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batsplat · 8 months ago

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Wait what’s the tea on Valentino’s sleep patterns 👀👀 (fellow insomniac / recent motogp fan always looking for more representation)

oh yeah, if you're looking for representation for poor sleeping habits you've very much come to the right place. his sleep patterns are pretty remarkable you have to say. way too nocturnal for a professional athlete, reliant on naps to get through the race weekend, all power to him for somehow making that work and winning all those titles. pretty sure I've read somewhere that he's still known for doing sim races at ungodly hours these days, just how he lives his life

tbh I can't remember off the top of my head where I'd actually read about his sleeping patterns, but I've cobbled together a decent selection of quotes from the usual sources. the most interesting stuff he's said on the topic is in his autobiography - where he goes into rather a lot of detail about his preference for the night. given that it's quite a lengthy passage, I've chucked it under the cut. he frames his nocturnal inclination as not only suiting his natural body clock better, but also as a way of escaping the rest of the world - of being able to move around in peace and silence and anonymity. plus, he liked to spend his nights in the garage to... *pinches bridge of nose* have some special personal time with his bike, when it was just the two of them. take that as you will

before that, let's just start with a few more general descriptions of his sleeping patterns. from early in his career, jerez 1998 (from oxley's vr files):

The camper only holds two people, but that's okay. I don't like my dad to sleep with me, because when it gets to ten o'clock he starts saying: "Vale, Vale, got to bed!", but I can't go to sleep before one or two. We did share a motorhome in '96 and it made life very, very difficult for me.

and about brno 1999 (from oxley's vr files):

On weekends when I'm not racing, I never go to bed before six or seven on Sunday morning. If it's a party, maybe even later, but going to bed at six in the morning is quite normal for me! Even when I was 14 I used to go to bed at 4am. Quite often I'd be riding around the local minimoto tracks until after midnight! If I go to sleep at 11 or 12 I just lie there, my eyes wide open. Maybe I would be good for 24-hour racing!

and then a few years into his premier class career, valentino says the following (x):

'I have a lot of energy after 2am,' Rossi agreed. 'I like to sleep in the morning. I have some problems at the start of the day.'

we've also got a description of crew chief jb's influence in terms of making sure valentino wasn't slacking off by sleeping in (from oxley's vr files):

Burgess' talents aren't restricted to getting the best out of a 500. The Aussie has been in GPs for decades and knows how to extract the best from riders as well. He expects 100 per cent commitment both on the track and in the pits, and when he doesn't get that, he gives 'em hell. Some other crew chiefs won't do that - they're too overawed by their riders' superstardom. JB laid down the law last summer when late-sleeper Rossi turned up late for practice. Rossi suggested that in future one of the crew should be despatched to his motorhome each morning to make sure he was out of bed. No way, said Burgess, I'll be there to give you your wake-up call. Rossi's not overslept since.

and from 2001, in valentino's own words:

Q: Tell us about your sleeping habits, JB has had to wake you a few times for practice... VR: I never go to bed before 1 o'clock, and there's no limit on when I go to bed, but even when I go to sleep very late I always wake up at 8.30, though when I do wake up I always have a big confusion for the first five minutes, then after that I remember: "Oh fuck, I'm at world grand prix!" So I have a shower and then I'm okay. I never get up too close to riding time because the 500 is a dangerous bike so it's necessary to be awake when you climb aboard. Back in the afternoon after practice at four or five o'clock I'll sleep for another hour.

only semi-related but valentino's also talked about... you know, this generational shift - where the sport has become more professionalised, which is reflected in certain lifestyle changes (from barker's rossi biography):

"The next generation is always stronger. They are more professional, they put more effort in, they make a perfect life, they eat in a good way, they don't drink, they go to sleep early, they train every day from the morning to the night... I come from an era where the riders drank beer and smoked cigarettes!"

also plenty of talk of jet lag obviously... doesn't struggle with it too much headed westwards because he says he basically lives on american time anyway. the other direction is tougher, but in his youth he decided that he might as well try to continue living on italian time. so he essentially went racing at 5 in the morning (about phillip island 1998, from oxley's vr files):

I don't have a problem with jet lag, I always sleep. Last year in Indonesia I stayed on Italian time for the whole grand prix - so I was racing at five in the morning! But the difference is too great to do that in Australia.

how on earth are you racing motorcycles like that. mind you, he won that 1997 indonesia race

so yeah. king of disordered sleeping. given the nature of motogp schedules and how they do kind of require you to actually get up in the mornings, congrats to him for being remotely functional during race weekends. crazy how he even won the odd race

and here's the autobiography passage:

My day, usually, begins in the afternoon. It’s as if I exist inside my own personal time zone. I live at night, because I love the night. Now, this might make you think I do goodness-knows-what in the wee hours, or that I don’t live the life of a professional athlete. It’s true, I don’t live the life of an athlete in the traditional sense — early to bed, early to rise and all that — but this does not mean that I’m not careful about what I eat and drink or that I don’t train. In fact, I train a lot, both in the gym and on the bike. It’s just that I go to the gym in the afternoon, rather than the morning. Equally, when I’m training on the bike, down at the quarry, I always go in the afternoon, never at nine o'clock in the morning. My body has a certain type of metabolism. It is used to living according to a different body clock. That’s why, even if I’m travelling all over the world, I don’t experience jet lag and I rarely go to bed before 3 a.m. It’s much more likely that I’m just tucking into bed as people are leaving for work. As I say, I have a special relationship with the night. I like moving in it, living in it, thinking in it, relaxing in it. The night fascinates me, because it’s the period of least confusion. The world calms down, it goes quiet. And, besides, I’m Valentino Rossi. I’m wanted... I'm a fugitive. Yes, I’m always running away from my _ beloved countrymen. The Italians. I’m proud to be Italian, I'm proud of our merits and I regret our shortcomings. Italians are exceptional people. In every way. Even when they start loving you. Because that’s actually when problems can arise — if it’s you that the Italian falls in love with. Italian people are warm, empathetic, spontaneous. But they can also be excessive, oppressive and disrespectful. I don’t know who said that Italians will forgive everything except for success. Whoever it was, they were right. Because it’s absolutely true. After the 1997 season, I could tell I was becoming popular. Year after year, that popularity turned into fully fledged love. They’re in love with me now and, as a result, since the 2004 season, I’ve been a man on the run. And there’s no escape, no end in sight, because wherever I go they find me. There are simple things, the little pleasures in life, which I simply can’t engage in when I’m back in Italy. I can’t go to the bar and have a cappuccino, because I would not be able to drink it. To be fair, I can do it in Tavullia, but that's the only place. If I go more than a few kilometres in any direction from the centre of town, that's it, everything changes and I become, once again, a hunted man. I can’t walk into a store, look at something and decide what I want to buy. In fact, I can’t stop anywhere, not even at a petrol station. If I stop, I’m screwed. Somebody will recognise me (Italians are exceptionally good at recognising people), make a lot of noise, call other people and then, before I know it, I’ve been swallowed up by the crowd. If I schedule a meeting with someone, we have to meet in a secret, out-of-the-way location and, even then, we can't linger. I can't go to a restaurant if there are too many people inside. And if I do go, I can't go at a normal time, say eight o'clock. I have to go later, much later, when people are leaving. And I can't sit where I like, I have to hide away in a corner, in the shadows. As for places like cinemas or the beach, forget about it. They are just always off-limits.

Having said that, I do mix with people. I do it because I like doing it. It’s just that I wish I could do it as a normal person, because, deep down, I am a normal human being. This is part of the reason why I have to live at night. It would be that much tougher during the day, with all those people about. Plus, I don’t like the traffic, the chaos, the noise, all those people running all over the place, stressed out and out of breath. The night is different. Everything is softer, there are fewer people around and you are much more free. It’s like a parallel dimension. The world is different at night. Everything is different. That’s why I’ve assimilated the lyrics of a song by the Italian artist Jovanotti, “Gente. della notte” (“People of the night”). It has become my personal anthem. Jovanotti is one of my favourite singers and I find myself agreeing with him on most things. I love his work. What else can I say? The night is my reality. And I don’t change just because Grands Prix are scheduled during the day. My way of being and living is reflected in what I do during races. I don’t really change. Obviously, I don’t go to bed at dawn, but let’s just say that when I do, finally, go to bed, there aren’t many people around. Everything is better at night in the paddock. There is silence, the people _ have disappeared and, with them, the chaos. I can wander around freely, most of all I can enjoy the empty pit area and my bike. Yes, my bike. Because at night I often slip into the team garage. At some races I do it every single night, because I love being with my bike. My night-time activities can be traced back to the years racing in 125cc, and are directly tied to my passion for aesthetics and the stickers, which would later become my obsession. I don’t leave anything to chance'when it comes to choosing the colour or the stickers for my bike. That’s why I’ve always been central to any and all discussions when we were deciding the aesthetics of my racing bikes. I’ve done it always, with every bike, at every level, with every team. And, naturally, I still do it today. Nobody has ever been allowed to attach a single sticker to my bike, unless it was the logo of a technical sponsor. Until a few years ago I was totally inflexible about this. Now, Roby takes care of the number: he attaches it because then he needs to cover it in transparent paint. But apart - from -this, which is primarily a technical procedure anyway, I take care of everything else to do with the stickers. And this takes time and planning, which is why I started going to the garage at night. During the day it is packed with people. There are mechanics, technicians and others around. I would just get in the way, if I wanted to get near the bike just to check the stickers. As I got older and progressed from 125 to 250 and then to 500 and on to MotoGP, I maintained that passion for aesthetics and stickers, as well as the habit of dropping in on the team garage at night. I enjoy the bike during the day _ obviously, but my relationship with the bike is so special that I can spend hours with it, just looking and admiring it, making sure that everything is in order. Those are very personal moments which I find difficult to describe. The Japanese guys, both the executives but also the engineers never knew this, not the guys at Honda, not the ones at Yamaha. I don’t think they would really understand. They would probably view it as a waste of time, since I don’t actually do anything concrete. I never touch anything to do with the bike itself, beyond, obviously, the stickers. And yet I find it hard to explain to an engineer that I enjoy simply being near the bike, even when I’m not doing anything. It’s a complicated concept to explain: the risk is that people will think that you're crazy.

