthful of food; your food to be exact. you glare at him, daggers darting out of your eyes and straight into chan as you snatch your sandwich back off him.

“jisung’s my private tutor as of right now.”

“oh.” chan nods before his eyes suddenly light up. he looks at minho for confirmation. “wait, hold up.”

minho nods and smirks. “nah. really?!” you watch the two men talk in code as they communicate by facial expressions and a stings of “ohs” and “yeahs”

“uh, hello. i’m still here!” minho laughs softly.

“sorry, yn.” you shrug it off and eat your sandwich. “how do you two know each other by the way. chan has never mentioned you before.”

“good. keep it that way.” you say coldly, mainly aiming it at chan. chan pouts and nuzzles into you, head on shoulder. he looks at you with puppy eyes and a pout.

“aww. don't be like that, bestie. you secretly love me.” you flick his forehead.

“me and chan are childhood friends. haven't been able to get rid of him since.” chan smiles at your sweet implication. “he's like a parasite. or a fruit fly in the summer.” his smile drops and now, it's your turn to give chan a big, sarcastic grin–teeth and all.

“rude.” he mumbles. you shrug and finish off your sandwich. 

“so, jisung is your tutor.” minho speaks. you nod.  “are you attending his party?” 

“party? what party?” you look at chan and minho. minho sighs a little and runs his fingers through his hair.

“i warned him.” he mumbles under his breath in irritation before looking at you and smiling softly. “me, chan and a few others are organising a birthday party for jisung.”

“his birthday is coming up?!” your eyes widen. “when? i should get him a gift”

“14th.”

“14th?! that's pretty soon.” you mumble.

“jisung told me he would invite you.” you shake your head no. minho rubs the back of his neck. “well, this is awkward.” 

“it’s ok. maybe he has his reasons as to why he didn't mention it to me. no biggie.” you say with a smile. minho nods before a few minutes of silence dawn upon the three of you.

“out of curiosity.” you break the silence. “how is jisung in general?” minho tilts his head to the side. “it's just he seems so….” you think for a second, thinking of the right (and nice) word to use “... cold towards me.”

“cold?” 

“mhm. he seems so bitter towards me and i don't know why. we barely even talked in class but when we did, he would always tell me i’m making too much noise and to hush.” you slowly start to feel slightly irritated. 

“jisung is fine with me.” he says with a. shrug. “he's pretty chill around me.” you huff.

“i know he can be friendly because whenever i see him in the corridors talking to someone, he smiles and is so friendly!”

“what’s he likes now, yn?”

“well, now that we've been spending more time with each other, he's… i don't know… avoiding me to some degree? he won't make eye contact with me. he doesn't like it when i touch him.”

chan raises his brow and looks at minho, both men thinking the same thing. chan puts you in a gentle headlock and ruffles your hair.

“hey!! get off me!!” you push chan a few times, using all your strength to make him release you.

“you're pretty naive, yn.” chan laughs, continuing to ruffle your hair. he ignores your screams and yells, minho laughing at the two of you.

finally, chan let's you go. you push him with all the strength you have left before fixing your hair and glaring at him. chan pouts and nuzzles into you once again.

“i’m sorry, yn. forgive me?” he puckers his lips and makes kissing noises, edging closer and closer to you. you hold him at arm's length.

“ok ok!! just quit doing that!!” chan laughs and pats your head gently.

as fast as he was in the cafeteria, jisung is soon out of it after seeing you and chan, with nothing but festering jealousy in his stomach.

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you bounce through the library to your designated spot at the very back, coffee and cheesecake in each hand with your bag swinging on your shoulder.

jisung is there, punctual, as always. but something seems a little off. the air around him seems thick and suffocating–dark even. 

“hey!” your cheerful voice ringing in his ears, making his heart beat fast. you sit next to him and slide over the coffee and cheesecake.

today he's dressed in a yellow and orange flannel shirt and white tank-top. black jeans and boots to accommodate. a few of his nails are painted in black, chipping from wear and tear.

he gives you a cold nod of the head. you frown a little but choose to ignore it as you take your books and pens out of your bag.

“so, what's the plan for today?” jisung shrugs. “...ok, well how about we go over that question i was struggling with?”

“k” he reluctantly moves closer to you. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wafts towards you and tickles your nostrils, making you let out a small hum of satisfaction.

“you smell good, jisung.”

“mhm, thanks.” you let out a silent sigh. something is wrong with him and you don't know why. is it something you've done? something you haven't done? 

jisung is being very dry and sour with you. his usual method of teaching you is that he would go into detail and repeat until you'd understand it, today, however, he's very short and sharp.

“i don't understand.” you say. jisung sighs, a long irritated sigh. you bite your lip, thinking that you've done something to hurt him in any possible way.

“what don't you get?”

“all of it…” he sighs again and rubs his face. his eyebrows furrow together in irritation. the jealousy he is feeling in his stomach is festering, becoming more and more intense.

every time he looks at you, he is reminded of the way you and chan were together. he hates that. how could you fall for someone like chan? he thought you were better than that. his head swimming with negative and harsh thoughts.

before he can stop himself, the words just spill without any control. “why don't you get chan to do it for you.”

you blink. “chan? what does he have to do with this?”

“i mean, you two are close are you not?”

“i mean.. well, yeah, i guess.” you shrug. “he does get on my nerves sometimes though. he is such a pain! but he's a good gu–”

“i thought you were better than that, yn.’ he spits.

“the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you feel the bubbling of rage in your stomach as you stare at jisung, who stares at you back. the jealousy has consumed his body and it's too late to back out now.

“as in, i thought you had standards. chan? of all people? he's a whore, yn. everyone knows that he sleeps around on campus and you chose him?!”

“i don't appreciate the way you're talking about him, jisung.”

“it’s the truth, yn! and you know it so why are you with him?! you can do sooo much better than him!!”

“oh yeah?” you challenge. “then who is good for me, mhm? please, enlighten me?” 

jisung freezes. he looks away and chews his bottom lip. you scoff and pack your things in a hurry.

“i don't have to listen to this bullshit. you've been in a shit mood with me this whole time, which is fine. everyone has bad days. what's not ok, however, is you taking it out on me and bad mouthing the people i care about.” you stand up, swinging your bag onto your shoulder. jisung stares at one spot of the desk, burning holes into it. “text me when you're in a better mood.”

you walk out, leaving jisung to think about what he has just done.

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“jisunggggg. sungieeee. knock, knock. let me innn!” the sound of minho's high-pitched, cheery voice irritates jisung to the bone. he lets out a slow and irritated groan, hot puffs of air slowly exhaling from his nostrils.

he pushes his glasses up his nose and runs his fingers through his unwashed hair. sitting at his desk in the same baggy band t-shirt and sweats from a few days ago, he checks his phone for the nth time, only to be disappointed.

he hasn't spoken to you nor seen you since that day. in class, it's worse. he's tried to catch your eye a few times, smiling when he does, only for you to turn away. he spent days loathing in his own self pity, locking himself up in his room and only coming out for food, bathroom breaks and class.

minho has had enough. not only is jisung's mood ruining the atmosphere, but minho has no idea as to what happened that day. he was home when jisung came back to the dorm, looking like he was on the verge of tears. 

when he asked, jisung always gave the same answer of “mind your own business.”–and he has; for several days now.

“let me in, jisung.” the repetitive sounds of minho's knuckles against the wood door cause jisung's stomach to bubble more intensely with anger–until he finally snaps.

he rushes to the door and swings it open, brows furrowed together. minho's smug grin makes him foam at the mouth.

“what part of leave me alone don't you understand, minho?” jisung's words dripping with poison. minho shrugs it off.

“all of it.” he pushes past jisung, making himself at home in his bedroom. jisung has no time to protest, all he can do is watch his best friend jump on his bed and rest on his back, arms behind his head.

with a heavy sigh, jisung walks back to his desk. he turns his back on him, hoping that if he ignores his friend, he will get bored and eventually leave. minho watches his friend pick up and put down his phone several times to the point where minho feels irritated by it.

“so?” minho starts

“so?” jisung repeats

“going to tell me what's happened? haven't seen you this down in a while.”

“nope. i'm good.”

“you can't keep moping around the place, jisung.”

“i can and i will.” minho groans and stands up, walking out of the bedroom. jisung mentally cheers only for it to be cut short when minho throws his jacket at jisung.

“put it on.” it's more of a demand than a sentence, but nonetheless, jisung obliges because if he doesn't, minho will force it on him.

“where are we going?”

“to the cafe.” minho puts on his shoes, jisung following suit.

“aah, dude.. i don't really fe–”

“shut up, we're going to the cafe whether you want to or not. a change of scenery might cheer your moody ass up because, to be quite honest, i’m tired of seeing your gloomy ass face.” he looks at jisung who is frowning at him. “in the nicest way possible, of course.”

jisung rolls his eyes before following minho to the local (and one of his favourite) cafes. 

it's a small, local café with an old fashioned sense of style to it. the tables and chairs are worn. cushions on the chairs losing their stuffing and the tables scratched and chipped. the décor is outdated, indicating that the café has been there for quite a few years; but it feels like home to some.

the bell above the door chimes as minho and jisung walk in. they walk to the counter and say their orders before taking their lunch and drinks and sitting at a table.

jisung takes a sip of the coffee. he feels the ice cold beverage trickling down his esophagus and into his empty stomach. minho munches on his chicken salad sandwich, watching his friend look in his drink and ponder.

“i fucked up.” jisung mumbles, lost in thought. the more he thinks about you, the more he can feel the tears threaten to spill down his cheeks. minho tilts his head to the side and as he is about to open his mouth and encourage his friend to continue, a familiar sound in the form of a laugh causes jisung's head to shoot up and look in that direction.

his eyes widen. he feels relief and happy to see a smile finally on your face; but then that same, the green monster in the form of jealousy parks itself on his shoulder and starts whispering in his ear.

minho watches jisung's jaw muscles clench. his facial expression goes from relief to jealousy. minho follows jisung's gaze and raises his brow at the sight of you and chan.

chan is being his usual, goofy self. he's telling you typical dad jokes and being a little grotest by telling you his latest hook-up details. you push him by the arm and roll your eyes, sipping your coffee in the process. chan continues to joke around with you, play fighting a little by wrapping his arm around the back of your neck loosely and rubbing the top of your head with his knuckles.

“i can't fucking stand this.” jisung mutters bitterly under his breath. minho turns and looks at his friend who is green with jealousy.

“stand what?”

“seeing someone as precious and innocent as yn be with someone like chan!” minho blinks a few times.

“what do you… jisung, what do you think yn and chans relationship is?”

“isnt it obvious? they're going out!” minho gives jisung a few blank stares and blinks before bursting out into laughter, choking on his own saliva in the process. “what?!” 

jisungs cheeks flush red with embarrassment but also with anger. his own friend laughing at his statement, finding amusement in his sorrows.

“are you serious? please tell me you're joking?” minho stutters through his giggles.

“dead serious.” jisung says, deadpan. “don't you see the way they are with each other? i saw you all the other day, in the cafeteria! chan's arm around yn and them being all…. lovey!!” 

“oh my god.” minho calms himself down. “you really are serious!”

“i told you! i even asked yn about it and well… it didn't go so well.”

“is that why you've been so moody and upset lately?” jisung nods his head slowly, feeling some type of guilt. minho sighs heavily, wondering how he can soften the blow of the news he's about to give his best friend.

“jisung…” minho starts. “yn and chan are not dating.” jisung's face drops.

“excuse me?”

“they're not dating. they're just childhood best friends. apparently they've known each other since they were kids. “

“so you're telling me.. that i got it all wrong when i saw you three in the cafeteria?“ minho slowly nods whilst giving a sympathetic smile. jisung sits back in his seat in disbelief. “why did chan never mention yn?! fuck, i fucked up… i really, really fucked up…” 

“oh, c’mon. it can't be that bad.” minho tries to lighten the situation.

