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suguann · 3 days ago

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✎. you aren’t happy about your roommate’s party until you meet the attractive guy down the hall.

tags. fem!reader, future installments will contain smut, age difference, original characters, college student reader, one-night stands, angst, dirty talk, hurt/comfort, size kink, unplanned pregnancy

featuring. simon

It’s your first semester living off-campus, and Finn is boundlessly enthusiastic about all things that involve cheap liquor and crowded spaces, even more so now that she roped you into being her roommate after promising to split the cost of furnishing an apartment that’s probably too expensive for two undergrads working part-time, low-pay jobs.

You don’t like parties, really.

Movies and the social connotations surrounding parties have always made them seem like some monumental proverbial chip in your college experience; the real thing, once the bright-eyed shine of trying something new wears off, is more or less a bunch of random people packed into a room like sardines who abate their social awkwardness with alcohol and loud music.

So, no, you can’t exactly say that you enjoy the thought of Finn’s friends (and everyone she hardly smiles at) cramping up your already tiny apartment—especially when one of them is Miller from one of your business classes, who gives you the creeps.

And leave it to Finn to invite him, anyway.

"Now he knows where I live," you grumble into your bowl of cereal—something probably too sweet and (definitely) full of sugar for breakfast.

Finn shrugs, not at all worried for you, as she pours more sticky orange batter into the hot pan on the stove. "The guy has a crush on you. I think it's cute. And he seems harmless."

“Harmless until I end up in a ditch somewhere.”

You don’t have to see her face to know she’s doing that thing with her mouth whenever you say something she thinks is ridiculous. “If you’d agree to split the Netflix bill, you wouldn’t be stuck watching horror movies. Why do you only own horror movies, again?”

"That's easy for you to say.” You roll your eyes, ignoring her question. “You don’t have to sit by him every week.”

(As if that would ever convince her to change her mind.)

"Ow! Shit!"

You look up right before Finn drops a steaming pancake onto her hand and rushes to the sink to run it under cold water. The mutilated pancake lay forgotten with the others that didn't survive her last several attempts.

"Finn, I think this is unnecessary," you tell her after swallowing a mouthful of cereal. "Can't you do something more practical? Like sticking a note to their door?"

Finn looks up from the sink, her wild, red curls bouncing from the movement. "Oh, come on! Don't chicken out now. I've already made fifteen of these things." She points her pink spatula at the tower of not-quite pumpkin-shaped pancakes on the counter. "Plus, who's going to turn down free food? Now, go put on your costume and hand these out."

You shovel another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, scowling. "I'm not wearing the costume you picked out. It's so...inappropriate."

You’re pretty sure Finn picked out your costume from the dicey sex shop down the street rather than an actual Halloween store—the amount of mesh compared to solid fabric only solidifies the theory.

Finn finally turns the water off and gives you a stern look, amused eyes set under a furrowed brow. "I can find the one you own in the children's section at Costco."

You roll your eyes. "I really don’t feel like flashing my tits to the neighbors while offering them breakfast.”

She grins, wide and teasing. "You have nice tits, though.”

"Yeah, I'm sure the old woman down the hall would love to see her neighbor in the equivalent of a thong and nipple coverings at the start of her day." You don’t think you’d ever be able to look her in the eye again.

"Miss Yado is cool,” Finn says, returning to the stove to continue cooking. “She'll probably just tell you to wear a jacket or something."

You pick up your empty bowl and lean over the counter to put it in the sink. "I didn't know you talked to our neighbors."

Finn shrugs, flipping the pancake in the skillet. "She normally walks her dog while I'm heading to class. I stop to talk to her sometimes when I'm not running late."

“Oh?”

She shoots you a wry grin over her shoulder. "You'd know the neighbors too if you didn't scowl all the time."

In response, the corners of your mouth tip down. "I don’t scowl."

"Now, would you go change? These are getting cold."

Several minutes later, you come out of your room wearing the same costume you'd worn the past two years. Finn pouts when she sees you forwent the one she had picked out. However, she doesn’t do more than shake her head and shove a handful of food containers full of pancakes into your hands.

“You’ll be fine. Just remember to smile,” she tells you before the front door closes behind you.

You start on your end of the hall, going door to door and handing out the small containers. The whole time, you’re wondering why Finn couldn’t do this herself, considering you’re hardly a people person as is. Thankfully, nobody seemed too annoyed about being bothered on a Saturday morning—only one neighbor shut the door in your face before you could say anything.

But it’s fine. You’re not going to let it ruin your day. Plus, you only have one person left.

There’s a small pit of nerves in your stomach when you knock this time—half expecting another door to the face. What you don’t expect, however, is the tall and imposing guy who answers.

Who also doesn’t appear to be any less annoyed.

Your mouth opens and closes helplessly, all words stuck to the back of your tongue, watching as stray water droplets drip down from his wet hair and travel down the side of his face before dispersing into the dark stubble lining his jaw.

You stare. And stare. Eyes, most likely, bugging unattractively out of your head.

How did Finn never mention the super hot neighbor who lived six doors down the hall?

He gives you a once-over, and part of you suddenly wishes you’d gone with Finn's costume instead. Only because here, at that moment, you’re willing to admit that maybe the one you have on looks like a six-year-old picked it out—especially when this guy, who is way out of your league, scrutinizes it for a second longer, mostly your frilly crew socks.

"Can I help you?" he asks, his voice low as if he hasn’t been awake for long.

You blink, mild embarrassment rushing through you from the sudden realization that you’ve been standing there and saying absolutely nothing.

"Hi, um, I'm your neighbor from down the hall. My roommate and I are throwing a Halloween party, and we're inviting people in the building." Annoyance slowly melts off his face.

"Thank you,” heavily tattooed arms cross over his broad chest, and he leans against the door frame (and you definitely don’t stare at how his biceps seem to strain against his black t-shirt). “But I think I'm getting a little old for parties."

The corners of your mouth tip up in what’s the beginning of a smile.

"Okay, sure. You're, what, twenty-five?"

It’s a stupid joke, and for a moment, you panic, afraid he’d been unimpressed, but then his lips quirked slightly. "Not quite. Nice costume. Let me guess, fairy?"

"Witch, actually. I’ve always gone with something more original," you babble and bite your lip before you can say something else.

"It’s cute."

Cute?

You’re unsure if you should feel elated that he thinks so or self-conscious—that he might be making fun of you—so you settle with a mumbled “thanks.”

"So, what's with the container?" he asks, nodding toward your hands.

"Oh, um, my roommate thought she could bribe people with food to come to the party." Truthfully, it’s to prevent potential complaints from the neighbors, but you decide not to mention that part, although you think he knows by the way the corner of his mouth subtly lifts.

You give him the plastic container and watch as he stares into it with a furrowed brow. "It's a... pancake?"

"Er, yeah. My roommate likes to go above and beyond for everything."

"What's it supposed to be?" he asks, glancing up at you.

"Um, a pumpkin..."

You look between him and the container and find Finn had accidentally mixed up her presentable pancakes with the throwaways. And the pumpkin shape is...well, it isn't.

"Ah, I see," he nods, his slowly drying hair falling onto his forehead. "That makes more sense."

You can’t stop the giggle that bubbles to the surface. "You think you can do better?"

"Yes, actually," he grins back, all cocksure, with a flash of white teeth. "Maybe I’ll bring some over some time."

"I won't tell her you said that." However, you can't wait to rib Finn later.

"Right, it probably wouldn't make a very good first impression." Then he sticks out his free hand, "Simon."

You shyly shake it—ignoring the little skip in your chest at how big his hand is compared to yours—and tell him your name, too.

His eyes flicker down to his watch, and he curses under his breath. "Well, it was nice meeting you. But I have to finish getting ready for work."

Only then do you take note of the tactical pants and heavy boots he’s wearing.

When you meet his gaze again, you find amusement there, and you consider, with a new rush of mortification, that it probably seemed like you’d been openly eyeing his crotch.

You clear your throat, the back of your neck feeling hot, and you pointedly pretend your voice doesn’t hitch when you breathe a soft, tremulous, "Okay, sure.”

"Tell your roommate I said thanks for breakfast."

"Yeah, I'll tell her. Um, I guess I'll see you around." No longer able to make eye contact with him, you turn away and begin walking (though it’s probably closer to running) toward your door.

And you definitely don’t look over your shoulder to see if he’s still standing there.

You spend most of the party hanging out near the front door, quietly hoping Simon might show up—even though it seems unlikely. After all, he did mention that he’s too old for parties, and a small, insecure part of you wonders if it was his polite way of turning you down.

"The guy was running late,” Finn had tried to reassure you. “I'm sure he was thinking about how to beat expressway traffic before the lunch hour rush hit. Not about the crazy lady in a witch costume running away from his door."

That was the initial deciding factor between your witch costume and the one Finn’s been trying to force you into—only so you don’t have to hear another person call you cute just to seem nice.

And leave it to Finn to jump at the opportunity to help you get ready, though she nearly freaked out when you popped into your joint bathroom with an old tube of mascara that you rummaged out of your nightstand.

"Do you know how many germs are probably on that thing?" Finn’s nose scrunched up as she threw it away in the waste bin near the toilet. "Please tell me you haven't used it since you bought it?"

You had rolled your eyes. "Probably not."

Finn sighed, then smiled. "Luckily for you, I own more than a crusty mascara tube."

You were about to argue, but when Finn told you to sit on the toilet lid with a dangerously sharp liner pen, you’d clenched your jaw instead, unsure what you were more scared of when Finn brought the pen close to your face: that your friend might potentially stab you in the eye or that you’d come out of the bathroom with raccoon eyes.

Thankfully, when Finn finally finished, neither was the case, except the number of looks you’ve been receiving anytime someone stops in the kitchen to get more drinks is something you hadn’t anticipated—especially when one of them happens to be Miller.

You’ve been avoiding him and his overly bare chest from the moment he walked through your front door. It grew more challenging after Finn left your side (the traitor) to talk to a guy you’ve seen her hanging around with on campus a few times.

And with the apartment feeling smaller than it already is, you’re only option is to blend in with the group hanging around your kitchen island.

You’ll be fine, Finn said.

Right, you think as you adjust the scanty tube top under your mesh shirt, trying to cover more of yourself with what little fabric you have at your disposal, and you wonder if it’s too late to change—

A knock at the door makes you perk up, regardless of how noisy the room is, with eardrum-shattering music and loud college students. You pull it open, expecting to see Simon on the other side, only to be disappointed when it’s one of Finn’s friends and her girlfriend instead.

"Hey, Roma." You realize you probably sound rude and attempt to give them your best smile—which is more or less a grimace.

Roma smooths out her extremely short referee-style dress. "Sorry, we're late! I couldn't remember where you lived. There are way too many blue apartment buildings around here..."

Everything she’s saying goes in one ear and out the other when you spot Simon stepping out of the door to the stairway across the hall. You hold your breath, waiting for him to look up from his phone.

But he keeps walking.

"Uh, yeah," you say distractedly before speeding up the conversation. "Hey, Finn is in the living room, but I'll see you guys inside, okay? I need to do something."

You step around them to catch up to Simon, which you learn isn’t easy in heels. So you call his name, hoping he hears you and smiling when he turns toward you. And you don’t miss how his gaze trails down your body slowly.

It makes something inside you quiver as you nervously play with the short hem of your skirt.

“Hey,” he says, sounding every bit as tired as he looks—his shirt from that morning now wrinkled with bluish hollows under his eyes—though he tries to hide it with what you think is an attempt at a smile.

And your cheeks burn because you feel guilty.

"Hey," you repeat dumbly.

Your eyes lower as his smile melts into one of faint amusement at your lack of tact. You fidget, shifting from one foot to the other. Maybe, you think, you should have let him walk into his apartment before you could embarrass yourself further today.

After a moment, you meet his gaze again.

"Uh, I just wanted to see if you still wanted to come over…But I imagine you're probably not up for it, so I’ll leave—"

Simon surprises you when he shrugs his shoulders and says, "Sure."

Your mouth gapes, unsure if you heard him correctly. "Wh-what?"

"I just need to shower and change, and then I'll be over. Okay?"

"I... yeah, okay," your nod is shy, trying not to betray eagerness.

A lazy grin stretches across his mouth. "Nice costume, by the way," he disappears into his apartment before he can witness how his words make you flush.

And you walk back to your apartment feeling a little more floaty than when you left.

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#.things i write #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #cod x reader #cod imagine #cod x you #mw2 x reader #mw2 imagine #fem!reader

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kakujis · 22 days ago

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you only call me on the weekend.

warnings: afab!fem reader, situationship, unrequited feelings, oliver can't admit he loves you, praise, creamp*e, implied multiple rounds, that should be it! not proofread.

ft + wc: oliver aiku hehe. around 1.6k

a/n: THIS IS A REPOST! I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, but alas, I am extremely busy with end of semester stuff. This got fl*gged so I'm hoping this repost can make it to more ppl, mwah to all the new Oliver lovers!!

you hate oliver aiku. you hate the missed calls, the times he’s stood you up, and the amount of times he’s left you on read. but when your phone chimed that night and you saw his name etched across the brightly lit screen of your phone, you didn’t hesitate to open it.

oliver♡: hey baby, you free tonight?

don’t respond. don’t fall so easily. don’t give him what he wants. this is the mantra that you tell yourself every time he pops up, whenever the other girls he pursues turns him down and he tries to come crawling back to you for the sake of getting his dick wet.

but you’re weak for him and that’s why you respond without fail every time.

y/n: i might be. why?

you bite your lip, fuck, you know why.

oliver♡: i miss you, pretty girl. that’s why. let me come over, yeah?

that stupid phrase has your thighs rubbing together and you can feel your resolve, what little you had anyway, cracking.

y/n: mm, dunno.

oliver♡: you don’t miss me?

say no, your mind screams, for once, don’t let him get his way.

y/n: …maybe a little.

oliver♡: be there soon, <3.

y/n: that doesn’t mean come over!

you sigh, frowning and turning your phone off before tossing it to the side. you try to immerse yourself back into the show you were watching, but the prospect of oliver coming made your hands clammy and you’re unsure if it’s due to nerves or excitement.

there’s a knock on your door and your stomach drops, fuck that was fast. of course he was nearby, he knows you can’t say no. and that's the annoying part, that he was waiting nearby, planning, no, knowing that you would let him in.

as you walk over, you steel yourself, you’re gonna give him a piece of your mind this time. if he wants to keep fucking you, then he needs to put a little more effort in. yeah, that’s it, that’s what you’ll say.

but as soon as the door opens, he’s on you. you can’t even get a syllable out before he’s slamming you against the wall and crashing his lips onto yours. he kisses you like he’s starving, like you’re the first meal he’s had in years.

you can barely breathe, the air sucked out of your lungs as he picks you up, your legs naturally curling around his waist, while your nails are digging into his shoulders as he turns and kicks the door shut.

he’s fast, barely stumbling down the hallway as he walks you to the bedroom. throwing you down onto the bed, you’re given a moment of respite, gasping.

“oliver-“ you try, but he’s back on you instantly, slipping his tongue in, while some drool runs from your mouth. he tugs at the waistband of your shorts, before sliding them off.

his fingers ghost your clothed pussy, groaning when he feels the wet patch on your undies. he leaves your mouth to leave sloppy, wet kisses across your cheek before he’s growling in your ear, “you’re always soaked when i’m around, aren’t you?”

you whine out a needy and breathless, “mhm,” mind already hazy and resistance long gone. you tug at his shirt and he gives a light laugh, that makes your heart ache, before pulling it off.

“your turn.” he says and you scramble to take yours off. “god, you’re so pretty.” he hums, hand trailing through the valley of your breasts, making you tremble. you burn under his hungry gaze, trying to look away, but he catches you. your chin caught between the pad of his thumb and pointer finger, “eyes on me.”

you watch as he takes your panties off next, another hum of approval from him when he sees your glistening folds. he was right, you were soaked and eager, your body reacting to every touch or word he gives.

you hate oliver aiku. you hate how he makes you burn with the desire, how every touch of his hand across the expanse of your skin has you whimpering. you hate that he always knows what to say to keep you wrapped around his finger, his words keeping you collared to him.

but god do you love the stretch of his thick cock as it slides into your dripping cunt, mewling as he sinks down, inch by inch. he grits his teeth as he bottoms out, stilling a bit to let you adjust, before he’s driving into you like he hasn’t seen you in years.

sometimes, you think you were made for him. the way no other fling ever brings you as high as oliver does. his cock hits all the right places, your face contorted in pleasure as the slap! of skin against skin reverberates within the room. or maybe, you think like that because he tells you that. “fuck baby,” he hisses, “ah, you were fucking made for me, shit.”

oliver knows you like the palm of his hand. he knows when you want him to talk to you sweetly. he knows when you want him to growl obscenities in your ear. but most of all, he knows you always want him to fuck you stupid.

your whines are like music to his ears, as he thrusts into you, heavy balls against your ass. your head falls back against the pillow, eyes closing as you let the pleasure wash over you. but oliver tsks, hooking his thumb into your mouth and jerking it downward. your eyes fly open as he grunts, “i said, eyes on me.”

“s-sorry,” you whimper, trying to maintain eye contact with him, “ah, fuck!” but you just can’t, each thrust against your sweet spot has your eyes rolling back. you feel his hand on the back of your head, making sure you can’t throw it back, he wants to see it all, every fucked out expression you’ll give him.

it’s part of his ego to see you come undone on him. he loves that such a pretty thing like you lets him ruin you. in fact he craves it so much that he’s basically stopped sleeping around with others. he thinks you’re the cutest thing to cream on his cock, especially when you paw and whine that “ts too much!”

unfortunately for him, he’s not gonna be able to hold back this time. the noises you’re making are too pretty and the clench of your pussy feels too good. he’s sure this is the closest to love he’s ever gotten.

“‘m gonna,” you gasp, glassy eyes gazing up into his, “oliver, i’m-“

“i know, baby,” he coos, “you’re, ah, gonna cum right? cum for me, yeah?”

it’s embarrassing how quickly you do, the legs wrapped around him trembling as you clench down on his cock, vision blurring.

“that’s it,” he praises, fucking you through your high, “good fuckin’ girl.” and it’s not long til he’s coming undone too, groaning as he fills your pussy up, painting it in hot white ropes.

he pulls you in and you squeak, before he’s pressing a deep kiss into your lips. it’s the first time he’s done this and you’re caught off guard by the intimacy. but you don’t fight it, closing your eyes as he gives you kiss after kiss.

“let me stay the night.” he says in between kisses and you pull away, pushing his face back with your hand. you blink at him, perplexed. did he get hit in the head? not only has he not pulled out, but he’s even asking to stay the night?

“… who are you and what have you done with oliver aiku?” but he laughs at your confused expression.

“c’mon, i drove all the way here princess.” he teases and you tilt your head, brow furrowed. it’s annoying, as if you’ve never done that for him before. he’s not sure you notice the way that turns him on, but the blood’s already started rushing to his once softening cock.

you do notice and you frown, “you just wanna fuck me again.”

“what’s so wrong with that?” he asks and you groan, pushing him off hard enough that he slips out of you. you roll over, curling up into your side, feeling his seed drip onto the sheets.

“ugh, just go away oliver. i need to take a shower.” you feel stupid, dumb, and a little used but you refuse to cry in his presence, making a mental note that you really need to cut things off. but settles in next to you, throwing his arms over you and pulling you close.

“that’s not the only reason,” he sighs and your heart flutters, “besides, have i ever told you you’re my favorite?”

“not funny.” you deadpan, it’s stupid but your heart does feel a little lighter. you feel his hands wander over your body and you curse yourself for being so weak, feeling his stubble brush against your skin before he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“i just wanna spend some time with you, i missed you.” he murmurs, breath hot on your ear. your breath hitches as he finds your puffy clit, rubbing slow, sticky circles.

“fine… but only because i love you.” you whimper as you spread your legs for him again, giving in for the nth time. you hate oliver aiku, but only because you’re so stupid in love with him. he knows, but he bites back the urge to say it back and let you know that you don't have to worry about it. you're not just his favorite, but his one and only.

“good girl.” he growls, before hooking a hand on the back of your knee, spreading you wider. maybe one day he’ll say it back.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk smut #oliver aiku x reader #bllk x reader #oliver aiku smut #pibby's dreams #holy crap its been so long i forgot my own tag system #dividers by @/cafekitsune

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thewritingrowlet · 2 months ago

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The Twins and Their Queens pt. 2, ft. STAYC Seeun

tags: blowjob, creampie, hot seat

length: 8k+

author's note: sorry, I've been pretty busy with work and other irl stuff.

“Did he just—”

You nearly can’t believe your ears. Your brother just so nonchalantly admitted that his wife was sucking him off. You scratch your head, only realizing now that you should’ve taken the time difference into account before calling him—you could’ve called earlier (or perhaps later) and not caught them having sex.

“I mean, it’s not like it’s illegal,” Seeun breaks the silence, “they’re consenting adults and legally married, aren’t they?” “I know, but still, I don’t feel comfortable hearing such words from him—it somewhat feels disrespectful, too,” you say. She moves to kneel between your legs that are dangling off the edge of the bed. “If you’re not comfortable hearing it, perhaps you’re comfortable receiving it?” You take a deep breath so that you can turn your focus on your girlfriend. “Perhaps,” you say with a smile, “please, noona.”