During the day everything happens so quickly, frenetically, neurotically. However, there is a sacrosanct moment when I need to step away and isolate myself. Once my commitment to the team is over, usually around 5.30 p.m., I retire to my motorhome, relax and take a nap. It usually lasts a couple hours and then I go out. There’s always something to do after dinner. Of course, the range of options depends on how many friends are around. I really start enjoying the paddock around ten o'clock at night. Before going to sleep I check on the bike again and then I go into the team motorhome, which serves as an office. Now that I’m at Yamaha, I have an office all to myself. That’s where I keep all my race gear. I do this for two reasons. My own personal motorhome is an absolute mess, nothing more fits in there and I probably couldn’t find anything amid all the junk. Plus, the office is where I change into my racing suit before going out on to the track. Thus, at night, after going to the pits to see the bike, I go to make sure that all my stuff is where it should be: gloves, suit, socks, boots . . . everything needs to be perfect, because I just don’t have time in the morning to hunt around for stuff. Thus, each morning I have to follow a very precise routine. I’m like a robot, everything is the same each day. Because the truth is that I need to be like clockwork. I just don’t have the time to think. Somebody generally comes to wake me up — usually it’s Jeremy, because he doesn’t trust my ability to wake up on my own! I then get up, wash my face (my eyes are still shut at this point) and try to stay awake as I ride the scooter from the motorhome to the pits. I then go up to the office and get dressed. There too everything is done mechanically. It takes the slightest hiccup to throw everything off, forcing me to be late to the testing.

"I find it hard to explain to an engineer that I enjoy simply being near the bike, even when I’m not doing anything. it’s a complicated concept to explain: the risk is that people will think that you're crazy" well -

#some of you lot really should be making more use of -#- the line 'because that's actually when problems can arise - if it's you that the italian falls in love with'#//#brr brr #//clt #batsplat responds #i can also remember a post-retirement interview where he was up early to watch the motogp race and was suffering? can't find it though #im on the other side of the generational shift on this... the idea of approaching professional sport like that makes me twitchy #like so much of it these days is controlling every controllable variable perfect optimisation and all that. this feels so casual!!#and is honestly one of the things that makes his longevity the most impressive. one hell of a change to have to make mid career #//brr brr

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deonsx · 2 years ago

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If They Need You

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Jouno

Content: obscene speech

Dazai Osamu

Dazai He often annoys you at work so after a while you get used to it, he has no shame he constantly exposes you to lewd words in front of his coworkers

He frowns when you're angry with him and whispers manipulated words in your ear with puppy dog eyes that you can never reject

But this workday was different from the others, dazai was constantly making strange noises and wouldn't turn his gaze from you. you realized that and you ignored him finally it was lunch break and everyone went out but you didn't finish the files so you need to stay, with dazai

You thought you would continue to ignore him like it was during the day and you got up and went to get water a hand tightly around your waist pulled you to him "dazai! what the hell are you doing, we are at work" he ignored it and left kisses on your neck

"I need you" you felt a hardness as he hugged you tighter from behind "You realize we're at work and when we get home-" he didn't wait for you to finish andhe quickly picked you up and tossed the papers on the table and put you there

Why did you suddenly think he was acting like a stray animal but he didn't give you time to think, you stopped him "osamu we're at work and break is almost over" he took a long breath "then we'll do it otherwise" you raised an eyebrow as he said that "how so?" you asked. he went and sat in his chair, his eyes still on you

"Get Under The Table And Be A Good Girl For The Day Bella"

Chuuya Nakahara

The only day your boyfriend was available and with you was Sunday, and this time you wanted to spend the night at restaurant

Normally you wouldn't prefer places like this, but you wanted to have fun with him so you went to his favorite place for wine, the food and drinks came as usual, but the waiter asked if we wanted the drinks special this time, chuuya turned his eyes to the drink "Special?" the waiter nodded, "A hot special wine for you?

"Have you tried before?" The waiter asked the question with a warm smile, you answered "no? does it taste good?" the waiter nodded happily, chuuya must have liked this service, he said happily on his face "give us your hot special wine" That's how it all started the drinks were put on the table you both drank

and as soon as 5 minutes passed, you felt a warmth and hesitated but your boyfriend asked for 2 more glasses in a row and then the same thing must have happened to him as his eyes and face turned red "hot.." he whispered "I think now I understand why it's mulled wine" you muttered chuckling and you gave him advice "you shouldn't have drunk so much, honey" he lifted his head from the table and his eyes focused on you like a hungry animal "Go in the back room and wait for me" he told you in a serious tone

he didn't speak any more he obviously gave you orders you hesitated to get up but you got up and walked into the private room in the restaurant and sat on the bed made with red patterns before long chuuya arrived. You heard him lock the door behind him

“Undress My Love"

Ranpo Edogawa

You and your boyfriend were returning from a tired business trip, and he was talking to himself while eating his desserts and complaining that he couldn't touch you even once during his work vacation

He couldn't touch you because whenever he tried it, it was like there was a constant glitch Calls, Doorbells, Tasks, you couldn't do anything because of them, even at midnight you were tired and you were sleeping, the vacation was only 3 days and now you are driving the car and he is too He was expressing his anger

Of course, he was saying all this with a joke. After a short silence, ranpo pointed to a visible gas station with his hand "We have gas, my love" Ranpo smiled when he said this, "I have to buy something from the market" he prepared while saying "I'm waiting in the car"

The roads were so dark, the gas station lights were dim and gray so you couldn't see much around you parked the car and your boyfriend got out of the car fast

While you were waiting for him, you looked outside, you thought it must be a coincidence that there is a completely deserted grass and a gas station in nature

You unlocked your door with a knock and let your boyfriend open the door, you got up from your seat to look at what he was holding. "Condom??" "Just like that my love it's been a long time" he hissed as his eyes narrowed slightly

“How About You Take The Back Seat And Give Me A Nice Feast?”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

The man who is both your boss and your boyfriend at the same time, you do whatever he says, of course, this is valid during business hours

He gave you a mission but there was a glitch in the mission and now someone who works for fyodor just like you was scolding you, your relationship was secret so no one would have guessed it

The man was scolding you "It's really not wise to give such a job to such a woman" he talked again "You're stupid, you're useless, why are you in this job? Fyodor, why did our boss hire a prostitute like you? Or do you have something else?" he grinned and his hand reached out to you everything happened in the blink of an eye blood was everywhere

You saw your boyfriend coming from the shadows as the man's body crashed to the ground "I'm guilty of hiring someone like this next time you see someone like that know you're allowed to kill"

He slowly put his hand on your waist and took his steps towards the exit to get you away from there. "Fedya, the glitch on duty-" “shhh It doesn't matter, I have another request from you, my dear”

You left your office and walked in the dark street "It was a tiring day my love" his white skinned eyes illuminate the night telling you "You're kind of happy with that tone of voice" The man smiled "Of course I am" his grin widened he pulled you into the alley and quickly picked you up

“Open Your Legs For Me Only, My Dear”

Nikolai Gogol

You were also involved in your Boyfriend's Important Mission and your scene has already ended and you've been waiting for him

You were waiting at the hotel he hired for you. While waiting for him, you looked at some of your clothes in the closet. A really nice dress with red above the knee, thin sleeves and a really nice dress. You were getting ready for your job interview tonight. You opened your hair and waved it with tongs

You were waiting for Nikolai, after he finished his job and informed you, you were going to go to your job interview, the hotel door opened with a card and your boyfriend came in dressed in white "wow, whose beauty does this belong"

A splendid smile formed on your face, he approached from behind and ran his hands over his body "really nice dress for one wear" you looked at him in surprise "one wear?"

"I'm going to tear it up at the end of the night after all" She said with a pleasant chuckle "Sorry darling, but tonight I going to the job interview which is unlikely to happen"

Fingers entwined with your dress, fiddling with the zipper of the dress "hmm? you're a naughty boy" you said while holding his chin. He pulled you into a beautiful deep kiss

“I'm Gonna Fuck You Until You Can't Walk To That Job İnterview”

Jouno Saigiku

You were both on a mission given by Fukuchi and you went to a bar place and you were the main player here

Your boyfriend was only responsible for killing the man, you were going to lure him and take him to the hotel room, that's all, but it was harder than it looked because the man was trying to kiss you

He was trying to touch you which is perfectly normal if you don't let him the plan would fail the guy grabbed your waist, you could feel Jouno's eyes on you but you tried not to look

"Why is she such a beautiful woman in such a place" the man approached you with his drunk mouth you were disgusted and frankly tense, you tried to look at your boyfriend's side but you couldn't see him, this gave you an incentive to get scared

"Hey! Learn to look at my face when I'm talking to you, do you know who I am?" he spat filthy on the ground and you ask "What are you trying to say?" "Just tell me the price per night dear"

"How dare you" You talked but suddenly the lights went out and gunfire came back when the lights came back there was a pool of blood everywhere You looked at your boyfriend standing in front of you smiling at you "I'm sure there was a glitch in the plan the boss wouldn't mind"

He pulled you by the arm and led you to the room at the back entrance of the bar "does it turn you on when someone else touches you?" he asked you in an angry tone, you couldn't get over his surprise yet "what!? how do you think about that?"

"You look so happy to me" said as he pinned you against the wall "Never was that possible" his brows dropped and he grabbed your legs and tied you around your waist

"Show Your Worth To Me"

Request Are Open!

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munsonluhvr · 1 year ago

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the divine encounter (18+) - gator tillman x innocent!religious!reader | word count - 2.8k

ᡣ𐭩 part 2

It was in the middle of Sunday mass that Gator Tillman spotted you. You wore a too-short-for-church dress, a snug cardigan covering your upper half. Your hair bounced off your back each time you kneeled, stood up, and kneeled again to pray. You were utterly fascinating from behind, the bounce of your hair mesmerizing, the curve of your body mouth watering. When you turned to shake other church goers hands, following instructions from the priest to share thanks with the congregation, Gator caught sight of your face – angelic. Gator knew he had to have you.

“Back row of church,” Gator’s father, Roy, mutters under his breath. “All because you had to stare at yourself in the god-damn mirror and make us late for church. Now we have to stand in the back like some common folk.” Roy jabs the flesh of Gator’s ribs with his pointer and middle finger, digging into Gator’s skin until he wriggles away.

Gator only sighs softly in response, inaudible to his father’s ears. He lets his mind wander to plan what he’ll say to you, occupying his mind away from church’s tedious rituals and his father’s wrath. Quietly, he thanks himself for spending too long in the bathroom and making his family late for church: he never would have spotted you if they were sitting in the front row, like usual, and you were behind him.

Church finishes with the shake of the choirs tambourine and the high-pitched sound of Gator’s father singing proudly, his wife Karen squeaking along beside him. Gator only played along as religious to please his father; he always felt a million miles away from reality when he attends church with his father, step mother, and half-sisters.