“dude. i told her i thought she had standards! i called her best friend a whore!”

“i mean, chan is a whore. he knows he is and he doesn't hid–”

“dude, please.” jisung interrupts. “not right now.” minho shrugs and sips his coffee whilst jisung rubs his face whilst groaning. “what do i do?”

“well.” minho puts down his coffee. “you make it right. admit you were in the wrong. explain how you were a jealous lil guy because you like her and that you fucked up.”

“and how do i do that? she’s been avoiding me for weeks and it’s not like i can go up to her right now and be like oh hey yn, sorry i called your best friend a whore oh, by the way, i like you.” jisung mocks himself in a high pitched voice, his face turning red in frustration.

“you're so dramatic.” minho rolls his eyes with a soft, yet heavy sigh. “for a smart guy, you're pretty dumb too.”

“pft, am not!” jisung scoffs and folds his arms across his chest. “... only when it comes to stuff like this.” he mumbles. “i just… don't know what to do or how to fix it. i really, really like her, minho.”

“ok? and? what do you want me to do about it? there's no point telling me about your feelings for yn. i'm not the one that fucked up and then decided to hold myself up in my room to drown in my own self-pity.” minho says with a shrug.

to the outside world, minho's words sound harsh but to jisung, it's a reality check. 

he sighs softly for the nth time as he glances over at you. he watches you laugh and smile with chan, soaking in your beauty and the way you glow with happiness. 

“to make it easier for you.” minho breaks the few seconds of silence between the two, feeling a little responsible for his friend in need. “i may have mentioned your birthday party to yn.”

“what?! why?”

“bro, you weren't going to mention it! so i just.. did you a favour.” minho shrugs, a smug look on his face.

“... is she coming?”

minho shrugs. “dunno. she seemed interested at least but this was before you called her best friend a whore so–”

“that was an accident. i didn't mean to.. i just got too–”

“worked up? jealous perhaps?” minho says, or rather states, with a raised brow. jisung hums and nods his head slowly, teeth chewing on his bottom lip. 

minho chews on his straw as he watches his friend think. he can see the cogs turning in jisung's skull. jisung is inexperienced when it comes to relationships so seeing him like this, brings minho slight amusement.

“look, jisung. if she turns up, you approach her and apologise whilst also telling her how you feel.” minho holds his hand up to jisung who is just about to protest but is quick to close his mouth and listen. “if she doesn't turn up, you find her the next day, apologise and tell her how you feel. heck, text her if you have to!”

“dude… you know i can't do that!”

“ok. then you have the other option, which is to keep wallowing in your self pity and watch yn from the sidelines.” minho shrugs. “i don't know dude. be the main character for once. you clearly like her so take the chance.”

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jisung's birthday rolled around. you haven't heard nor spoken to him since the argument so you didn't originally plan on turning up to his birthday party; but chan being chan is forcing you to go as his plus one.

“is this ok?” you smooth down your party outfit as you present yourself to chan. chan is sitting at your dressing table, dressed in blue, skinny jeans, a compression shirt that hugs and molds his muscles and combat boots. a silver chain around his neck, earrings in one ear and a few rings on his fingers.

he looks up from his phone and smirks playfully. he wolf whistles at you to which you scoff and roll your eyes at.

“looking good there, yn.”

“really? i threw this together at the last minute.’

“you look great, don't worry. you're gonna knock ‘em dead.” chan laughs.

“i really don't want to go, chan.” you groan.

“weeeell, too late. you're coming with me to this party, even if i have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you there.”

chan has heard about your little argument with jisung from minho. the two of them had a drink together during the week and chan listened to minho vent about jisung.

once minho mentioned the fight did it all come together. you've been feeling down and withdrawn, not knowing what to do or how to deal with your feelings. you've put on a fake smile and basically faked your way through the weeks–but chan has known you for years so he can see through you, he just didn't want to press you.

you'll come to him when the time is right; you always do.

“do i have to?” you ask for the nth time whilst putting on your shoes. chan laughs at your contradicting actions and shakes his head before standing up.

“yes, you do. it'll be fun and hopefully, it'll lift your spirits.” you pout.

“i have been a little moody lately, haven't i?” chan raises his brows and scoffs.

“a little!? pur-lease! i thought knives were going to spawn out of your eyes at one point.”

“mhm.. i’m sorry chan. it's just been a long couple of weeks with a lot of thinking.” you sigh softly. chan elbows your side gently.

“hey. let's not think about that right now. let's go to this party, have a couple of drinks and a dance, yeah?” you nod slowly.

“not like i have a say in this.”

“that's my girl. now.” chan grabs your hand gently and pulls you to the front door. “let's go have some fuuuun!!!”

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it's loud. the bass of the music rings in your ears and shakes the ground beneath you.

it smells. the stench of stale cigarettes, sweat and alcohol tickles your nostrils and causes you to feel lightheaded and nauseous.

you've tried several times to turn away and head back but chan was always right there.

chan abandoned you to go chat up some girls so you're sat on the sofa, surrounded by people making out, drinking or passing out (if they haven't already)

you hold your red, plastic solo cup which is filled halfway with some punch. the smell is pungent and the taste is awful. it's too strong for your liking so you take small, delicate sips.

as the night rolls on, you have yet to see jisung. not that you want to but, it would help you feel some comfort and less suffocated to see a familiar face.

you glance at your phone screen. 11:20 pm. it's soon time for you to leave. you don't want to be here any longer than you have to and considering that chan has left you alone, you don't feel the need to be here any more.

you stand up from the couch to walk to the kitchen. you shimmy your way in and out of crowds of people who are dancing, talking or making out with someone that they won't remember tomorrow.

you pour your drink down the sink and throw away your empty cup. as you're about to turn and leave, a familiar voice is heard from behind.

“yn. hi.”

you turn on your heels and a sense of relief washes over you as you come face to face with a face you've been longing to see (even if you don't want to admit it)

you forget why you're so angry at him for a split second. his beauty never fails to make you feel star struck and silently go “wow.” but then you remember.

“hi.” you reply coldly.

“can i talk to you?” he shouts, hoping his voice isn't drowned out by the music.

“not right now. i was just about to leave.” you walk past him to leave. jisung grabs your arm gently to stop you. you look at him and he is quick to remove his hand.

“please? just… let me explain…” he chews his bottom lip, his brows scrunched together in the middle. you think for a second and sigh softly, nodding slowly.

“ok. fine. but make it quick.” you swear you see the corner of jisung's lips curl into a subtle smile, his eyes lighting up a little. he beckons you to follow him so you do.

you follow him outside. compared to inside, where it's hot and humid, the harsh, cold night air is refreshing and soothes your damp skin.

“look.” he starts as he stops walking to turn to you. “i know i was a complete asshole.” you scoff but don't say anything. “it's just… aah fuck, how do i say this.”

you watch jisung slowly become flustered. the tips of his ears turn red, his hands clammy as he shakes a little. he shuffles on his feet to shift his weight and avoids eye contact with you.

“fuck.. this is so hard… minho said it'd be easy once i get talking but fuck minho.” jisung rambles to himself. the anger you felt slowly disappears and is replaced with… joy? 

your stomach feels a little bubbly and tingly with excitement as you watch this nerd, whom you've grown so accustomed to, become easily flustered and shy because of you.

“just say what's on your mind, jisung.” you say with a shrug. his eyes flicker at you for a second before looking to the ground.

“ok.. well…” he takes a deep breath. ”i like you and i always have and the reason why i got so pissed and called chan a whore, who i later found out was your childhood best friend, was because i was jealous of how close he was to you and i saw red and i didn't mean it. in fact, i've been cooped up in my bedroom in my own self-pity because i'm a coward and i don't deserve someone as wonderful as you and i’m really sorry. can you forgive me for being a lil silly?”

you blink at him several times. jisung dared take a breath during his little speech so all the information that has suddenly been laid on you, isn't going through your head right now.

“ah fuck.. i fucked up again, haven't i?” jisung shakes, his voice wavering as it breaks the tension in the air. his nerves shaking his body as a shaky hand picks at the skin around his fingernails. “god i knew i shouldn't have said anything. why did i take minho's dumb advice.”

“i… i don't know what to say, jisung. it's all so much.” you say in pure shock.

“oh, that's ok! i’m not looking for an answer right now. please, take your time. i just wanted you to know my true feelings and why i acted out. the last thing i want is for you to feel forced.”

“so let me get this straight. the reason you acted out is because you got jealous of chan, thinking that we were dating?” you watch jisung slowly nod his head, his cheeks turning pink; whether that's from embarrassment or from the harsh cold air. “and that you.. like me?”

jisung nods again. “silly, right?” he laughs, trying to soothe himself of the raging anxiety that's heavy in his heart and stomach.

“no.. no! not at all. i think it's kinda… cute.” 

“cute?”

“yeah. i mean, well, being away from you has got me thinking about me, you and well.. us and how i feel.” jisung walks closer to you, closing the gap between you both.

“and how do you feel, yn?” you swallow a little. the atmosphere has suddenly shifted between you both. jisung is close to you, his body daring to press against you.

you can see every detail of his honey skin under the faint moonlight. the cold breeze sweeps between his hair strands. a faint hint of cinnamon and apple from his aftershave tickles and hugs your nose making you inhale deeply for more.

“at first, i was angry at you. i didn't understand why you were so angry. but i spoke to chan about it and during the conversation, he made me realise something.”

“what?” jisung encourages. he gingerly places his hands on your waist, unsure and testing the waters. his touch is as light as a feather and when you don't push him away, his grip becomes firm. 

“that maybe, i like you too and i have for the longest time. i just never realised it because i thought you hated me but, when we spent all that time together, i started to notice the smallest of things about you and i found them to be so cute. but they're cute because it's you.” 

you slowly run your hands up his chest to his shoulder. his breath hitches and body trembles from your touch. with more confidence, jisung pulls your body flush against his own, closing the gap completely.

“so, you like me too?” his voice dips to a whisper. you hum and nod slowly. “do you have any idea how happy that makes me?”

“why don't you show me.” you whisper against his lips, teasing him by brushing yours against his slowly and gently. they feel soft and plump, kissable even. 

“you're playing a dangerous game, yn. you have no idea how long i've wanted you.”

“show me.” you whisper again, furthering your teasing by ever so lightly licking his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue.

“fuck.” jisung groans. his lips crash against yours in a heated kiss that's filled with longing. your eyes widen a little but are quick to flutter close. you melt into the kiss, the both of you becoming synchronised instantly.

you tilt your head to the side a little to allow jisung to deepen the kiss. he licks your bottom lip and you part your lips slowly.

his tongue slides in to meet yours and you're in a battle of dominance that you lose. jisung's hot kisses make you melt and crave for more. you forget about your surroundings, forget where you are. everything is a buzz in your ears and you can only focus on you, jisung and how your body is tingling and twitching.

jisung is the first to pull away. he pants heavily, his own body trembling with excitement. 

“wow.” you hum in agreement. as soon as his lips are off yours, you want them back on you again; whether that's on your own lips or on your body, you don't care as long as you get to feel the softness again.

“is this real?” he asks.

“it's real.” you respond, giggling softly. “and i’m not drunk either so.”

“so, what does this make us?” jisung cautiously asks. he wants to have an idea of what you two are slowly becoming. he wants to make sure you're both on the same page.

“whatever you want us to be, jisung.”

“well, i want you to be mine. i want to show you off to the world, proudly. i want everyone to know that you belong to me. i want to spend every single second of the day with you and during the night, i want to spend every single second caressing your body from head to toe. i want to soak myself in every single bit of detail from your body. i want to drown you in pleasure and my love.” 

you swallow and let out a small, shaky breath at the implications behind his words. your body trembles with excitement and anticipation from where tonight is going to end and for the future with jisung.