Seeun frees you of your joggers, pulling down your boxers together as she does. “Oh, you’re ready for noona, aren’t you?” You inhale sharply as you feel her soft hands stroking your shaft. “I’m always ready for you, noona; I’m your boyfriend after all.” “I never thought I’d date someone younger than me,” she chuckles, “anyway, time for my breakfast.”

Your girlfriend takes your tip in her mouth, her gaze still locked with yours. “Please,” you say, almost too quietly. She winks at you and starts going down your length, the wetness of her mouth giving you goosebumps everywhere. “That’s so good, fuck,” a praise flies out of your lips as you pet her head gently. One of the many things you’ve learned about Seeun is that she loves praise. To her, it’s like getting a shot of excitement and confidence that gives her the spirit to do her best, especially during sex.

Today is no different, obviously. With your encouraging praise circling in her head, she finds the determination to take the entirety of your shaft in her mouth, and you can feel the tip of your cock hitting the back of her throat. “Fuck, that’s crazy,” you mindlessly comment. She removes you from her mouth and promptly takes a deep breath. “You liked that, didn’t you, baby?” You reach for her face and wipe some tears off her cheeks. “Of course I did, but you don’t have to force yourself to tears like this,” you say. Seeun rubs her cheek against your palm like a cat. “You’re so sweet, baby—you might be young, but you certainly don’t lack kindness and maturity,” she assesses. You chuckle. “Please, I’m only 10 months younger than you.”

Seeun says that she wants to finish the job and won’t take no for an answer, so you sit still and let her do what she wants with you. If she prioritized going deep earlier, she now opts to go fast, eager to make you cum first thing in the morning. “Fuck,” you let a profanity fly out of your lips when you feel her tongue running back and forth on the underside of your cock. “I really can’t last long if you keep doing it like this,” you say. “Feew fwee fo cuw,” she utters unintelligibly, and you guess that you’re welcome to cum whenever.

You know that you’re inching closer towards your first orgasm as time goes. “Noona,” you utter with heavy breaths, “please, I’m so close.” Seeun plants her hands on your knees and starts bobbing her head faster, and that’s when an idea enters your mind: what if you thrust forward and meet her in the middle?

To find out, you place your hands on the back of her head and thrust forward, timing it with her movements to ensure maximum pleasure. “Fuck, this is crazy,” you think. With a grunt, you send your first load of the day into her mouth, and Seeun does her best to not panic as her mouth and throat are flooded. After your shaft has stopped spurting out every last drop of your cum, she removes you from her mouth and swallows everything swiftly.

You fall backwards limply onto your back. “We were supposed to get breakfast,” you say weakly. Seeun giggles. “I don’t know about you, but I did get my breakfast.” She joins you in bed and pulls you into her warm embrace. “You did so well, noona—maybe too well,” you praise her one more time. “Aww, you’re so sweet, babe,” she replies, peppering your head with kisses after.

You take a lap around the buffet area while holding hands with Seeun, checking out what options you have for breakfast. “Anything catches your fancy, babe?” She asks as her eyes scan the bread counter. “I want that,” you point at a jar of blueberry jam, “I’ll get that on a toast first and then figure out what I’m eating next.” Seeun pouts. “I don’t like blueberry jam—I want peanut butter.”

Without breaking the tangle, you grab a slice of bread, put some butter on it, and drop it in the toaster. Seeun then does the same, which makes you realize something. “Sometimes I forget that you’re left-handed,” you comment. She giggles cutely. “There’s a reason I’m always on your left, babe.”

A ding from the toaster steals your attention, and when you look, both your and her slice of bread are cooked perfectly. “Remind me to get a toaster when we get back, noona—I want to have toasts every morning.” You place the toasts side by side on the same plate, and as unfortunate as it is, you have to let go of her hand. Seeun lets out a grunt to express her disapproval, but you make sure to quickly tend to your toast and then return your hand to its previous position. “I’d like to see you spread peanut butter on your toast with one hand,” you challenge her. She clicks her tongue in playful mockery and quickly smear peanut butter on her toast. “Do you want to see me do it again?”

You look at your surroundings to see if there are people nearby—there’s only that couple sitting at that table in the far corner of the dining area. You pull your girlfriend by her hand until she’s right in front of you. “I love you, Yoon Seeun—I love you lots.” Your words draw a big smile on her face. “I love you too, babe,” she replies, “are you going to kiss me, or no?” Such a question requires no verbal answer—why use your lips to say your answer, if you can use them to show your answer instead?

You hum in satisfaction when you feel her soft lips gently pinching yours, and you swear that time has stopped ticking for you to really savor the intimacy of the kiss. The tangle feels even more complete when you feel Seeun’s palm on your chest. All the while, your heart is screaming at her, “I love you! I love you with everything I have!”

Seeun pulls away from the kiss, leaving you stunned for a short moment. “Let’s have breakfast first, babe—we can figure out what to do after.” Her voice snaps you out of your stupor. “Yeah,” you shake your head to regain focus, “yeah, let’s have breakfast.” You scan your surroundings again and see that there’s a woman around your brother’s age looking at you and your girlfriend, but she breaks eye contact when your eyes briefly meet. “We are both consenting adults; this is fine,” you tell yourself.

You sit at a table near the buffet with Seeun, pulling back a chair for her first before sitting down yourself. “I don’t know how people can dislike blueberry jam,” you comment as you chew your first mouthful. “It’s hit-or-miss most of the time; sometimes it’s too sweet and tastes artificial, other times it’s… meh,” she argues. As you think about her argument, you realize that this jam is indeed quite sweet. “Yeah, it is kind of sweet,” you admit. “Your girlfriend is already sweet enough—why look for other sweet things?” “Says the blushing girl,” you counter, earning a little kick under the table from Seeun.

“Mr. Moon, we’re ready; we’re near the buses,” you say to Mr. Moon, your family’s chauffeur, over the phone. “Please wait a second, sir,” he replies. You look to your right where traffic starts and see your car making the turn towards the passenger pickup lane—perhaps not a second but he’s still pretty quick.

With the help of Mr. Moon, you and Seeun put your stuff in the trunk. “Where to now, sir?” You ask him to first make a stop at your apartment building so that your girlfriend can rest and then take you to Han Group’s company building after that. “Of course, sir,” he says.

Once the car starts rolling, Seeun rests her head on your thighs. “Ugh,” she grunts. Her long legs must be bent because of the limited space of the car’s interior. “We’ll get home soon, love—please be patient,” you whisper, comforting her with soft pets on the head.

“Excuse me, sir,” Mr. Moon breaks the silence, “we’re here.” You didn’t know that you fell asleep, and when you look around, you see that you’re parked in front of your apartment building. You poke Seeun to get her to wake up, but she doesn’t budge. “I’ll take her upstairs and then come back to you, Mr. Moon.”

You pull Seeun out of the car and put her on your shoulder. Your same-floor neighbors (and a bunch of others) know that you’re dating her, so you don’t have to worry about explaining why you’re carrying her limp body like an abductor. That said, considering the time and day, there shouldn’t be too many people at this building.

You make it to your unit after a short elevator ride and walk. While Seeun lies asleep in bed, you write down a note for her to read when she wakes up. The note reads,

“Love, darling, sweetie,

You fell asleep in the car so we went home first so that you could sleep more comfortably in our bed. In the meantime, I’ll be in the office and talk to the big boss about some stuff.

Please don’t panic. I’ll be home soon.

Yours always,

Shaun.”

For good measure, you poke her a few times until she shows signs of consciousness. “Noona, I’ll be at the office for a bit; I need to make a quick report to my brother. See you later, okay?” Seeun lets out a hum through the tiny gap of her lips, and you’d like to think that she’s got the message. “Cool,” you put on a thumbs-up for yourself, “see you later, noona.”

Harvey’s secretary has told you that he’s still in his office, so you swiftly make your way there and deliver some news that you think he’d like to hear.

You knock on his door and promptly hear him telling you to come in. As you enter, your eyes land on the gap between the hanging back support of his desk and the floor—there’s a woman kneeling between his legs. “For your sake, Mr. Han, I seriously hope that’s Yooyeon-noona,” you comment in a serious tone. Harvey smiles at you, and that’s when you see his wife getting on her feet. “H-Hi, Shaun,” she greets you with red cheeks.

“First, you told me oh-so-casually that time that she was sucking you off, and now, you told me to walk in while she’s sucking you off,” you let your annoyance be known. “Where’s your respect for me, Han Hyunjin—shit, better yet, where’s your respect for your wife?” You don’t say your brother’s name in full a lot, so he knows the seriousness of it when you actually do. “Shaun, please, I’m sorry,” he tries to quench your fire, “I don’t—” “Just zip up your fucking pants and talk to me when you’re actually ready. I’ll wait outside with Miss Park—don’t worry, I won’t ask her to suck my dick.”

You storm out of his office huffing and puffing, ignoring his calls to stay, feeling annoyed and disappointed with how your brother behaves (especially since it’s still working hours). “Sir? Are you okay?” Miss Park nervously looks at you when she sees you crashing into the chair on the other side of her desk. “I am, Shion-ah. My problem is with my brother, not with you, so don’t worry,” you say, still panting heavily from the emotions.

The landline on her desk rings. “Good afternoon. Park Shion speaking,” she says into her phone. After a short conversation, you hear her say, “Yes, sir; I will inform him so.” “Mr. Han, the director is ready for you,” she forwards the message to you. You take a few deep breaths to calm down before leaving your seat. “Thank you, Shion-ah.”

You don’t bother knocking this time, opting to just push the door as wide as it’ll open. “Shaun,” Harvey says calmly, “please come in.” Seeing red, you rush towards your brother who’s standing in front of his desk. Yooyeon stands in the middle of you and him, acting as a barrier to make sure no one hurts the other. “You sent me to New York and told me to come see you right after I got back, and this is how you welcome me? I just got off the damn plane, you asshole!”

Yooyeon plants her hands on your chest and gently pushes you backwards. “Shaun, please don’t yell at your brother like that,” she says in a trembling voice, tearing up as she does, “the idea was mine, so please blame me.” You roll your eyes and move to take a seat. “I don’t want to waste more time; I have a girlfriend to take care of—do you want to hear this report or not?”

Harvey reaches his hand out towards your shoulder, but you slap it away. “Believe me, you don’t want to touch me right now,” you warn him. You can tell that he’s very hurt by your attitude, but this will be a valuable lesson to everyone. “Okay,” he wipes his glassy eyes, “please start, Mr. Han.”

After calming down, you open your mouth and start briefing him on the tasks you’ve accomplished during the New York trip. You had a meeting with Bloom Inc. at their office, and without prior briefing, you found out that Bloom had invited one of their partners, Han Industries, that had previously expressed their interest in joining the partnership with us and Bloom. “Han? Like us?” You nod. “Big boss is named Han Jinwoo,” you tell him. “If you remember the OreQuest uproar from a few years ago, that’s one of his companies.” Harvey nods, seemingly deep in thoughts. “We’ll have to look into it more. Thank you, Shaun, you did very well.” You wiggle your index finger. “I want a bonus for this; it wasn’t easy, you know.” “Say your numbers and I’ll figure it out,” he adheres to your demand.

You stand up from your seat and hand him a flash drive. “There’s some stuff in there that you might want to look at.” As you make your way out of his office, you remember something. “Oh, I almost forgot—happy anniversary.” Harvey accepts your message with a small smile, so you turn your back again and continue walking out of his office.

Yooyeon chases you outside and holds your wrist to stop your fast steps. “Shaun, I’m sorry,” she says, “I’m not a bad influence on your brother, though, I swear.” You shrug. “It’s not me you should be apologizing to—it’s yourself. Give yourselves some more respect and don’t talk about sex so openly and carelessly next time because I, for example, don’t give a shit.”

You arrive at your apartment again after meeting your brother. When you open the bedroom door, you see that Seeun is in the same position you left her in: right in the center of the bed with her head on a pillow. “Well, at least you’re dressed comfortably.”

After getting changed yourself, you’re now ready to join her in bed. You slowly climb onto her body and rest your head on her chest. “Noona, I’m home,” you whisper. “Baby,” you hear a whisper back from her, “welcome home.” You can feel all the exhaustion that has been weighing down on your body starting to melt away. “You’re so warm, noona.” Seeun doesn’t say anything this time—unfortunate but understandable; she’s sleeping, after all.

Soft pets on the back of your head make you stir awake. “Baby, you’re home,” Seeun says in a soft tone. “How long have you been here for?” Your partially awake brain can’t comprehend her question. “Sorry?” Your girlfriend chuckles. “Ah, don’t worry about it. You’re here with me, and that’s the most important thing right now.”

You yawn audibly. “I’m tired, noona.” The pets she’s giving get more intense, as if trying to scrub the tiredness off your body. “Oh, baby, what can I do for you?” “Just stay like this, please,” you say.

This is what you’re looking for in dating someone older than you: relying on someone and being taken care of when you need it. Now, of course, you try and not forget about your part, and make sure you can be that reliable person and take care of your significant other, Seeun, when she needs it.

“Noona,” you move on to the next subject, “you know how my brother asked me to see him right after we arrived, right?” “Yeah, and you went to the office earlier for that—what about it?” You told her how you walked in to the sight of him getting a blowjob from his wife and how angry you got because of it. “It felt disrespectful, you know; we just arrived in the city and shit.” “Language, baby,” she says softly. “I understand why you were frustrated, but still.” You can’t help but sigh. “I made it clear to them that I don’t give a fu—erm, frick—about their sex life and that I don’t want to see anything like that again.”

Seeun says that she’s satisfied with how you handled the situation but also wishes you had had more self-control. You want to protest, but you decide against it; it’s probably best to just accept her words and put it behind you. “I’m sorry for venting at you like that—I mean, you just woke up,” only now do you feel bad about this. Seeun kisses your head repeatedly while assuring you that it’s fine and that she’d rather have you talk about it and quickly move on.

You lift your head off her chest and look at right in the eyes. “I love you, noona,” you say, “like, I love, love, love you.” “I love you too, baby,” she says, a big grin decorating her beautiful features. “Eh, actually, I love you more,” Seeun corrects herself.

“Baby,” Seeun calls for your attention, “can we get something to eat?” “We can—what do you want to have?” She taps her chin as she thinks about it. “Can we get fried chicken?” You’re reminded that she has been craving fried chicken since before going to New York. “We sure can, noona,” you agree to her suggestion.

With a grunt, you gather your might and get off her body, and that is you see a pout on her face. “What’s wrong?” Seeun crosses her hands. “I didn’t say we should go there ourselves,” she gives you a hint. You blink a few times as you think about what she’s trying to say. “Oh,” you palm your face as realization hits, “you want them delivered here, don’t you, noona?” Seeun bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, your face is soooo funny.” She pulls you into her arms again. “You’re so cute, I swear to God,” she says, still giggling.

The food delivery app says that your orders have been dropped off outside your door.

Seeing that Seeun is peacefully sleeping, you go get the goodies yourself. You put the big bag on the dining table and unpack it. “Honey barbecue and sweet-n-spicy—nice, we have everything.”

You hear the bedroom door swing open, and when you look, you see your sleepy girlfriend, whose eyes are barely open, standing at the door. You come in for a kiss, which is your favorite way to get her to wake up, and as expected, Seeun puts a hand on your chest, like she usually does. “So soft,” she mutters, “your kiss always feels—” You interrupt her with one more kiss—one that’s deeper and more passionate. “Okay, you need to stop right there, young man, or you’re going to have to take responsibilities,” she warns.

You drag her by her hand towards the dining table that you’ve organized for her. “I have some honey barbecue chicken for you, noona,” you say, your voice laced with excitement. Based on her expressions, you notice that something is amiss. “No fries,” Seeun utters softly. “Oh my God, I forgot.” You slap your forehead for forgetting to order fries. “Would you like to have fries, noona? We can place another order,” you offer her a solution. Your girlfriend shakes her head. “No, it’s fine, baby,” she declines. “Come, let’s eat.”

Seeun lets out a high-pitched hum at the first taste. “Amazing as always,” she says with a full mouth. The way she’s eating makes you hungry beyond measure, so you pick up a piece from your box and immediately take a bite. “Meh,” you’re underwhelmed, “not as spicy as usual.” “Receipt says it’s level 1, babe,” says Seeun. “Level 1? I didn’t choose level 1,” you furrow your eyebrows. You don’t know how it ended up like this or who is at fault, but you’re not really in the mood to figure it out, so you grab a bottle of hot sauce from the pantry and make it to your liking. “Yeah, this is more like it,” you comment at the revised taste.

Seeun’s phone lights up and shows a floating notification on the lock screen. “Your brother is inviting us to his house tomorrow,” she says. You are disappointed that he’s avoiding you and opting to reach you through Seeun, but it’s also understandable since he doesn’t want to risk making you angry again. “For—” “Shane and Jiwoo are engaged, and your brother wants to celebrate it together,” she interrupts you with additional information. “Good for them; Shane is so in love with her.”

“What about you?” Seeun’s question forces you to stop eating and drop your chicken. “Excuse me?” “Are you in love with me?” In your head, there’s only one answer, which is yes, you are in love with her, but you first refrain from saying it—what if she’s hinting at something else? “Yes,” you start, “I am in love with you and would love to stay with you long term.” Your firm and resolute tone provides assurance that you mean it wholeheartedly. “Great to hear,” she says with a smile.

You take a deep breath before continuing your point. “Noona, if you’re wondering when I’ll be proposing to you, then the answer is soon. I’m still working on becoming the best version of myself, because you deserve the best of me, the same way I deserve the best of you.” Seeun puts on a sweet smile for you. “I know, baby, but at the same time, you don’t have to worry about it too much—you’re already such a nice person, you know.”

You thank her for the flattery, but you know that you still need to work on your patience (among other things); it could be disastrous if at one point you lash out at Seeun the same way you did at your brother. “Hey, baby,” Seeun steals your attention, “I told you, don’t worry about it—you’ll be just fine.”

You find yourself lying in bed with Seeun after finishing those boxes of chicken. She says she wants to switch and be on top this time, so you take the position on the bottom. “It’s nice to change every now and then, isn’t it, babe?” “It sure is—I must admit, though, I like cuddling you from the top.” Seeun pinches your cheek. “You like it because you can lie on my breasts, you little pervert.” You burst out laughing. “Well, you caught me.”

“Speaking of breasts,” she plants her hands on your chest, “I want you, baby—please.” “Really?” It doesn’t hurt to make sure (or perhaps tease). Seeun sticks her lips on your neck to show you that she’s serious. “Oh, you really want me, don’t you?” The answer to your question is the increased intensity of stimulation on your neck. “Noona, not too much, please; we still have work tomorrow,” you try to make her stop.

Seeun leaves your neck and hovers closely over your face. “If you bring up work in bed again, I will put a tape on your mouth,” she threatens. “Noona, what are you talking about? What is this?” You’re concerned about how she’s acting, because this isn’t how you and she do things usually. Even on days when she’s very desperate for your touch, she never talks like this.

Seeun closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Just… please don’t bring up work; I’m just desperate for your touch,” she rearranges her words. You place a hand on the side of her face, rubbing it gently. “That’s more like it,” you say, “you know I’ll always try to be available for you, but you need to ask kindly, noona.” With teary eyes, Seeun apologizes profusely, and even though you assure her that it’s okay, she just wouldn’t stop.

“Oh, God, what’s wrong with me,” tears escape her eyes in abundance, “you’re trying to become the best man you can while I’m being such a terrible woman.” “Oh, love,” you pull out a new endearment from the bag, “please, don’t say such thing; you were just too eager—” No!” Seeun screams, denying your attempt at comforting her. “I-I’m a bad girlfriend and deserve to be punished.”

Seeun pulls you into a sitting position before bending over your lap. “Punish me, love.” “Punish you how? I already told you that it’s okay,” you reason. “Just do it, please—make me take responsibilities.” “Fine, if you insist.” You pull down her shorts, thus exposing her soft and round butt cheeks, and rub them gently. “God, I really don’t want to hurt her.” As if hearing your thoughts, Seeun tells you to “make it hurt.”

You lift a hand while your eyes stay locked on the target. “Here I go, love,” you signal. You close your eyes and take a swing at her butt, and the scream she lets out at the impact is heartbreaking. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you take your turn to apologize. “That was too hard, wasn’t it, love?” Seeun shakes her head. “N-no, that was good—do it again, babe; we’re not even yet.”

You lift your hand again and place your gaze on the target—the previous hit has left a red mark in the shape of your palm, and you swear that your heart is being wrung like wet laundry. “Love, here I go again,” you signal, tearily this time. Seeun braces for impact, and you take a swing right there. “Fuck, that was too hard,” you regret failing to control your strength. “Can we stop now? I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Seeun says she doesn’t want to end on an even number and asks to be hit once again, much to your anguish. You decide to do it quickly this time so that you can just move on to helping her cope with the pain you’ve caused. “FUCK!” She screams one last time after the last hit, marking the end this whole “punish me” show.

“Love—my love,” you gently pull her into your arms, seated on your lap. “I’m sorry, that must’ve hurt so bad, right?” “T-that’s okay, I deserved it,” she insists. “No, you don’t,” you insist back. “I hated that shit, noona. I don’t want to hurt you like that ever again.” “I-I mean, it’s good to know that y-you’re capable of it. Who knows if one day we might need to do it again?” No, you’re certain that you would never need to do it again, but there’s no point in making another counterargument at the moment; you’d rather spend your energy in helping her recover.

Sleeping counts as recovering, doesn’t it, because that’s what you and Seeun have been doing for a few hours now—at least until you’re awoken at this odd hour, and for some reason, you feel refreshed and are wide awake.