Gator watches as you and your own family exit the pew, filing into the center aisle in the middle of church. The small congregation mingles throughout the confines of the church, the priest making his rounds too. You have your hands clasped in front of you, a small smile on your mouth as you greet people. You play the role of innocent, your hair tucked behind your ears, cheeks tinted pink, but Gator doesn’t buy it, not for one second.

Gator turns to tell his father that he’ll be right back, but he notices his father has already left the pew, annoyed with his son’s ogling at the rest of the churchgoers being social. Gator files out of the pew, joining his father and step mother who are gathered in a small group of community members, supporters of his father's. Off to the side, his half-sisters run up and down the steps outside that lead into the back of the church, squealing carelessly.

With his father occupied, surely for a few minutes, Gator takes the opportunity to approach you. You hang back from your family, eyes wandering to the stained-glass windows that line the walls of the church. How has he never noticed you before?

“You look bored,” Gator says, coming up from behind you. He startles you, watching your eyes widen when you turn, your gaze lifting to meet his eyes.

“Forgive me, but I don’t find church… stimulating.” You say, re-folding your hands in front of you. You lean against the end of a pew, angling your body towards Gator. You feel pleased, too, when you notice how Gator’s eyes trickle down your body, taking in the shape of your figure.

Gator chuckles softly, lifting his hands up. “I don’t either but don’t tell my father that.” He lets his body soften, not wanting to show you his sharp edges so soon.

“Your secret is safe with me,” you say, your voice a low hum. Silence lingers between you and Gator, only the sound of the rest of the church mingling filling the gap in your conversation.

Gator wipes his hand on his pants, then puts it out in front of you. “I’m Gator,” he says with assertiveness. “Gator Tillman.”

“Well, Gator, Gator Tillman; it’s nice to meet you.” You say teasingly. Already you were intrigued with Gator’s presence, feeling the urge to run your fingertips across the contours of his strikingly gorgeous face. “I’m y/n.”

Gator cracks a smile, amused with your sense of humor. Gator had grown tired of the girls in Lehigh; bored of their lack of ambition, their inability to be sexually curious. All they did was lay on their backs, legs parted, letting him use their bodies to please himself. Sure, Gator liked the ability to blow off some steam, take time off to do something other than be yelled at by his father or hunt down law-breaking citizens. But he had grown empty and hollow; he wanted something more, something different.

“Are you new to Lehigh? I don’t think I recognize you and I know everyone in this town.” Gator asks, his curiosity getting the best of him.

You nod, leaning forward to gently tug down your dress. As you lean forward, the fabric of your dress puckers, allowing for a clear view into the top of your dress. Gator gulps as he catches the sight of your bra-lessness, and the gold cross necklace that rests on your chest, sparkling against the low-lit lights in the church. You straighten your posture, pretending to be oblivious to the stunt you just pulled. A flip of excitement forms in your lower abdomen. “Brand new. My dad was just transferred to the police department here.”

Gator raises his eyebrows, attempting to ignore the way his chest thumped against his ribs, the bulge he could feel beginning to grow in his pants. “That’s wild, my dad is the police chief in Lehigh.”

You coo, crossing your arms against your chest. “I knew your last name sounded familiar. So, you’re the bad-boy they told me to stay away from.”

Gator frowns now, disappointed that you have already been warned against interacting with him. You sense his demeanor change and you’re quick to do damage control. “I’m kidding. Plus, I don’t listen to my parents anyway.”

Gator bites at his bottom lip, feeling the need to slip his leather jacket off, the heat of the church becoming overbearing. “Do you want to have a smoke? They’re in my truck.”

You glance towards your parents who are enthralled in an animated conversation with the priest, obviously occupied and unlikely to notice if you disappear for a few minutes. “Sure.”

The weather outside is frigid, winter approaching at a fast pace. Your bare skin puckers against the cold air, goosebumps forming on your thighs. You follow closely behind Gator as you make your way to his truck. It’s an older model, a deep blue, or is it a dark brown? He opens the passenger side door for you, closing it gently once you’re sitting in the seat. Gator walks around the car, getting into the driver’s seat. He imagines turning the car on, driving you back to his home, fucking you endlessly until you couldn’t walk – but sitting beside you in his car to smoke would have to do for now.

Gator leans across your body, fumbling with the glove compartment. The small door drops open, a pile of colorful, empty vape cartridges rattle inside. Gator inches closer, allowing the strong scent of his cologne to radiate off of him. Your eyes flutter, suddenly feeling an intense hunger for Gator in your abdomen. You shift in your seat, allowing Gator to access the glove compartment.

Gator grasps the vape he had been using before he went into church, and hands it to you to use first. In all honesty, you had never smoked or vaped before. Nonetheless, you took the vape from Gator, grasping the neon green cartridge in your hand, bringing it to your lips and then inhaling. The faux smoke fills your lungs, and you cough, eyebrows knitted in disgust as a light watermelon taste fills your throat. You hold your hand out, returning the item back to Gator.

Gator laughs, watching you cough. “You don’t smoke, do you?”

You shake your head, attempting to smack away the flavor from your mouth. “No.”

Gator leans against his seat, his eyes lingering on the hem of your dress that creeps higher and higher on your thighs with each movement you make. Sitting there in his passenger seat, an innocence radiating off of you that he’s convinced is for show makes him wonder how old you are. “How old are you anyway?”

You blow out between your lips, staring straight forward, knowing there is no use in attempting to make yourself older – you will always look young and innocent. “Nineteen.”

Gator whistles, taking a hit from his neon green vape. “We got a young one right here.”

You give Gator a please don’t look which only makes Gator laugh. “I’m just messin’ with you. It’s not like anyone would call the cops. Hell, I am the cops.” You smile, wishing Gator would skip the playful banter and touch you.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you ask, choosing to be unaware that this question is random and forward.

Gator laughs again, shaking his head. Gator, in all his twenty-seven years of life, had never had a girlfriend; he wasn’t the dating type. Though, he doesn’t feel like admitting that to you. “No.”

You hum, satisfied. You were pent up, your sexual desires beginning to overrule your rationality. You were a good girl, under the watch over your overbearing, strict parents. You were to save your virginity for the man you marry, and because of that, and other temptations that teenagers face, your parents never let you out of their sight. In your old hometown, the boys were similar to trolls, making it easy to stay celibate. Now, however, sitting beside Gator who’s a man, his wandering eye making it obvious that he was attracted to you, you were no longer convinced your virginity belongs to your future husband – it belongs to Gator Tillman. It doesn’t matter to you that you have just met Gator; God may work in mysterious ways, but sexual desire works even more mysteriously.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Gator hears himself ask. His stomach grumbles in anticipation for your answer. He’s pleased when you shake your head no; mostly he’s pleased he doesn’t have to fight another guy to have you for himself.

“You’re awfully pretty, you know.” Gator says, his hand reaching out to brush his fingertips across your bare and exposed thighs. The feeling of his skin brushing against yours makes your skin shiver, your core tighten with lust.

“So are you,” you say, you’re voice coming out lower then you anticipated. Your fingertips toy with the hem of your dress, trying to restrain yourself from your temptations. It’s no use though, your desires overcome your attempts to control yourself.

You lean across the center console of Gator’s truck, holding on to the side of the driver’s seat chair. You break Gator’s personal bubble, though he’s not complaining, and push your lips into his. Gator his quick to let his fingertips intertwine in your hair, bringing you closer to his body. With one hand, he cradles your face, with the other he places on your hip. You sigh softly against his mouth, the taste of his tongue and the flavor of his vape infiltrating your lips.

Gator’s heart thumps against his chest, your proposition catching him off guard. The feeling of your small body pressed against his, your mouth working in unison with his - he is sure he has entered through gates of heaven. Moving his hand from your hip, he grasps your forearm, pulling you onto his lap. You make stealthy movements to navigate yourself onto his lap, yet in the process your rear end brushes against the horn, causing you to jolt in surprise. You laugh softly against Gator’s mouth, and you can feel a smile forming on his.

Now placed comfortably on Gator’s lap, your legs straddling him, you cup his face with both of your hands, deepening your kiss. Gator groans softly, and you can feel him growing hard against your bare legs. Oh, how you want him so bad.

Acting on impulse, Gator lets his hand wander down the length of your body, his fingertips brushing against your panties. You flush feeling his hand against your most sensitive part, wishing you had picked out more grown-up panties that aren’t so frilly.

The feeling of Gator inching closer to touching you begins to make your nerves fray, your head spin. This is the farthest you’ve ever gone with someone; what will Gator think of your lack of experience?

Gator is in his own world, unaware of how your body has tensed the second he put his fingers against your panties. He toys with the edge of your underwear, building up the tension before he plunges his digits inside of you. He has a dying ache to know how you’d feel around his fingers, let alone his cock. With one swift movement, he pushes your panties aside, his fingers finding their way into you with ease. Gator can’t help but smile when you gasp sharply, your lips parting from his. Gator moves his fingers in and out of you rhythmically, moans babbling out of you uncontrollably.

“Such a good girl,” Gator mumbles, feeling how wet you are beneath your panties. Your arousal dribbles down your thighs, down his forearms. He wonders how you taste, how it would feel to have your thighs wrapped around his head.

You feel your body relax as soon Gator’s fingers enter you, and you feel your body respond to the pleasure by rolling your hips against his hand. You hold onto his shoulders, your head leaning back in bliss. Gator takes the opportunity to kiss the front of your throat, and down your chest, maneuvering around the gold cross that rests against your chest. ‘Lord forgive me,’ he thinks to himself. Gator’s mind flips to all the other ways he could pleasure you, putting the back seats in his truck to good use.

You are both in your own world together, not noticing that the rest of the church is beginning to file out the front and side of the building. Your eyes have fluttered shut in pleasure, cracking open occasionally to make eye contact with Gator. It’s then that you notice the side door of the church opening and elderly people begin to exit. You gasp loudly, causing Gator to come back to reality. The bulge in his pants aches, his arousal growing stronger.

“Oh no,” you squeak, climbing off of Gator’s lap. Your cunt feels empty without his long and nimble fingers filling you. You want to know what he cock feels like, how large he is; you just know he’s big. You curse in your mind, hoping that you’ll get a second chance to find out soon.

Gator looks in front of him, letting you get off his lap. His eyes grow wide when he sees his father, still deep in conversation, round the front corner of the church. His heart stops, however, when he sees your father standing in the distance, eyes trained on his truck. “Shit, there’s your dad.”