“then.. shall we go ditch the party and go back to mine? because i want that too.” with a fast nod of the head, jisung holds your hand and is quick to make way to yours.

“let's go and let's be quick. i want to make you mine, in more ways than one.”

[cvnt4him]

Hey baby! It’s me Angel!

Could I get anything for izuku with a big girl reader? No one really writes anything about that😭 because I know this mother fucker would literally want to drowning in thighs as big as him. Like…Thigh fucking, right between them. And love to watch how our bully, ass, thighs, and more when he fucks us senseless 🍬

Skipped over every other req just for this one, I'm lit dying trying to write these damn part twos but I'm shutting those shits DEOWN just for this one thing.

angel my sweet, this is for you.

Izuku is such a sweetie pie he loves you so fucking much no doubt about it. Now it's no surprise or secret that izuku is a fucking slut. A dirty little perverted creep who adores you, he'd always been that way even before you started dating. The way he'd watch you unintentionally and start accidentally following you around without your knowledge.. it isn't stalking though!!

He would also try to be as close to you as possible to memorize your scent so he could use the memory to jack off to.. but it's out of love! you wouldn't mind right? Izuku just can't help that when he sees the way your uniform would hug your body so tightly his cock twitched in his pants! It's not his fault, honest!

Being with you for years to come has been an honest achievement to him. He was so happy and elated that you finally decided to be his! He loved everything about you! From your tummy, thick thighs, arms all of it! He loves kissing your chubby cheeks and tracing your stretch marks with his fingers. You were simply a delectable being in his eyes, he wouldn't ask you to change for anything!

As much as izuku loves you, he also can't help the lust that takes over for you. You've been together for a long time now, since highschool, throughout college and even in your newer adulthood years. You've gotten more than comfortable with each other and there are things that you do now that you didn't do when you first started dating for example, walking around half naked.

You walk around in some short shorts or sometimes just underwear, maybe underwear and a bra maybe just a shirt with no underwear or bra. You being your most raw and comfortable self with izuku turns him on to a devious extent.

No joke, despite being with you he can't help but to touch himself when you're not around. Thinking about your body and holding you close, your thighs wrapping around his head and squeezing it so tightly as if you're trying to crush it whilst he devours you. Licking and lapping at your cunt having your mind get clouded with unbearable lust.

He feels dirty for touching himself when you're right there. But sometimes he fears you won't want to try new things so unfortunately he has to imagine it!! Poor thing :(

Eventually my love brings it up to you and you end up trying whatever his heart desires.

“ will you... sit on my face? please..?”

“ ’zu, baby.. I'm not so sure. don’ wanna crush you...”

But he insists that you won't, he assures you that this is what he wants, to feel your weight on top of his face to drown in your sopping cunt. He wants it, yearns for it. You've been together for so long and have never fully sat on his face, afraid of what might happen but everything you're afraid of is truly what he wants!!

So there you are, rocking your hips on your lovers face while he groans deeply inside of your dripping cunt. He slurps and sucks all of the deliciousness that is your flavor, he's so happy that you've finally allowed him to eat you like he truly wanted to!

“ thank you’— ....th’nkyou s’much..”

You can hardly hear him from how loud your moaning letting yourself out of the layer of fear you had. He truly loved you and you felt it, by the way he ate you out.

But it didn't stop there, oh no. Trying new things turned to things you never would've assumed he was into. Thanks to porn he's realized he's into alot. Thigh fucking, dumbification, bondage and more....... So, much, more..

But he promised to keep it pretty tame as it is your first time trying out new things!!! He lies you down on your back and throws your legs over his shoulders keeping your thighs together, he quickly sheds his pants and hesitantly sticks his cock between your plush thighs.

You lightly squeeze around his cock and he groans deeply, throwing his head back and accidentally bucking his hips. He bites his lips before looking down at you with literal hearts in his eyes.

“, oh baby... ‘m’na cum already...”

Slow thrusts through your meaty thighs already has him shivering. He sighs shakily and continues to move his cock through your legs little whines leaving as he slowly melts his eyelids slowly shutting with a low whimper, his brows furrowing making him look so submissive, it's just so sweet to see your precious man lose himself using you. The bare minimum already has him going feral.

He truly was an animal and you know he wanted more, but something about teasing him was just so enlightening. You could feel his hips picking up pace his breaths quickening and his expression moving into a concentrated look.

“ not yet baby,”

His breath hitches and he soon stopped with a stutter to his hips as he came to a complete stop.

“, h- huh...?”

“ don't get too excited. don’ wan’ it to be over too soon, hm?”

He breath was quivering and he looked so desperate to cum. Just so needy for more, he sucked up his neediness and gave you a quick nod with a determined look and began slowly jerking his hips into your thighs once more, the low sound of skin against skin plapping going straight to his head, before he was chasing his high, now he has the time to actually be in the moment with what's happening.

Listening to the lewd noises, seeing your amused face, all of it added on to the pleasure, slight embarrassment and nervousness of being watched simply egged him on more, adding more fuel to the fire if you will.

“ that's it baby. fuck my thighs, yeah?”

“ ohh.... oh fuck yeah.. mmph..~”

Once more izuku accidentally sped up his hips. Whining as he felt his orgasm impending.

“ I think..- I think I'm gonna cum.”

He took the time to actually listen to the sounds your bodies together made despite not actually touching. The slapping of skin sounded so dirty it had him losing himself in it. You reached out and brushed your hand over his making his breath hitch, he nearly cums at the sudden touch of you.

“ that's it baby, go ahead.”

You coo to him, making his hips speed up he groans and moans to you staring deep into your welcoming eyes the warmth your thighs are providing around his cock making him fall apart.

With your encouraging words and the way your skin felt around him he came, spurts of milky white cum dripping down your thighs and spraying all over your tummy and boobs some even reaching your face. There was so much of his sticky cum it's as if he couldn't stop cumming his cock twitching between your thighs you seen the way it pumped and pumped more cum out of the enlarged and reddened tip. It was a mesmerizing sight you never grew tired of.

You opened your legs and removed them from atop of his shoulders and gently strokes his cock assuring the last drops of his cum dropped onto your thighs.

“ thank you ‘zuku!”

You exclaim with a cheer to your voice having him whine as you continue petting his twitching cock. You gave him a warm loving smile as you looked up at him you never stopped softly touching his cock, his eyes were still lidded and full of lust and love, he sighed and had his hand gently stroke your cheek, smiling wobbly at you as his cock jolted in your stilled hands, surprised at the sudden touch from your lover.

You've seen such a look before, he needed you and his cock was clearly still hard and dripping. Who would you be if not his lovable girlfriend and help him. You pull him onto you and quickly shed the rest of your clothing together and instantly he climbed on top of you, folding your legs and making your knees reach your breasts.

You give him a smile and a nod, with that he shoved his cock inside in one full go not giving you time to adjust to the stretch or anything just going full nelson on you. He was quick to shed the muffled moans thing, letting all of his whiney breathy and slutty noises out making your laugh as he dug his thick cock into your wet cunt,

He groans lowly into your ear and chuckles, kissing your cheek while you feel his sweat drip onto you. Izuku can't help but letting his feminine sounds escape. He continued to let his sounds fall into your ear like a sweet melody fogging up your mind and having you squeeze around his cock.

“ yeah?.. like my noises baby? ngh.. fuck my cocks still sensitive...”

Its as if he was trying to be more dominating but how could he do so with moans like that? He was practically begging for you. His cock was aching and terribly overstimulated, the added pain just intensified the pleasure.

His back arched into you and he continued roughly jerking his hips into your cunt.

“ fuck!”

You groaned at the feeling of him filling you, you couldn't wait to feel his creamy cum fill you tot he broke so good like he did. Your cunt was sucking his cock so harshly into your needy heat it's as if it hadn't wanted to let him go. Izuku loved when that happened.

“ g’na cum f’ me baby? huh? ....oh-! fuck yeah..! ”

You tightened around his cock unbearably so, cumming around him while he continued to plow into you. You wrapped your arms around him and he buried his face into your neck inhaling your scent and feeling the heat pool in the spot.

His eyes rolled and he grunted in your ear repeatedly huffing out mumbled and mushed together words that sounded like praise and degradation at the same time, you couldn't wrap your head around it as you were already losing your mind from the mind breaking orgasm he gave you.

Izuku loved filling you up, it was his favourite thing about you letting him fuck you raw. Feeling his cum inside of you while he continued to move his hips, the noises it made, it was all so illuminating. The intense feeling that clouded the both of you as you shared each other like this.

Izuku was glad he could feel such a feeling once more, burying his cock to the hilt inside of you cumming hard and filling you. He let out a whiney moan as his eyes crossed slightly, they fluttered shut as he collapsed on top of you.

You two untangled yourselves and embraced one another wrapping yourselves around each other. You both caught your breath and laughed full of air together. Just trying your best to talk about whatever you could before you fell asleep together, his arms wrapped around your body tightly. He kissed your forehead and laid his head atop of yours with a sigh before letting slumber take over him aswell.

AN:I hope this was as good to you as it was to write if that makes sense, thank you, and you're welcome

[aayakashii]

Finally managed to finish this fic 🧘🏻‍♀️ this one is for the members of Haku Gfs Club™️ @ghoulspaw @kusanagihaku and @pinkaditty

I just gave it a read so it's not properly edited – I apologize if there are too many mistakes in it ;-; I'm not super satisfied with this one, but I hope you guys like it <3 Also, it's a standalone, so there will be no continuation!

The title comes from a Florence+ The Machine song, Addicted to Love.

might as well face it

You never really knew why Haku didn't frequent Rui's bar. And honestly, you never thought of asking either. Among the thousands of secrets every ghoul always kept from you, that one seemed innocuous enough for you to ignore.

So, when Rui called you at 3am on a weekday, you would never guess he would ask you to escort Haku back to Hotarubi.

“Sorry, doll, you're the only one I can ask to help me with this.” Rui's voice sounded sincerely apologetic. “There's no one else here in the bar, I promised Lyca I'd help him with his homework – and you know how he gets when he's expecting something – and Subaru isn't answering his phone.”

You shrugged, as you changed out of your pajamas.

“I mean, it IS late at night and he’s way more responsible than us. But what happened to him?”

“Oh, you know.” You imagined Rui waving his hand dismissively. “Hakucchi can't hold his liquor very well. He's wasted.”

You pursed your lips, trying hard not to laugh. The thought of the most nonchalant and aloof man you knew tripping on his own feet amused you more than it probably should.

“And why can't he stay in one of the rooms like Haru does sometimes?”

Rui sighed loudly.

“He's adamant on going back to Hotarubi. I'm trying to keep him here for a little longer because I'm worried about him just crashing and sleeping in the middle of Obscuary's woods. Who knows, he could legit die on his way back.”

It was your turn to sigh loudly. A dull headache was slowly forming in the back of your head.

“Okay… I'm going.” You grumbled as you made your way outside of your dorm and into the chilly night. “He's lucky I wasn't asleep yet.”

“Thank you, cutie, I owe you one and Haku will owe you his life~” Rui made a sharp kissing sound on his end of the line, quickly hanging up before you could have any change of heart.

And after a hurried walk towards Obscuary and sincere apologies from Rui, you ended up trudging through the campus with a very much inebriated, heavy, limp-bodied Haku leaning on your shoulder – his sultry voice murmuring nonsensical things in your ear as you suppressed a shiver from going down your spine.

His breath smelled like one of Rui's sweet, sparkly drinks – the ones you drank when you didn't want to wake up the next day with a mean hangover.

Haku really was extremely lightweight, it seemed.

“You smell so good” Haku murmured, nuzzling your head as he leaned all his weight onto your body, feet dragging clumsily on the ground.

Not only were you struggling not to trip and fall headfirst onto the asphalt, bringing a grown man down with you; said grown man made the task all the more difficult as he kept on shamelessly flirting with you.