Your senses pick up the signs of her presence with no trouble; her smell is in your nose, her subtle snores are in your ears, and her skin is touching yours (not the entirety of but still enough).

You place one hand on her butt that you hit thrice a few hours ago, hoping that doing so will make you feel less bad about it. “I’m so sorry about that, my love,” you whisper softly right into her ear. You’re slightly startled when you hear a hum from Seeun, but no, she’s still asleep.

An idea enters your mind: what if you try singing for her? You’re somewhat okay at singing and there’s this song that you’ve been obsessed with recently. You clear your throat slightly to prepare, and here goes nothing:

Be my only one

이렇게 부르고 싶은 이름 내 곁에 (The name I want to call you by)

손을 잡고서 같이 걸어요 (Let’s hold hands and walk along)

비가 오는 밤에도, 외로웠던 낮에도 (On rainy nights, or on lonely daytimes)

그대 환한 빛깔을 내게 가득 칠해줘요 (Please color me with your shiny light)

내가 더 잘할게요, 이렇게 같이 있어준다면 (I’ll do better, if you stay with me like this)

You let out a giggle after singing out that short bit; there’s something exciting about singing to your beloved lady while she’s asleep. “Good… voice,” you hear Seeun whisper quietly. “I love you, baby, and I mean every word I just said.” It’s fine if she doesn’t say anything back; at least you’ve gotten it off your chest.

Much to your surprise, Seeun gives you a peck on the side of your face. “I love you, baby.” “Are you awake, love?” You feel her nodding against your cheek. “How can I sleep when my boyfriend sings for me?” Her praise makes you blush. “Oh, it’s nothing—I’m glad you liked it, though.”

“What time is it, babe?”

“I don’t know, but it’s probably a few hours before sunrise.”

“I want to sleep again.”

You pet her back like she was a baby you’re trying to send to sleep. “Let’s go back to sleep, love. We’ll let the alarms wake us up.” Seeun yawns aloud. “Promise me that you’ll touch me tonight.” “We’re going to my brother’s house tonight, no?” She grunts. “Surely you’re not rejecting me.” “We’ll see what we can do after we get back from his house, okay? I can promise you that, love.” She yawns once again. “Deal.”

You knock on the bedroom door and ask if she’s ready to leave for your brother’s house. “Come here, babe, please,” she says from the other side of the door. You enter to see if she needs help choosing what to wear. “What’s—oh.” Seeun hasn’t put on any clothes yet. “Why are you naked, love?” You ask while your eyes scan her from top to bottom.

She approaches you with open arms, wrapping them around you when she’s within hugging distance. “I was trying to see if maybe you’re in the mood for a quick one,” she says. You put on a soft smile for her. “It’s not that I’m not in the mood, love, but you know that I’d rather have a longer session,” you try to convince her to save it for later. Seeun shakes her head. “You’re really lucky I love you; otherwise, I’d leave you for denying me sexual pleasures.” “I’m not denying you anything, love,” you make sure your voice is as gentle as possible. “I’m just asking you to be patient,” you say, despite how you’re starting to get hard.

Convinced, Seeun asks you to leave the bedroom so that she can put on some clothes. “I’m asking you to be patient, he says,” Seeun airs her frustration into the empty bedroom. “You’re really lucky I love you, Shaun.” She clears her head of other thoughts and turns her focus on choosing what clothes to wear tonight. Seeun opts for a plain white T-shirt paired with a black cardigan. She also puts on brown canvas pants to complete the look.

When you arrive at Harvey’s house, you see that Shane’s car is parked in the driveway, leaving one vacant space for you since Harvey’s is probably kept in the garage. You quickly pull in next to Shane’s car and get out of yours with Seeun. “This feels like a reunion,” Seeun comments.

As you’re about to knock on the door, it swings open, thus revealing the man of the house on the other side. “Welcome, Shaun—thanks for coming,” Harvey greets you with open arms, and you wonder if he’s moved on from your lashing out. You think that it wouldn’t hurt to hug him (it is the usual form of greeting among you and your brothers, anyway). “The pleasure is mine, hyung,” you say softly into his ear.

Harvey lets you free and then turns to Seeun. “Hi, cookie,” he greets her. “How was New York?” “It was cool, oppa; I couldn’t have enough of the food.” He chuckles. “Well, we can exchange stories later. Let’s get inside for now, hm?”

Harvey leads you to the dining room, where Yooyoen, Shane, and Jiwoo are waiting for you. “Shaun,” Yooyeon greets you awkwardly. You approach her and pull her into a quick hug. “I’m sorry for yelling at you,” you whisper to her. “That’s okay; I understand where you were coming from,” she whispers back. “Have a seat, Shaun.”

You sit next to Shane while Seeun sits right across you and next to Jiwoo, who immediately leans against her shoulder. As the man and woman of the house, Harvey and Yooyeon sit at opposing ends of the rectangular table that’s full of food. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Harvey starts. “We are gathered here today to celebrate Shane and Jiwoo’s engagement and to wish them luck and happiness in their new stage of life.”

You put an arm around Shane from the side. “I left the two of you to go to New York for a few days, and you took a head start, Shane?” “Look, man,” he whispers back, “it was a mess, ‘kay? I was so stumped and proposed on the damn sofa.” Nonetheless, you congratulate him on the engagement and wish him happiness, just like a good (twin) brother.

“Shane,” Harvey’s voice captures your and his attention, “do you have anything to say, maybe to us or to your fiancé?” Shane clears his throat and opens his mouth. “First, I’d like to thank everyone for coming; it means a lot for me and Jiwoo to have your support and affection. Second, I’d like to publicly promise my dear fiancé that I’ll prioritize our happiness over everything else; you know that you mean the world to me, love.” Harvey chuckles. “Even over your brothers?” Shane shrugs. “My brothers are their own men; they can go and figure things out themselves.”

Harvey gives Jiwoo the chance to speak, which she takes after assembling her thoughts. “I know he’s said it already, but I also would like to thank everyone for the support and kindness.” Her glance meets yours as she scans her surroundings. “I haven’t seen Shaun-oppa and Seeun-unnie in a while, so it’s great to have them again.” You show her a kind smile, because that’s how a proper welcome looks and feels.

As soon as her butt lands on her seat again, Jiwoo bursts out in tears, making Seeun panic—Yooyeon is also panicked but she doesn’t react as much. Seeun asks what’s happening, and that’s when Jiwoo delivers the big news. “I-I’m pregnant,” she reveals, “o-obviously there’s no question who the father is.”

Everyone’s jaws drop; Shane and Jiwoo are expecting just a few days after getting engaged. You nudge your twin who is still stunned, indirectly telling him to go and comfort his fiancé. After snapping out of his trance, Shane moves to kneel next to Jiwoo, making her turn her chair towards him.

“Love, love,” he calls to her. “It’s okay, love; having a child is a huge blessing for us.” “But-but you’re stuck with me from now on, oppa,” she says, and admittedly, you think that it’s a very crazy thing to say, all things considered. “I’m not stuck with you, love—what are you talking about? I got in this relationship with you because I think you’re a great woman to have a life with.” Now that’s a good and reasonable counter. “W-what about my master’s degree? Is-is that deal getting called off?” You don’t know exactly what she’s referring to, but it’s not important for you to know. “It’s not getting called off, love, but we’ll need to figure some things out first, okay?”

You scan the environs to get a grip: Yooyeon and Seeun are tearing up while Harvey is still stunned and has his mouth open. “Man, this is crazy,” you say in your head, and a part of you thinks that you’re understating it. Harvey reaches for your hand and taps it a few times. “Let’s go,” he mouths as he stands up. You follow him towards his back garden with Seeun and Yooyeon following closely behind you.

“Let’s give them some space for now,” Harvey says, taking a seat on one of the benches. You sit on the other bench and are soon joined by Seeun, who immediately rests her head on your lap. Yooyeon, on the other hand, joins her husband and copies Seeun’s movements. “Crazy turn of events, hey, Shaun?” “Tell me about it,” you sigh, “well, I hope things go well for them and the little one.”

Shane comes outside and invites everyone back in, mentioning that Jiwoo has calmed down, and true enough, you see that Jiwoo is now serene and steady when you return. “Congratulations, cookie,” you say, putting a hand on her shoulder, “I wish you eternal happiness.” She thanks you for the kind words and asks that you wish her luck with being a parent. “I’m sure you and Shane will be great parents, Jiwoo-yah,” you say.

Everyone takes turns hugging Shane and Jiwoo to show support before taking their seats at the table again. “I think this is where we start eating,” Harvey says. You and Shane reach for the pizza at the same time, showing those present the twins’ unrivaled dynamics. “Great minds think alike—right, Shane?” He nods while his mouth is busy munching.

Shane and Jiwoo understandably excuse themselves from the celebration and leave early; they have some things to talk about in the privacy of their own home, not Harvey’s. You don’t want to be left behind in your brother’s home, so you go home at the same time Shane and Jiwoo do.

“Hah, finally.” Seeun lets out a sigh of relief as soon as the car starts rolling. “Sorry, babe, it’s just that I want to spend some time with you and only you.” You assure her that the feeling is mutual. “I’m going to say this right now: I want to have some fun with you at home, love,” you add. Seeun palms your crotch, assessing if you’re being serious. “You’re not lying, are you?” You shake your head. “No, I’m not.” She leans towards your ear. “Then put your foot on the pedal, baby,” she whispers, giving you goosebumps everywhere. You fiddle with some switches behind the wheel and put the car in sports mode. “I hope your seatbelt is fastened, Miss Yoon.”

Without giving her the chance to check, you put your foot on the pedal like she asks and zip around traffic, making use of the improved handling and responsiveness to pass slower drivers. “Don’t get us killed, baby,” Seeun says nervously. “Just hold on and we’ll be home before you know it.”

You have Seeun sit on the edge of the bed while you stand closely in front of her. “Do I have your consent, love?” She taps her chin with her finger. “Not yet,” she giggles. “I need some convincing.” She says she needs some convincing, but it’s her who makes the first move—Seeun is terri-bad at playing hard to get.

You’re pulled onto the bed as your girlfriend does a backwards tumble. “Is this your idea of convincing, my love?” Seeun presses her face into your chest to hide her blush. “You keep calling me love, baby.” You peck her forehead that’s right in front of your mouth. “I have a feeling that calling you love will work better going forward.” You get pinched in the waist. “Oh, don’t play with me like that, Han Jaehoon.” You roll over until you’re on top of her. “How is this playing with you, love—I’m being very honest right meow.”

The sound of her laughing, especially when you’re the cause of it, is never dull. “Oh my God, what did you just say right there, baby?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you play dumb. Seeun slaps your chest repeatedly, feeling highly amused by your little joke. “Oh, God, you’re so—” “Handsome? Cute? Attractive?” “I meant to say funny, but you’re also attractive,” she finishes her sentence.

Seeun undoes the only button of her cardigan. “In fact, you’re so attractive that I’m aroused for you.” You guess that she’s been convinced enough to finally let you in her pants. “Don’t tell me to be patient again, please—I don’t want to wait any longer, babe.” You shake your head. “Let’s do it, love.”

You leave her momentarily to undress, and Seeun uses that chance to also undress. The sight of her complete nudeness makes you stop—how did she even undress that quickly? “Fuck, you look so hot, love,” you utter mindlessly. She summons you to her with the wiggle of a finger, and you’ve never moved so fast in your life before. “I’m hot, and I’m all yours,” she whispers. The tip of your hard cock pokes her entrance. “Oh, you’re ready, aren’t you, baby—go on, then; fuck me.”

With your cock in hand, you slide into her warmth, and the tightness makes you fall limp into her arms. “Yes, that’s it, baby,” she always reacts so well to you, “you’ve missed me, haven’t you?” “I shouldn’t have—oh, fuck—we should’ve just done this earlier.” “Oh, don’t worry, baby; it was worth the wait,” Seeun says between moans.

You feel her hands wrapping tightly around your body and meeting right on your back, reminding you of how perfectly warm sex with Seeun is. “Kiss me, my love,” she uses the new pet name against you, and there’s no reason for you to not kiss her. She lets out a soft moan as soon as your lips touch hers and continues to moan into the kiss as she takes more and more thrusts from you.

She breaks the kiss to announce that she’s almost at the finish line, while you, on the other hand, think that you’re quite far from yours—it’s fine if she finishes first; she’ll help you chase your own finish later. “C’mon, love; cum for me,” you encourage her while making sure that your tempo is steady.

Seeun bites your bottom lip as her orgasm hits, and because of how painful it is, you’re glad that she quickly lets go. “B-baby, p-pull out,” she says weakly. You pull out of her warmth, and that’s when she starts rolling around in bed, her legs shaking out of her control. You lie sideways next to her while petting her head and whispering nice things to her ear, and Seeun does her best to reply.

You estimate that she needs some water, so you get off the bed, and that’s when she surprises you with a scream. “Y-your back, babe.” You stand in front of the mirror to see what she’s talking about: there are odd scratch lines on your back that you guess are caused by her nails—there are little spots of blood on some of them, too. “Ouchie,” only now do you feel the pain. “I-I’m sorry.” You chuckle. “Eh, it’s fine; they’ll be gone soon.” In your head, however, you know that it’d be so painful to shower for the next few days.

Seeun finishes the glass of water that you’ve brought for her within seconds and passes the empty glass back to you right after. “Thanks, baby.” She rewards your nice gesture with a peck on the cheek. You lie on your side of the bed, which you realize isn’t quite a good idea at the last second, thanks to the scars on your back. “Oh, God, I forgot,” you say, regretting your decision and sitting right back up. Your girlfriend asks if she can make it up to you for the scars, but you tell her that it’s not necessary, citing that it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing.

Seeun moves to sit on your lap, and in turn, lets you back in her warmth again—she also lets out a long moan as she slowly impales herself with your cock. “L-let me make you cum, baby,” she offers a most welcome solution. “Have at it, love.”

You thought that she’d just ride you while facing you like this, but it seems like she has a different idea. She turns around (without removing you from her pussy) and plants her hands on your knees. “Oh, this is quite the hot seat—hah, God.” This position allows you to reach around and stimulate her from behind, which you do immediately by placing a hand on her crotch, making sure that your middle finger is right on her nub. “Oh, please, not there.” “Why not, love? Don’t you want to cum again?” “I-if I cum again, I-I might not be able to wake up on time tomorrow for work,” she reasons.

You smirk at this opportunity to use Seeun’s medicine against herself, with a bit of revision. “If you mention work one more time, I will tie you to the bed and leave you alone the entire day.” “Oh, please don’t do that—look, I’ll make you cum,” she tries to negotiate. You chuckle teasingly. “How do plan on doing that without moving, hm?” Seeun’s grip on your knees gets firmer and stronger as she prepares to start. “I’ll move now, baby.”

Seeun slowly lifts her butt off your crotch, and that is when you start rubbing her nub. “You’re so tight, love—fuck, that’s so good,” you praise her. As if getting a boost of energy and confidence from your praise, she starts bouncing up and down at a good pace, and you can see how your shaft is entering and leaving her pussy repeatedly.

To make sure she doesn’t fall forwards, you place your free hand (that’s not busy rubbing her nub) on her stomach. “Can you feel that?” Seeun turns her head slightly. “Can you feel yourself bulging my belly?” You move your hand up and down her stomach as she keeps the bounces going—you indeed can feel her stomach subtly bulging when the entirety of your shaft is inside her. “You’re almost too big for me, baby,” she fuels your fire of ego. “And you’re almost too tight for me, love,” you whisper, “you’re literally squeezing me.” Seeun chuckles. “I’ll always be tight for you, baby.”

Your eyelids feel oddly heavy as time goes by, thus making you think that maybe you’re close to the finish line. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” “I think—oh, God, I think so,” you admit. Seeun stops moving and turns around to face you again. “I know you like looking at me when you cum.” “Damn right I do.” You quickly peck her on the lips. “Now move again, please.”

You make use of the fact that her breasts are right in front of your mouth by sucking one of them and grabbing the other. “Oh, I’ve waited so long for that,” she comments. Having heard her approval, you play with her tits more: tugging, nibbling, sucking—everything you can think of.

You’re ready to explode any moment now. “Love,” you call to her, “I’m about to blow.” “G-great to hear, baby.” Seeun turns down the pace, resorting to slower and longer movements. “How’s that for a change, baby?” “Amazing,” you say, “you’re amazing, love.”

This slower pace allows you and Seeun to be more expressive, showing each other just how enjoyable this is—oh, you’re twitching inside her. “Love, you felt that one, didn’t you?” Seeun nods. “Give it to me, baby; make me a mom like Shane did Jiwoo.” You pull her into a kiss by her chin while cum erupts out of your cock in waves.

Seeun is the first to break the kiss. “Baby,” she taps your chin to get your attention, “do you want me to take the pill?” You nod weakly. “We-we’ll need to talk first before getting you pregnant.” “I’ll take the pill later, then.”

Ignoring the pain from the scratch marks, you fall onto your back and pull Seeun with you. “I-I’m so sorry, but I’m so sleepy,” you say, about to give up to your heavy eyelids. “That’s fine, babe; we can clean up later.” You and Seeun yawn at the same time. “I love you.” “I love you more, baby.” She pecks you on the lips once. “See you tomorrow morning, okay?”

#girl group smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #male reader #male reader smut #smut #stayc smut

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callsign-joyride · 8 months ago

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Slice of Your Pie - Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Bob moves into your neighborhood and you bake him a pie as a welcome gift. He comes over to thank you for it, and doesn't end up leaving your house until morning.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x f!reader

Content warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fingering, grinding, unprotected p in v (reader is on birth control), fluff

The nieghborhood that you lived in was small enough that you always knew when someone was moving in. You were enjoying your coffee on your porch when you saw a few trucks pull into the recently sold house right nextdoor. A few people stepped out of the first car, and some good looking guys got out of the moving trucks. You tried to subtly watch as they unloaded things into the house before walking down your driveway to get the mail. As you were checking the stack for anything that might’ve been junk mail, someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey, I’m Bob. My friends are helping me move in, but I wanted to introduce myself before you went back inside,” he said. You smiled and introduced yourself, tucking the mail under one of your arms to shake his hand. You learned that he was in the Navy, and that he loved Star Wars. That fact made you smile, since your pajamas were currently a Princess Leia shirt and athletic shorts.

“Hurry up, Bob! This couch isn’t gonna unload itself!” Someone yelled.

“That’s Coyote. I gotta go, but it was nice talking to you.”

“Wait, Bob, do you like pie? I can make you one if you want.”

“Sure! Key lime is my favorite.”

“That’s perfect. I have a lime tree in my backyard. Oh, and my lemon tree occasionally hangs over your property so feel free to pick a few lemons whenever.”

“Thanks! I have a really good lemonade recipe so I might have to take you up on that.”

You went back inside and looked at the recipe in your grandmother’s cookbook and realized that you didn’t have the right limes for the pie. Getting them was easy, though, it just took a trip to the grocery store. The good thing was that it was a Saturday, so you had the day off from running your family’s business. It was a bookstore and cafe, and all of the pastries came from your grandmother’s cookbook. There had been talks of turning it into a bar at night, but that was going to be a long process.

Making the pie only took about forty minutes, but you had to let it cool in the fridge for at least a few hours. All of the moving trucks were gone, now replaced with a few cars in the driveway. You could hear laughter coming from the backyard, and it made you happy, because the last neighbors were close to the end of their lives and didn’t have guests over very often.

You were able to drop the pie off at around 6, and Bob had mentioned that everyone was getting ready to eat and that it would be the perfect desert. He even invited you to join the cookout, but you had already ordered a pizza and the delivery driver was on their way. You exchanged numbers before you went back to your house so that you could keep talking. Once you had disappeared from ear shot, Fanboy started talking about how hot he thought you were.

“Don’t make it weird. She probably has a boyfriend or something,” Bob said.

“I don’t think so. She spent her day making you a pie. A day that she could’ve spent with her boyfriend, might I add,” Phoenix said.

“But that’s the neighborly thing to do. Bring the new neighbor a pie or casserole. My mom always did it for our neighbors.”

“Most people aren’t working on Saturdays. I’m just saying that if I didn’t have to work and I had a boyfriend or girlfriend, I’d be spending my day with them. Anyway, let’s try this pie.”

Everyone had a slice of it after they finished with dinner. Even Hangman, who didn’t really like desert to begin with. Rooster thought it was so good that he kept coming back for seconds and thirds, soon passing out on Bob’s couch from all of the food that he ate. Bob waited for mostly everyone to leave before he texted you to see if you were still awake, since it was almost midnight. To his surprise, you responded that you were still awake, and you got too invested in your book so you lost track of time. He was at your door within five minutes, and you had a different set of pajamas on.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for the pie that you made. My friends and I thought it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome! Would you like to come in for a drink? I was just about to pour myself another glass of wine.”

“Sure.”

Bob followed you inside and took his shoes off by the door. You poured him a glass of wine before sitting on the couch and using your phone to play soft music. As you got to know each other more, you discovered that you had a lot in common, and you were both single. The dim lighting of the living room, combined with the wine and music, made the sexual tension stronger. He told a bad joke, but you started laughing anyways. He used that as his moment to gently kiss you.

You were into it right away, pulling him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He groaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue in your mouth and you started grinding on his hard cock. He broke the kiss for a moment to take his shirt off, and you quickly followed. He put his hands on your tits as you continued to grind on his cock.