You look up, your skin beginning to crawl. You quickly re-adjust your clothes and open the passenger door. “I-I’ve got to go. I’ll see you around, Gator.” You offer a small, flushed smile. You feel like you must look stupid, wide-eyed; surely he could sense your inexperience, right? Unbeknownst to you, all Gator can think about is how beautiful you are, the way your blush creeps across the bridge of your nose, the way your eyes glitter against the sun. Gator can’t wait until the next time he can get his hands on you.

“Hi daddy,” you say, quickening your pace to reach your father. Just in his body language, you can tell you and Gator weren’t so slick in hiding your activities together. Your father had made it very clear that you were to stay away from Gator Tillman. “That boy is trouble, y/n, and so is his father. We must not get wrapped up in their wrongdoings.” Your father had said when you first moved to Lehigh, his words firm.

“Princess, what were you doing in Gator’s car?” Your father asks, his suspicions clear on his face. He knew from the second he met Gator that he was trouble, the rest of the police squad confirming his assumptions. Seeing you in Gator’s truck, so smitten so quickly, he knows you and he will be trouble if left alone together.

“We were just praying together, daddy.” You hum, innocently. Your father’s eyes linger on you, his eyebrows knitting together further and further until the creases on his forehead begin to show. He takes in your messy hair, your flushed cheeks, your disheveled dress-straps. He looks until he can’t take it anymore.

“Say a rosary as soon as you get home.” Your father grumbles, turning around on his heel, hoping the grace of the Lord can guide you in a better direction. You nod, following close behind him silently.

As you follow your father towards your family’s car, you glance over your shoulder, catching Gator’s eyes one last time.

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itsohh · 9 months ago

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Despite Part 2

A/N: Female reader, posted on mobile so rip formatting.

Summary: Trust is a two way bond. It only makes sense that after you look after him he looks after you.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2218

AO3 Part 1 Part 3

A light touch shook you awake and your eyes crept open. It took you a few moments to realise who had woken you. “Not very professional to be sleeping at your desk, Doctor.” Your head rose from your arms and you turned to look at your Captain. Your brow cocked and his words slowly sunk it. The gears moved in your brain and you figured out he was teasing you. Wesker of all people…

“Well, it's not very professional to show up at your employee's house uninvited.”

“Redfield insisted.”

“I didn't realise you took orders from Chris now.”

“You were unresponsive while on call, it was a wellness check.” Those sunglasses bore into you and you rolled your eyes to the side. There was a small side smile on your face, the motion hadn’t been a disrespectful one but rather a playful one.

“Alright. Sir.”

“Are you planning on sleeping here all night?” He asked.

“No, I was just resting my eyes. What time is it?” You looked towards the computer that was in screensaver mode and moved the mouse. It woke and you saw that it was only an hour til midnight. You cursed under your breath, so much for just resting your eyes. “I'm surprised you're still here.��

“I had work to do.”

“Everyone's doing their reports tomorrow.”

“I had other work as well as the reports. I don't have the luxury of pushing it off until tomorrow as I won't be in.”

Your brows shot up. “Oh? Busy?”

“Sunday is my day off.”

“You have days off?”

The question had him let out a laugh and your breath hitched at the sound. It was an unheard-of sound, a low chuckle that had blood rush to your face and heat it up. “Of course. Did you assume I worked every day?”

“Well, you’re the Captain. So yeah.”

“Overworking can lead to mistakes. I do not make mistakes. I thought you of all people would under this, Doctor.”

“Who keeps this place from falling apart without you?”

“Marini can manage for one day of the week.”

Your mind went to the Bravo team’s Captain. Despite him working in the same department, you often forget the man was a police Captain. Wesker was the one with the ‘fancy’ office, he was the one to usually call the shots and he was the one you looked to for direction when needed. Not Marini, but then again, you didn't interact with the man very much.

“Have you finished your work?” Wesker asked and you glanced back at the computer.

“Yeah, I just need to turn it off.” You moved the mouse to it shutdown.

“Good, we can leave then.”

You froze for a moment before you glanced over your shoulder and looked at him. “We?” You asked.

“Unless you have other plans I presume I was to give you a ride home.”

“Oh, Captain, you don't have to do that.”

“You rode with us to the station, your bike is at home. It's far too late for a taxi or the bus and you live on the other side of town. You're my employee, it's my job to take care of you.”

His words had you stunned momentarily. Even though he said the facts in such an obvious manner you couldn't help the way that they made you feel warm inside. It was nice knowing he was looking out for you.

“I guess you're right. You really thought this through, thanks.”

“If this is your standard of thinking things through then I suggest against spending so much time with Redfield. The bar is too low.” He took a step back from your desk and gave you enough room to get out of the chair.

You let out a snort and put on your jacket. Your vest and medical kit had long since been retired to their homes elsewhere in the building. “Did Chris tell you where I lived?” You asked as the pair of you walked together.

“No, it's in your file.”

“You looked up my address in my file?”

“I memorise everyone's files. They aren't long.”

Your mind went back to when you were in his office with Chris and how he almost immediately knew whose number Chris had paged. “Wow, you have a great memory.”

“The small things make all the difference between life and death.”

The statement had you sombre up slightly and you looked towards the ground. You knew that painfully well. Recognising and remembering even the smallest of symptoms could mean the entire world of difference when it came to what treatment a person received.

“Hey, Captain?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you take this job?”

At your question, he briefly glanced at you. “Why do you ask?”

“No offence but I would expect you to be something… more?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned towards you. “You believe this work is beneath me?”

“I mean uh-” You stumbled for a moment to recover yourself. “You're a smart man Wesker. Really smart. Hell, you're more precise and perfect than a machine. I mean I get paid my value but this work is hard sometimes. Long hours, the shittiest cases and a world of accountability and pressure. Someone with your skills could easily find employment somewhere easier with better pay.”

Wesker continued to stare at you. It was as if he was trying to figure out if your words were genuine or if you were just sucking up to him. You knew better than to try and correct yourself more, the last thing you wanted to do was overthink the situation and say something you would regret. Every second was agonizingly slow and eventually, he cocked his head slightly to the side, his deduction complete enough to answer.

“You’re right. I could. And I probably will eventually but for now it's the exact fulfilment I need.”

The answer had you slowly nod and he returned his own question. “Why do you ask? Are you thinking about leaving?”

“No, just interested in what motivates my Captain.”

Despite the fact he stood still you could have sworn the lights got a little darker around him as he continued to look at you. “And why is that?”

“Finding out someone's core values is integral to any relationship. For example, Jill respects determination. If she's had anything near to close to what I experienced being a woman in this day and age I can safely bet she's been given a lot of hurdles in life and most likely given where she is today, overcome them.”

“You think a lot about this.”

“Understanding my team helps me bond with them and bonding creates trust. In the field, I need my team to completely trust me without a doubt so I can do what I need to do without hesitation.” You explained.

“I see. You analyse people. Why not analyse myself to find out the answers to your questions?”

“I have. I'm not sure if you have noticed but you're rather a closed-off person. Not only with your private life, which I respect, but also for who you are. Sometimes the best approach to a matter is the more straightforward one. If you answer me, I receive an answer, if you don't…”

“You continue to watch me?” His voice sounded almost amused. “Wait for any slip-up?”

“No. I'd respect you on the matter and let things go.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. I'm a reasonable woman Captain, I’m not stubborn when I don't need to be. I can respect a boundary.” You smiled at the man and for a second you could have sworn his lips curled ever so slightly.

Wesker turned and started to walk again and you followed his pace. “What motivates me is humanity.” He spoke a few moments later as the pair of you left the building. The nightsky shone above the pair of you, illuminated by the giant moon above.

“Humanity?”

“I wish to see humanity evolve. We have a lot of potential as a species and I would see that potential fulfilled.”

The wording of his statement was a little strange to you and your pressed your lips together while you tried to figure out his exact meaning.

“Is that why studied biotechnology. It's in your file.”

“You looked up my qualifications in my file?” He asked, his words parroting your own.

“I may not memorize everything in people's medical files but I do and try to memorize the important things. Yours is rather interesting.”

“How so Doctor?”

“No allergies, no disabilities, no long term injuries. Nothing. No offense but your kind of a freak of nature especially how quickly you heal.”

Wesker let out a loud chuckle and the pair of you reached his BMW. “Freak of nature?”

“In a good way, I promise.” His lips curled upwards at your reassurance but you only got to bask in it for a moment as he unlocked the car with the turn of his key. You pulled open the front passenger car door and stepped into the car. “Spacious.” You praised the car and looked around it. It was immaculate. Clean and neat just like everything else about Wesker.

You did your belt up and heard the click of Wesker do the same before he turned the key in the ignition. The car immediately hummed to life without hesitation and the lights soon flicked on.

Your eyes couldn't help but focus on the way that his hands handled the steering wheel. The veins on them were rather predominant and you pressed your lips together. They would be so easy to take blood from. You shouldn't have been surprised at the size of them, he was a big man, yet you were slightly. Never had you really focused on them before.

“More questions Doctor?” He asked without turning to face you, his gaze still on the road as he pulled out from the car park. No doubt he could feel your heavy gaze.

“Not at the moment. I do appreciate you not making a fuss about…” You swallowed and looked away from the man. “What I do in my spare time.”

“What or who you spend time with is non of my concern so long as it doesn't affect your performance at work. From the way you worked today I can confidently assess that it doesn't.” Wesker paused for a few seconds. “Should we allocate two more seats for the Christmas party?”

At his question you choked and your head snapped towards the man. His lips were curled in the corners and he glanced towards you. Tease.

“No, no, gods no. It's not like that. We aren't in a relationship or anything. Casual thing. I didn't know we were going to have an office Christmas party. Didn't think you would be for them.”

“I'm not.” He sighed. “But Redfield and Frost have been adamant that it's necessary.”

A groan escaped your lips which made him chuckle.

“My thoughts exactly.”

“It's not compulsory is it?” You asked.

“It will be held during work hours. Any proper work will take priority.”

“Never thought I'd say this but please assign me to any emergency that pops up.”

“Not a fan?”

“I don't drink in my spare time, let alone with co-workers. They didn't mention anything about a secret Santa did they?”

“They did and have been persistent about the matter. I have been against the matter.”

“Captain please be the biggest killjoy you can possibly be.”

He let out a loud laugh, one that had all words die on your tongue. It had that warmth return to you but instead of flooding your face it grew in your chest and you practically basked in it.

“You don't like exchanging gifts?”

“Our team is very good at what we do, we work together well as a team and I respect everyone. Doesn't mean I want to extend that relationship to anything more. For most of the people at our work I would very much enjoy keeping the relationship the way it is.”