“Haku, please, can't you help me a little bit here? Try to walk a bit too, come on.” You grunted, pushing him away from you, only to have him throw his arms around your shoulders once more.

“But it feels so good like this.” He murmured way too close to your ear and you gritted your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly in order to keep your thoughts from going to places you really didn't want to visit.

Haku's breathy, silky voice had always been your worst and weakest point. Sometimes you wondered if he knew it, consciously or not. If he did, it would definitely explain how he always sounded just a little bit more husky, just a little bit more sultry whenever you two were alone.

“I can't carry you properly like this, though?! Look, we're already at Hotarubi. Try to walk just a little bit longer, please?” You huffed and puffed, the exertion and the warmth of his body overpowering the cold night and causing you to break a sweat.

“Hmm…” he hummed before rubbing his cheek against your hair, then sighed. “Okay… but just because it's you who's asking.”

Haku straightened his back as much as he could, slinging just one arm around your shoulder, and stumbled inside his dorm. You finally managed to breathe properly, relieved of all the dead weight he had been putting on your shoulder.

Still, you navigated through Hotarubi's slippery corridors quite poorly as Haku's head hung low and he blinked slowly, fading in and out of a drunken sleep while you dragged him to his room.

Once inside, you watched with an amused and exasperated look as Haku stumbled towards his futon, letting himself fall heavily onto it, face down, with a loud groan of someone who subconsciously knew he'd very much regret his choice to drink afterwards.

You wiped the sweat off of your forehead while you walked towards him.

“Sit up just a little bit. You can't sleep with your uniform like this.”

He shuffled on his bed, slowly propping himself on his elbows.

“Trying to get me out of my clothes, are you, Honor Student? How bold you are. Thought you'd ask me out for dinner first.” He murmured with a smirk and half-lidded eyes.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose and pushing all of your confusing emotions away. You would not deal with your feelings right then and there. Not when Haku was so obviously out of his mind.

“You can't sleep with your blazer otherwise you'll wrinkle it. Unless you're a Frostheim bourgeois who has a whole collection of these expensive ass blazers. If not, you need to take it off.” you said, exasperated. You held out your hand, motioning for him to give you his clothes.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly, as if you had said something incredibly wise. You very much knew how expensive those blazers were after seeing how careful Kaito was with his. You wouldn’t let Haku just ruin his uniform.

He clumsily took off his blazer and handed it to you.

“You know, rumor has it that I might have been, in fact, a Frostheim bourgeois.”

You were trying so very hard not to notice the scent of sandalwood that clung in his blazer as you hung it on a nearby chair, that you almost didn't pay attention to the little gem of information he seemed to be offering to you. Almost.

“Well... Were you?” you asked with one eyebrow raised.

He grinned mischievously, putting a finger on his lips and shushing loudly. You rolled your eyes at his drunken antics as you scooted closer to help him out of his vest and tie.

“Sit properly so I can help you out of this vest and necktie.”

He pouted, rolling his head back. The sharp pops of his neck made him grimace.

“I think… That you’re enjoying undressing me.” he smirked as his head hung to the side. “You can always do this, you know, you just have to ask.”

You fidgeted in your position and pressed the heels of your hands on your eyes. You rubbed your face, trying hard to erase the tingling feeling on your cheeks and ignore his unabashed flirting.

‘He’s drunk. He’s just fucking drunk’ you chanted in your mind and took a deep breath.

“I’m just trying to help you not ruin the most expensive parts of your uniform, you dumbass.” you muttered, avoiding eye contact.

Haku threw his head to the other side, placing a hand over his heart as if you had just physically hurt him.

“Oh, how cold, Honor Student.” he sighed, head still limp as if he couldn’t hold it upright, but began to shuffle in place as he sat properly on his futon.

You held your breath while you opened his vest as fast as you possibly could, ignoring the heaviness of his gaze. He blinked lazily, eyes scanning your face and your hands as you fiddled with his buttons and then moved to loosen his tie.

You tried not to notice how he licked his lips when you pushed the vest out of his shoulders, but the gooseflesh that pricked your skin was proof that you failed.

“Hey.” He called out to you, voice hoarse and low - the type of voice you had always imagined he would have during early mornings, right after waking up, when his golden eyes would still be glossy with sleepiness.

You shook your head, pushing the thought away, and got up to place his vest and tie on the chair, right on top of his blazer.

“Yes?” you asked, straightening imaginary wrinkles on his clothes only to avoid his eyes.

Haku paused for a moment, as if waiting for you to turn around to look at him. When you didn’t, he took a deep breath and leaned back on his elbows once again.

“I'm so in love with you.” He murmured with a lazy smile on his face and his eyes closed, as if he had just told you the most obvious thing in the world.

You closed your eyes as your breath hitched and your hands curled into fists, gripping the fabric of his uniform tightly and undoing all your efforts of keeping it pristine and straightened.

Despite yourself, you felt a giddiness bubble inside your stomach. You wondered how many nights you’ve spent imagining scenarios in which he would say that exact thing.

Scenarios in which you actually deserved him saying such things while sober and not an overly-affectionate drunk.

You were quiet when you kneeled besides his feet to untie his laces and take off his shoes and socks.

“You hear? I'm in love with you.” He repeated as he nudged you with his knee, opening his eyes for a moment to check if you were actually paying attention. You gritted your teeth, jaw visibly flexing.

“Huh. Is that so.” You answered, bitter and cold, but your dismissal seemed to have gone over his head as he closed his eyes and sighed with a dreamy look on his face.

“Yeah. I love you. So much.”

You shot up to your feet, as if his words shocked you like an electric current, and walked towards his desk to grab his water bottle. You placed it right beside him with a heavy, tired sigh. You really didn't need that at that moment.

“Do you have paracetamol so you can take it if you need it during the morning?”

Haku furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, nose scrunching in a way that he never did while sober. You cursed yourself for thinking he looked adorable.

“Aren't you gonna say anything?” He asked.

“About?”

“I love you.”

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the leaps of your heart whenever he said those words.

“You're drunk, Haku.” You breathed out, looking at him with exasperation in your voice.

“And…?”

“You're spewing nonsense.” You muttered, dusting yourself off only to avoid his gaze and to keep your hands occupied. “Go to sleep and you'll feel better tomorrow.”

“You don't believe me?” Haku widened his eyes, a tinge of hurt audible in his honeyed voice.

“The alcohol is making you say things you don't mean. Go to sleep.”

“You don't believe me.” Hurt quickly changed to incredulity.

“Good night, Haku. If you need anything, you can send me a message.”

“No, wa-wait.”

Haku quickly tried to get on his feet, but the dizziness still clouded his movements and he ended up tripping, falling on his knees. You gasped and kneeled beside him, eyes trained on his knees that had hit the tatami floor with an uncomfortable thud.

“Are you okay?” You asked, hand hovering over his back.

Haku slowly turned his head towards you. His golden slitted eyes glinted with something you couldn't quite understand.

“Why don't you believe me?” He murmured.

You opened your mouth, then closed it – no words made their way out of your lips.

God fucking dammit.

How could you even begin to explain to him all the reasons why you couldn't believe in him – but mostly how you couldn't believe in yourself – no matter how much you wanted to?

“Do you think I would lie about something like that?” He narrowed his eyes, looking at you as if you had broken his heart.

“I don't.” You found your voice after long, uncomfortable seconds. “I just think you're letting the alcohol make you believe things that aren't true.”

He shook his head vigorously and you couldn't help but think that it probably made his dizziness a lot worse.

“I wouldn't let some alcohol make me confess my love for anyone else.” he grasped your hand with a lot more force than you were expecting him to have. You tried to pull it away, but his grip was that of steel.

“Please… go to sleep.” you felt your throat tightening and a pressure behind your eyes.

“I've thought of you every single moment of my days ever since I saw you. You don't get to dictate how I feel just because you don't feel the same way as I do.” his brows furrowed again, sudden aggravation taking up his features.

You almost gasped. Haku never got angry at you, not even when you were a lot to handle, nor when you made his life a bit harder. What an irony it was that the first time would be while he was confessing.

“That's not what this is about.” you shook your head.

“Then what is it?”

You felt your bottom lip quiver slightly. You quickly bit it hard, in order to keep your emotions at bay, ducking your hand down and shutting your eyes tightly.

You briefly regretted taking Rui's call. Opening the can of worms that was your feelings for Haku was probably one of the last things you wanted to do late at night, in the middle of the week. You had spent too much time closing that can very tightly, vacuum sealing it and stashing it in the depths of your mind, only to have all your effort ruined in mere minutes.

Haku placed his other hand on your cheek, gently tilting your head back up. You kept your eyes shut.

“It's okay if you don't love me.” He murmured, the same tinge of sorrowful acceptance in his voice as the one you usually heard when he talked about his family. “It won't change how I feel. I just want to know from your mouth.”

“Haku…” your eyelids fluttered.

“Just say you don't like me. Look me in the eyes and say it. And I promise I'll leave you be.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. His pupils were blown out and you could barely make out the golden ring of his irises. He looked at you with an adoration that could genuinely make you sick.

“I can't.” you whispered and leaned into his touch.

“Then-”

“I can't just doom you, Haku. I can't take you down with me. You can find someone better, someone who deserves you. Someone who isn't cursed.” you blurted out, the words flowing freely from your lips now that the dam had been broken.

“Don't say that.”

“But it's true. I would… I would love to let you love me.” At that, his eyes opened wide and you could almost see hope forming deep inside them. “But I can't, in good conscience.”

Haku leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

“Why?”

“It would be selfish of me. What if I die from my curse? You'd be hurt.” You gulped, shaking your head and backing away from him. “And worse, what if I hurt you if I become a monster?”

His hand, still gripping yours tightly, pulled you back close to him. His eyes were wide, wild, searching yours.

“And why would any of this matter?”

You blinked, confused.

“What?”

Haku scoffed, as if you were being absolutely stupid. As if you were the drunk one.

“I already love you. I don't need your permission to feel my feelings. Even if you kept me at arm's length, it wouldn't change how I feel.”

You were quiet as he grabbed your other hand and held both of them tightly against his chest. You could feel the loud and fast thump of his heart against your skin.

“And if you let me, we can look for a solution together. Worst case scenario, we'd be together for less time than I wished for. But any time with you would already be perfect.” He rested his forehead against yours once again. “Even if it was just a second.”

God. Zenji was right when he said Haku was a charmer. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“I wouldn't say this kind of thing to just anyone, though. Not sober, nor drunk. I can only say it to you.” he added, finally.

Your shuddering breath was the only sound between the two of you as you allowed his words to sink into your brain.

Deep down, you knew your hesitancy was never because of his drunken state, although it still kept you on your toes. As much as you were aware that your fears were the main source of your insecurity, a small part of you was still terribly afraid of him forgetting it all in the morning.

You felt his breath get heavier and deeper for a few seconds before Haku hurriedly shuffled onto his feet and stumbled fast towards the balcony of his room, which hovered just a few inches over Hotarubi's lake. You winced when you heard the muffled sounds of him throwing up.

After a few minutes, he dragged his feet back to his room, looking ashamed and terribly disheveled.

“Are you okay?” You asked, handing him his water bottle.

“I'm sorry.” He said, voice raspy after the strain. He took long, big gulps of water before sighing loudly.

“It's okay.” You chuckled, leading him towards his futon. “Go lie down and sleep. Please?”

Haku eyed you with utter indignation.

“We will continue our conversation tomorrow.” he stated, seriously, but finally relenting to your request. You nodded, sighing.

“Yes, yes, we will. Now go lie down, okay?” You pushed him gently, helping him as he tried to get on top of his bed.

“And I will repeat every word I said to you in the morning when I'm completely sober just so you can't say I'm lying.” He continued while you fluffed his pillow and helped him get under his covers.