“I’d love to continue this, but can we go to your bed? I’ve never really been a fan of having sex on a couch,” he said. You chuckled and grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to your bedroom. He laid you on the bed, continuing to kiss you as he took your shorts and underwear off. He rubbed your clit and started to finger you while you were moaning and writhing underneath him.

“God, you’re so wet,” he said.

“It’s all for you. Holy shit, it feels so good,” you moaned.

Once he figured out that you were ready enough for him, he took his shorts off and threw them by the bed.

“I don’t have a-,”

“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

“Okay. You ready?”

You nodded and felt him slowly push himself into you. You moaned in pleasure and pulled him down to kiss you as he started thrusting faster. You could tell that he was close as he started rubbing your clit so that you could both release at around the same time. The fire in your stomach was burning hotter until you finally released, and Bob quickly pulled out before releasing on your stomach. He rolled over and reached for the box of tissues that you kept by your bed before cleaning both of you up.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You asked. He chuckled and nodded his head, cuddling with you until both of you fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning from your alarm going off, Bob was still holding onto you.

“I have to be at work in an hour and a half,” you said.

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to make you something to eat or some coffee?”

“No, I usually have my breakfast at work. Thanks for the offer, though. Do you want to shower together?”

Bob nodded his head and followed you to the bathroom. The shower was intimate, but not sexual, something that you enjoyed.

With your bag over your shoulder, you stepped outside of the house and walked to your car.

“I really enjoyed last night. Maybe we could go out on an actual date next time, though,” you said. Bob started blushing, and he stammered out a “yes” while nodding his head. You chuckled and got into your car to go to work. The day went by quickly as you did multiple things around the little bookstore. Not very many customers came in, but it was a Sunday, so people were usually doing other things. You heard the bell of the door ring as someone walked in, so you finished putting copies of Frankenstein on the shelves before heading to the front of the store.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” You asked as you walked to the register. Bob was standing there, smiling.

“I didn’t know that you worked here,” he said as he tried not to laugh.

“I own the place, it’s my family’s business.”

“Oh, nice. I guess I’ll have to come by more often, then.”

“Yeah, I guess you will.”

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dreamyysouls · 3 months ago

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bewitched

hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

synopsis: hitoshi as your boyfriend.

cw: purely a drabble, headcanons, no caps, kinda long, fluff

hitoshi has never loved anyone as much as he loves you, and he makes sure to show it.

he is an absolute sweetie pie.

he buys things for you constantly, whether it’s a drink from a vending machine or a pretty necklace you pointed out while shopping together.

“this was so expensive, hitoshi! you didn’t have to.”

“i just thought you would appreciate it.”

hitoshi LIVES for cuddles and physical touch with you.

things like holding your hand, his arms lingering around you while he hugs you send a warm feeling straight to his heart.

his hugs are tight, but in a good way.

once he pulls you in, you aren’t escaping until he lets go.

“toshi, we’ve been sitting here for three minutes…”

“don’t act like you don’t like it.”

loves kisses. quick ones, long ones, steamy ones. it doesn’t matter what kind.

he whines when you pull away before he wanted to finish.

“no, come back, love…i wasn’t done yet..”

you give in every time, but how could you say no?

hitoshi will dote over you for the smallest things.

a cat scratches you? he’s ready with bandaids and anti-infection cream.

if you ever are seriously injured, he would be right at your side making sure you had everything you needed.

same thing goes for when you’re sick — he’s not a nurse, but will most definitely turn into one for you.

he would drop everything for you in a heartbeat.

you would have to force him to go to at least one class. even that was a difficult task.

“i care too much to leave you here alone.”

hitoshi notices the little things about you.

the little twinkle your eyes get while teasing, the way your eyebrows furrow as you figure out a math problem, the slump in your shoulders after a long day. he sees it all.

he doesn’t just know your mannerisms, he knows you.

he definitely has a little folder on his phone so he remember all of the things you like

the color of jewelry you wear? in the folder. your favorite sanrio character? in the folder.

he cares for you so much, and shows it in all the ways he knows how to.

hitoshi loves spending time with you.

he makes an effort to take you out when you’re both free, considering your busy schedules.

there is a cat cafe you both frequent. the cats there are the sweetest and are always eager to see the two of you walk through the doors.

whenever he can get the money to, he will take you out for a nice dinner. not to mention, it gives him an excuse to put on that fancy top that you like.

he loves aquarium dates. he enjoys how you two could admire the animals in silence, his hand wrapped around your body as he holds you close.

hitoshi also loves the simple hangouts you share.

he will rot with you when you both just need a recharge. you’ll snuggle in his arms, your favorite tv show playing on your laptop as his fingers rub circles on your arm.

okay but…he loves dress to impress.

saw you playing it one day and asked to try…he’s been addicted since.

definitely will buy you (and himself) vip if you don’t have it already.

(i could go on about this all day)

his outfits eat i fear..

“how did that win??! this game is rigged.”

you guys cook and bake together late at night

he will place flour on your nose while you’re mixing ingredients, then say he needed somewhere to wipe his hand off.

“we have napkins for a reason.”

“your face was appealing to me.”

you both eat so much raw cookie dough it’s concerning.

hitoshi reminds you how beautiful you are. every day.

without fail, he will find some way to point out your beauty.

sometimes it’s blatant, and others it’s subtle.

he’ll compliment how your hair looks, how pretty your smile is, or simply stare at you for a little longer than normal.

he calls you beautiful as a pet name. you can’t tell me he wouldn’t.

“have i told you how gorgeous you look in that top?”

“many times, toshi. thank you.”

he admires your inner beauty and the way your kindness still shines through in the dark.

he may not mention it, but he loves the way that you love him.

he feels seen by you, in a way he has never felt in his life. you are his rock, just as he is yours.

hitoshi shinsou is completely head over heels for you in every way possible.

a/n: hey guys!! i am a thought daughter and this is a result of that. i love this man very much, and so do the other 8 shinsou fans 🙏🙏 as always hope you enjoyed and if you did please leave a like and reblog!! my requests are open if you would like me to write something :)) get lots of sleep and drink lots of water!! love ya!!

#shinsou hitoshi x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #guys i love him #dreamyysouls💌

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johnkahner · 1 year ago

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Heyy how are you, hope your doing well. I came across your blog and just wanted to say how much I love it and your writing. I’d like to request a “Mk1 Raiden X GN Reader Fluff Alphabet.” Feel free to go as wild as you can :) 🤎

AN: Hi, thank you for the request and liking the stuff I write! I hope you enjoy it! Not proof read.

Notes: Gender-Neutral! Reader, fluff

Fluff Prompt List for those interested.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Raiden is absolutely smitten with you. He adores everything about you, but I think he would adore his partner’s personality. It doesn’t matter if you're shy and kind, or if you’re strong willed and determined. He loves your personality no matter what it’s what makes you, you.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Raiden loves your eyes. The color of them, the shape, anything, and everything about them. He loves how you look at him.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

His favorite cuddling position would be the sweetheart position. He likes to have your head on his chest as one of his arms is wrapped around you.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

His Ideal date would involve going to Madam Bo’s restaurant. Has flowers for you too. He’s a complete gentleman.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He talks to you about his thoughts and feelings. Communication is important to him.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Raiden would like one eventually. As for when, he’s not exactly sure. Just whenever the two of you are ready.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He loves giving you gifts. They aren’t expensive, but he prefers more heartfelt gifts like handmade stuff. It makes his day whenever you give him something. He would show off what he received to Kung Lao.

H = Honesty - (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Raiden would feel guilty if he kept secrets from you, but he keeps some things to himself. He tells you most things though! He just prefers to keep embarrassing stuff to himself.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

One word. Panic. His mind would be all over the place, but once he calms down he would do anything and everything for you. Patching you up, getting food and water, etc. He’s at your beck and call.

J = Jealousy - (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Wouldn’t get that jealous. He knows you only have him in your heart, and he thinks the same about you.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

His favorite way to kiss you would be a nibble kiss. He likes to nibble on your lip or your earlobe.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He would make time for you. If you want to hang out or go somewhere he would drop almost everything. It would be hard if he was busy doing something for Lord Liu Kang, but that’s understandable.

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

He would love to get married to you. When it comes to him proposing, he doesn’t want it to be a big proposal. Something small with a few friends there. Marriage would be great. You two would share responsibilities. You two are probably more lovey dovey now, but besides that the relationship stays the same.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

I think his worst fear would be you getting injured because of a mistake he makes.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

So you know when you rub your feet (wearing socks) on the carpet and when you touch someone or something there is a static shock? Sometimes when Raiden hugs you, you get a little shock. He doesn’t mean for it to happen either, but he always apologizes for shocking you.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Dear and Darling are the names he mainly calls you.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He likes to be in your presence. Like you two don’t even have to say a word. Like stargazing at night, being held by him, and just listening to the sounds around the two of you.

R = Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Raiden has his romantic moments (would ask his sister for advice on things). He would try to make your favorite food, he even asked Madam Bo for help on cooking. I can see him being cliché (The things mentioned in Date seem pretty cliche to me).

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is extremely protective of you. He would like you to stay with him, and use the power he received from Liu Kang. He would rather be the only one protecting. He just wants you to stay as safe as possible.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Would probably take him a few months to confess to you.

U = Upset - (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He is concerned. It hurts him to see you upset. Will try his best to cheer you up.

V = Value - (how important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

The relationship is as important as his own life. There is nothing in all the realms that can compare to his relationship with you.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He is fine with you fighting because you need to be able to defend yourself when he isn’t around. He would prefer to not fight you, but he will fight by your side.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

At first it took him a moment to read you, but over time he’s gotten to learn about your habits. Now he can read you like a book.

Y = Yearning - (how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

He looks a bit down, but he is able to function normally. Would talk to Kung Lao about you, anything that reminds him about you, and other stuff like that.

Z = Zzz (how do they sleep?)

Will fall asleep holding you, and would make sure that you are comfortable. If you don’t want to cuddle he is fine with just being near you.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat imagine #mk raiden #raiden x reader

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gyuwoncheol · 1 year ago

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Kimchi

Pair: Best Friend!Mingyu x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

WC: ~700

Bestfriend!Mingyu frantically showing up at your front door when you texted him urgently to come to yours because there was an emergency

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” He barged into your house, panting for air as the door flew wide open. You couldn’t see it but even his car was haphazardly parked in your driveway

“Finally! Thank god!” You exclaimed, standing up from the couch and pulling him into the kitchen. Mingyu was tense, he stood tall and walked carefully, as if ready to fight whatever was going to jump at him

You hopped onto your kitchen counter to sit, letting your legs dangle as you picked up the large jar of kimchi beside you. “May you please, please, please open this for me?” You requested, eyes big and lower lip jutting out

Mingyu’s jaw dropped in utter shock, eyes glaring at you. He felt like a bucket of ice cold water just got dropped on him— partially feeling relieved but mostly just disbelief. “YAH! Are you for real right now?! THAT’S IT?!”

“Yeah” you said innocently as you gave him a toothy grin, both hands holding out the jar to him

“Oh my god, y/n! You had me WORRIED! I thought you were dying or something! Look! My shirt is literally inside out cause I rushed here when you texted!!!” Mingyu exasperated

“But I was dying! I’m so hungry and I really wanted my kimchi fried rice but the jar is really tight and my weak arms just couldn’t!” You pouted, flailing your arms all over the place

Mingyu looked at you with a shy smile tugging at his lips, you truly did look desperate and starving. “You are impossible, you know that?”

You pushed the jar to his chest as he stood in between your legs. There are just some things in this world that need the strength of your best friend’s biceps, your mother’s homemade kimchi being one of them. “Please, Gyu? Pleaaaaseeee?”

Rolling his eyes, he picked the jar from you and in one quick twist with his arms, the lid popped open easily. What was 500% effort for you (and still failed) literally took him zero effort.

“Oh! Aren’t YOU just a heaven sent!” You squealed, throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing him in a hug

Mingyu chuckled brightly as he placed the jar down with one hand and rubbed your back with the other.

“I better get a reward for this” he mumbled

You leaned back and looked up at him, “Free brunch? AND if you help me cook the fried rice, i’ll make you hwachae after”

Mingyu squinted his eyes at you, knowing all too well what you were doing, “and by ‘help’ you mean I do 90% of the cooking while you just hand me the ingredients and occasionally stir them?”

“And taste test AND praise you about how good it is the whole way through! That’s a lot of work too, you know?”

He raised a brow at you, rolling his eyes yet again. You truly were impossible.

“Cmooon, Gyu. Your best friend is starving” you prodded, beaming up at him, a smile that may be mistakened as innocent by many but to your giant of a best friend currently towering over you, it is your slyest most villainous smile.

Some days like today, you were such an annoying and needy best friend, knowing exactly which buttons to press; but he honestly secretly loved it whenever you asked him to come over, no matter the reason. With a busy schedule like his, he was surely impressed with how creative you’ve gotten to force some quality best friend time for you both.

‘Hook, line and sinker’ was all you could think of when Mingyu smiled widely at you with both canines showing. His eyes attempted to look annoyed but you could see right through them. Besides, he was already reaching for the wok that was hanging on your backsplash.

“I hope you know how lucky you are to have a best friend like me” Mingyu smirked as he started moving around your kitchen like he lived there

“Oh I count my blessings every day, Kim Mingyu. And you’re on top of that list.”

Mingyu threw his head back in a laugh before padding over to you to plant a quick kiss on your cheek, “Good, good. Now, hand me my ingredients, peasant”

You hopped off the counter and handed him some onions with a roll of your eyes, “Love you too, chef”

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ssinnerplazahotel · 4 days ago

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WC:7k

Warning: 18+, age gap, smut, fluff, yandere elvis, it’s the 50s/60s, painful-difficult-devastating-life-changing-extraordinary love

Pairing: elvis x black reader

Disclaimer: full of inaccuracies, inaccurate timeline, inaccurate depictions of Graceland, historically inaccurate themes and items

Note/: this is part four of a five part series and was intended for black readers but written with no physical descriptions——all reader’s welcomed

“Hello?”

“I’m looking for the girl you were with earlier.”

“Who the hell is this?”

“Put her on the phone.”

“…Hello?”

“Birdie?”

“E?”

“What the hell are you doing in Seattle?”

“Oh my…How did you get this number?”

“How do you always manage to show up in the damndest of places?”

“Well…I-I’m…” You were genuinely at a loss for words.

“How’d you get caught up with a vulture like Don Siegel?” He was seething. You hadn’t heard his voice in over three years, you weren’t used to its intensity. “Wh-What~ I mean Jesus Christ, the man’s married.”

“I d-didn’t know~”

“Oh, yes the fuck you did.” His voice was heavier, fuller and dripping with something new…something different that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. “My heart sank when I saw you with that man. How do you end up in these situations?”

“Can you hold on a minute?” You still heard him fuming when you took the phone from your ear. “Baby? I have to take a call in the other room. Don’t pick up the phone.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t pick up the phone.”

“Yeah…”

You scurried to the other room as fast as you could and dropped onto the sofa—he was still going when you picked up the other phone.

“—I don’t know how you find new ways to~”

“Elvis?” He wouldn’t stop, and you almost didn’t want him to. Something about it was exhilarating. “Come on, I can’t…bunny, please. Listen for a second, just listen.”

He fell silent then, finally taking a breath.

“I can’t believe it’s really you, E.”

“Oh, now you know how it feels, huh?”

You laughed. “How do you know Don?”

“Honey, how the hell do you know him?”

“We just fool around sometimes~”

“Oh, please spare me~”

“You asked.”

“What happened? You got so good at playing tricks that you’re on to higher circles now?”

“‘Higher circles,’” You repeated incredulously. “Don fucks the same as any other man~”

“Birdie!”

“What?”

“I don’t want to hear it. Alright?”

“How are you, baby? Are you okay?”

He sighed. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“How’s your girl?”

“It’s getting harder to keep in touch.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m busy.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

He didn’t want to talk about it. “I worked on a project with Don—it went straight to the gutter.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It bombed in box office.”

“Well, if I had known I would’ve gone to see it a million times.”

“You really had no idea we worked together?”

“We don’t do a whole lot of talking.”

He clicked his tongue and groaned in annoyance.

“What a coincidence,” You continued. “I’ll have to tell Don how we know each other.”

“Whenever you have a free moment to talk,” He said sarcastically.

“I’ll just tell him while he’s going down on me, he’s usually a great listener then.”

“I can’t stand you.” You laughed and he was silent for a moment. “What’s he call you?”

You were practically squirming in your seat. “Do you really want to know?”

“I don’t think I can handle the mystery.”

“…I let him call me Sugar.”

“He thinks that’s your name?”

“He’s not as inquisitive as you, believe it or not.”

“Does he pay you?”

“No, E. It’s not like that. W-We…Well, we’re in love.”

“You love him?”

“I do.”

There was silence on the other end and for a moment you worried he was going to hang up.

“You aren’t gonna hang up on me, are you?”

“…No, I just…I don’t know.”

“You sound upset.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing you say those words.“

You felt the tension disappear as you laughed. “You’re too easy, bunny.”

“Are you serious?” He asked, fuming again.

“I told you two seconds ago that we just fool around sometimes,” You said. “Did you forget that already?”

“So what—do you love him?”

“Of course not,” You responded. “You need to stop believing everything I say.”

“I can’t tell what’s true and what’s not.”

“So don’t believe any of it.”

He scoffed and you imagined him shaking his head in disbelief. You liked that he was still so easy to rile up.

“I want you to come see me while I’m here.”

You weren’t shocked by the request. “How long are you here?”

“Just through the fifteenth.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “I can try to~”

“Get something to write down the address.”

“…Just a second.” You took the phone from your ear and, for a moment, you contemplated hanging up. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve. But it was Elvis. You brought the phone back to your ear. “Alright go ahead.”

“You didn’t get anything to write with.”

“Can you see me through this thing?”

“No, I just don’t trust you~”

“What’s the address?”

“1902, Second Avenue.”

“The Doric?”

“You know these things of the top of your head?”

“The…yeah, the Doric New Washington?”

“Tell them your name’s ‘Birdie’ at the front desk and they’ll send you up.”

“I don’t know when I’ll~”

“I want to see you tonight.”

He hung up the phone after that. After recovering from your shock, you stood to go back into the bedroom.

“Who was that?”

“Elvis.”

“Oh…oh?”

“I gotta get going, Don.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“You’re asleep anyway.”

“…Will I see you again?”

“I’m sure you will, baby—every night in your dreams.”

He laughed but made no further attempt at conversation as you quickly dressed and left the room.

You cleaned up as best you could in the bathroom—trying to disguise the wrinkles in your dress was useless. You left the suite and went to find the elevator. You got to the front desk and rang the bell.

“Can I help you?”

“Sorry to bother you again,” You said, only slightly embarrassed. “Someone is supposed to be expecting me.”

“And you are?”

“Birdie.”

The woman scanned the list, skipping past the name ‘Sugar’ to find ‘Birdie’ in fresh ink.

You smiled when she met your eyes. “That’s me.”

She handed over the key with an edge of distaste. “14th floor.”

After hiding out in the hall for an hour or so, you finally made your way to his room. You felt an eerie sense of calm as you approached the door. You thought you’d be more anxious seeing him again.

“Who is it?” He called when you knocked.

“Take a wild guess.” You were shocked by the velocity in which the door opened.

“You fucking—“ You screamed when he picked you up, struggling against him for a moment.

“What are you doing?” You laughed.

“I called Don back,” He said as he drug you into the room and shut the door. “I didn’t know it took an hour and a half to get up three floors.”

“Put me down,” You squealed. “You crazy old~”

“You better not finish that~”

“Let me go so I can see you.” You stumbled back a few steps to look at him. “Yeah, that’s you. Still the same bunny I remember.”

“It’s only been about three damn years.”

“Has it really? I didn’t even notice.”

His eyes narrowed. “…Yes you did.”

You smiled. “Why are you in Seattle?”

He shrugged dismissively. “Another thing.”

“Good thing?”

“Yeah. A lot people want it.”

“You look good.”

“You look like you’ve already had a long night.”

You tried to laugh but your smile faltered. “Ouch.”

“Take a shower.”

“…You have this new way of telling and not asking, I’ve noticed.”

“I don’t have time.”

You crossed your arms. “I don’t like it.”

“Will you please go take a shower so that I can get a chance with you before you disappear?”

“Elvis.”

“What?” He seemed unbothered by your expression. “I’m sure you’ve got a million more tricks to get through before the end of the night. I don’t want to waste your time.”

“You’re being rude.”

“I’m just playing the game.”

“I don’t play the games you’re used to anymore.”

“What are you doing with Don then?”

“The same things you do with the girls you bring back to your room every night. Are you spinning tricks on them? I mean, I know you are, but do you call it that?”

He shrugged dismissively. “Then I guess we’re the same.”

“I guess so.”

“…Will you go take a shower?”

“Why? Are you worried you’ll taste him on me?”

His jaw twitched. “I can smell him from here.”

“You don’t like that?”

“I can’t fucking stand that.”

“Sorry…I’ll go wash him away.”

You wanted to believe that he was the same. Although the years had gone by torturously—it had been such a short amount of time. When you looked at him, he was the same. Bold, glamorous and soft enough around the edges to pull you in without raising any suspicion about his razor sharp charisma. But there was something else there now. It was darker and it genuinely made you want to know if he was okay.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing, I-I didn’t…I thought we could talk.”

“About what?”

You nodded in agreement—unsure of what else you were supposed to do.