“Most?” He caught your wording.

“Despite my efforts Chris has managed to wormed his way into my personal life and sometimes I don't dislike it. Other than that? I think you're the exception I admit. You're an interesting man.”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

The car pulled up outside your apartment complex and you were a little surprised. The streets had been empty but you didn't notice how quickly the pair of you had arrived. Did Wesker speed? You couldn't feel the speed very much in the car, the ride had been soft and comfortable the entire time.

“Would you like me to walk you to your door?”

“There's no need, I've taken up enough of your time.” You opened the car door and got out. The sound of Wesker's window opened. When you got around to his side of the car and on the footpath on the other side of the road you turned to face the man. The road wasn't very wide, it was more of a thin driveway than a proper road.

“Thanks again for the ride.”

“No need. Our conversation has been enlightening. I'd enjoy furthering it sometime even with a different subject.”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Oh and Wesker?”

“Yes?”

“Enjoy your day off.”

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sloanecerity · 3 months ago

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Jyoumi Weekend Free Day: You Need A Promotion, I Want A Shake Up, So Let's Get Married! Chapter 5

Happy @jyoumiweekend everyone! I've had a lot I've wanted to do for this and I don't know how much I'll accomplish but I did get this chapter done for the Free Day! A new chapter of my jdrama-inspired fic! I'll have this posted under the read more, too!

Chapter Summary: Jou still tries to grapple with the idea of being married, especially once people know. From wedding bands to filling in friends and family, Jou's anxiety is higher than ever before. Thankfully, though, he has an opportunity to move forward in his career like he wanted, and he's going to try and grab it no matter what.

You can find the chapter on AO3 here!

A calm Sunday was a good Sunday. For many people, it was a day off: to spend time with family, to relax after a long week of school, to get chores done when they couldn’t during the week, but for Jou, Sunday was… another day at work. He didn’t mind it by any means— he had gone into medicine in order to help people, after all— but to have a day that was calm was always appreciated. No emergencies were good, really good, and it meant that hopefully he could get through the rest of the day without much trouble.

He’d need it, frankly, because his mind was… still a bit out of control after the past few days. Getting “married” to Tachikawa Mimi was unexpected, and now that he was moved into her apartment, he was doing his best to get used to life as a “married man”. Jou tapped the back of his clipboard anxiously, a habit he’d started to pick up even more ever since he and Mimi-kun agreed on this strange deal, as he tried to gain sense of his thoughts while going over a patient’s documents. Jou knew he still had to tell his family, but he wasn’t really sure how. After his father berated him a few days ago, how was he supposed to walk up to him and tell him he got married!?

He groaned quietly, how were they supposed to approach this? He closed his eyes, pushed his glasses up, and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment as he felt the beginning of a headache start to come on. He was happy to help Mimi-kun, but each time his racing mind dwelled on this topic, he wondered just how he got roped into this. Even if it was for his benefit…

He pulled his glasses back down and straightened up, before heading to the nurse’s station on his floor. If he just occupied himself with work, then he wouldn’t have to think about how to navigate this maelstrom. He couldn’t let the nurses and other doctors flounder or fall behind just because he had trouble grappling with the fact that he was married now.

“I can’t believe it!”

“Right?”

Jou slowly raised an eyebrow as his stride slowed.

“She really got married?”

Jou’s eyes went wide. No. He was just being paranoid. Anxiety ridden as usual.

“I wonder who her husband is…”

He swallowed hard, stopping at the corner. He swallowed hard, taking a moment to gather himself, before he rounded the corner as confidently as he could. As he approached the nurse’s station, he saw Harada-kun’s eyes shoot towards him for just a moment. She tapped the other nurse on the arm, and she quickly straightened up.

“Good afternoon, Kido-sensei!” she said, offering him a cheery smile, “We were just— we were—” she started, but Jou held up a hand and shook his head.

“Please don’t worry about it. As long as you’re both getting duties done, a few minutes here won’t hurt anyone,” he said. He wondered what his father would think of that— would he admonish him and the nurses? Would he admonish him in front of the nurses? He tried to push the thought from his mind; he knew he had to be more serious if he wanted to reach his father’s position one day, but he also didn’t want to be like his father.

“Would that be a necessity? Would that help him take me seriously?” he couldn’t help but think to himself as he pulled the files from the clipboard and set them down on the counter.

“Here are those files you needed. Please let me know if you need anything else,” he said with a nod.

“Sorry again, Kido-sensei,” the other nurse said sheepishly.

“It’s alright. I need to go visit a few patients now, but I’ll make sure to check in with you both later,” he said, before walking off. He made it halfway down the hall before the two started talking again.

“Do you think she’ll ever tell who he is?”

“I don’t know… but Tachikawa-chan is a pretty public person. We’ll probably find out sooner or later!”

Jou skidded to a stop as soon as he heard Mimi-kun’s name. The clipboard flew from his hands, clattering against the floor and sliding a few feet. His face turned bright red at his clumsiness, and he refused to look behind him to see if Harada-kun and the other nurse were staring at him.

“How do they know Mimi-kun got married!? How did they find out from HER and not ME!?”

He scurried over to the clipboard and picked it up, doing his best to remain composed while also refusing to look behind him, then sped off into another corner.

How did people find out… He felt his heart begin to race, and he wondered how long he could keep it together before he’d need to go back to his office and spiral for a bit.

***

Somehow, Kido Jou had gone through the rest of the day without having a very public freak out. He was still baffled over how the nurses knew about his marriage. The marriage he was very much not public about and had only been in for a few days.

The marriage that wasn’t even real!

He walked through the apartment hallway as fast as he could short of breaking out into a run, making as long of strides as possible as sweat pricked at his temples. Once he reached the door, he practically slammed the key in the lock and threw it open. But right after, he remembered the fact that he still had to be polite. Even if it was technically his home now, it was Mimi’s first and foremost, and the last thing he wanted to do was be rude. He swallowed hard in an attempt to calm down while he toed out of his shoes. With one last deep breath, he made his way in, seeing Mimi sitting on the couch with her laptop on her lap.

“Uh…” he mumbled, adjusting his glasses as he felt his stomach tighten up in knots, “I’m home!”

Mimi jumped in her seat, and though he couldn’t see it, her eyes were wide with surprise. She set her laptop on the coffee table and turned her body to look at him, letting her arms rest on the back of the couch, “Welcome home!” she chirped happily. As Mimi watched Jou for a few moments, though, she tilted her head. He was quiet, much more than normal, standing there like he didn’t know what to do.

“You know, you don’t have to ask permission to come in here anymore,” she teased as a grin started to overtake her face.

He showed up with his suitcases, ready to move in, and had stood at the entryway waiting for her permission to actually go to his new room. It was incredibly funny, but she also wanted to make sure that he would at least remain comfortable enough to not feel too stressed over walking inside each day.

“Oh, uh, right. Yes. Sorry,” he mumbled, “I was just… thinking.” After a moment, he finally made his way into the living room and sat down in a plush, baby blue armchair near the couch. Mimi continued to watch him for a few more moments, lips pursed, trying to judge how he was just from his body language. It was clear something had him on edge, but she wasn’t sure what.

She could at least try and keep the mood light and airy in the meantime. She plucked her laptop up, placed it in her lap, and began typing away with her perfectly manicured fingers.

“I was thinking of making dinner soon, after I finished a few things— anything you want?” she asked, not looking up from her screen. Right now she was busy queueing up a few social media posts for the next few days: various ad partnerships she was doing, fun pictures she had taken, and right now she was working on a caption for a post featuring a picture from her interview today. Even if social media was already flooded with posts about her marriage announcement, she figured something official would help, too. At the very least, it would make it nigh impossible for Yukimura-san to change her mind and try and put a stop to this relationship.

“Oh, um, whatever you’re planning on making is fine with me,” he said. Mimi hit the enter key with a dramatic flourish before looking at Jou.

“Really? Nothing in particular you’re craving?” she asked. Jou quickly shook his head.

“No, not really. You can make anything and I’ll eat it,” he told her. Mimi was tempted to push further, but there was something about Jou, both with how he entered the apartment and how stiff (stiffer than normal) he seemed now, that had her figure it would be better to just let it be. He was probably tired from work and still feeling awkward about the new living arrangements. Honestly, she was feeling a bit tired after today, too. After the interview and Yukimura-san grilling her, she had been tempted to take a nap, but there were too many emails to go through about various gigs that she had spent most of the rest of the day dealing with.

Frankly, getting up and doing a little cooking would be therapeutic. With one last post queued up for later in the week, she closed her laptop, then popped up from the couch, stretching her arms above her head. She rolled up the sleeves to the baggy, green sweater she had on, and traipsed to the kitchen, “Feel free to turn the TV to whatever you want!”

“Oh, this is fine!” Jou said, before finally turning his attention to the television and actually focusing on it; spending a few moments paying attention to whatever situational comedy Mimi had on. He furrowed his brow as the two leads talked in a bar, trying to piece together whatever they were talking about. Something about a job, it seemed.

Jou couldn’t help but roll his eyes, a low sigh falling from his lips, “Well, I can relate to that…” he thought bleakly.

“I’m…” he started, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of the chair’s arms, at which he immediately released his grip, “I’m going to clean up before dinner!”

“Ok!” Mimi called back cheerily. As Jou pushed himself up, he glanced over to the kitchen to see Mimi working on chopping something. He ducked his head and quickly retreated to his room, hoping that splashing a little cold water on his face would help ease the knot in his stomach as he considered how to bring up what he heard earlier at dinner.

It didn’t help.

Instead, wiped off his face with a small, pink hand towel (Mimi told him they could get new ones, but he assured her it was fine), and then looked at his reflection, truly noticing his weary expression. Another sigh fell from his lips, this one fuller than when the television seemed to get its own little jab in at him. The two of them were friends, so bringing up something shouldn’t have felt so tough.

He leaned back down to splash some more water in his face, then sat on the edge of his bed until she called to let him know about dinner. He swallowed thickly, his footsteps plodding down the hall, body heavy, the weight of his nerves fully pushing down on him, waiting for just the right moment to burst out in their usual anxious fashion. The smell of dinner, though, managed to set him at ease. He’d never eaten Mimi’s food, but if it tasted half as good as it smelled, it would probably be the perfect panacea after a long day.

“It’s not much,” she said as he sat down, “But I’m starting to run low on groceries, so hopefully you don’t mind.” Before he could assure her it was fine, she rounded the corner from the kitchen, carrying two plates of curry rice. As she set them down, Jou had to stop himself from drooling. “Unfortunately I didn’t have the ingredients for miso soup, or I’d make that, too. Sorry.”