“Even if I have a huge headache and feel like shit, I will repeat everything.” He muttered, eyes quickly getting heavy as you finished tucking him neatly into his bed.

You couldn't help but smile as his eyes so quickly grew heavy with sleep, while still mumbling incoherent things.

“Good night, Haku” you whispered.

Between long, heavy blinks, he turned his head towards you.

“I love you.” He whispered one last time, before finally letting sleep wash over his body.

Your heart twisted inside your chest – a mix of fear, apprehension and excitement bubbling in your chest and your stomach, that could make you scream. Instead, you watched as his breathing got deep and even, before gently pushing his hair away from his forehead.

You leaned in, placing a faint kiss on his forehead, inhaling the comforting scent of incense that followed him wherever he went.

Against his skin, you confessed.

“I love you too.”

[mclacedes]

Shameless (LN4 SMAU)

2. in carlos' room

warnings: nothing

summary: in which Lando invites Y/N to hang out after Miami

pairing: lando norris x fem!singer!stella!reader

face claim: camila cabello / kendall jenner

WC: 1k

✧ previously • next up

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . MAY 6TH. 　⁺ 　 . ✦

you couldn't sleep.

the notepad in your lap felt heavier than it should, the three sentences you had written mocking you from the page. you stared at them, your mind turning over every possible direction to take, but no words seemed worthy enough to follow. they lingered, daring you to finish them, but you couldn't escape the weight they carried.

“don’t speak, no, don’t try

it’s been a secret for the longest time

don’t run, no, don’t hide

been running from you for the longest time”

the lines thrummed with an undeniable truth, pulling you in deeper with each pulse, each syllable. it was a truth you weren’t ready to face yet, but it wouldn't let go. your thoughts circled, skimming the edge of something you'd rather not admit to yourself.

the sound of the pen tapping against the notepad broke the silence, the rhythmic click a small comfort in the otherwise still room. but the question weighed heavily on your mind, refusing to leave. did he want you? and more importantly, could you handle everything that came with him—especially your father?

the memory of the conversation you’d had with your fathe after leaving the pool came rushing back, sharp and bitter. you’d found him standing outside your door, arms crossed, his eyes narrowing as you approached.

“where were you?” his voice was calm, but there was a clear edge to it, like he already knew you weren't telling the whole truth.

“by the pool,” you answered, trying to sound unaffected, “i needed some air.”

his gaze sharpened. “you know you’re supposed to stay low tonight,” he said, his tone laced with disappointment. “this isn’t just about you—it’s about...”

“the team, i know, dad." you swallowed, trying to keep the defensiveness from seeping into your voice. “i wasn’t gone long.”

he didn’t buy it. his eyes searched your face for any sign of dishonesty. “next time, tell me where you're going.” his voice lowered, suspicion creeping in. “alone?”

you hesitated, your stomach turning.

“yeah, alone.” it came out smoother than you expected, but the lie stung like it always did.

he was quiet for a moment, weighing your answer. finally, he nodded, though the doubt in his eyes lingered. “fine. just remember what’s at stake here. for all of us.”

you nodded, the weight of his words pressing down on you as he walked away. once the door clicked shut, you leaned against it, exhaling sharply. you had gotten away with it this time, but just barely.

back in your room, the silence felt suffocating. the words on the notepad seemed to stare back at you, mocking your hesitation. you had no idea how to finish the verse. the melody looped in your mind, the lines demanding to be sung, but it was his face, his presence, that kept blocking your focus.

the version of him you wanted to paint stood just out of reach, too real, too complicated. a dangerous combination of charm and recklessness. you couldn't stop imagining what might've happened if oscar hadn't stepped in when he did—how far you might've let lando push you, how deep you'd have fallen into something you didn't fully understand yet.

just as the thoughts began to spiral, your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a message that was all too familiar. of course, it was lando.

“we’re in carlos’ room right now.”

“wanna join us?”

you hesitated, your finger hovering over the message. after a moment, you replied with a single question:

“firstly, who’s ‘we’?”

“myself, fewtrell, george, lewis, max v, charles, pierre n carlos ofc.”

“just having a drink and chatting. we’re on the 11th floor, room 202 in case you come.”

you considered it for a moment before standing and heading to your closet. a change of clothes was in order. you swapped the black nightgown for a simple black sundress, sliding it on before you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. this wasn’t about looking perfect—it was about not overthinking it.

when you knocked on carlos’s door, you could hear the laughter from inside fade just slightly. after a moment of murmured voices, the door swung open to reveal lando, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“cinderella,” he said with a grin.

“norris,” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

“norris? i call you cinderella, and you call me norris, y/n?” he asked, clearly confused.

“as far as i’m concerned, that’s your name.”

he rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face. “that is precisely my point!”

“i won’t call you prince charming. drop it, lando,” you warned, pushing past him to enter the room.

“but i—”

“i will call my father for you if you don’t drop it, norris,” you threatened, your voice a little firmer than you intended as you moved past him.

he stepped aside, but his hand rested lightly on the small of your back as he closed the door behind you, the touch lingering longer than necessary.

you made your way into the room, your eyes immediately finding max verstappen. “y/n!” he shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

“hey, maxie!” you waved back, then turned to carlos, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, clearly having the time of his life.

“good to know max is the only one worth mentioning and greeting, y/n. really good,” carlos teased.

“oh, c’mon, not you too, carlitos!” you shot back, trying to keep it light. “are you going to the lando norris school of being a pain in the ass?”

“funny, y/n. real funny,” lando muttered from behind you, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

you sat down, pulling your legs beneath you, but the atmosphere was already shifting. the room was a mix of chatter and laughter, the boys gathered around a Monopoly board, bills of real cash scattered haphazardly across the floor. an open bottle of Jack Daniel's sat in the middle of the group, the liquid sloshing as they laughed and argued.

“oh god, are we betting for real?” you asked, eyeing the game with mild disbelief.

“afraid, cinderella?” lando teased, his voice light but with a definite edge.

“give me a bottle of wine and i might end all of you pussies.” you smirked, the banter flowing effortlessly as you settled in.

“can somebody hide that bottle i bought?” lewis joked.

with that, you know you were in for a night that was anything but predictable.

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[syluskisser]

Sylus 🐦‍⬛ Negotiations

summary; you decided to tag along during sylus's meetings, what could go wrong? (or right)

warnings; afab!reader, exhibitionism, cockwarming, usage of pet names [sweetie, kitten/kitty, doll], degradation, porn w/ very lil plot

word count; 1.1k

a/n; i'm surprised this idea hasnt been done more often... lmao

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"Is this dress okay?" You had asked your boyfriend, Sylus. Tonight, the two of you were going to a business meeting. Something about a lost shipment.

He nodded, not paying much attention, "yes, kitten, anything looks exquisite on you."

You smiled, but then shook your head, "I mean, is it too short?" You pulled on the lace hemline of the custom made dress. Sylus was right, it complimented both you and his matching suit but, it was oh-so short. The edge grazed your knee, and you could only imagine the uncomfortable and prolonged stares that you'd get later in the night.

Sylus's eyebrows furrowed, "you're asking a pointless question." He had picked up one of his guns and cocked it, "If anyone wants to challenge my position over you, they'll get their due penalty." His gun, now loaded, went into his inside coat pocket.

Your eyes widened, "okay, then."

You made it to the meeting place. To your right sat Sylus, legs spread open and back straight. You had already arrived to the venue, about 30 minutes earlier than planned. Sylus would much rather prefer being early than coming 'fashionably late.'

"You look wonderful," Sylus purred as you played around with the water in your glass. The restaurant that you were in had already brought some refreshments and small appetizers to your private room.

You turned your head to look at him, "you don't look bad yourself."

He smirked, "Really? How so?" Sylus loved to tease you. He was infatuated with the little drop in your eyebrows and the way you slightly pouted at his questions.

"Your suit— it looks nice." You were a little flustered.

"Just nice?" Sylus jested.

You retorted back, "Do you plan on digging an answer out of me?"

"Well you don't seem very keen on giving me answers, kitten."

"It's embarrassing. I'd much rather show you."

Sylus raised an eyebrow, he was about to add another comment before you kissed him. Slow at first, up until his hands found the small of your waist and he lifted you onto his lap.

You nestled your body on top of where his legs connected to his torso. A small moan escaped your lips, muffled by his attack on your mouth. His tongue swirled with yours, twisting and turning in a way that created a pool in your panties.

"Sylus..." you whispered between kisses.

He hummed and let go of your lips, "yes, sweetie?" Another kiss peppered your lips.

You opened your eyes, unsure of when you closed them, and were met with his face. Lipstick smudged on his lips, and his hair slightly messed up from your hands. "You have—" he kissed you mid sentence, "guests coming."

"They can wait." He squeezed your hips slightly, eliciting another moan.

"But that's improper," you hummed, lips reconnecting with his. Despite your protests, you didn't want to cut this short. You knew this meeting was important, however.

Sylus smirked and slid your dress up. He huffed, "I don't give a damn about what's proper right now, kitten."

You helped him unbuckle his pants, excited. Your hips bucked from all the built up arousal. A knock was heard from the door. Sylus pulled his dick out, regardless, and slid your panties to the side. "We should give our guests a show, huh?"

You hummed in agreement before lowering your body onto his cock, whimpering at the stretch. No matter how many times he put it in, it still managed to make your body ache. Another knock was heard from the door, and the fear caused you to shake.

"Don't move." Sylus said to you before using his evol to unlock the door, "Come in."

The two older men walked inside, and you hid your face in Sylus's shoulder. Anxiety pooled in your chest. You could feel their gazes on your back.

One man spoke, "a- are we interrupting something?" You could tell from his voice that he was clearly flustered, arguably more than you were.

Sylus laughed, "no, let's begin."

For the next hour and a half, you sat on Sylus's cock. Slick pooling between your thighs and dripping down from your leg. You desperately wanted to move your body, slowly bucking and pressing his dick down further for a hope of friction. Each time, Sylus would slap your ass, unbothered by the two bystanders.

"Such a bad kitty," he whispered in your ear as the men were discussing something amongst themselves, "you're that desperate for this cock?"

You hummed in response.

"Use your words," Sylus demanded.

"Y— yes!" He slightly thrusted into you for the first time that night. You couldn't help but moan.

The men were brought back from their conversation for a split second before they quickly turned away and began muttering again. Their attention drew heat between your legs, and you felt yourself clench onto Sylus's dick.

"You know the rules, doll." Sylus whispered, and then he slapped your ass, loud enough for there to be an echo.

This time, the younger man from the two spoke, "We should— ahem, go..." They shuffled to collect their things. "Let's continue this at our next meeting, sir."

Sylus hummed as he watched them walk out the door. The moment it shut, he pulled you out of his neck by your hair. It stung your scalp, causing you to let out a whince of pain.

He looked at you, his crimson eyes dulled and his lids heavy. "Did you have fun?"

You shook your head and whimpered, "fuck me, please."

That was all it took for him to lift you up and pull his dick out of you, precum and your juices connecting you together. He turned you around and pressed your front against the table, your stomach on the edge.

You felt his dick re-enter your body. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he growled, dick moving in and out of your pussy like it was as natural as breathing. You had no time to think, or to even worry about the shaking glasses on the table. One fell off, shattering on the floor. It was almost louder than your moans that echoed through the room.

Sylus panted in your ear, "you're such a dirty kitten, you know that?" He groaned. His arm wrapped around your neck as he pulled you up, your back now flush against his front, "tell me how much you love this dick."

You struggled to make any sense of the words coming out of his mouth, still focused on the ecstasy between your legs. "F- fuck...! I love your- ah! Your dick-" You choked on your words, his arm putting just enough pressure on your throat to make your eyes roll back.

He laughed, "you'd put this show on for anyone, huh?"

You struggled to speak between thrusts, "no... mmf! Just- just you. My pussy is just for you."