You went into the bathroom and showered in a rush. If he didn’t have time, neither did you. When you got back into the bedroom, you had expected him to be there waiting for you. He seemed so desperate to get the night over with before. However, you found him in the main room of the suite still fully dressed. He sat back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression.

“Are you ready?” You asked, securing your towel under your arms.

“Yeah.” He turned his head and his eyes raked over your body before he motioned for you. “You can leave the towel there.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You sighed. “I’m not gonna stay and let you treat me like shit. There’s not that much kindness in the world, let alone in my heart.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“What are you gonna do?”

He stared silently.

“Say something.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t want you to say anything, I want you to be nice.” If it had been any other situation you’d be more intentional about hiding the hurt in your voice.

“Why should I be nice?” His lips twitched in a suppressed smile. “Do you deserve it?”

Now you were silent and tight-jawed.

“I think I deserve one good night after all the nights I spent worrying about you after you left out of nowhere.” He waited a long time to continue—probably because he knew you had nothing to say. “Leave the towel there.”

You took a breath, contemplating for a moment before letting the material fall where you stood. You could’ve left. You wanted to leave, but you worried he’d let you go—just like he had let you go before. You worried that if you walked away it wouldn’t be three years.

It’d be forever.

He watched you the entire time you walked over, no doubt analyzing every detail of your appearance. When you reached him, he motioned for you to kneel and despite every fiber of your being screaming in protest—you did.

You focused on your hands in your lap instead of his eyes. You didn’t want to see that look in his eyes that you saw in every other man’s eyes.

You heard him shift before you felt him take your face in his hands. He tilted your head back and you finally met his gaze.

You waited but he didn’t do anything. He smiled. A gentle smile that seemed too out of place for the moment. “I love you.”

You wanted to cry but you hoped he couldn’t tell. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

He leaned forward then and kissed your forehead. He was silent again when he stood and you turned to watch him walk over and pick up the towel.

“Come on,” He said, holding it up for you to walk into.

You frowned. “What kind of game are you playing?”

“Can you just listen?” You didn’t move. “I’ll treat you nice, birdie. I promise.”

You stood and he wrapped you in the towel before leading you back into the bedroom.

“I’ll give you something to wear for the night,” He said, gesturing to the bed for you to sit.

You frowned but sat as he went into the suitcase by the closet and retrieved a worn shirt for you to sleep in.

“What?” He asked when you looked up at him. “Not your style?”

“…What’s happening?” You truly had no idea.

He turned to the mirror on the wall to adjust—admire—his hair. “We’re just having a good time, baby. Don’t worry.”

You refrained from complaining and slipped the shirt on. “Is this something you’re into?”

“What?”

“I mean…why do you want to fuck me in your ugly shirt?”

He laughed and checked you out in his shirt. “I think you’re cute.”

Cute? No one ever called you cute. “Are you okay? I’m genuinely asking.”

“Yeah, why?” You stared in disbelief as he crawled onto the bed and fell onto his back in a huff. “Where were you staying before Don picked you up?”

“He flew me out for the weekend but…I-I’ll probably head home after this.”

“Home?” He seemed surprised to hear that. “Where’s that?”

“If I tell you, are you gonna stalk me?”

“No. I don’t even believe you.”

You shifted in his direction, but he stopped you from straddling him and instead made you settle for his arm over your waist as you laid facing each other.

“Where was it again?” He reiterated, continuing his line of questioning

You sighed reluctantly. “Chicago.”

“Really?”

“Mhm…”

“Why there?”

“It's up and coming.”

“I’m sure you like it.”

“Why?”

“You like anything that’s up and coming.”

There was a glimmer of humor in his eyes but you pretended not to notice the innuendo. “It’s okay if I stay to myself.”

“That’s good, birdie. I’m happy for you.”

You were confused but you had a feeling he wanted you to be. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying anything.

“Will you stay tonight?”

“Why?” You wondered. “You don’t want anything to do with me.”

“Not true.”

“Then what is happening right now? Why don’t you want me?”

“This is how I want you.” He shrugged. “This is more important to me than fucking every waking minute of our every encounter.”

“Laying here losing brain cells is more important to you?”

“Getting to know you is more important to me, yes.”

You didn’t know what he was up to, but you felt like there was some kind of method behind all this. It felt all too intentional.

“What do you want me to do? Lay here until you fall asleep?” You asked, turning onto your back and crossing your arms. “I can lay here until you fall asleep. Easy.”

He snuggled closer and kept his arm over your torso. “The whole time, or until I fall asleep?”

“What do you want?”

“The whole time.”

“Easy.”

He seemed satisfied. “What do you do now, honey?”

“Nothing.”

“You bought a house off nothing?”

“I had savings.”

“I want the address before you go.”

“What? No. Why?”

“So I can send you things.”

“No…I’ll leave my number if you want.”

He sighed—unsatisfied.

“What’re you doing tomorrow?” You asked in the wake of his silence. He was happy that you were engaging in the conversation.

“Working.”

“That’s nice.”

“Will you stay with me for a few days? You can hang out with the guys while I’m on set and at night we could do our own thing.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

Silence.

“Don’t be mad at me.”

“Why can’t you stay?”

“Because~”

“You don’t want to?”

“I can’t.”

“I don’t understand why you insist on keeping this space between us like it matters anymore~”

“It matters to me.”

“You don’t know how to let anyone love you.”

“Sorry, I don’t have much practice.”

“I’m trying to show you.”

You laughed.

“I’m serious.”

“What do you want?”

“Stay and play house with me for a couple days. After that I’ll send you back to Chicago.”

Now you were silent.

“I’ve played your game for the last six years. You can’t play mine for a couple days?”

That changed things—that made it feel less like a commitment and more like a challenge.

“There’s that mischief in your eyes again,” Elvis said.

“You think you can top my game?”

“I’ve had some practice in the last few years.”

You enjoyed his confidence—he was so sure of himself.

“What do you say?”

“Game on.”

This is what he needed you to see.

He wanted you to see how much the world and the people around him desired him—his attention, his praise, his approval. He needed you to see that, while you ran away from his affection, others craved it. And for so many hours of your life you were forced to soak it all in.

Set tours, studio tours, special guest seating, special guest accommodations that no one needed or asked for. He must’ve told them you were the Queen of fucking England.

Every second you were away from him, you absolutely wanted to die—but you didn’t let it show.

The last thing you needed after a miserable day of pretending to give a shit about Seattle was to be swarmed by frenzied fans, yet there you were. He didn’t even try to avoid them. He walked right into the line of fire and struck up a conversation.

When he finally pulled himself away from the crowd you expected to be ushered the rest of the way to the car. However, he slipped his arm around your waist and went for a kiss. If it hadn’t been the first time his lips touched yours in the last three years you would have pushed him away.

Your first kiss in three years and he made sure there were a million people watching.

And to say the least, he didn’t look one bit surprised at the uproar of chaos erupting behind you. He actually smiled when you were finally behind the safety of the car door.

“You think that was funny?”

“It wasn’t too bad~”

“Kissing me in front of all those people, what were you thinking?”

He shrugged. “I was thinking that I wanted to kiss you so I did.”

You scoffed and looked out the window.

“I’m sorry, mama, I didn’t think you’d be upset.” He closed the space between you and put his arm around you. “When I see you, everything else fades away and it’s just us.”

“You should know by now that sweet lines don’t work on me.”

“They work on something.”

You pretended to not understand.

“You gotta be purring from all this excitement.” His voice was like gravel when he muttered those words. He watched you tense with a satisfied grin.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You regretted the question; it sounded less like an invitation in your head. “Actually, don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t do anything about it.”

“Oh, I wasn’t going to.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not gonna fuck you in the back seat of my car.”

“I bet you’d change your mind if I…got you going first.” You placed a hand between his thighs. “Unless you’re too much of a big, Hollywood star to get your dick sucked in the backseat of your fancy car.”

“Stop.”

“Why? Can’t handle it?”

He cupped your chin in his hand and kissed the corner of your mouth. “Just be here with me, okay? Relax.”

You didn’t protest when he pulled you further into his side and sat back in his seat. “Did you go on any of the tours I set up for you?”

You shift into a more comfortable position and settled in as well. “Yeah, they were really nice.”

“I’m glad you got a chance to go.”

You didn’t know what to say. You never knew what to say.

“What’s wrong?” He must’ve noticed your panic.

“N-Nothing.”

“When we get to the hotel I’m gonna send you up first. I have to hang back and talk to some people.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll only be a few minutes.”

A few hours. He’d only be a few hours. You didn’t know what could possibly have been taking him so long. At some point you attempted to escape the silence, only to discover the floor being blocked off.

“I’m sorry, miss, I can’t let you by.”

“Excuse me?”

“The floor’s already been secured. That means nobody in and nobody out for the rest of the night.”

“W-Well…if you just let me go, I won’t come back.”

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

“So, what—I’m trapped here?”

“The floor opens in the morning.”

“Un-fucking-believable.” You stormed back down the hall and into the room—throwing your purse down without caring about the contents splaying out onto the floor. You sat down on the bed in a huff, looking around the room. It was a bit mundane for Elvis. That’s when you knew that it wasn’t his room.

It was yours.

You went back into the hall to talk to the guards. “Which one of these is the Royal?”

“Last one on the end.”

You didn’t waste another minute before going over. You could hear the music from a few paces away and when you knocked, the door opened to a party. You were floored.

“Lottie?” Red asked in shock.

“Surprised to see me?” You forced a smile.

“What are you doing in Seattle? H-How’d you get past security?”

“I’m real good with people, Red. When they try to say ‘no’ it just comes out as ‘yes.’”

He flushed. “I-I’m sure Elvis would be thrilled to see you.”

“Is he here?”

“Yeah, I’ll go tell him you’re~”

“No. I want to surprise him.”

Red nodded. “He’s somewhere over there.”

You headed in the opposite direction—you weren’t looking for him anymore.

“Hey, baby, you okay?”

The man looked up upon hearing your voice but he looked around for who you were speaking to instead of responding.

“You.”

“Me?” He asked.

“Yeah, you,” You chuckled.

“O-Oh…yeah, I’m alright.”

“What’s your name?”

“…Joel.”

“It’s nice to meet you Joel.”

“Y-You too.”

You followed his gaze for a moment to where Elvis was sitting. “Why do you keep looking over there?”

“I-I thought you were Elvis’ girl.”

“‘Elvis’ girl’, ugh, don’t you hate the sound of that?”

He laughed, shifting towards you despite his nervous demeanor.

“How do you know Elvis?”

“Jerry’s my cousin.”

“Jerry?”

“Yeah.”

“Jerry’s your cousin?” You looked at him. “I don’t see it.”

“How do you know him?”

“It’s a long story,” You said dismissively. “I rather hear more about you.”

“T-There’s…there’s not much t-to hear.”

You pouted. “No interesting stories to tell?”

He shook his head.

“Do you want an interesting story to tell?”

“I-I…I don’t—I mean, I s-shouldn’t.”

“You shouldn’t?”

“No, you’re…y-you’re E’s girl.”

“Did we have this conversation already, or am I getting deja vu?”

“…You’re funny.”

“I’m funnier when I’m sitting down.” You didn’t wait for a response as you took his hand and led him with you—only doubling back for the rest of his drink when you noticed him leaving it. “You’re gonna want to finish this.”

You found a spot on the sofa that was pushed against the back wall. It was a bit cramped but you didn’t mind as much as Joel.

“Do you mind?” You asked, shifting towards him and resting your legs in his lap.

“O-Oh~”

“So, what do you, Joel?”

“Uhm…I used to sell cars with my dad.”

You pretended to care. "Then what happened?”

“He wanted me to go on the road with Jerry.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, stumbling over his words for a moment when you grabbed his wrist and lead his straw to your lips. “H-He said…he said, uhm, that h-he wanted me to know what it was like to be on my own.”

“You aren’t really on your own here, are you?”

“I don’t know…it seems like it sometimes.”

“I can see that.”

“How d-did you say you knew Elvis again?”

“Oh, I didn’t.”

He nodded. “I-I saw you earlier…t-together, so, w-we all thought~”

“You know what happens when you assume, Joel.”

“Yeah, but…”

“We’re just talking, baby.” You offered a reassuring smile. “There’s no harm in that.”

“Okay.”

“Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah.”

“If you could be doing anything else in the world what would you be doing?”

“I-I don’t know, why?”

You shrugged. “Aren’t you going to ask me?”

He swallowed. “What would you be doing?”

“…I think you know what I’m going to say.”

You couldn’t tell if the sweat on his forehead formed instantaneously or if it had already been there. You couldn’t help but enjoy the expression on his face. You weren’t sure what the emotions were, but you reveled in the conflict.

“Hey, Jo, man let me talk to you,” Jerry appeared suddenly, his voice cutting through your conversation and even starling you a bit.

“Y-Yeah?” Joel stood hurriedly, moving your legs in his rush to get up.

“Hi, Jer-bear,” You said. “I was just talking to Joel and he said he’s your cousin."

“He is my cousin.”

“He’s too cute to be your cousin.” You smiled at the way his face flushed. “And he’s sweet, unlike you.”

“E’s looking for you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, go find out.”

“I don’t like the way you said that.” You stood with a sigh. “Tell the guards to let me out of this hell hole.”

“I can’t do that.”

“What, are we all trapped here?”

“No, you’re free to go back to your room.”

“See, Joel,” You said looking at him. “You could never be this much of an asshole.”

“I-I’m gonna g-go,” He stammered before escaping.

“He wants you to go to him,” Jerry said. “I’m just the messenger, alright, so…”

“‘Alright, so,’ what?”

“So don’t call me an asshole.”

“Only an asshole can do whatever that asshole says, Jerry,” You said. “It’s not my fault the shoe fits.”

“Do I have to tell him you aren’t coming?”

“You don’t have to do anything. You’re your own man.”

He looked annoyed. “I’m just doing my job.”

“So am I.”

He frowned but you didn’t explain before turning on your heel and walking away.

You caught Joel’s eye again on your way out of the room but he quickly avoided your gaze. You tried not to laugh as you left the suite.

“I’m not even going to try with you bunnies again,” You called to the guard at the end of hallway. You noticed that only one stood in the place of the two before. “I’ll just go rot in my cell for the rest of the night. Until you let me go. How fucking stupid is that?”

“Sorry, lady.”

“Fuck you. You can’t tell a person they can’t leave on their own free will.”

“Everyone knew the floor was closing at midnight.”

“No one told me.”

“…sorry?”

You rolled your eyes and stopped to unlock your room door. “Do you know Elvis? D-Did you meet him?”

“Yeah,” The guard seemed through with you.

“What’d you think?”

“I don’t know, he’s a good guy.”

“Wrong,” You said. “He’s not a good person. He’s actually an asshole.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and he leaves girls alone for hours waiting for him and then he never actually shows up.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, then he makes sure not to tell the girl that she can’t leave after midnight. So she sits there until it’s too late and now she’s just a sitting fucking duck waiting around for the sun.”

“…sorry about that.”

“I think you should let me go.”

“Lady~”

“Vivian.”

“I'm sorry, Vivian, I’m just doing my job.”

“This really has nothing to do with your job.” You had left the door and started making your way towards him. “I’m really good about keeping secrets. I wouldn’t tell a soul it was you that let me by.”

“My partner’s gonna be back any minute.”

“Then let’s hurry.”

He laughed. “You should go to your room and sleep the night off.”

“I would its just that…”

“What?”

“I get real sick when I’m alone.”

“Sick how?”

“Sometimes…I think I’ll die.” You stopped in front of him and met his eyes. “It’s not good for me. That’s why you ought to let me by.”

“I can’t.”

“Well it’s either that or spending the night with me.”

“Birdie.”

You practically jumped a foot off the ground upon hearing his voice booming with such anger.

“Elvis, don’t~”

“What the fuck are you doing, huh?”

“Leave him alone~”

“You, shut up and get in the room,” He snapped, ushering you back that way. “You—you’re fucking fired, get out of my sight.”

“He didn’t do anything wrong~”

“Go.”

You released a stunned gasp when he grabbed your arm and drug you the rest of the way into the room. “What is the matter with you?”

“Me? What the hell is the matter with you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond to his anger when you were so upset yourself.

“I can’t believe you’re the one screaming right now,” You responded. “You left me here all night!”

“I told you that I had to talk to some people~”

“All night? It’s like you didn’t even consider the fact that you said you’d…” You noticed a certain expression on his face that made you stop. His disappearance tonight was intentional. You laughed humorously as you realized the situation you had unknowingly walked into.

He was going to leave you there all night to see if you’d stick around until the next day.

“What?” He wondered. He wanted you to confirm that you knew exactly what was going on

“Did you make your point?”

He shrugged. “Do you feel like shit?”

You wanted to cry. “Yep.”

“Then I guess I made my point.”

“I want to leave.”

“You can’t.”

“…Then you leave.”

“I will if you really want me to.”

“I really want you to.”

“Okay.”

You were shocked when he turned around and started toward the door.

“I want you to know,” You started, waiting for him to face you to continue. “I’ve never set out to intentionally hurt you. Ever. That’s not what I do, and it’s not something I tolerate from anyone—not even you. So…I hope you’re happy knowing that if you never see me again after tonight, it’s your fault.”

“Is that all?”

You forced down the yell that had threatened to erupt from your throat and you let your words die on your tongue. “…Good night, Elvis.”

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Only if I’m cold and stiff.”

That seemed to make his movements falter but he ultimately kept walking. “I guess I’ll see you in a few years then.”

“Don’t count on it.”

You weren’t shocked to find Jerry knocking on your door the next afternoon—doing his usual clean up.

“Can’t you just stay until the end of filming?”

“Why should he get whatever he wants?”

“When he gets whatever he wants, our lives are easier.”

“Jerry, I think you mean ‘when he gets whatever he wants, we all get whatever we want.’”

“All I know is that last week he didn’t even want to show up and this week he’s gotten there early everyday. I haven’t seen him this enthusiastic about anything in years and I honestly think you’re the reason.”

“I’ve only been here two miserable days.”

“I’m telling you, he’s different. He’s happier when you’re around, I noticed it back then too.”

“Well I’m not. It’s like fucking torture to me.”

“Because you’re not trying to meet him where he’s at.”

“That’s all I’ve been doing. He’s the one with zero regard for anyone’s feelings.”

“He’s been in love with you for six years and you’ve never seen him the same way. He did more than respect your feelings when you told him you were a whore~”

“I don’t think you even want to go there, Jerry.”

“He’s told me what you used to do for Ron~”

“Don’t.”

“I’m not judging you, it’s the honest to god truth. He’s protecting himself just like you have been all these years.”

“By treating me like shit?”

“By keeping you at arms length where you belong.”

You told Jerry that you’d stay but you didn’t hear from Elvis again until that night. He showed up so late that night you had already convinced yourself that he wasn’t coming and had resorted to crying your eyes out thinking he was officially done with you.

“Why’d you stay?” He spoke as soon as he entered, his voice booming in the silent room. He let the door swing shut behind himself and plopped down on the edge of the bed.

“I talked to Jerry.”

“You did?” He was shocked at the sight of your tears. “Hey…y-you’re crying. Since when do you cry?”

“Baby, I…Elvis,” You tried to force a steady tone as you sat up to speak. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop.” He shifted to face you. “I c-can’t believe you’re crying. How much did you drink?”

“I’m not drunk. I didn’t even go to the party.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter, look, I…I don’t want you to think that I showed up here to hurt you. W-When I found out that Don was going to your party I-I thought that it meant something. I thought we could see each other again and I could make up for the way I left before.”

“Why?”

“Because, ever since everything happened with Ron, I’ve been trying to be different. I’m trying to be a better person.”

“…If I’m just a step on your path to becoming a better person then honestly~”

“That’s not~”

“No, I’m really glad you’re going on this journey of self discovery and everything but I don’t see how it involves me.”

“It involves you.”

“How?”

“Because I…I-I guess I love you.”

He pursed his lips. “You guess?”

“I know I do a-and I couldn’t live thinking you hated me for the way I left.”

“I do hate you for the way you left.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

“If I forgive you will you disappear?”

“…Not if you don’t want me to.”

“Do you love me? Or is it a trick?”

“I’ve loved you since that night in Ohio.”

“You’re lying.”

“Do you really think I’d still be here if I were lying?”

“Then what’s been the point of this whole thing? The past six years? Do you get off on being miserable?”

“I’ve never…” You wanted to disappear.

“Uh-uh, don’t do that,” He snapped. “Don’t start fixing shit up in your head~”

“I’m not~”

“You look like you’re already a million miles away so you might as well go.”

“I’m here, Elvis, I’m right here.”

“Where do you want to be?”

“I want to be here with you. That’s why I’m here.”

“I’m sorry if I’m having a hard time believing you, Vivian—or is it Lottie, or Des, fucking Treasure and every goddamn thing else besides your actual name~”

“You know my name.”

“That’s not the point! The point is that you’re a liar, all you do is lie.”

“I’m trying to stop. It’s all I’ve known for the last thirteen years, I can’t break it that easily.”

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

“You’re supposed to trust that I’m doing everything I can to be transparent with you. About everything.”

“Where are you from?”

“…N-North Carolina~”

“Lie.”

“I swear.”

“How’d you end up in Memphis?”

“That’s a question for my mama, Elvis. I don’t know.”

His jaw clenched and he shook his head.

“I’m telling you the truth,” You said. “Y-You can ask me anything. I-I mean…I’m trying, bunny, I really am.”