She had a sheepish grin on her face as she sat down, but Jou couldn’t stop from staring at his plate incredulously. It looked like a simple plate of curry rice, but something about it smelled… better than curry rice usually did. Fuller and more bold. It was hard to tear his eyes away from it, immaculately plated as it was, with each item taking up half the plate perfectly, and no curry spilling onto the rice. However, he closed his eyes and held his hands to his chest.

“Thank you for this food,” he said, then opened his eyes and stared down at the food again. After the day he had this… was much needed. She watched with anticipation as he took his first bite. He closed his eyes and chewed, unable to help but let out a sigh of satisfaction with his mouth full. There was a warmth that filled his entire body that was unlike anything else. Jou was always the type to prioritize convenience in eating: quick meals, protein bars, things he could eat on the go or at his desk in a few minutes. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a good, homemade meal like this. He finally opened his eyes after he swallowed, and Mimi was leaning forward, practically on the edge of her seat, as her eyes gleamed with anticipation.

“This is… This is incredible, Mimi-kun,” he told her, unable to hold back the smile on his face. Mimi’s smile grew even wider than before and she clapped her hands together.

“Oh, I’m so glad! It’s been a while since I’ve made this!” she told him. Now that Jou had taken his first bite, Mimi had decided now she could eat, and took her first bite, too.

“It tastes… different compared to the other curry rice I’ve had in the past,” Jou started, tapping his finger on the table as he tried to recall just what specifically it was, “Not in a bad way! There’s just something about it that tastes… different. Better. Fuller?” Jou cocked his head to the side as he looked down at the curry, with small chunks of potato and carrot.

“I’d tell you, but my recipe is a secret,” she said with a playful wink, before she dug in again. Jou blinked, then laughed gently.

“Alright, alright. That’s fair enough, I suppose,” he said with a light shrug.

“Don’t worry, this is only the tip of the iceberg with my recipes!” she chirped happily, “I’ll make sure to make you my fried rice soon enough.”

Fried rice sounded pretty good… He couldn’t remember the last time he had fried rice… good fried rice, at least. There’d been more than a few times during his university career where he bought a rather disappointing fried rice late at night while studying, so surely Mimi’s would be better. His stomach rumbled again, thankfully not loud enough for Mimi to hear, and he dug in again.

Thankfully their conversation, combined with the delicious food that was much needed after a long, stressful day, had done a lot to help him calm down. Of course, remembering that there was something he had to bring up caused that stress to rear its ugly head again. It slowly started to appear in his mannerisms as dinner went on: he nervously bounced his leg and had to outright force himself to stop, his spoon tapped the edge of the plate, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at Mimi.

“I just have to ask. It's as simple as that. It’s no big deal. I just… need to ask my wife why the nurses at work know I’m married from her and not me.”

What had his life even become now? He shoved another bite of food in his mouth at that, and as soon as he swallowed, he looked up at Mimi. He had to just say it.

“Uh, Mimi-kun?” he started, his voice shaking and hesitant. She looked up and blinked, still in the midst of chewing her food.

“Hm?”

Suddenly, Jou froze, his mind blank, and he felt small beads of sweat start to prick at his forehead and temples. Everything he wanted to say— which really was just one thing he wanted to say— suddenly flew out of his mind. He sat there, staring at her, lips slightly parted, as his mind tried to reconnect the various wires and neurons needed to actually ask his question. Mimi swallowed and blinked a few more times, waiting for Jou to say, well, anything.

“Jou?” she started, “You were… going to say something?”

Somehow her words managed to stir him just enough, where he could finally string the words in his brain together just as he planned and—

“Why do the nurses know we’re married!?” he blurted out, causing Mimi to jolt upright in surprise. His voice was raised not out of anger but out of shock, as ungraceful as he usually was in a serious situation like this. His stomach dropped and he could feel a bead of sweat along his temple slowly start to slide down, which Jou had to hold back from wiping it away. He could only hope she didn’t see.

Mimi’s shock quickly faded, though, in her usual Tachikawa Mimi manner, and put a bright smile on her face, “From the variety show interview!”

“Variety show interview…?” Jou repeatedly slowly. He furrowed his brow, tasting the words on his lips, which felt utterly foreign to him.

“Yeah! I checked my phone right after and it was trending already! People are so excited!”

“What variety show interview?” Jou asked immediately after. Mimi stopped, her spoon falling from her grasp as it clattered against the plate, the only sound within the brief, but deafening silence within the apartment. She hissed, a grimace making its way on her face.

“I forgot to tell you, didn’t I?” she asked, voice small and embarrassed. She ducked her head, and sheepish smile on her face as she glanced off to the side.

“Y-Yeah, you did…” Jou said. Mimi swallowed hard and then looked at Jou again.

“Well, my manager wanted to set up an interview segment with this variety show, so I decided to make the announcement there,” she explained. She hoped that by just laying it all out it would help out a bit— that, and the fact that she already shared it with the world.

“You just— you just told everyone that we’re married!?” he asked in shock.

“I didn’t mention your name! I specifically made sure not to say who I was married to. I just said that my husband is shy— which you are— and that I wanted to focus on your privacy. And nobody knows!”

“But why did you say that in the first place?”

“Ok, think about it like this,” she said, leaning in close, “I needed my manager to know that we’re married, right?”

Jou nodded.

“If I just told my manager one on one she might have tried to convince me to break it off. Tell me that we needed to get divorced before anyone found out,” she told him. The gears started turning in Jou’s head and he nodded along.

“So by doing it on a public interview—”

“—Everyone knows, and if we ‘got divorced’ then it would be horrible press.”

“I see, I see…” he said, “It’s… not great, but I guess there weren’t many other options.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she said, “It slipped my mind, honest.”

Jou shook his head, “It’s… It’s ok, Mimi-kun. People were going to have to know eventually. I guess I’m still in a bit of shock that I’m the talk of celebrity gossip— even if people don’t realize it.”

Mimi couldn’t help but laugh, her eyes crinkling as the smile was clear in them at his comment.

“Well, here’s hoping you don’t have to get used to it,” she said, unable to help but keep tittering after, “It’s not fun.” Despite her lighthearted tone, there was a strange sense of seriousness that seemed to exude from Mimi, clear in the way that the smile on her face softened, and Jou furrowed his brow slightly. He opened his mouth, tempted to say something— anything— out of concern, but he stayed quiet. Instead, he sighed and gently tapped his spoon against the plate.

“Yeah… that doesn’t sound pleasant. Hopefully we don’t have to put up with a lot of prying eyes and people whispering…”

“Well I promise that I won’t bring up that we’re married until you’re ready,” she said, pausing for a beat, “Or at all. I mean, you’ll have to meet Yukimura-san and my parents—”

“—And my parents and various business partners of the hospital and my father,” Jou added.

“—Right. But outside of that, we don’t have to talk about it at all if you’re not comfortable with it,” she said. Jou smiled softly and nodded once.

“That works.” He was sure Mimi was able to tell just as easily as him that soon enough it would get out— if there were times they’d be seen in public together, or at some sort of event for the hospital, then people would hear. It was inevitable— a fact that had his stomach tighten itself up in knots— but it was something he’d just have to grin and bear. He would greatly relish the last weeks of invisibility he had, hold onto them as tight as possible, and figure out how to navigate the world knowing he was married to Mimi Tachikawa.

They pivoted to small talk as they finished up dinner, both glad to have the reprieve from the heavy air that lingered around them. Once they were done, Jou grabbed the plates and headed to the kitchen.

“Are you sure?” Mimi asked, turning to look at him, resting her arm on the back of the chair.

“Of course,” Jou said simply, “You made dinner, so the least I can do is clean up.”

Mimi beamed, “Well, I won’t say no! I appreciate it,” she said, “But if you do want any help, let me know.” She watched him reach for a sponge on the counter as he began washing the dishes.

“It’s fine, really.”

“Thanks,” she said, her ears perking up as her phone dinged across the apartment. She popped up from her seat with her usual energy and skipped over to the couch. She plopped herself down and swiped her phone from the coffee table, leaning back.

Another exasperated message from Miyako, filled with question marks, exclamation points, and emojis, popped up on her phone’s home screen.

Oh. Right.

Mimi hissed, gritting her teeth as she realized she had held off on telling everyone that had spammed her phone. Lots of “I’ll tell you later, lots to do!” texts fired off in response and yet she had said nothing since. She had no idea how she wanted to even broach the topic, and as she looked over at Jou again, still working dutifully at washing the dishes, she couldn’t help but wonder what he would think. He wanted to keep this secret, but these were their friends, and her family, of course.

“Hey, Jou?” she finally called out, her voice wavering slightly. She kept looking over at him, almost expectantly, but he kept at work.

“Yes?”

“What about our friends?” he asked. Jou looked up from the sink, brow furrowed in confusion. Mimi breathed out an incredulous laugh and shook her head. She wondered how, for someone so smart, he missed the little things like this so easily. It was funny, enough to leave a smile on her face.

“Are we going to tell them about the marriage?” she asked slowly, watching with amusement as realization dawned on his face.

“Oh.”

“I mean, I had Miyako and Sora ask me about it, and Taichi started freaking out about kissing a married woman,” she laughed, though the mortified look on Jou’s face simply grew. “You look like I just broke your brain. Are you ok?”

“I-I-I mean I know people know about us, it’s just… surprising that all our friends are asking,” he said. He pursed his lips, deep in thought for a moment, then shook his head, “No, not that, more just that they don’t know…”

“I didn’t tell them, I told you that I wouldn’t do that! They’re just surprised that I haven’t told them yet,” she said.

“O-Oh, well I didn’t mean to imply you would, Mimi-kun!” he insisted, “I’m sorry, it’s just, I figured you would’ve told our friends.”

“It’s ok,” she giggled, “It was hard not to tell anyone yet! I haven’t even told my parents!” she said, “I just wanted to know if you were ok with me telling them. I know we’re going to tell our parents, and it’s not like our friends will tell everyone, but I wanted to make sure.”

Jou turned off the faucet, dried off the pot Mimi used to make dinner, then walked from the kitchen to the living room, “Well…” he started, scratching his cheek, “They are our friends. And we can trust them not to tell anyone.”

He stopped behind the chair he was sitting in earlier, placed his arms against it and leaned forward, looking at Mimi with concern still on his face, “I don’t think it’s a bad idea…”

“…But…?” Mimi continued slowly, raising one eyebrow at him curiously.