"Good girl."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

"I won't let anyone hurt you, you're safe with me" I imagine this as Sebastian saying it to Reader. But the thought of the reader saying it to Sebastian after he wakes from a night terror (in this scenario, they have escaped Urbanshade) is very sweet to me

True to their word, they got you out.

You and Sebastian were finally free from Urbanshade's horrors.

Innovation Inc. managed to extract enough data from all the loose assets you've given to him to formulate an escape plan.

Thank god you have connections to the labs, otherwise you would have been just as doomed as any other EXR-P.

But you were more relieved that Sebastian didn't have to stay trapped in that place anymore. He didn't have to move from place to place and fight to survive constantly.

Even better?

There was actually a way for him to become human again.

Urbanshade deemed him too far gone in his mutation to reverse the countless painful surgical processes they put him through....but they were nothing but liars who didn't see the point of investing in the resources needed.

They could have done it all along.

Innovation, on the other hand, got every bit of data on the experiments that they needed, going right to work on him as soon as you both arrived to the labs.

Obviously, he resisted at first...as all the trauma he experienced from before didn't go away instantly.

He was afraid of another surgery, being touched and injected with foreign substances and restrained. Not to mention the heavily potent anesthesia he needed since he's developed such a strong immunity to it.

But you convinced him that if he hoped to become human--he needed this.

It took a week or two, with him being in and out of the operating room and you trying to pass the time by chatting with your colleagues about exposing Urbanshade's secrets to the world..but eventually they did it.

They gave him legs again. HIs ear fins were now back to being human ears--and anything else that made him look like an anglerfish was removed and replaced with stitched flesh. His third arm was amputated but preserved for future study.

Somehow, they even got his size to shrink. No longer was he a gigantic beast, but instead an actual human-sized person who got to sleep on the bed beside you.

The only things left of his previous self were some of his sharp teeth (which he didn't mind keeping) and his skin still bearing a somewhat light blue tint to it, although it was not as pale.

It was incredible.

He cried the first time he saw himself.

He felt..human, again. And you were happy for him.

Although...

While he was getting better physically, no amount of surgeries would be able to get rid of the emotional pain Urbanshade and the criminal justice system had put him through.

From getting an unjust sentence for something he didn't even do to screaming in horror at his monstrous reflection for the first time...all of those events still like to replay in his mind.

Not to mention he conditioned himself into never letting his guard down for any reason.

He'd wake up if he heard somebody so much as cough in the next room or squeak their shoes a little too loudly.

While the hardest part was over, it was still going to be a long and agonizing recovery process for him.

Tonight, however, Sebastian was sound asleep, whereas you were sitting at the nearby desk, pencil scratching at the notebook in your hand. You were just trying to brainstorm ways to get Painter and Eyefestation out and away from the Blacksite.

Of course those two were nothing short of a nuisance during your many runs to escape with the Crystal...but Sebastian considered them friends, as they were the only ones who could communicate with him and never tried eating him. So you did feel a little bad for leaving them behind.

You were sure Eyefestation was put out of her misery, knowing that she couldn't swim very far up due to the pressure changes in the ocean--plus she wasn't willing to let go of her vendetta against humans.

Innovation could very easily turn her into a normal shark again who could still speak telepathically...but they couldn't cure her hatred.

For all you know, she could want to kill Sebastian now simply because he was (mostly) back to being human.

Painter, on the other hand, could have escaped with you if you had more time. He deserved a better life besides wasting away mining robux and being tethered to the IDS. He always talked about Sebastian's promise to get him out, too, so you wondered if he felt betrayed and lied to...

Until you recently learned that Innovation figured out a way to communicate with him and help throw more dirt on Urbanshade via an encrypted channel. So there was a chance his AI could be transferred over to this facility if his physical body was destroyed.

That gave you hope to see him again.

But until then, they told you to look after Sebastian, and that was fine by you. He was all you cared about right now.

"GAH!"

Snapping your head over, you could see the man jolt upright all of the sudden, eyes wide as he clutched at his chest, breathing hard. You noticed the sweat dampening the front of his shirt, and closed your book. "Seb?"

"Shit. I was...am I...a-am I still...?" He mumbled to himself, bringing a trembling hand to his forehead, before he squeezed his eyes shut. "Please don't be there..please, please, please, god.."

To his relief, he felt nothing but the tiny bumps that formed a stitch beneath his black bangs. But even so, his fingers kept grazing over his skin and ears, wanting to be certain those things weren't there anymore.

"It's okay. You're still at Innovation. My buddies got rid of them."

Feeling the mattress dip, Sebastian looked to see you sitting on the bed, too. You looked concerned, but not overly worried--as this has become a rather normal occurrence ever since he finished those rounds of surgeries.

"I know that, but..I've had them for a long time." He lightly scoffed, trying to calm himself down, but you could tell he was still shaking and very overwhelmed by his nightmare, tears stinging his eyes. "I..I-I can't just...forget about it like it never happened, you know. Like those bastards didn't.....gh.."

He got choked up, and you opened your arms to him, waiting to see if he was willing to accept your offer. Being a giant anglerfish, he never wanted anybody to touch him, and you understood perfectly why.

So for him to curl up into your embrace was a bit of a surprise, but you held him closely; not too tightly so he was uncomfortable, of course. "I won't let anyone hurt you. You're safe with me." You consoled, feeling him rest his head on your shoulder, sniffling quietly.

A few tears dampened your sleeve, but you didn't mind them.

It made you realize that he probably took his humanity for granted--now there was no longer a huge size difference between you two.

Ever since escaping the blacksite, he's become a bit more attached to you, wanting to constantly be near you. Even back then, he's been friendlier to you than most expendables.

He'd never outright say your presence comforts him. But you could tell through the small gestures and "exceptions" he makes for you that you're the only good thing to enter his life at Urbanshade.

"You're okay, Seb. We're both okay now."

"Y-Yeah, I know..I know.." He muttered, slowly trying to wriggle out of the hug, to which you let him go and allowed him to sit up. "Sorry you gotta put up with me being like this. Thought I would've been over it by now.."

Despite his words, he was still physically shaken up, the nightmares not so easily leaving his mind.

"There's no rush to "get over" any of this." You frowned a little, putting your hand on top of his as a comforting gesture. "I sure as hell haven't. Every time I think I can get some sleep, I find myself getting chased by those stupid mutant fish over and over again.."

Sebastian just scoffed. "You think being chased by one is bad? Try becoming one and having to live through-"

But he stopped himself after seeing the look on your face, as well as you removing your hand and getting up. "Sorry. I'll..get you some water-"

"No. Don't leave. Please."

You blinked in surprise as he grabbed at the hem of your shirt with lightning speed, although when he realized you were staring...he quickly let go and coughed awkwardly into his fist.

"I know I'm not the only one who went through some messed up shit. I don't know how you dealt with it."

"What?"

"..dying over and over again. I would've gone fucking insane if I had to live through that."

"Well, I almost did...but it was worth it. Because we're both free now." You offered him a reassuring smile. "And technically Painter, too. We'll have to talk to him sometime."

"Yeah? Think he'd wanna chat with me after I basically lied to him?" He muttered, sounding uncertain. "I promised him that we would get out. And he could paint all the landscapes he wanted to."

"My colleagues are still figuring out how to unhook him from the IDS without further corrupting him, but they're making good progress. He'll be on his own little computer in here in no time."

"That's good. I just hope he can forgive me. I really only asked him to stall.."

"I'm sure he'd understand, Seb." With a sigh, you picked up your book. "He knows we're safe and he's giving Innovation whatever they need. So I wouldn't worry."

Sebastian simply nodded, looking to his hands--specifically to the ring imprint that was still on one of his fingers, frowning a little as he stared at it.

Even though his humanity was restored, he had already been declared dead a long time. Everyone he knew and loved was convinced that he was a guilty man who deserved execution. It didn't matter if they caught the actual criminal or not.

He just couldn't return to normal life after all he's been through. After all he's seen.

No.

But he could start over with you.

It was funny to think that you were once an expendable prisoner he glossed over, assuming you just wanted to buy his wares and march onwards to your next death--to which he'd laugh in your face and show you the document you already had memorized.

Now, you were the only person he could trust. The only person he was willing to be vulnerable around.

Because you helped free him.

You were the reason he was able to become human again.

[hobby1008]

My sister -2-

If you use a translator, the sentences may be strange.

eunchae X M Reader

Tags: incest,creampie

Previous content: My sister

You are having a boring daily life like any other day. A few days ago, after Eunchae's gift, you were suffering from pain. Your penis reacted without fail, and no matter how much you tried to solve it by watching porn, you couldn't be satisfied.

However, if you didn't watch porn, the pain would only get worse, and you didn't know how to solve this problem.

That's why you were searching for videos on porn sites today. One day, a video caught your attention. Its title was "Sister Pounces on Brother."

Out of curiosity, you immediately turned on the video and started masturbating. As the title suggests, the video was about a sister pounces on her brother, and her brother was helplessly being taken advantage of by her.

You masturbated while imagining the content as yourself and Eunchae. As a result, you were extremely excited and reached the moment of climax. At that moment, the door to your room opened, and Eunchae was there staring at you.

When you were surprised and didn't know what to do, Eunchae came up to you. She linked arms and said, "What did I say last time, oppa? If you need help, tell me. You're too much. Did you hate what I did last time?"

Eunchae puffed out her cheeks and looked at you with a jealous expression. You didn't know what to do, and then started making excuses. "No, it was really good. I wanted to ask you more, But I couldn't because you were busy."

Then Eunchae smiled brightly and said, "Really?" She sat in front of you and stroked your dick, "Then I'll make you feel good, oppa." She licked the Cooper's fluid that had formed like beads on your glans with the tip of her tongue, And then she went straight into her warm, wet mouth.

You moaned and threw your head back as soon as you felt the sensation you had wanted so much again. After seeing your reaction, she began to caress you more passionately.

Eunchae was looking at you, moving her head back and forth, after adjusting her mouth to your dick, and although her skills lacked experience, she covered everything with her talent, It was so good, it drove you crazy, You moaned and placed your hand on her head, guiding her deeper. "Fuck, Eunchae. It feels so good. I missed this feeling so much and wanted it."

Then she pulled your dick out of her mouth and said, "I really wanted to suck your dick too, oppa."

At the same time, she stroked your dick with one hand, and gently massaged your balls with the other.

"Do more, Eunchae." You reached out and grabbed her head with both hands, guiding it towards your dick, and Eunchae opened her mouth again and put your dick in her mouth and started sucking it. Eunchae's mouth felt so good and exciting, and the urge to feel her neck took over your body, and you started pushing your head in.

Eunchae was surprised by your actions, but soon she began to endure it for you. Eunchae was the first time, but she endured it for a long time because she was thinking of you, and she gave you great pleasure.

You released her and hummed, "Eunchae, you're the best," and Eunchae coughed briefly from under you and got up.

"Oppa Now I will make you happier,” she said, lifting up her skirt to show you her soaking wet panties. They were soaking wet with Eunchae’s love juice, and they looked so good, which excited you even more.

Eunchae laughed at your expression, pushed you onto the bed, and started a show just for you.

She bit her lower lip and showed off her clothes one by one with a lustful expression, and your dick flinched at every movement she made.

In the end, she stood naked in front of you, and she looked like a scene from a beautiful movie. Her breasts were not big but had a beautiful shape, and her pussy was shiny and flushed with love juice, and you immediately threw her on the bed and placed her under you.

Then she spread her arms and said, “Come on, oppa, make me happy.” You gave her a deep kiss as she asked, and then went down and tried to lick her pussy with your tongue.

But Eunchae grabbed your head and stopped you, and said, “Oppa, not that. “Do it with the big, hard one below.”

You immediately placed your dick at her entrance and looked at her.

She looked up at you with longing eyes, and you slowly started to put it inside her pussy for your lovely sister.

At that moment, you felt like you were walking on heaven.