“How old are you really?”

“Oh, come on~”

“You said anything.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“Do you really have a house in Chicago?”

“It’s a duplex.”

“And you’re there regularly?”

“As regularly as I can be.”

“What’d Jerry say to make you stay?”

“Nothing specific. He just made me feel like a piece of shit for being who I am…so pretty much the same thing you did, I guess.”

“You just can’t handle being called out on your bullshit.”

“You call it bullshit, I call it staying alive and sane.”

“You think you’ll go insane and die if you fall in love?”

“I’m already halfway there.”

Elvis chuckled and moved to sit next to you against the bed’s wooden headboard. “I want you to love me, birdie.”

“I do.”

“Then let it happen.”

“What if…I don’t know, what if you hurt me?” You tried to laugh but you were serious. “How do I know you aren’t going to keep punishing me?”

“I don’t want to punish you. I-I don’t want to trick you into loving me, I just want you to do it.”

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Just come out and say ‘Elvis, I love you. I want to be with you.’” You laughed. “I’m serious, let’s hear it.”

“Elvis, I love you. I want to be with you,” You repeated.

“I love you too, see?” He seemed content as he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. He reached up to dry your remaining tears with the pad of his thumb. “You can be a good girl. You’re a sweet girl, I know you are.”

“Only for you.”

“I like that.” He kissed you gently, moving his lips slowly against yours. “Tell me you’re my girl.”

“You’re pushing it.”

He laughed. “Please?”

“I’m your girl, E.” You couldn’t make out his expression but you felt his breath catch as he kissed you again. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” He whispered. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

He convinced you to let him take you home to Chicago. You protested at first but gave in eventually. Mostly because he stopped believing you had a place.

“Go ahead. Call it a piece of shit.”

“No, it’s…it’s got good bones, I can tell.” He looked around. “At least it’s real.”

“A real piece of shit.”

He walked further into the house and you watched him closely. “How do you keep up with it?”

“I don’t think you want to know.”

“…I thought you said you were done with those games.”

“I am, it’s not that,” You said. “Ron helps out a lot, that's all.”

He looked confused. “You’re letting him pay your bills?”

“For now, until~”

“Why would you want any connection to him at all?”

“I don’t. But he said it was the least he could do after everything that happened.”

“He just wants control.”

“My mother asked him to, that’s the only reason he’s doing it.”

“What does he get out of it?”

“I don’t know, we don’t even talk directly—only through my mom.”

He shook his head. “You made it seem like you were doing better when you’re really in the exact same situation as the last time I saw you.”

“I am doing better.”

“How?”

“I don’t know…I feel better.”

“You don’t feel safe.”

“I never have.”

“Do you understand why I have an issue with that?”

“What do you want me to do? I didn’t know you were going to make me feel bad~”

“Don’t start weaponizing everything I say like you always do~”

“You make me feel bad for the way my life is, E. I’m not weaponizing anything, alright, it’s the way I feel.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do, I’m trying to tell you that there’s another way.”

The phone rang and you hesitated to answer.

“Pick it up.”

“No.” He moved to get it and you stopped him. “Okay, fine.”

He stood back as you answered the call, listening intently.

“Hello?” You avoided his eyes. “Hey, Arnie, how are you?”

You heard Elvis scoff.

“…No, I…I would, baby, but I don’t think I can make it to the airport tonight. I just got home from a long weekend.”

Elvis seemed to not be interested in the conversation anymore and opted for wandering down the hall.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay? Don’t be mad at me…okay…you too. Bye.” You ended the call but left the phone off the hook. “Bunny?”

“Who the hell is Arnie?”

“I met him in New York. He’s a director.”

“Men just call and offer to fly you out places?”

“He likes when I come to his parties. He thinks it makes them more attractive.”

“He thinks you’ll be an easy target for his customers—I meant guests, sorry.”

“I don’t screw whatever walks like a duck, E, give me a break.”

“How many people have you screwed? Not even in your life, just in past three years.”

“You know just what to ask a lady.”

“You said I could ask anything.”

“If I’m being honest…four? Yeah, only four.”

“Including me or not?”

“Not.”

“Who were they?”

“I told you the number, do I really have to tell you who it was?”

“No, but I’ll assume and make an ass out of the both of us.”

“…You can’t really be upset, it was before I knew I’d see you again.”

That detail seemed to make him feel better. “Four people, huh?”

“Turns out I have a lot of friends. You’d be surprised how many of these guys just need someone to talk to.”

“You lead a lot of people on is what you’re saying.”

“It’s more fun playing the long game.”

“Which is why we’ve been doing this for six years?”

“I was hoping you’d get tired of me but you’re helpless.”

“I don’t give up when I really want something.”

“I’ve noticed.”

He sighed and looked around. “I want you to find a new place. Somewhere Ron can’t control you.”

“I was going to as soon as I saved up enough.”

“If you’re gonna let him pay your way you might as well let me do it.”

“Ron owes me.”

“Yeah, well don’t you owe me a little peace of mind after everything you’ve put me through?”

“I don’t even talk to him unless something out of the ordinary happens.”

“I’m not asking you to move in with me.”

“Then what are you asking?”

“I don’t know…I just want you out of here. I got a place up in California, you can stay there.”

“I’m starting to see what you mean when you say that I don’t listen to myself when I talk.“

“I think you living in Ron’s duplex is more insane than you living in my house.”

“I can’t just pick up and move to California.”

“You also can’t just decide to use logic whenever you feel like it. You’ve picked up and moved to a million different places since I’ve known you.”

“I like it here.”

“If you like it here you’ll love it there.”

You glanced off.

“Tell me what’s really stopping you.”

“It seems like we’d be spending a lot more time together if I did that.”

“Hopefully.”

“…I have this funny feeling you won’t like me as much once you get to know me.”

“We can take it as slow as you want, birdie. I’m not gonna be there every day. You’ll have all the space to do…whatever you want, I mean—y-you’re your own person, so…if you want to have people over, you can have them over—I-I don’t care.”

“Are you giving me permission to throw crazy parties at your house?”

“I’m just letting you know that I’m not trying to impede on your, I guess…y-your business.”

“Will you take the offer?”

“I’ll feel like I’m taking advantage~”

“I know you, birdie, come on.” He waved dismissively. “I want you to say yes so we can get a flight before the end of the night. I can’t stand the thought of sleeping under Ron’s roof.”

You laughed. “He’s never even stepped foot in this place.”

“Say yes, please,” He said, letting his voice drop. “I want to be able to sleep at night knowing that you’re safe.”

The phone rang within the moments that it was on the hook and Elvis picked it up with an aggravated sigh.

“What?” He stopped you when you tried to take the phone. “She doesn’t live here anymore.”

“Elvis!” You were stunned when he hung the phone up and dialed the number to the airport.

“It’s true.” He shrugged and began conducting business. “…Yeah, Elvis Presley.”

You rolled your eyes when he held the phone up to your ear so that you could hear the overexcited reaction from the airport receptionist.

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beigehearts · 2 years ago

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This is a random smut post I was thinking about… was debating posting this on my main since I haven’t been on in so long or on my private account… but anyway.

Two heroes unlikely to be friends, find a shared interest that brings them to work closely together. Had you only noticed the signs sooner, you wouldn’t be in this position. Aren’t you supposed to be a great villain?

Yan!Hawks/Reader/Yan!All Might

CW: violence, murder, animal death, blood, PTSD, gore, drugging, stalking, noncon, breeding, double penetration, size kink, knotting, forced pregnancy (mentioned)

The quirk to pull things from thin air, something not many have inherited. But it’s not like you’re magically creating things, you’re simply pulling items from different points in time and space for whenever and whatever you need. You imagine it as your backpack sort of, it took a long time to expand the size of your magical backpack but you managed to turn it almost into an endless void.

“The villain is here!” A cop yells out and is followed by the pounding of armored footsteps. You have about twenty seconds before they reach you. Todays mission? Freeing a high security prisoner for a high price. Why? You don’t know, and you don’t care. You do a job and get paid.

You touch your pointer and thumb together and feel out the timeline to see who has a thumb print for the lock. No typical guards have it but… the warden does. You pull a pair of bolt cutters from your backpack and find the wardens location, which is in the downstairs office. With a quick snip and a yell that you can hear through the floors, you now have the key to the lock.

You pull the thumb from your backpack and press it against the lock, blood and all. It beeps and turns green, and the door opens up. A monster lays in the corner with a collar and shackles, staring up at you with a blood thirsty grin. You toss the thumb to the monster and it gobbles up the flesh in one bite. You pry off the locks with the jaws of life you have in your backpack and lean down low to the furry ear to whisper,

“Go get ‘em’ Fido.”

With no hesitation the monster jumps to attention, and sprints from the dark cell. Men and women scream as they’re mauled and ripped apart limb by limb. Bullets ricochet off of the creatures fur and fires back at the officers, turning the prison into a giant blood bath.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pick it up, “He’s headed your way. Just having a snack first.” You answer with.

There’s a small chuckle on the other side of the phone, “Very well. I’m depositing the other half of your pay into your account now. Exactly fifty million dollars, and fifty cents.”

“Pleasure doing with business with you.” The line clicks and you drop the phone on the ground, standing up and crushing it beneath your boot heel. There can be no evidence.

You lean down once more and grab the SIM card, pulling out a pair of scissors and snipping it up into pieces.

After your long day you headed home to your luxury apartment and your favorite being in the world, your dog. He’s a big Doberman who always greets you at the door and always wants to cuddle. And on cue, you hear him whimpering before you even enter your apartment. The moment you open the door he starts wagging his butt in the air and drooling everywhere. He follows you around the apartment as you decompress and get ready for bed.

He waits outside of the bathroom door as you shower and brush your teeth, watches you obediently as you pour food in his bowl, and lays down next to you once you settle in bed. The same routine you do every single night. You wrap an arm around him after setting your phone on the nightstand and let out a sigh. You know you’ll never get a peaceful sleep with the horrors that replay in your head every time you close your eyes… but at least you know you’ll get a safe sleep with your beloved Doberman, Kevin.

Your eyes shut, and it begins again, the never ending nightmare. Faces that have been torn apart, blown apart, and pounded in stare back at you. All of the people you’ve murdered with your bare hands. Their eyes judge you in a seething way. When you shut your eyes it’s like where ring another labyrinth with more and more of them. Each time they get closer and closer. If you try to hold your eyes open they force themselves shut as if you have no control. Each time their gazes grow closer.

Until finally, one stands face to face with you. He bends his neck down so that he can get a better look, his eyelids have been burned off and no longer shut, making his gaze that much more intense. His hair has been ripped out at the roots and you remember the man you first murdered. The man who killed your baby sister. While looking at his battered remains of a face strikes terror in you, it also reignites the rage you had once felt.

He leans in closer and the stench of blood assaults your senses. It’s so heavy, the smell of so much iron makes you nauseous. No wait… this isn’t a smell you’re imaging. It’s real.

You jolt up in your bed and sweat trickles down your barely clothed body. Glancing down you notice that your tank top and panties are drenched in sweat. But that smell is what’s worse than this feeling of being on fire. Quickly you move to rest a hand on Kevin but your hand meets the comforters instead. Where did he go?

The bedroom door is wide open, and you never leave that door open. In the doorway is Kevin’s chain collar, only visible by the moonlight between the curtains. It’s as if the collar has been placed there purposefully, to taunt you. The smell was so overwhelming you hadn’t realized that its eerily quiet, so much so that you can hear your own heartbeat. You reach for your phone on the nightstand but that doesn’t seem to be in its place either.

Fuck, you’re going to have to go out there. All you can do is find something to protect yourself. You’re a well trained and skilled fighter so why are you so scared right now? You stand from your bed quietly and reach into your backpack, grabbing a pistol with a silencer on it, already loaded. You’d be an idiot if you weren’t prepared while being in the line of work you are.

You hold it straight out, arm slightly bent, finger on the trigger and ready to fire. You approach the door and peek around the corner to look in the hall. No one’s in the hall and all of the bedroom doors are shut. As you tip toe through the hall and out the stairs that overlook your living room, the stench of blood gets stronger.

Taking your first step down the stairs you make sure to disperse your wait as evenly as possible to avoid making noise. But your efforts are futile when your toes step in something thick, wet, and warm. You slip down the stairs and tumble all the way to the bottom until your back collided with the wall and knocks all of the air from your lungs.

Still holding the gun tightly you gasp for air and try to focus your gaze through the haze and dizziness. The back of your head and your entire spine screams in pain but you can’t just lay here. You try to stand up, slipping in the process but managing to get to your feet. Why is there so much of this liquid in the floor? You bring your hand to your face to examine the liquid… why is there so much blood in your home?

You reposition so you can shoot on sight now and walk more carefully. There’s nobody here, and not a single sound to guid you… only a blood trail leading you to the dining room. Turning the corner you see something worse than any nightmare you’ve ever had.

Laying on the table, is Kevin. But you don’t even need to check if he’s alive, because he’s been disemboweled. His intestines trails from his stomach and onto the ground, organs slowly slipping out on a blood trail. What absolute monster would touch your dog? What fucking monster? You’re going to have their head on a pla-

There’s only the sound of a tiny gust of wind from behind you, but you’re far too slow to turn around and face it. Two large arms wrap around you, joined by a pair of large red wings. In less than the blink of an eye, you’re sitting on the couch, held against your assailant. One of your assailants.

Before you can even try to lift your hand with the pistol, the man’s hand grips yours tightly until you hear something crack. But you’d never give the satisfaction of screaming, and instead, drop the gun. It’s not like you don’t have more.

You begin moving your fingers to press your thumb and pointer together but he’s still faster. His large hand grips your thumb, tugging on it loud with a loud popping sound. In less than thirty second he had effectively dislocated the thumb that controls your quirk in its entirety. Not even police had figured that out yet… these assailants have done their research.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when a large shadow envelops you. You look up, feeling your heart pound when you see who has taken part in the ambush of your home. “You are mighty intelligent. I have to give it you.” His voice is deep with a bass that resonates in your chest.

Voice trembling, you manage, “Why are you here All Might?”

He chuckles and leans down on one knee, still managing to be a good half a foot taller than you and he whispers, “Did you not hear me on the news? I said I’d be coming for you, the shadow of the night.”

He stands back up and your gaze follows, he sighs and crosses his arms, “I never thought I’d have such a hard time just finding a villain. You take a lot of precaution in hiding your identity. And your operations are so fast, that you’re just a shadow in the night…”

The man holding you who had been so quiet you’d almost forgotten he was, leans in close and whispers, “You underestimated how fast a hawk can be.”

The pounding in your chest starts up again and finally your fight or flight response kicks in. Adrenaline rushes through your veins and you quickly try to find a solution. With adrenaline pumping you won’t feel pain, so you’ll just force yourself to touch your thumb to your finger.

You smash your hand into the side of your thigh, pressing the tips of your fingers together and producing a knife. The only weapon that can get you out of a situation like this. You dig the blade deep into the hero’s thigh and he hisses out in pain, not budging. Once you manage to get your blade out you go in for another stab but you’re stopped in your tracks.

A large hand grabs your wrist and the other grips your pointer finger and thumb in one hand, you’re unable to even think about pulling out another weapon because the gaze of all might puts your body into so much panic that you freeze.

“You can pull out all the weapons you want.” His voice gets lower, “You’ll never be able to escape us.” In just a moment, he quickly pulls your thumb and finger all the way back, there’s a loud crack and with every single millimeter of those bones broken, you can’t help but let out a cry.

You’ve never felt something so painful. To have a gunshot wound is one thing, but to have every single spot in multiple bones completely shattered is something unimaginable. It’s as if they’ve been ground into a dust.

“Obviously she isn’t going to behave, she stabbed me for fucks sake.” Hawks says to the larger man as you waver in and out of consciousness.

“I guess you’re right, and she’ll probably wake up pretty quickly if she passes out like this.”

With the okay now, the man holding you quickly grabs a plastic baggy with a cloth in it, pulls it out and presses it firmly against your nose and mouth, with your one free and you try to rip his hand off of you but with your useless fingers waving around like limp sausages, it’s no use.

The drugs the cloth has been doused in kicks in not too long after, engulfing you in a warm sleep, one without nightmares.

Head is pounding… body searing in pain… and you can’t feel your fingers. You peel your eyes open that have been crusted shut and analyze your surroundings. You’re on a strangely large bed with large comforters on top of you. The large windows have tape over them so you can’t see in or out. There’s a television mounted on the wall with a small plain couch facing it. This room seems fairly nice at first glance.

Ignoring the pain in your body, you lift your arm from the sheets and look to examine your fingers. They’ve been completely bandaged along with the rest of your hand and wrist. They did take a pretty bad blow. While you could unwrap them and force yourself to press your fingers together, you’re a bit scared to see what they look like since you can’t even feel them.

Standing up right now seems unimaginable, probably the pain from falling down the stairs that you were to adrenaline filled to feel. The remote is laying next to you on the comforter and with your good hand you turn on the television. It’s set to the news and you set the remote back down to listen. It’s five days since the attack according to the corner of the screen.

While watching television seems like the dumbest thing you could be doing right now… what else are you supposed to do? You can’t walk, and you can’t use your quirk… you’re basically defenseless.

“Mr. All Might sir! There has been an incredible drop in crime for the past few days. Some say that you’ve even apprehended The Shadow! Is it true?” The reports all quiet down to hear the hero’s answer. The camera focuses on his face and you notice a dark flint in his eyes that you’ve never noticed before. While you may be a villain it doesn’t mean you didn’t admire heroes. You’ve seen All Might plenty of times on tv but never noticed this darkness behind his eyes.

The hero breaks the silence with a loud guffaw, “We have not apprehended The Shadow! The Shadow must be scared after seeing my most recent showdown!”

Another reporter chimes in, “Do you have anything to say to the infamous Shadow?”

All Might takes a moment to think, and averts his gaze straight into the camera. With the darkness you had saw in his eyes now dripping into his voice he says, “Wherever you run, wherever you hide. I will find you.”

There’s a small thud on the bed next to you and you practically jump out of your skin. Sitting there, so casually and relaxed, is the man who killed your dog, restrained you, and chloroformed you.

“Finally awake? I was starting to get worried, you’ve been out for days birdy~.” The man pulls his legs up on the bed and turns to face you, “You can’t worry us like that. Okay?” He coos in such a charming way that it almost makes you want to say okay.

“Get lost chicken.” You bite back.

He chuckles and places his finger on your lips, pushing at them as if he’s enjoying it. “I know you’re probably confused, but you’ll understand in time.”

You bite at his finger and with his lightening quick speed he grabs you by your cheeks, fingers digging into your flesh and leaving you unable to talk.

“Maybe I should have elaborated. You’ll understand your place. You’ll understand that you’re nothing more than our brainless wife.”

Wife? Did he say wife? Your eyes go wide and you stare at the winged man in horror. They aren’t going to put you in prison, you’re already in it. This is their fucked up game of house isn’t it? It’s always the men with power who have these fucked up fantasies.

“You figured it out already? You’re pretty smart… I was hoping you’d play dumb a little longer.” He sighs and his bruising grip on your face loosens. “That’s alright, soon enough you’ll be too dumb to understand anything.”

His hand drops form your face and down to your chest. Pulling at the t-shirt that they must have put on you. You ball your left hand up into a tight fist and throw the hardest punch you can muster into the side of his head. But your punch never lands, he grips your fist tightly, and you begin panicking, not wanting to repeat last night.

Hawks furrows his brows and presses your hand into the bed, “I’m going to do you a favor, and keep this hand in tact. I won’t be so kind next time.”

He lifts the pressure off of your hand and sits back on his heels. He shakes his head and another sickening smile stretches on his face, “You’re probably hungry huh? I’ll go make you some breakfast.” He jumps up from the bed and as he leaves he calls out, “Call me Keigo by the way!”

Psychopath. This man is an actual psychopath.

Two more days passed before anything eventful happened. You spent the days laying in bed, eating when given a meal, enduring small talk when he began to threaten you, and sleeping with no dreams at all.

According to the small clock on the nightstand it’s 1:03am. The front door opens and shuts quietly, as if not trying to disturb anyone. There’s some shuffling from the entrance, to the kitchen, and then to your door. You shut your eyes and listen closely as the door to your room opens.

Footsteps approach your bed, but Hawks has heavier footsteps so it can’t be him. You feel your bed sink besides you and a hand begins to pet your hair. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been home princess. I’ve been working on some hard cases lately.”

This voice is deep but so kind and gentle. You open your eyes and see a lanky but tall man with deep sunken eyes looking back at you. “Who are you?”

He chuckles and rests his hand on the side of your face, “I know I look different right now, but you’re smart.”

You analyze him closely and keep finding yourself looking at his eyes. They’re so blue, a deep beautiful blue. “All Might?” You ask, but this time you don’t feel terror gripping your body.

“See? I told you that you’re smart. Oh my smart little princess, how have you been?” He lifts your from your spot as if you weight nothing and sets you down on his lap, cradling you as if you’re a child.

“Oh uh… my body hurts.” You mutter. Still on guard, but knowing that fighting him will help nothing if it really is All Might.

He smiled weekly and places a kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry darling. I had to make sure you would be good and come home with us.”

Come home with us? Your theory of this being them playing house is confirmed. You shake your head and place your battered hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. “All Might can I as-“

“My name is Toshinori, call me Toshi.” He interrupts, still smiling.

“Ah, okay Toshi…” you take a deep breath, “Why did you bring me here? How did you bring me here?”