He shrugged weakly, unable to stop his right leg from bouncing gently, “No but. They’re our friends. If we’re going to pretend to be married, they’ll have to know sooner or later. We should tell them,” he said. The grin that instantly appeared on Mimi’s face was bright, practically blinding, and Jou could feel a pit growing in his stomach. He rounded the chair and sat down, watching silently as Mimi started tapping away, that grin still on her face as she had to hold back from tittering to herself. He swallowed hard.

“Ok, I’m sure my phone will blow up in just a few, but they know!”

God, all their friends knew. It would help sell the illusion that they were married, but Jou really wasn’t looking forward to Taichi and Yamato blowing up his phone asking a million questions about how it happened. Frankly, the longer he could put off telling everyone about it, the better, because he was still trying to mentally prepare himself for telling his father. He lingered on it far too much at work today after Harada-kun talked with that other nurse about Mimi being married, and it just left him more panicked about the idea.

“By the way, sorry to throw another thing your way,” Mimi started, and his head whipped over to her so fast that he even surprised himself. He blinked. “But we need to buy rings.”

Jou’s jaw dropped in an instant. That hadn’t even occurred to him— well it had vaguely occurred to him— but it had left just as quickly given how many other things he had to panic about with this whole fake marriage.

“I… I guess we do, yes…” he said slowly, his gaze slowly falling to his left hand. He tried to picture a band around his ring finger, but struggled.

“They won’t have to be expensive or anything, the last thing I’d want is for us to break the bank on this,” Mimi said lightly with a wave of her hand, still smiling as if nothing was wrong, while Jou was still trying to comprehend the idea. “But I think some simple wedding bands will be nice and help sell it to everyone.”

Jou nodded slowly as she spoke, “We should, yes,” he agreed, “I do have tomorrow off, if we want to handle it then,” he suggested as he slowly looked up at her. His stomach tied itself up in knots and he almost regretted bringing it up. There was no comfort in the shock on Mimi’s face, either, though at least she managed to regain her composure quickly and easily.

“Sure!” she chirped, “We can always get lunch after?” she asked. Jou still sat with his shoulders in a hard set line and his body stiff. He knew there was no reason to be like this, but there was still the fact, to him at least, that they were so radically different. He could barely understand how she was so easygoing with this.

“Ok,” he said before inhaling deep through his nostrils. He set his hands on his knees and nodded, this time with more energy, “Ok, let’s do it.”

He was terrified, incredibly terrified, but surely ring shopping couldn’t be that bad.

***

Jou still hadn’t replied to any of his friends, who had exploded his phone with messages asking how their whirlwind romance happened, since Mimi had kept the details light in the group chat. He was grateful for Koushiro’s, Hikari’s, and Iori’s lack of prying, though, and it provided a little bit of solace. That solace was quickly washed away by a wave of stress, though, as he and Mimi approached the jewelry store.

Jou craned his neck, looking around to see if anyone had noticed the two of them walking, even with the large sunglasses Mimi put on to help obscure herself. She wore a skirt and a shirt from some sort of streetwear brand he didn’t recognize, paired with a cardigan that made her look effortlessly stylish.

“That’s not exactly difficult to do given she’s a model…” he thought as he looked down at himself, in a simple button up shirt and nice pants. Effortlessly stylish with plain and drab, it was almost humorous, and Jou was just glad they reached the store before he could circle the drain of these self-deprecating thoughts more. He opened the door and followed quietly behind her.

“Tachikawa-san, hello,” a woman greeted her kindly. Mimi waved, while Jou offered the woman a polite nod. “It’s nice to see you.”

“You too! Thanks for taking the time to see us!” Mimi said with her usual bright energy as the two stopped by one of the jewelry cases. The woman glanced between Mimi and Jou slowly, the edge of her lips ticking upwards ever so slightly.

“Of course. If you two will join me back here, I’m sure we’ll have just what you’re looking for,” the lady said as she walked towards the back, with Mimi and Jou following. As they reached a glass case filled with all sorts of extravagant wedding rings that had Jou’s eyes just about bugging out from how many diamonds were engraved in the bands.

Mimi looked down at the selection with sparkling eyes, and even Jou had to admit he was impressed with how nice these looked.

“These are beautiful,” Mimi gushed, “Oh, that one in the back with the princess cut is incredible.”

“We can get you sized for that one, if you want?” the lady asked. Mimi shook her head.

“Oh, no, as lovely as it is, we just want to go simple,” Mimi said. She reached behind her to grab Jou’s arm, and pulled him forward gently. With her other hand she patted his arm and smiled, “We just want some simple wedding bands.”

The woman raised her eyebrows slowly in surprise, “Oh,” she said, “We can do that, yes. If you’ll follow me.”

She led the two over to the next case and slowly gestured her arm across it, “I think you’ll both appreciate these. Very understated but elegant. They would be perfect for you both,” she explained.

“What do you think about these?” Mimi asked, eyes flitting up to Jou before she looked back down in the case. Jou’s brow furrowed and he swallowed hard.

“…I do like it, yes,” Jou said with a nod, “I think they’d look really nice. I’m not one for anything showy, so… If Mimi is fine with it, I think we’ll take them.”

“Yes!” Mimi cheered, clapping her hands together, “Well take two of them, please!” She turned to look at Jou, her hands clasped together, “Oh they’re going to look so nice! And they’ll match, too!”

Jou felt himself get hot under the collar as both Mimi and the employee looked his way. He offered Mimi an awkward smile, while the lady opened the case.

“Let me get both of your ring sizes, then,” she said.

It was simple, but Jou was still left completely uncomfortable. Mimi, of course, had no issue, and simply chatted up the woman while she got Mimi’s ring size. Less than ten minutes later, Jou and Mimi had their rings on. Mimi nudged Jou as she pressed against him, causing him to jump in place.

“Come on, hold your hand next to mine!” she said. Jou held his right hand next to her left, eliciting giggles from her and the worker. “No no, your left hand! I’m going to take a picture of our rings!” she insisted as Jou ducked his head sheepishly.

“Why are you going to take a picture of our rings?” he asked, going along with it anyways. Mimi held her phone back with her right hand, sticking her tongue out and closing her right eye to try and get the perfect shot. She took a few moments, then Jou heard the telltale sound of her phone’s camera going off. She took a moment to to admire it, then looked up at Jou.

“Well I’m going to post it on social media and send it to our friends and my parents!” she chirped happily. She saw the way Jou’s eyes widened with fear and his jaw dropped and held up a hand, “No one will know who you are! I just want to show all my fans my ring! It’ll be fiiiiiiiiiine,” she insisted. Jou slowly closed his mouth.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Mimi— the opposite, really— but even a picture of his hand on the internet for all to see left him on pins and needles. He said nothing, instead offering Mimi a smile and a node. She returned the smile for a moment before looking back down at her phone.

“And our friends will love this picture, too!”

Jou suddenly felt the weight of the phone in his pocket, filled to the brim with unanswered texts, and groaned internally.

***

[Yagami Taichi]: Congrats on the marriage! Too bad you didn’t tell us beforehand, Yamato and I would’ve thrown a killer party for you!

[Inoue Miyako]: I know you’re a great guy and I trust you but make sure you treat Mimi-neesan right!

[Izumi Koushiro]: Congratulations.

[Takenouchi Sora]: One of you needs to tell me how this happened because Mimi still hasn’t said anything!

Those messages and more remained unanswered all the way through the next day as he was back to the hospital. That, alongside the silver band on his ring finger, left him off balance and distracted. He kept his left hand in his pocket or otherwise obscured when he could, still gun shy about the idea of revealing this work that he had suddenly gotten married.

Thankfully he had been able to keep himself focused just enough to push past that fog. The morning had been busy and had left him occupied enough to the point where the near constant internal panic had just been occasional. He was nervous yesterday when he and Mimi went to get lunch after picking up their rings, worried a fan of hers would come up to her, take pictures, and figure out his identity to paste all over the internet, but nothing happened.

Despite what a big name Mimi was, no one wanted to bother her. Did they not recognize her? Or did they just want to be polite? Were people already speculating who he was? Jou’s stomach started to twist in knots as his brain once again fell into its usual panic. It didn’t help that he was on his way to his father’s office to drop off some files. He still hadn’t told his parents or his brothers yet, and while he was sure his brothers would probably be happy, there was a quiet fear about his parents’ reaction, if only because this wasn’t standard at all. He (supposedly) had a secret relationship and eloped on a whim without telling his parents— his very traditional, strait-laced parents who ingrained those same ideals and principles in him since he was a child— and he could only imagine the look of disappointment in his father’s cold eyes, or the way his mother would shake her head with her fingers on her temples.

He swallowed thickly as he approached the door to his father’s office, left hand curled up into a loose fist to knock on the solid oak, when the knob started to turn. Jou barely held back a yelp as he stumbled back a few steps, blinking in surprise as Kitamura walked out.

“Oh, Kido-sensei, good to see you,” Kitamura said with a lopsided smile, “Hope I wasn’t keeping you too long.”

Jou slowly shook his head, “Oh, not at all. Please, don’t worry,” Jou said with a nod, “I just got here.”

“I wish I could stay and chat, but I have to check up on a patient right away,” Kitamura said. Jou shook his head.

“Don’t let me stop you,” he said, and Kitamura was off in an instant. Jou looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow before he looked back at the now open door and sped inside.

“Hello sir,” Jou said with a bow of his head as he gently closed the door behind him. His father was focused on his computer, jaw clenched and brow furrowed in frustration. He didn’t even so much as acknowledge him, and Jou carefully stepped forward, setting the manila folder of documents on his father’s desk.

“I brought those files you needed. They’re all there,” Jou said, voice cracking, which caused him to wince immediately, “There was also something I wanted to…”

His father let out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t have the time. Kitamura has to go visit his in-laws early, so I need to figure out what to do for this business lunch.”

“I-I could do it!” Jou said, eyes shooting wide open. His father let out a huff.

“No.”

“I’ll bring my wife,” Jou said immediately after. He couldn’t let this opportunity slip out of his fingers. If he could just convince his father…

“Wife?” he asked, finally turning his attention to his son with a look of disbelief. Jou held up his left hand to reveal his wedding band, which caused his father’s expression to become severe again. “Wife?”

“I… I meant to tell you and mother, but it was sort of spur of the moment,” Jou winced.

“You eloped?” his father asked, wholly unamused as Jou nodded, “Why the hell would you do something like that?”