Her narrow pussy was holding your dick tightly, and her love juice was making your penetration easier.

That fantastic combination felt overwhelmingly good compared to anything else, and Eunchae was looking at you with an excited expression while moaning at your dick below you

That excitement automatically moved your waist, and filled your sister Eunchae’s pussy.

You moved slowly to be considerate of your lovely sister.

However, Eunchae put her hand on your cheek and said, “Do it as intensely as you love me, oppa.”

And you decided to grant Eunchae’s lovely request.

With your hands on her waist, you started to pound her pussy at an indiscriminate speed, as much as she loved her.

Then Eunchae started to groan loudly and pant as if she was the only one in the world, and that sound combined with the sound of your and Eunchae’s groins hitting each other sounded like beautiful music.

You got even more excited and started to swing your pussy wildly, searching for her g-spot, and you quickly found it and started to attack it intensively.

Then she looked at you with a longing expression and moaned louder, “Ah… Oppa, it feels so good… do it more.” You immediately changed your position slightly, changing to a position where it was easy to attack that place, and started to focus on hitting that place.

Then she squeezed her pussy even more and let out her love juice. She cried happily at your thrusts, and you whispered in her ear, “Eunchae, you’re so lovely right now.”

You increased your speed and muttered in her ear. You hit her most sensitive part, Eunchae's legs spread apart so as not to interfere with your penetration, and her entire body arched in a beautiful arc, chasing pleasure.

"Tell me you love me, oppa…" "Eunchae, oppa loves you a lot." Eunchae looked up at you with a mixture of happiness and excitement at your words, and said, "I love you too, oppa," and squeezed her pussy, which brought you to the moment of climax.

However, you held back with all your might, rubbing her clitoris with your hand, attacking Eunchae's sensitive part, and she

squeezed her pussy wildly, spraying a large amount of love water on your groin, with the words, "Oppa… I think I'm going to go."

You couldn't hold it in any longer, seeing your sister sobbing and orgasming on your dick. "Eunchae, me too… I think I'm going too." Then, even while fighting an orgasm, she looked at you and said in a low voice, "Inside… Oppa…"

With her permission, you finally put it in her favorite spot, and ejaculated a large amount of semen.

Then, Eunchae felt your semen and came out of her orgasm, and hugged you and said, "Oppa, you're really the best, I love you, Oppa." You held Eunchae in your arms and said, "I love you too, Eunchae."

After hearing those words, Eunchae smiled faintly and fell asleep in your arms.

[artsfavoritehorn]

A cozy Friday night at home with Art the Clown-headcanons🤡😋

Here's the long awaited Friday night with Art headcanons list I've been working on! This is also the first piece of written work I've ever posted for Art so I hope I did our special clown man justice 🥹 This is how I imagine a nice evening with Art would go, he's definitely ooc but this is my fantasy world and I can be as delusional as I want to be about him and I'm sure if you're reading this that you would agree☺️😋🥳🤘

Word count: 2,850😳🤪

Author's note: Apologies in advance for any random grammatical errors or tense changes I wrote this in like three or four days lol! This is mostly tooth rotting fluff but about a little over halfway through it does turn a bit spicy and suggestive but nothing too crazy this time around 😙😉🤡 Enjoy!

-It’s finally Friday night! This is Art’s personal favorite night of the week because he gets to have you all to himself and he knows that you don't have to wake up early the next day. You know who's gonna be waiting for you when you get home☺️🤡

-You walk into your shared home that's completely dark inside, you'll go to put the light on expecting your clown boyfriend to be standing there but you don't see him right away

-You shrug your shoulders and continue taking your shoes and jacket off when all of a sudden a large pair of arms wrap around your midsection causing you to let out a squeak of surprise

-You turn to find Art’s face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, happily breathing in your scent and hugging you tightly from behind

-(he's gotten better over time at not immediately jumping out and scaring you half to death when you come home but occasionally he likes to spook you because he's a jerk lol😈)

-He'll turn you around and pull you into a big hug! He misses you sooo much when you aren't around🥲

-You're impressed that his suit appears relatively clean- he's learned over time that you enjoy touching him and being close to him more when he's not visibly covered in some rando’s blood lol🩸

-You start to unpack your bag and you pull out a present you picked up for Art- you surprise him with a couple of bags of his favorite candies!😄🍬🍭🍫

-He makes a cute surprised face like 😱🤩, clapping his hands together in rapid succession and quickly snatching the candy from you, smiling ear to ear and honking his horn excitedly a few times in response~ he loves the fact that you pay attention to what he likes and appreciates it so much🥺🥹

-He'd quickly take your hand in his and excitedly pull you over to the couch where he's already set up some cozy blankets and pillows for you to relax after your long day- he even poured a few glasses of wine for the two of you to share while watching your favorite movies and shows🍷😊

-He also ordered a pizza for you guys to have for dinner😋🍕(ofc he didn't call but he placed an online order for contactless delivery *with your credit card*😇)

-Art ordered a half and half pizza, the first side consisting of whatever your favorite toppings are and his side of just anchovies because of course he would he's a stinky lil guy🐟

-Before you get cozy with him on the couch, Art will wave his hands and motion for you to go change into your pjs and get comfortable

-When you return to the living room, you find that Art has turned off the big lights and has turned on your string lights decorating the walls as well as having a few candles lit on the table~ Art is waiting for you happily on the couch with his arms outstretched to you, making little grabby motions (although you were only gone for a few hours, Art gets antsy when he can't touch or squeeze you for an extended period of time because he's a very handsy👐)

-Before you sit down, he’ll also look up and down your body dramatically and mimic doing a wolf whistle, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively and smirking, letting you know that he loved the pjs you decided on wearing😜😏🥴

-You’d happily oblige the clown, cuddling up right next to him and breathing a sigh of relaxed relief as your face is pressed into the side of Art's soft clown suit, one of his arms wrapping around your midsection and the other finding its way to rest gently on the back of your head, holding you close for a moment in a hug before moving his arm from your head to rest around your shoulders

-Art would then grab the blankets and tuck them in around your lap and put a few pillows around you so that you were covered on all sides- even though he's nasty like all of the time, this man knows how to get properly cozy and comfy☺️😇

-Art would let you choose whatever movie you wanted to watch- if you're happy, he's happy😊

-He would lean over and pick up the glasses of wine, offering one to you and clinking your glasses together dramatically with the biggest smile; although Art is not particularly fond of hard liquor, he has developed a liking to wine occasionally as long as it's a really sweet sparkling wine lol)

-After taking his first sip, Art would instinctively lean over to you and make a little kissy face and quickly point at his mouth, wanting you to give him a kiss- he loves the taste of the sweet wine intermingled with the taste of you and you're more than happy to reciprocate😚

-Pretty soon, the two of you would become engrossed in the film- Art would begin snacking on the candy you got for him, occasionally offering the bag in your direction for you to take a piece as well, and you would soon find your hand in his, squeezing his hand every now and again at the suspenseful parts of the movie🎥🎬

-You would also toy with the ends of his gloves and lightly touch his fingertips~ you loved his hands and he was happy to let you absentmindedly caress him🤤

-At one point Art would lean over to you holding one of the pieces of pizza to your mouth, wanting to feed you- you took a bite blindly without thinking to find out it was one of his anchovy slices, causing you to grimace in surprise as Art laughed at you- you'd roll your eyes and smile back at him as you jokingly nudged him in the side, his grin never faltering as he took the slice back and bit the end that had just been in your mouth, licking his lips happily😋

-After the movie is over and the pizza and candy are mostly gone, Art would switch the tv to the news just to check if they mentioned him at all that night (he definitely loves any chance he can get to have all the attention on him) and lo and behold that poorly drawn police sketch of him that you've seen countless times would be sprawled across the television screen🤡

-Art would point between the screen and himself excitedly, silently laughing and slapping his knee as if to say “Look, there I am! Aren't you proud of me?😀😛😜”~ He thought it was the funniest thing ever and you would just shake your head and chuckle- your boyfriend could be such a silly goober, and you found it funny in a twisted way how people would always report on him but he would continuously get away with the shit he gets up to, knowing they would never be able to stop him (being a semi immortal demon clown dude has its perks😎👹🤡)

-When the news story concluded, you would just put on any random tv show etc that you wanted and lean your head on Art’s shoulder, savoring the alone time you get to spend with him and just thinking about how lucky you are to be his❤️

-After a while, you’d feel Art tap your arm and you’d look up at him, catching a certain shift in his eyes and in the way he is looking down at you, grinning from ear to ear

-He’d take the blanket off his lap and slightly adjust how he's sitting, spreading his legs out ever so slightly and leaning back more against the couch before patting his lap, inviting you to take a seat🥴🥴🥴😮‍💨

-Blushing ever so slightly, you follow his silent command and adjust yourself so that you're straddling his lap with your hands placed gently on his shoulders, whatever show playing on the television now long forgotten

-This is a set up you've come to recognize with Art- he loves to have you straddle his lap just so he can sit and admire you; for how much he doesn't think twice about the general population, you're the only exception, and he's very serious when it comes to your moments of intimacy💕💕😘

-He loves to run his hands up and down your sides, gazing up and down your figure lovingly, when he looks back at your face and sees your love struck expression, he'll slowly smirk at you with a salacious glint in his eyes🥵😳

-Art loves this position because he knows he can wrap his arms completely around you so that you can't get away (not that you'd want to let's be fr) and he's able to sit back and see all of you at once, sitting pretty for him on his black and white clad lap in your semi revealing pjs (thin tank top and panties combo ftw🙂‍↕️🤘)

-Even if you aren't planning on getting down and dirty in those moments, he'll still love to feel you up all over, taking his sweet time especially when he gets to your chest- he's got a thing for boobs (because he can honk em duh😛🙂‍↕️🤫) and he loves the reactions you give him when he's got his hands squeezing them

-Sometimes in these moments he'd squeeze his horn in one hand while squeezing your breast with the other simultaneously, making his signature surprised face while you'd start laughing at how ridiculously silly he is🥲📯

-He’d also love to pull you close and smush his face right in between them, breathing you in and loving just how soft you are; this causes you to sharply inhale and shakily exhale because you feel so deliciously vulnerable with how intimately close he is to you😮‍💨

-Art is very fine tuned to your reactions, picking up on your quickening heartbeat and breaths that are turning more shaky with each passing second~ you could feel him smiling against your chest and his grip tightens around you, trying to pull you even closer (if that's even possible at this point lol)

-More often than not he'll fall asleep in this position because you're so comfortable (like his own personal body pillow😃), you'll look down at him and chuckle when you see his eyes closed contentedly and the tiniest line of drool making its way down his chin and dripping on your chest💧

-You'll eventually end up cradling the back of his head in your arms and give him a sweet kiss on his forehead, which usually stirs him, just long enough to prompt him to move this party of two to your shared bedroom💋

-He'd gaze up at you lovingly, removing his arms slowly from the hold they have around your body, stopping briefly to squeeze your breasts yet again while raising his eyebrows suggestively at you before letting you stand up from his lap and stretch

-You would turn away from him for a brief moment to turn off the tv and blow out the candles on the coffee table, all the while Art, still sat on the couch, would intently watch your ass shake slightly as you bent down to pick up his candy wrappers scattered across the carpet��

-Shifting back around to face him, you could tell what he was thinking about and you just chuckled at him, making the “shame on you” sign with your fingers, smirking back at him to which he would look around dramatically and point to himself as if to say “who, me?🥺😲” followed by him blowing you grandiose exaggerated kisses with his hand and sticking his tongue out at you from between his teeth playfully😝

-He always finds a way to make you smile and laugh even when he's staring you down with the most lustful look in his eyes

-You'd motion for him to come with you and he'd quickly follow your lead, jumping to his feet and kicking his clown shoes off to a random corner of the room, eager to get into bed with you