He nods and pulls you back to his chest, preventing you from pushing back, “Of course Princess.”

He repositions do that he’s laying down and you’re resting on his chest, his arms holding you to him tightly but not painfully.

“Never had I ever seen any crimes committed so gracefully. It’s as if someone could teleport into these high security building or you could appear from the shadows. That’s why I gave you that nickname.” He hums and one of his hands lowers to you waist, gripping it roughly but still not painfully. “I couldn’t even find you on CCTV. So I studied your crimes and while I was in the middle of it, someone approached me. He told me that he had also been searching for you, and he was going to go crazy if he couldn’t apprehend the shadow. I’ve never seen him so riled up about something work related. And never in a million years did I expect him to come to me for help.”

He massaged circles into your waist and his other hands plays with your hair. “For months we studied you and your varying patterns. And after finally applying the pattern to the right crime, you fell right into our trap. That entire building was lined wall to wall with cameras. Not only that, Keigo was there.”

For months they had tailed you and you had no idea? I’m the many years you’ve been in this line of work, no one has ever even gotten a sniff of you before. “He took photos as you set that mutant monster free. The one that has murdered more than two thousand people. He had been waiting in the only air vent on top, with his phone camera recording, and eyes watching.”

To know that he had been there, in arms reach, terrifies you.

“It took us so long to figured out where you lived. Because after you did your job, it’s as if you turned into thin air. Keigo said you left the room, and then you were no where to be found. But of course we already knew where you lived by then. One of your exes had loose lips after we cut off his ears.” He chuckles, “Oh man he sure did sing.”

They both must be completely insane. Is it the pressure of being a hero? Or something they were born with? Regardless, these men are completely insane.

“After we finally got our first glimpse of you, we both fell in love. Though to say we already hadn’t fallen in love by the true beauty of your work would be a lie.” He moves his hand from your hair to your cheek, caressing it gently once again, “We’re just so happy you’re finally ours.”

Over time they became more and more affections with only Toshinori to tell Keigo when he’s gone too far. Over time you’ve slowly been fighting this reality that crushes you, yelling at you to just obey. Over time, you have not regained any feeling in your fingers. You have not bothered to use your quirk because the idea of looking at your fingers nauseates you. You don’t even look when they change the bandages.

While the days now seem to be routine, this one would change that monotony. You drag yourself from bed, and into the shower, as you do each and every morning. You brush your teeth and your hair and get dressed. Keigo and Toshinori bought you some makeup since they noticed you always wore it during your missions. Sometimes you wear it and sometimes you don’t. Today you just put mascara and gloss on.

You walk back to your bedroom and stop when in the doorway when you see your bed. The pillows have been rearranged and seemingly multiplied, arranged messily into something resembling a nest. What are they up to this time? They’ve given you multiple presents and surprised to try and cheer you up so this must be one of them.

You walk into the kitchen and Toshinori is standing in a t shirt and sweat pants and a pink frilly apron. He’s cooking something that smells delicious and before sitting down at the island you glance at the front door. You had tried to escape… once. For miles all that surrounds you is forest. No sign of civilization anywhere, and you always seem to end up back at the house. Neither of the heroes even chased you out, they just waited at the door until you tired yourself out and came inside. They forced you to bathe and then cuddled with you on the couch, watching Netflix.

You sit down on the stool and take a sip of the hot coffee and Toshinori had prepared. “Goodmorning Princess, how’d you sleep? Any nightmares?”

Now that you think about it, you haven’t had a single nightmare since you moved in. How would he know about that? It doesn’t matter. They already know you better than you know yourself. “No nightmares… I’m just hungry.”

The sound of wings flapping makes me turn my attention to one of the other bedrooms where Hawks comes out bleary eyes in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He enters the kitchen and places a kiss on my forehead before sitting down.

Toshinori scoffs and pours him a cup of coffee. “Could you at least put on some pants?”

Hawks shakes his head, “Nope! You scared our wife is gonna like me more?”

Toshinori pauses but continues plating some omeletes, scones, and assorted fruits. “Not at all, no one wants to see your eggs popping out of your boxers is all.”

Keigo looks down and his face flushes red and he quickly readjusts. “Ah shut up already. I’m hungry.”

You all eat together on the couch and watch some Sunday morning cartoons, their attempt at a regular family weekend.

Out of nowhere your head begins to pound, and you curl over gripping it while moaning. Unbeknownst to you, the two men share a look before tending to you.

Toshinori rubs your back soothingly, “What’s wrong princess?”

Keigo grabs one of your hands in his and kisses the back of it, “Does your head hurt birdy?”

Toshinori nods, “It must be, go get the medicine from the bathroom.”

You groan and Toshinori picks you up and takes you to your bedroom, laying you down gently on the plush bed. Somehow the bed is more comfortable with all of these pillows, you thought it would be lumpy.

Keigo comes in and sits you up a little bit and signals you to open your mouth. You do as your told and he places two pills on your tongue. He helps you wash it down with a glass of water from your nightstand. “Alright birdy why don’t you rest for a bit.”

“If you need anything just call for us okay?” You can barely cling onto his words before passing out without even being able to put up a struggle.

Your whole body aches. It’s as if you’re burning up and your sweat drenches your body. It’s as if there’s fire stemming from your stomach, it’s unbearable. You sit up, ignoring everything in your body begging you to lay down again. You shuffle your legs and there’s a loud wet sound. Looking down you realize not only are you covered in sweat but whatever this slick was that’s pouring from your panties.

It’s the middle of the night now, you slept all day. You turn your head to the door which is slightly ajar, and even darker in the hallway. You would think living with two heroes would provide you with a sense of security especially at night. But it’s nothing like that.

You climb over the pillow mountain and stand up, legs shaking and body trembling. The sweat doesn’t let up, still pouring from your skin. You step out of the room and can hear rain pounding on the roof, followed by the sound of booming thunder. Finally after trailing your hand across the wall you find the thermostat, hoping to turn it down. It’s already at 65… why are you so damn hot?

You struggle towards the bathroom and lean on the sink for support. You open up the medicine cabinet and look through it for some fever reducing medicine. Advil… vitamin C… Heat inducer? You pull the bottle from the cabinet and examine the label.

Heat Inducer for animal morphs

Not made for consumption of beings that are more than 60% human

One drop under the tongue to induce heat for breeding sessions

Had they given you a heat inducer? You’re nowhere close to an animal morph, there’s no telling what it could do to you. You keep looking through the cabinet, desperate for anything to relieve this pain. All you find is a bottle of sleeping tranquilizer pills, making you realize this situation was even more dangerous than you thought.

“Oh Birdy, you should be in bed resting. Unless you’re ready?” He asks with a grin on his face.

“You’re a fucking psychopath.” You spit.

He chortles and shakes his head, “Oh darling, wasn’t that obvious?” He closes the gap with one step and grabs you by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.

He marches back towards your bedroom but not before making a stop. He knocks on the door it Toshinori’s bedroom and calls out teasingly, “Our little birdy is ready!”

Fuck, you need to get out of this situation fast. You begin unwrapping your numb fingers frantically but squeal when you feel a sharp slap against your pussy.

“You’re so wet birdy! I can’t wait to fill you up.” He picks up his pace and you hurry on unwrapping your fingers. Finally you manage to get it off when you’re thrown across the room and onto the bed.

As Keigo approaches you you grab your finger and thumb with your other hand press then together. Nothing happens. You begin slamming them together, surely rebreaking the bones but you can’t help it as you feel your only hope slip away.

Keigo hovers over you and presses his lips against your ear, “He destroyed all the nerves connecting your fingers to your hand… you’ll never have a quirk again.”

Your body freezes and heart skips a beat. What? This was their plan all along? To strip you of the one thing that gave you power in this world? Every day you realize something worse and worse about them.

Keigo presses his hand flat against your pussy and you scramble to grab it and pry it off. He doesn’t budge, his finger rubbing slowly against your clit, relieving your pain momentarily.

You know the effects of heat, it overwhelms your body until the only thing to take away the feeling happens, sex, and being knotted. You arent going to let this drug take over all of your inhibitions.

You reach one hand up to the back of his head and throw your head forward, head butting him and leaving you with blood dripping down your face. You’re dizzy but still able to gather yourself. Keigo is laying on his side, rubbing his head and groaning.

With perfect timing someone else enters the room. A man you’ve seen every day but something has changed. The lanky man approaches you, and without a word he wraps a hand around your neck and press you back down into the bed. With his other hand he slaps your hard and you even feel your consciousness waver.

He grite his teeth and places a finger under the strap of your panties. “Is that any way to treat your husbands?”

In one fluid motion he rips off your panties and pulls your legs on his shoulders, burying his face in your warmth. Your hands shoot down to his head, gripping his hair, pulling at it and begging.

His long tongue prods at your hole and you buck your hips despite holding back. His tongue trails up to your clit and begins pushing it around with the slick he gathered from your hole. It’s like this burning sensation increases where he touches but soothes every pain in your body.

Two fingers punch your nipples and you squeak, bringing one hand to your mouth to stop your moans. Keigo looks bored as he pinches and pulls at your nipple, “Toshi’, I wanna fuck her already.”

Toshinori lifts his head momentarily, “All right all right, let me just prep her a little okay.”

Before you have time to process their words Toshinori’s tongue is back to torturing your clit. Two long slender finger begins prodding at your hole and you squeal out, “No! Don’t!”

Keigo laughs, “We all know that’s not what you really mean.” He leans down and his mouth latches onto one of your nipples sucking and leaving you shivering. You’ve never felt a pleasure like this before.

The two fingers you had almost forgotten about thrust inside of you without warning, scissoring and poking at your walls. Your hand can’t contain your moan and it echoes throughout the room. He continues fucking you with his fingers and licking and nipping at your clit. That mixed with the sensation of your sore nipples being played with you can’t contain yourself. Your back arches off of the bed and you let out a loud, high pitched moan.

Despite your obvious orgasm, the men don’t let up, in fact they get hungrier. Toshinori pushes Keigo off of you and flips you over with your ass in the air.

“Hey! It’s my turn! I didn’t get to taste her yet!” Keigo barks at Toshinori.

“Fine, but don’t… fuck her yet okay?” The lanky man begrudgingly agrees.

Keigo takes Toshinori’s position and you don’t have time to move with their speed. Keigo lowers his head and stretches his tongue to lick your clit from behind. Your fists grip the sheets and you bury your face in a pillow to hide the lewd sounds you’re making.

His tongue trails up and pokes at your hole, but it doesn’t stop there. It keeps going up until it makes contact with your asshole. You buck forward but two firm hands on your shoulders stop you. You look up see Toshinori on his knees in front of you, “Why don’t you suck on something to help ease the pain?”

You’re not given much of an option, Toshinori pulls out his dick and you find yourself fearful again. This time at the sheer length of his dick, “Don’t worry, just suck the tip okay?”

He presses the tip of his dick in your mouth forcefully and at the same time Keigo presses a finger into your tight add hole and another in your needy pussy.

You try to cry out but the vibrations excite Toshinori more, pressing his dick a little further into your mouth. The taste isn’t great but for some reason right now it addictive, you lick the underside of his shaft and he shivers, pressing his dick back until it presses the back of your throat. Normally you would have thrown up on the spot but with this drug in your system it’s like there’s no resistance at all.

Toshinori begins fucking your face violently while holding your head up by a fistful of hair. Behind you Keigo moves both of his fingers to your asshole, thrusting them in and out, stretching you in a new glorious way.

“Toshi finish up. She’s ready.” Keigo calls out from behind you, removing his fingers and slapping your push again.

The slap holes you forward and Toshinori begins pressing your face all the way into his pubes, leaving you unable to breathe. You thrash around but his pounding doesn’t stop and you feel yourself begin to black out.

Toshinori holds your face against his pubes and his dick twitches in your mouth, and you can feel his hot cum sliding down your throat. He pulls you off of him quickly and flips you over so you’re between his legs, head resting on his chest.

“You’re such a good girl for daddy. It’s time for your present.” He kisses the top of your head and your thoughts become hazy.

Keigo sits between your legs and you feel something heavy slap your pussy a few times. Each time you flinch but can’t find it in yourself to move. You glance down and see Toshinori smiling innocently with his hand gripping his thick dick. It’s curved and far longer than any man should be allowed to have. Putting that in someone would break them.

He slides it between your folds and it dawns on you, he’s going to put that thing in you. You jump up and cling to Toshinori, “Please don’t, please! Its- it will break me!”

They both laugh and Toshinori pets your head, “It’ll just be a tight fit at first that’s all.”

You beg Toshinori to not let Keigo impale you but instead he reassures you that you’ll be fine and holds you against his chest so Keigo can fuck you.

“P-please Kei’… Dont.” You whimper.

Keigo smiled and places a hand on your face gently, “Birdy… You’re mine now. You don’t have a choice.”

He thrusts his dick inside of your pussy, not warning you, and not caring that you’re flailing and crying. The stretch from his girth is so painful but he doesn’t even give you time to adjust, just starts fucking you like an animal.

“Keigo be gentle.” Toshinori protests.

Between heavy breaths and not stopping his thrusting he retorts, “You haven’t felt her yet. So stop talking.”

The pain slowly melts into an overwhelming pleasure. Your screams turn into moans of ecstasy and you can feel drool drip from your lips as you bob around on Keigo’s dick like nothing but a tiny doll. Toshinori reached his hand between the two of you and rubs your clit, not needing lube as your slick has gotten everywhere by now. He rubs tantalizingly slow circles, bringing you close to orgasm but ripping it away when he stops suddenly.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Keigo mutters.

Toshinori begins rubbing circles more vigorously on your clit and you begin to spasm, every muscle in your body freaking out. Keigo grips your waist, nails digging into your sides and wings shivering. Your walls tighten and contract around him, forcing the cum out of him.

His cock literally expands inside of you, sending you into another mini orgasm while being completely overly sensitive. Toshinori keeps rubbing circles and with his other hand he tugs at your nipple.

You can feel it forming. The knot. He keeps trying to thrust but as the knot gets bigger he can only manage small ruts. Then it happens, it all releases inside of you, your walls squeezing and sucking the cum from his dick. He groans as his dick goes back to normal size, and your belly expands, showing just how much cum he fucked into you.

He falls backwards and wipes some sweat off of his forehead, “Give me a few minutes Toshi.”

Toshi nods and you assume it’s over. There’s no way they expect your body to handle anything else. But at the same time, the moment he pulled his dick out of you this burning painful feeling returned. Toshinori lifts you carefully and turns you so that you’re facing him.

“Alright princess, I’ll try to be gentle.” He holds your limp body over his dick, slowly sitting you on top of it.

“Too much… too much- Toshi.” You mumble.

“Oh I know princess but you’re being so good!” He coos.

He lowers you on his dick and just the tip stretches you more than Keigo did. He moves slowly but each time you recover from the pain of the last inch, the pain of the next inch creeps in. About half way down his dick he sighs, “This is never going to work, I’m sorry princess.”

Expecting him to lift you off you sigh in relief, but you couldn’t be anymore wrong. He pulls you down forcefully onto the rest of his dick and you find yourself screaming again with a sore throat.

“Hah, and you told me to go easy on her.” Keigo laughs from behind you.

“At least I’m giving her time to get used to it.” Toshinori holds you down on him firmly, your squirming will never get you out of this position.

Gently he lifts you up by two inches, and cruelly he slams you back down. He does it over and over and no words can escape you, only animalistic sounds of ecstasy and desperation.

From behind you Keigo had gathered himself together, dick already painfully hard from seeing his fellow husband fuck the shit out of you. He lined himself up from behind you and takes on the role Toshinori did before.

He begins playing with your clit and sucking on your neck, leaving you with bruises and bloody bite marks. But right now, everything feels like ecstasy, even teeth sinking into your skin. You’re too busy trying not to cum to feel Keigo lining his dick up against your asshole. It’s sopping wet with the slick from your pussy.

He places it perfectly so that when Toshinori brought you back down his length again, you’d have his dick in your ass too. Electrifying pain shoots you your spin and you fall limp against Toshinori’s chest. Neither of them spare you any kindness, thrusting deep inside of you, Toshinori fucking Keigo’s cum even deeper in your pussy.

But just as it happened with the rest of your pain, the pain of having your asshole and pussy stretched at the same time becomes pleasurable. The men bounce you on their dicks in sync, fucking you fast and hard, gripping different parts of your body and leaving you bruised.

You can feel another tidal wave of an orgasm coming over your body and Toshinori grunts out, “Fuck I’m so sorry princess I can’t help myself.”

Before you can interpret his words, there’s a poof sound and a cloud of smoke. Instantly your pussy walls begin to stretch, until you’re sure you’re going to tear in half. It stays stagnant inside of you, his dick now too big to even move if he didn’t want to pull Keigo out of you. You can feel the veins in his dick pulsating and pressing against your walls, a new kind of pleasure that no person should ever be exposed to.

“Fuck Toshi. Warning please! You’re practically crushing my dick!” Keigo yells out.

“Sorry Keigo, I couldn’t help it.” Toshinori says somewhat ashamed.

“Fuck I’m cumming again.” Keigo’s hands falls to your waist and he sits up more so he can thrust you on his dick and Toshinori’s dick.

Your head falls back onto Keigo’s shoulder, unable to catch your breath as your fucked so violently in a way that satisfies you endlessly.

It happens again, the knot starts forming. Toshinori groans as the knot presses against his dick through your walls. His dick stretches inside of you, heating up and releasing.

Suddenly, Toshinori reaches over you and grabs Keigo by his face, “Get the fuck off of her. It’s my turn.”

Hearing the hunger In Toshinori’s voice, Keigo pulls himself from inside of you and stands up to put his sweatpants back on. Toshinori pulls his pulsating length from inside of you, and grabs your by your hair. He throws you down on your stomach but you can’t even sit up before he pushes his hand on the back of your neck and lifts your ass up with his other.

“Try and lift your head and fuck you until you break.” His words scare you, because you know he’s not bluffing.

He lifts his hand from the back of your neck and presses his thumb into the whole of your pussy, managing to hold in the cum. His dick lines up with your asshole and you know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

He presses in the tip, forcing your legs to quiver. It’s one thing to have his dick stretch inside of you, but another to have it penetrate you at this size, he presses it in slowly, ignoring your whimpers until he’s all the way down to the base. It’s instant, his hips snap forward and he begins fucking your asshole, stretching you until you finally notice the bulge in your stomach. You don’t even have to look, you can feel it.

Somehow the idea that you’re being penetrated by this huge man turns you on more. And you start moaning as he claims your ass. It doesn’t take long for his violent thrusts to slow down and his dick to start twitching erratically. His cum is just as hot as before, filling you up even more than he had before. He pulls his dick out of you but still doesn’t give you the chance to rest.

He grabs your ankles and lifts you up by them, “Sorry princess, gotta plug you up and we don’t want to leak anything.”

Your head is so numb that nothing he says registers with you. Keigo walks back into the room with two plugs in hand. Toshinori pulls your legs apart and Keigo pushes the plugs inside of you, earning one last moan from your abused body.

Toshinori sets you down in the bed and pulls your back against him. “Oh you were so good princess. You did so well today.”

Keigo lays down next to the both of you and rests a hand on your hip, “And tomorrow birdy, we’re gonna tie your legs up in the air, and fill you with our seed whenever we feel like it.”

“You don’t have to be so crass.” Toshinori grumbled at Keigo.

Keigo chuckles, “Why? She’s gonna love it. Our beautiful little birdy is going to be pregnant with our child, all nice and chubby with big swollen tits. Doesn’t that sound great?”

You’re drifting to sleep but you can feel Toshinori’s boner forming once again, “Yeah, it will be great.”

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mareenavee · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday WHENEVER :>

Hi everyone. I have a busy day today so I'll tag ya'll instead lol <3

Tagging the amazing and wonderful @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @throughtrialbyfire, @wildhexe, @oblivions-dawn, @archangelsunited, @gilgamish, @dirty-bosmer, @kookaburra1701, @inquisition-dragonborn, @snippetsrus, @saltymaplesyrup, @expended-sleeper, @orfeoarte, @elfinismsarts, @ladytanithia, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @polypolymorph, @tallmatcha, @rainpebble3, @rhiannon1199, @viss-and-pinegar, @late-nite-scholar, @greyborn2, and YOU. Yep. If I've forgotten you, then you're tagged. Feel free to tag me back :>

I have two active WIPS today so you'll get a ~400 word fragment of each <3

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1) Light the Way (yet unpublished) Set in the 3rd Era, (and canon to World's fic universe) our Nerevarine Teldryn Sero has somehow convinced Neloth not to blatantly start a war, and to instead try a different approach to achieve his goals.

Sero’s face twisted through several emotions before it settled back into the familiar frustrated scowl he always wore. “The Empire can go f—”

“ —yes, yes, we know your sentiment. Spare me the histrionics, if you don’t mind,” Neloth interrupted with a flap of his hand, “because we do rather have things to accomplish today if we aren’t simply going to wreak havoc on the Mainland as I’d intended.”

“You know, we will have to discuss that topic again later,” Sero drawled, scratching the back of his neck. “As much as I don’t want to. For now, though, you’re right.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hortator. It’s madness.”

Neloth glanced over at the distracted Nerevarine, caught in the glare from the soul gem. He’d likely win a prize for brooding if such a contest existed. Nobody seemed quite as capable of being so sullen over something as ridiculous as this. Granted, it was a responsibility that came with expectations even Neloth would be remiss to shrug off in favor of this abolitionist nonsense. But, like anything worth having, he’d eventually have little choice but to take the title. Or—Sero being Sero—convince himself he’d already earned it. The utter chivalry of the entire situation got exhausting after a while. What had happened to the slovenly bandit with a chip on his shoulder?

Though, come to think of it, Sero had never really been the type who allowed himself to be pointed in a direction and told to stab. He’d always been too clever for whatever he’d believed about himself all those years before. Not that he’d be caught dead telling the fool that, though.

Neloth shuddered at the implications of admitting any kind of respect for a non-mage, first of all, and an otherwise nameless urchin besides. Imagine. The Council would be in hysterics, and the ruse would be dropped, and every ounce of power he’d clawed to himself would evaporate in the blink of an eye. No. Securing a seat on the Grand Council was imperative if he wanted to keep his status. One did not simply earn a seat the same as anywhere else. Connections—or honestly, more like assassinations and lies. No. There had to be concrete proof of concept. What, exactly, could one do as a Grand Councilor that would advance the House’s position as a whole?

Destroy another house—especially one intent on encroaching on one’s own—by any means necessary.

2) The World on Our Shoulders, Chapter 31 The Embassy Arc begins and Athis is reeling from his encounter with someone some of you may find a bit...familiar :>

“You have no chance here,” the Altmer said. Athis paused and glanced at the man, eyebrow furrowed. His tone was matter of fact, like this was Gods-given truth. “They will find you and you’ll be no better off than I am.”

“We have a werewolf on our side, actually,” Athis said dryly as he scraped at the lock with his knife. “They’re welcome to try.”

“You are in over your head, Athis,” the Altmer said. Athis froze. For a second, he felt his heart all but stop. He exhaled through his nose. The man had to have heard Avulstein bellowing orders like he was leading the charge. That was the only explanation. The Altmer laughed, a mirthless thing. “Yes, just as I thought. I know who you are. We’ve known for a while now. Tell me, have you any idea where Nyenna ended up?” Athis slowly backed away, dropping the hunter’s knife in favor of his sword. The Altmer grinned crookedly and let out a low chuckle. “Because I do.”

Who was this?

“I’ll leave you here,” Athis warned, anger or bile rising in his throat, “and when Farkas is done here, there’ll be nobody left and you’ll rot alone in the darkness.”

“You wouldn’t, despite wiser advice,” the Altmer said, picking a thread off of his roughspun tunic. “That’s not who you are, from what’s been observed.” His voice had taken on a matter-of-fact tone. He was right, but Athis was still reeling.

“What do you know of Nyenna?” he asked after a moment, voice wavering. He swallowed hard. He had so many other questions, but the mention of her in a place like this… He had to know.

The Altmer seemed to ponder the question for a moment. “She’s on Solstheim. In a bit of a bad way, the last I’d heard, but the Telvanni are working on resolving the problem.”

“You’re lying.” Athis felt a knot form in his gut. A bad way? He knew then that listening to Aela’s advice had been a horrible mistake. That, or he’d fallen into some kind of trap.

“Believe whatever you want,” the Altmer said, gazing at his nails, caked as they were with dirt. He picked at them absently. “Regardless, it's as I said." He paused, listening intently as crashing sounded from somewhere on the upper levels of the keep. “The issue of Nyenna aside, you’ll never understand the gravity of what you’ve done here today. This will follow you. You’ve played right into their hands.”

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 8 months ago

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WIP curiosity question: I would like to know more about JC's no good very bad day!

Okay so! 'JC's no good very bad day' is a SangCheng fic that's kind of part of the Orville Peck Cinematic Universe! The next summer after the main installments, Nie Huaisang goes back to Montana, and this time he decides to bring Jiang Cheng with him to try to cheer him up even though NHS doesn't quite know what's been upsetting JC lately. (The answer is that JC is feeling left behind and abandoned by the people he loves most [including NHS] and feels very much like he's stuck in a rut running the family company on his own, so a bonding trip with NHS sounds like a nice way to spend the summer.) Of course it's not that easy and they've got some shit to figure out between them considering JC is ace and NHS very much is not and that causes some major communication bobbles, but of course they'll get there in the end 😌 Here's a snippet!

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They don’t have dinner nearly as often as Huaisang would like to during the spring, but it really can’t be helped. He always puts his head down and actually works in the spring, getting new textiles and designs ready and ensuring everything in his atelier will run smoothly while he visits Montana for the summer, as he has every year since Mingjue left. Jiang Cheng is infinitely patient with him in this respect, waiting for Huaisang to have a free evening to get together and putting aside anything he might have planned for himself at the drop of a hat if Huaisang texts him.

He’s really just…so good. Their routine is dependable in a way so many things in Huaisang’s life aren’t, which makes it all the more surprising the day Jiang Cheng breaks routine and texts him a simple request: Drinks tonight?, and the address of a bar that serves nice cocktails that he knows Huaisang likes.

Huaisang dithers over answering for long enough that a second message comes through, another curt one: If you can’t, it’s fine.

His thumbs hover over the keyboard for another long moment, his mind crowded with a river of apologies he should definitely make; he’s meant to work late tonight on a photo shoot that’s already been pushed back once, and Jiang Cheng is always so good about forgiving him when work gets in the way of hanging out…

He hardly ever asks to see him when he knows Huaisang is so busy, so it must be important, but he’d already said it’s fine if Huaisang misses—

Ahhhh A-Cheng I can’t tonight I’m so sorry 😭😭😭 can I have a rain check???

Huaisang sends it before he can overthink it, bottom lip caught under his teeth as he watches the read receipt light up, and the typing bubble bloop up right after —

Yeah, of course. Whenever you’re free.

Huaisang exhales a sigh of relief and sends back so many heart emojis they bump down to the next line as well, and he can just picture Jiang Cheng rolling his eyes (affectionately!) as he goes back to whatever it is he was already doing. Huaisang smiles to himself and gets back to work, reassured. Jiang Cheng really is just so good; the best, actually, and it’s ridiculous that he doesn’t even believe it.

-/-

Jiang Cheng goes alone to Huaisang’s favorite bar this side of town and scrolls through his own brother’s engagement announcement on fucking Instagram of all places, and drinks until it stops stinging that the post, made at 11:37 that morning, is the first he’s heard of it.

#the untamed fanfic #sangcheng #wip #wip ask game #opcu #there are probably going to be a couple of sangcheng fics set during this 2nd summer but they're going to be inspired by different music #so there's the 3zun orville peck universe and then this Sangcheng arc is like. parallel to it? While also within it??#I don't know how to describe it 😅#but either way it's basically an excuse for me to dump all my hurt ace feelings into a fic and make JC deal with them lol

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Satisfied and Satisfactory: Runners-up! ~

Our runners-up this week are @just--a--penguin, @little-red-rabbit, and @snugz!

@just--a--penguin — Kiora’s Daring

Minor Aftermath spoilers, I guess, but it doesn’t super matter. Unless we aren’t talking about that. First order of business is that this card’s super well balanced and a great rare to throw down. On turn four, your previous creatures can perchance get some evasive action in, especially if you have an awesome seafarer like a Welkin Tern or even a little trampler. The ramp is awesome and the draw is awesome. Turn eight, if you’ve got all your drops, you can just put this down and basically get a free 8/8 for four mana but with the time investment already put in. Not gonna lie: as crazy as that it, I really like how you balanced that!

The first big edit is the trigger wording. “At the beginning of combat on your turn, choose target creature you control. Until end of turn, it gains...” should be the proper wording, IMO, because you want the end of the quoted ability to have a period. That’s the precedent for all other abilities worded like this, although none quite as specific as this one for precedent, unfortunately. The second small non-edit is just that this card’s good for its mechanics and I do want to play it. I guess I’m just not excited for the flavor portion? I don’t have to be for this to be a good card, and don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a 100% flavor-only contest. Maybe I just don’t get Kiora as a character. Still, this feels like a card where the mechanics matter more, and I do like them enough for it to be here.

@little-red-rabbit — Desire

And here we are, Incarnation 2: Revengeance! I’ll be honest: this card might be a runner-up, but it’s the one I feel with the absolute most daring mechanics. “It comes under your control tapped and attacking.” That’s so cool! And I just had to check the comprehensive rules about it... Darn it. Okay, so, I really thought this was going to work, and unless there’s a comprehensive rules change, 506.4 says that a creature is removed from combat if its controller changes. Does that affect this card? Prrrrrobably. Possibly. I honestly don’t know because there’s never been precedent quite like this before. So you know what, I’m going to change my suggestions and say instead that this card is ambitious enough for a potential comprehensive rules change if an effect like this got printed!

Wow. This rarely happens, and it’s super cool. Thanks for making me delve a little into rules effects! So: how would we make this work with the CompRules as it stands? Perhaps make it a tap ability, a beginning of combat trigger, or even a pie-bending exile-return effect? There are a few ways to go about it. Fading is an interesting choice, but it makes sense here. I don’t know if we’ll see fading again in Standard, but as a resource, I would check out Mark Rosewater’s “Storm Scale” articles. I’m not sure where Fading stands, heh.

Just for polish, here are a couple minor edits:

You gave this card fading 2, but put “3” in the reminder text. Whoops! Things get switched in editing, fair enough.

I believe this should be “Whenever Desire attacks,” not “when,” since it can happen repeatedly.

Flavor text is decent! I think you can take away the quotes, take out the “c” in “satisfied,” and switch “it’s” to “its.” Spelling aside, it reads really well, actually.

@snugz — Mourning Mage

And here we are back to the grimdark. Well, ish! What I really like about the flavor angle here is the fact that the flavor text emphasizes how this character is channeling their mourning, how we embark upon our passions, not necessarily through logic, but through the energy of grief. Which is...pretty messed up, actually. I like it. The quote should probably be in quotation marks, being a quote. Really neat overall, though, and I guess they found a cure based on that activated ability!

Mechanics-wise, yeah, this card’s rad as hell. I think that having kicker and investigate as two potentially major themes (or at least two themes with some overlap) is asking a bit, unless you want to imply that investigation is minor, as it was in something like the most recent Innistrad block. Great wording on that first ability, BTW; DMU’s pseudomultikicker was really fun and I’m curious about how it would come back here. Backwards compatibility is important. Regardless, clue generation can come about in a few ways, and as a rare midrangey kind of card, I like it a lot! You’ve got a build-around-me rare that someone’s probably gonna have fun with and a flavored ambition to top it off. Still asking a lot of implications, but I’m sure it would play fine.

I'm writing this early enough to need food before doing more commentary, but it's being written! See y'all soon.

@abelzumi

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #runners up #commentary #wanting flavor contest #inventor's fair

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Use Shelves If Possible

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Storing your items safely and efficiently often means choosing the right storage option. That is to say, professional storage solutions in St. George, Utah, offer several benefits over doing it yourself. So, let’s explore these advantages and see what extra services you can expect from these professionals.

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Professional storage places have strong security like round-the-clock cameras, secure gates, and alarm systems. Therefore, choosing a professional storage solution in St. George, Utah, means your items are guarded by top-notch security measures.

Controlled Climate

Certain items like electronics or wooden furniture need stable temperatures. Therefore, professional storage units maintain controlled climates to prevent damage from heat or moisture, unlike typical home storage like basements or attics.

Efficient Use of Space

These facilities offer various unit sizes, allowing you to choose and pay only for the space you need. In other words, the design of these units also makes it easy to store items big and small, giving you flexible storage options.

Additional Services: Moving and Packing Assistance

Packing Help

Some storage companies help you pack your items. That is to say, this is great if you’re busy or unsure how to protect delicate items properly. Also, they handle everything, ensuring your belongings are safely packed for storage.

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Getting your items to and from the storage can be tough, especially large or heavy items. Professional storage services might include transporting your belongings, which is very helpful if you don’t have a way to move them yourself.

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For those storing many items or for business needs, some services include managing your inventory. So, they keep a detailed list of your stored items, making it easy to find and access them whenever needed. This service adds convenience that DIY storage cannot match.

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FABULA MISSION 007

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER ( PART 1 OUT OF 1 ) SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise. for reference as to whether your muse is eligible for this event, please click over HERE.

on APRIL 3, PARK EUNSOOK gathered all of the girls together as she hands them the files for their upcoming schedules. while they aren’t as busy as the other groups, they still have a lot of filming and preparation to do before their comeback next month especially after the loss of one member.

FANSITE & BIRTHDAY

starting MAY, JIAE will be eligible to do OPEN EVENT 006 ( FANSITES ) and OPEN EVENT 007 ( BIRTHDAYS ). details about that can be found in their respective posts.

BULLET INQUIRY ( PART 2 )

“this is going to be a relatively short meeting, but one that is of importance to all of you.” EUNSOOK began the meeting before looking at her files to see the first topic, which is pertaining BULLET INQUIRY. “since MINJI and HAYOUNG are featured in BULLET INQUIRY, the staff thought it would be a good idea to promote the show a bit. so for you two, you will be given a chance to watch the first-two episodes and give your reaction. the video will more or less promote both the drama and fabula, so feel free to give input and thoughts about what you think might happen in the drama.”

MINJI and HAYOUNG will be filming a two reaction videos ( one for episode 1 and the other for episode 2 ) and this will be posted on FABULA’s youtube channel. they will be watching and reacting to the episodes before it officially airs ( the reaction videos will be posted on APRIL 17 and 20 ). the girls will be doing the reactions together, but on the actual videos they will compile the best parts of the reaction and put it into two videos.

it is important to note that while there is a farewell party and vacation for the BULLET INQUIRY cast, unfortunately the two of them will not be able to attend those events due to their busy promotion schedules. furthermore, since ARIN has been dropped from the roleplay, she will still have her appearances on the drama but the announcement of her leaving the group will not be made until it’s closer to their comeback. the FABULA members are asked to not disclose such details until the company has publicly announced it ( and there will be no staff article about this on lgcmedia, it’s more for ic knowledge ).

‘BANANA DIVISION’ AUDITION

“i’ve been told by a fellow co-worker that there is going to be another acting project in the works. since some of the people in lgc agency will be busy in the next few months, they’ve suggested to me to extend this invitation to all of you. i’ve written some information about this audition for each of you in your files so you can review it whenever you have time.

for this audition, each of the FABULA members will each schedule an appointment with the staff member for the show ( if they agree to do this ). a few days before the audition, each individual is asked to brainstorm and create a character for a slice of life and workplace comedy show ( which will then be used for the actual audition ). once they arrive at the audition, there will be three people ( director, casting director, writer ). the CASTING DIRECTOR will be asking the individual to tell them in about ten minutes everything regarding the character the person has compiled thus far.

by the end of the ten minutes, the DIRECTOR will then give the person one of the scenes mentioned below and the person must react to it by acting out the scene through their character’s lenses.

#1: your team is assigned to create a new packaging design for a banana box that is about to be released in the upcoming months. today is the day that you’re asked to present the design to the committee but the problem is that your teammate accidentally lost/deleted the file that would be used for your presentation to show the new design. how will your character deal with presenting the idea without any references or information at hand?

#2: your boss is on vacation for a week and you and a fellow co-worker are assigned to take care of some of their work while they’re gone. a few days in, you notice that the co-worker has been slacking on their work thinking that it would be fine to procrastinate on their tasks or that you could finish up the rest of their work instead. would you confront your co-worker and if so, how would you do it?

#3: as a team building activity, your boss and team decides to do some volunteer work and plant some bananas. while planting the bananas, you hear some gossip from the other employees about your boss and their wealthy status. do you listen in to the conversation or remind them to focus on the assigned task?

( IMPORTANT NOTE: as a reminder, while the scenarios mentioned above can be viewed more as serious real life situations, this is for a slice of life and workplace comedy show, so comedy is key here! also, you [ as the mun ] can choose which scenario is given to them, but ic wise the individual will have no idea about it beforehand. )

information regarding the possible roles that you could audition for along with the requirements will be with the CASTING CALL 013 ( ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ) post. for EUNHYE, HAYOUNG, MINJI, and YEJIN they can only audition for the GUEST ROLE ( if they meet the requirements ) while JIAE can audition for the SUPPORTING or GUEST role. depending on the success of the show, if the muse has time in their schedules, and completion of the requirements, they may make another appearance in the future season.

DREAM CONCERT

“FABULA has been invited to be one of the attendees for the dream concert. at the moment, there hasn’t been that many details disclosed so far but i’ve been told that this will be hosted in BUSAN. you will be joining another fellow lgc group, V&A. there will be several other artists attending too as well, so it’s quite a special event.” EUNSOOK smiled at the girls, feeling excited that they would get a chance to be in one of the biggest yearly concerts in korea.

details about this will be revealed later this month, so keep an eye on that!

YOUTUBE LIVESTREAMS

during the comeback season, the FABULA members will be split into pairs ( or solo ) and host a livestream to interact with the fans! listed below is the arrangement and what date they will be doing their livestream:

JUNG JIAE & LEE MINJI: MAY 17

MOON HAYOUNG & OH EUNHYE: MAY 25

LEE YEJIN: MAY 31

the livestreams will most likely start after all of the girls are done with their schedules for the day and happen inside their dorm rooms. the videos will last around 30-45 minutes, depending if they have any schedules the following day.

NEW MANAGER

the loud knock echoed throughout the room at an unexpected time, which caused EUNSOOK to interrupt the meeting. “hold on…” EUNSOOK walked towards the door and as she opened it, she spotted another woman who was then revealed to be another manager to add to the team. “this is SHIM JOOHEE, she’ll be joining us as another manager. as the legacy groups expand and become more popular, the company has been slowly bringing in additional managers to help the groups. in this case, they brought JOOHEE to the team because she’ll be a manager for a specific person…” both EUNSOOK and JOOHEE’s eyes slowly turn towards EUNHYE.

JOOHEE smiled at the idol before revealing, “yes, i will be taking care of EUNHYE in the meantime. EUNSOOK and i were reviewing your schedule and believed that there would need to be an additional manager to help take care of your schedules, especially the radio shows…” she let out an airy chuckle, turning towards EUNSOOK who mostly stayed up late thanks to the leader’s radio show schedules.

“and that’s it for all of the news. now all of you should get back to what you were doing before.” EUNSOOK placed her hands on her hips as she watched each of the FABULA members leave one by one. when it was only EUNSOOK and JOOHEE left, JOOHEE handed EUNSOOK a small bag containing a handful of yogurt flavored gummy candies. “you-know-who told me to give that to you and say, ‘don’t overwork yourself. see you soon’. i guess you-know-who didn’t want to be teased by the others, especially by legacy’s tweedledee and tweedledum.” EUNSOOK laughed at the nickname the managers had for KYUHWAN and KYUWON before taking the bag. she responded as the two of them were about to leave the room, “thank you. i’ll send a message to you-know-who later.”

SCHEDULES

if you want a comprehensive list of all of the gigs that the group will be participating in during Q2 2023, you can refer to the Q2 2023 SCHEDULES post, which will be posted at a later time.

WRITING REQUIREMENTS

this will be split into two parts. to give the admin team enough time to work on banana division, you would need to do the following:

BANANA DIVISION AUDITION (CHARACTER): write a 300+ word headcanon post where you describe the character that your muse would have proposed to the judges. the post MUST include the following questions/topics: name, personality, backstory, quirks, interests, how do they react under stress/pressure, and education background ( this doesn’t have to be detailed, but more so if they have a degree and if so, for what area of interest ). completing this will earn you +5 ACTING and +5 VARIETY !

BANANA DIVISION AUDITION (IMAGINARY SCENARIO): write a 300+ word solo regarding the audition. in the solo, it MUST include how the actor’s character reacts to one of the scenarios mentioned above ( and please add which scenario you picked ). completing this will earn you +8 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +4 NOTORIETY !

make sure you tag the above posts with the hashtag lgc:castingcall013. you have until MAY 13, 2023 at 11:59PM EDT to complete the banana division requirements and validate your points. please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog.

MUSE NAME ∙ CASTING CALL 013 - BANANA DIVISION AUDITION (CHARACTER): +5 acting, +5 variety [ LINK ] – BANANA DIVISION AUDITION (IMAGINARY SCENARIO): +8 ( skill points distribution ), +4 notoriety [ LINK ] - AUDITIONED FOR: [ main / lead / support / guest ]

and here are the remaining tasks for this mission:

BULLET INQUIRY REACTION: write a 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) with the other ( MINJI/HAYOUNG ) reacting to the first two episodes of bullet inquiry for +6 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +4 NOTORIETY ! ** only for MINJI and HAYOUNG **

COMEBACK PROMOTIONS: write a 300+ word solo or a 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) thread with another FABULA member regarding anything that they will be doing during q2 ( ex. dream concert, rehearsals and live performances for antifragile, fansigns, etc ). this task cannot overlap with the other ones mentioned above ( as in you cannot use the bullet inquiry reaction video for this ). the thread/solo has to be different. completing this task will earn you +8 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +4 NOTORIETY ! ** can be completed up to two times **

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:bulletinquiry for the reaction videos and lgc:fabulamission for the task. you have until JUNE 17, 2023 at 11:59PM EDT to complete the requirements and validate your points. please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog.

MUSE NAME ∙ FABULA MISSION 007 - BULLET INQUIRY REACTION: +6 ( skill points distribution ), +4 notoriety [ LINK ] ** only for MINJI and HAYOUNG ** - COMEBACK PROMOTIONS: +8 ( skill points distribution ), +4 notoriety [ LINK ] ** can be completed up to two times **

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