-You'd be heading down the hallway with Art trailing right behind, a sweet longing for you radiating off of his tall form in the way in which he pursued you🏃‍♂️‍💨

-As soon as you make it to the bedroom, the clown would instantly pick you up into his desiring arms, laying you down lovingly on the bed and just standing back to admire you for a moment more with a sickeningly sweet grin before moving to climb on the bed with you🛏️🤡😈

-Before laying down completely, Art would look at you with the biggest doe eyes he could pull, gesturing to your tank top and pulling the bottom of it up ever so slightly before clasping his hands together dramatically in a pleading motion, asking if he could take it off of you (it's his little way of asking consent🥹)

-You smiled at him and nodded, sitting up just enough for him to more easily have access to you as he removed the piece of clothing from your upper body; once it was off, Art sat back on his haunches with his eyes wide, placing his hands over his heart and moving them up and down as if to signify that his heart was thumping outside of his chest at the sight of your nearly naked form, making you blush even deeper under his gaze- he's seen you completely naked so many times now but you still feel the heat in your cheeks rise every time he does😘💓💘

-Art would notice your blush right away, his mouth cracking into that twisted smirk as he reached out to stroke your tinged red cheek with his gloved hand briefly and then running said hand down your bare chest teasingly before moving to lay down beside you; he found it so cute how quickly you would become flustered by whatever he did to you

-Once you both are situated under the covers, your legs intertwined with his much longer ones, Art’s head would quickly find its resting place between your breasts yet again, leaving soft kisses (and probably a bit of the face paint from his mouth) anywhere that he could now that much more skin was exposed before finally snuggling into your chest, sighing happily and soundlessly against your form🫦👀

-His sweet ministrations and the sensations of his lips against your skin would cause you to let out little moans, in turn feeling him smirk against you yet again- he adored all the hot sounds he could get you to make, proud of the fact that he could make you feel so good; he would usually tease you and mock you whenever you'd make little sounds or faces of pleasure since he found you so amusing (and he knew that it also got you off😏) but in more tender times such as this, Art would let you do your thing and he would just take it all in, savoring you sweetly😘😉

-His hands are also immediately on you again, wrapping his thin yet strong arms around your body so possessively and securely in such a way that only he was capable of🙏

-You felt so safe and protected in his arms; you knew nobody or nothing could hurt you when you were with Art, and you knew he would do anything it took to make sure you were always secure💜

-You wrapped your arms around him in return, rubbing up and down his back, occasionally making little circular massaging motions across his shoulder blades and lightly running your fingernails along the broad expanse of the clown’s smooth and strong form; if he was capable of making noises he would be purring at this, Art head over heels for the tender gentle comfort you provided him

-Glancing down at Art’s sweet face against your chest, and him staring right back up at you with his dark piercing eyes, you told him that you loved him; he smiled so wide at that and you could feel his hands stroke your sides earnestly, one of his ways of saying that he loved you too🥹🥹🥹

-You sighed contentedly as you close your eyes, wanting to stay in this position forever

-You both fall asleep in a beautiful embrace, Art subconsciously miming little snores and you being lulled into a dream like state by the hefty rise and fall of his chest against your body🫁🫂

-Although you didn't end up going all the way that night since you both were so overtaken by sleep, that was a-ok since you both knew that you had the entirety of the weekend to look forward to; there would be plenty of time for Art to show you just how much he loved and adored you (just get ready to be woken up in the morning to Art snapping the waistband of your underwear playfully against your hip and his mouth trailing wet kisses up the side of your thigh-who needs an alarm clock when you have a handsome and horny clown to get you up?😏😉🥵🥴)

Thank you so much for reading I hope you enjoyed😘😘😘🤘🤘🤘

(Lemme know if you want more like this and as always feel free to send prompts☺️)

[peppermintquartz]

They sit together on the couch, Evan leaning into one armrest and Tommy curled against him, an inversion of how they used to cuddle when they were together. Tommy feels flayed open, every last nerve exposed; Evan is running his fingers through Tommy's hair in a soothing way, nothing to suggest that he wants more than this.

They don't talk.

Despite the silence and the rawness of his emotions, Tommy feels safe, in a way he hasn't for a long time. He doesn't want this bubble to burst.

It's not until well past noon that either of them speaks. Evan says, "I wish you'd reached out earlier."

"I'm sorry," Tommy whispers. "It was just... I'd wanted to give you space and time."

With a sigh, Evan wraps an arm over Tommy's broad shoulders. "Felt like you had abandoned me."

Tommy feels like something hit him in the chest. He shifts to look Evan in the eyes. Evan's gaze is soft, almost sad. Tommy's heart breaks anew. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... It was not my intention."

"I know now," Evan replies, and touches the corner of Tommy's mouth. He sighs again and lets his head fall back. "It's just... I have a girlfriend now, and she's nice. Really nice." He pauses. "I'm gonna need to think about us. And me and her."

"I don't mean to come between you and her," Tommy says, guilt in every syllable. "I did mean it when I said I was happy that you're happy."

"But you're not," Evan says, as if that is something so important to him, he has to up-end his entire life to make it right. His fingers resume combing through Tommy's hair.

There's something Tommy has noticed, but he doesn't want to say it or bring Evan's attention to it. Selfishly, he hopes that it bodes well for him. But if Evan and his girlfriend are really good for each other, who is Tommy to stand in the way?

But Evan has never mentioned her name, not once. Not in their texts, not in their conversation, not even in his Instagram posts. Tommy knows her name because she was tagged in the posts.

Evan didn't tell Tommy his girlfriend's name.

Evan doesn't let anyone call him Evan, except for Tommy.

Evan is here, in his house, holding him, because Tommy used his name in their chat.

There's a wisp of a chance. Tommy is afraid of looking too closely at it, lest it is a figment of his imagination.

But his fingers are twitching, metaphorically speaking. He wants to grab hold of this sliver of a chance that Evan wants him back.

He adjusts his position so he is lying on top of Evan; when he looks down, Evan doesn't look away. He doesn't even move away. His hands - big, capable hands - slide to hold Tommy's upper arms.

Tommy waits, holding himself up.

Evan licks his lips, and then shakes his head, pushing Tommy gently on his chest. Going with the momentum, Tommy sits back on his heels, feeling hollowed out.

Then Evan picks up his phone from the coffee table and dials a number. It takes about five rings before it's picked up. Evan stands and walks to the hallway to speak, even though with the silence of the house, Tommy will hear any word that isn't whispered.

"Hey," Evan says. He turns to look at Tommy and bites his lower lip. "We need to talk." Listening to the response, he shuts his eyes for a moment, and looks at Tommy again, this time smiling like he's found an answer. "I'm sorry I haven't texted you all morning... No. It's, uh. I needed to clear my head, that's all. It's something I've been considering." He closes his eyes again, and his shoulders relax completely. "I'm sorry. I want to break up with you."

Tommy grips a cushion so tightly his knuckles go white.

Evan winces at some of the words being shouted at him through the phone. When that stops, he says, "I'm really sorry. But we're not gonna work out, and I don't want to waste your time on me." His gaze falls on Tommy and a relieved smile floats over his face, before he turns away. "We all deserve love. I'm sorry, I'm just not the guy for you... Yeah. Goodbye."

Still gripping the cushion, Tommy waits for Evan to look at him again. His heart is racing so fast, he's surprised his ribcage is intact.

Evan comes back to the couch and cups Tommy's face with his hands. "Now we can kiss. And after that, we talk."

And they do.

Flame

@118dailydrabble, day 1

“Tommy?” Kyle says, and Tommy tugs his gaze back.

“Sorry,” he says. “I- got distracted. What were you saying?”

But Kyle’s already turning to look over his shoulder at the crowd of firefighters who just entered the bar, one broad blue-eyed man among them.

“Friends of yours?”

Tommy chuckles. “Old flame, actually,” he says. Casual.

Buck’s at a new station, and Tommy doesn’t recognize any of the others. His hand is on a woman’s back. Friendly? Familial? Buck leans down to whisper in her ear, and she giggles. Not friendly.

“Ah.” Kyle grins, unbothered. “You want to get out of here, then?”

Tommy grins back, stomach twisting, knives under his skin. Chokes it down and says, “Of course.”

[luminique]

hii hii lumii !! I ADORE your interpretation of lighter so far— I love him smm

anyways, I hope my req is okay but I was wondering if you could do a comfort fic ? maybe reader has been a lil distant lately and just in some feels and he gives them a lil talk after being blown off here and there to find out they were having issues w their mental health and not feeling good enough and maybe he’s caught off guard because reader is usually so out going and always has a smile on their face and to see them feel so small makes him wanna take care of them so much and gives them so much reassurance and gentle kisses and cuddles 👉👈

I hope it’s okay !! I’ve been in the feels lately

hi anonn !! im gonna answer this one first because i've been in the feels too and i think we all deserve some reassurance, especially after all of the sad lighter story.

i don't take lighter for the kind to be too intrusive. that's not to say that he doesn't notice the way you're staring off into the distance, as if always having something on your mind. or the way you left earlier than usual for the SoC's nightly hangouts around the fire. or the way you had just been distancing yourself from him.

maybe you just needed a day, or two, and so he waited. he waited, and waited, but it just seemed like it was getting worse. he was beginning to get anxious, coming up with possibilities and worse case scenarios. even his favorite grape-flavored lollipop couldn't reduce the anxiety that was building up inside of him as he followed after you one night.

he shook off his nerves, spending quite a bit of time at the front door of your lodging while in blazewood. mentally practicing what to say so that he wouldn't make things even worse than they already were. one step, two deep breaths, three knocks on your door. he cleared his voice, usually confident and smooth but now carried a hint of worry in it.

"hey, uh... everything alright?"

you could hear the ruffling of his jacket, the soft metal clinks of his gloves. he didn't dare open the door until you allowed him to, so he waited, just like he always had. "lighter? yeah, everything's fine," was that a slight crack in your voice? no, no, he had to have imagined that. he knew it was wrong but he had waited long enough. he turned the knob, opening the door just a little bit but still not walking in.

"you don't have to tell me everything. just... know that i'll be here, waiting for you." he wasn't the best at comforting, nor was he good at even navigating these sorts of things but at the very least, he wanted you to have the knowledge that you had him. it didn't take long for you to finally get up, opening the door that separated the both of you. you looked so... different. the light absent from your eyes, the edges of your lips normally turned upwards but now they weren't. if he couldn't say what you wanted to hear, maybe you'd understand through his actions.

his arms wrapped around you. squeezing you just a little tighter than usual as he somehow made the both of you waddle backwards into your room. he had kept his gloves in his pants, not wanting to hurt you even more with them. his embrace was a familiar warmth, like the fire during particularly cold nights in the outer ring. you could hear his heart racing, was it from nervousness? anxiety? fear? even he didn't know.

he took this as an opportunity to place soft kisses on the top of your head but then stopped all of a sudden. he turned around to the door and realized that it was still wide open. he kicked it close with his foot, feeling embarrassed at the fact that he had to stop because of something so minor. he wanted you to feel safe, to have privacy, to be able to breathe without others barging in. technically, he had invaded this space of yours but you were slowly melting into him, as if you had been waiting for this too.

every passing second hugging you, kissing you, it made his own worries disappear. he hoped the same for you as you slowly spoke to him about your own problems. as he listened, he'd pause every once in while to give you a deadpan stare. not because he was making fun of you or anything, but it genuinely baffled him how you could say such things about yourself. you felt so insecure about yourself and your image, about being with him, being with the SoC. he had to physically stop himself from just blurting "i love you" every time you said something so degrading.

instead, he chose to wait and listen. his calloused hands gently caressing yours, his lips pressing kisses on the side of your head as you nuzzled into him. he loves you for who you are, the person in front of him, not the image that you had made yourself out to be in your mind. but he waits for you to let it all out before he says anything else. he will wait, he will listen, he will always be there for you.