“I know it seems like a surprise, but we wanted to keep our relationship quiet because of her job. We decided to get married last week and we were planning on telling everyone soon.”

“Her job?” his father repeated, “Now I’m afraid of what kind of woman you’ve brought into our family.”

“She’s a great woman,” Jou insisted, “I promise, you’ll love her when you meet her.”

“I hope so,” his father said with a sigh. After a moment of thought, he closed his eyes, pulled his glasses up, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. I’ll send you the details. Make sure you don’t embarrass me, these are longtime business partners of mine, and I’m not going to risk losing their support.”

“I promise, we won’t let you down,” Jou said, unable to contain the smile on his face. Sure, his father was being unnecessarily mean to Mimi, but he would change his mind as soon as he met her— he had no idea how anyone could hate Mimi, it was practically impossible.

“Your mother, you, and I will still have to talk with you about this,” his father told him. Jou nodded.

His father shooed him out right after, but Jou still felt hopeful. This was the first step to getting his father to take him seriously. He had to tell Mimi and make sure she could make it, but everything was hopefully looking up. Maybe he could earn his father’s job and his pride one day. If he did? He’d owe Mimi for the rest of his life.

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POV: that genre of wattpad books

I woke up early in my bedroom and spent a few minutes staring at myself in the mirror. My pretty, symmetrical face with full lips, small nose and incredibly big light blue eyes with purplish undertones looked sleepy - more sleepy than usual, in fact. I threw my long, wavy, brown hair into a messy bun and put on skinny jeans and a crop top. My outfit perfectly highlighted my features: curvy hips, long, model-like legs, chest area and tiny tiny waist.

I ran down the stairs to the kitchen, where my mum was eating her breakfast.

«Oh, hi, honey», she said. «How did you sleep last night?»

«Bad», I complained. «You know I have anxiety disorder and insomnia. Of course it was bad.»

«I'm so sorry. Here, have breakfast.»

«I'm not hungry, mum», I said, as I looked around and noticed that our kitchen looked different: very clean and polished.

«Oh, if I were you, I would rather eat something filling», she said. «You have a big day coming.»

«What do you mean?» I asked, searching for my glasses. Unfortunately, I don't have any troubles with my sight, so these are fake. I wear them, because I'm a nerd. «Today is Sunday. I don't even go to school today», I said, completely throwing under the table the fact that I don't go to school anyway: after all, I am smarter than all of my peers and I absolutely despise the educational system here in America.

«Well... I have news for you. Please promise me you won't get mad. The thing is... I sold you to a band.»

I looked at her. Her eyes were very sad and she seemed worried.

«You did what?» I asked, convinced that there is some sort of misunderstanding going on.

«That's right, honey. I sold you to a music band.»

«Mum... you do realise it's a federal crime, don't you?»

«I'm sorry, my love. I had no other choice. Your father's multibillionaire firm filed for bankruptcy. We needed to sell you to survive.»

I couldn't say a word. My mum sighed, sipped from her cup and fixed the sleeve of her snow white vintage Chanel sweater, throwing a long look at her golden rings and expensive watches.

«Besides», she added, «you know that inflation is terrible right now. We need to diversify our investment portfolio. Hence why we decided to sell you.»

«This must be a joke», I murmured. «How could dad go broke? He runs mafia. He's basically a government official right now. There is no way he could do that to us.»

«There's a new mafia boss in town», my mum explained. «His name starts with J. But enough talk, your new owners are here.»

The door opened and a bunch of asian-looking dudes entered the room. One of them started speaking and I couldn't understand a word.

I started to have a suspicion that my mother didn't sell me to a band, but to a Chinese government instead.

«Hello?» I said, gaining control over the situation. Men looked at me and gasped at my beauty.

«Good morning, Adrianelle», one of them said calmly, with his deep, velvety voice. «My name is Kim Namjoon. We are here to take care of you.»

He then turned to my mum and said:

«Can we pay with cash? We wanna avoid taxes. Already paying enough of those in our motherland.»

I smirked. He gave my mum a stock of dollar bills. I started to feel a little cheap: it was not a lot of money.

Maybe I should just call the Internal Revenue System? They all would get arrested. But I couldn't, just looking at the insanely handsome man paying my mum. Such a shame. A man this fine should never spend his lifetime in prison.

Besides, they probably are famous, which means they wouldn't be persecuted anyway. This is how justice works.

I know about it, because I'm extraordinarily smart and superior to everyone.

My mum waved at me.

«Bye, hon», she said, as she proceeded to eat her breakfast. She didn't seem very devastated for someone who has just engaged in human trafficking.

Oh, anyways. I might as well call Vice News. They could be interested in that story, right?

«Are you nervous?» Namjoon asked.

I found this question inappropriate. We're not in the bedroom. Why should I be nervous? He doesn't look intimidating.

«I'm not», I shouted. «My dad is a mafia boss. He won't let any of you hurt me.»

Someone laughed. It was one of the boys. He was tall, handsome, he had black hair and beautiful smile. And huge biceps, too.

«Wow, you must be working out a lot», I said, while flirtatiously throwing my hair off the shoulder.

«No, princess», he said charmingly. «I was born this way».

«Jungkook!» Namjoon shouted. «You two could talk later. We have to go. The airplane is waiting.»

I ran outside just to have my thoughts confirmed. A big private airplane landed at the backyard of our mansion.

«I must apologize», Namjoon added without any accent, but with adorable smile. «We probably broke a couple laws by parking here. However, we had no choice. It was all Jin's decision. He wanted to impress you.»

«Don't worry about that», I said with a big smile on my face. «Nobody cares about laws in this country anyways. Not even those who make them.»

The rest of the guys showed up as well. They gathered around the plane, and, since I was standing next to the plane, around me.

I noticed Jungkook's gaze as he scanned my body with his sharp eyes. I blushed, blinked and got nervous. Shiver went down my spine, making my hands tremble. There was something about this man and his playful, yet so serious look. I immediately understood that he has deep secrets and dark past he tries to cover by putting on a facade.

Someone turned around.

«Oh shit!» he shouted in Korean.

He had every reason to do so.

It was three black cars, driving down the street. They stopped right in front of our house. Armed men started getting out of the cars.

«Fuck!» one of the other guys screamed. «The CIA stalked us! They know we're here!»

I almost choked. However, there was no time for choking.

«GET IN THE PLANE!» Namjoon shouted, and I kind of liked that. I wish he talked like that more.

«What happens if I don't?» I whispered with a naughty yet innocent look on my face.

«Then I'll throw you on my shoulder and bring inside myself!»

«You can't do that», other guy interfered. «That is harassment. On top of that, that is rude.»

«Hurry up!» someone shouted. «They are close!»

I ran into the plane. Boys followed me, and the plane immediately took off. I looked through the window and noticed the ground quickly go further and further. I realised my life would now drastically change; but I was excited for the future and didn't think about the aftermath.

#bad fanfiction

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tabletopbrainrot · 2 years ago

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My face when my phone has done nothing but ding in the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers jingle all day

Now then uhhhh... Weekly recap?

Sunday game:

Our replacement for our Owlin Monk has showed up, they're an Assassin Rogue/Drakewarden and they're suspicious as hell. My dragon hating Drow is already barely stomaching one dragon in the party, now we have Spooky Toothless and their pet noble.

Now why is this suspicious you ask? They're from the capital city, so far behind enemy lines that there is no reasonable explanation for how they got there... And hunting displacer beasts sure as hell ain't it.

Our Drow Monk got feebleminded and unfeebleminded in the span of like two sessions. She's basically a cat when at 1int

Our Witch( hag wizard) is so low on resources that it's not funny, I don't think we could squeeze a spell slot out of her if we tried.

Kobold Paladin is just chilling, also might be the key to reintroducing a lost magic used by the divine to create souls to the world.. where did souls come from before this? Great question couldn't tell you if you had a gun to my head

Me? Drow Fighter also just chilling nothing to say other than, tried to earn the trust of a Gloomstalker(Explorers Guide to Wildmount creature, not the really good ranger subclass) after one tried to once again kindnap the Owlin didn't go so well sadly..

(Dog)Centaur Ranger helping us navigate this mess of an underground labyrinth, can't really say anything bad is happening to him he's just rolling survival really.

When this session ended we had found an abandoned minecart station full of intricate clockwork, and at the far end there was a shadow dragon seemingly stuck in a time loop? Or causing one? It pings as Winter Fey, Dragon, and Undead to the ranger. The party wants me to do something given my alleged Winter Court affiliation. So yeah that'll be fun

Tuesday game:

Aka I swear hand on a holy book of your choice it's not Fate

No session this week so a recap of last, we basically hot dropped into the center of the Woad warrior tribe our Fighter is from, and things were hell chaos creatures being vomited out of multiple purple worms, and an impenetrable barrier keeping anyone from escaping.

Our Illithid friend remarked about how dangerous it was for the choir to be away from the capital city, and offered to get us into the central command worm in exchange for allowing them to evacuate the choir. We agree even though we know this will make our lives harder and get ported into the worm and lead into a kill chamber with a red dracolich under the control of a Illithid wizard with a Roman name I can't even remember off hand.

We spend time whittling away at the dragon in our various ways, including our Woad Fighter burning an ability to reroll key events allowing me to crit a shot from my Spelljammers main cannon (20d10+4d8 my DMs face was such a meme, literally slap it on a sticker I swear)

Unfortunately for us the keyword of Dracolich is infact lich so even after all that and our Hobgoblin Irish king with no serial numbers filed off with a dragon slaying sword beating on it, it still gets back up. However our Squidly friend goes full Senate on the wizard and stabs him in the back telling him Caesar sends his regards and breaks the Dracolich's phylactery. Session ends before we see this choir, we'll deal with this next time.

Lancer:

⚠️⚠️We're playing Stolen Crown I can't really spoiler tag so you've been warned⚠️⚠️

• We stop one Ragnarok themed Mecha Kaiju assault, only for two more to kick off, despite us being very dumb we did decide to not split the party and sadly could only directly help one clan that was under attack. Cue Eikþyrnir, which would have had so much advantage, and could have collapsed the caves we were in, except one two many things first of all being I don't care about your Razor Swarms DM I have a Tempest Charged Blade, two we have a Manticore, Three our Sherman is going to use the full reactor or else.

So our Manticore swapped places with Eikþyrnir, and I ran up and Structured it with one swing, triggered executioner and hit the Silverhoof with the back swing and Molten Wreath. Bless our Death's Head's heart, the lad is in constant suffering after getting Gallagher'd by Jörmungandr last session but did pop Eikþyrnir which basically let us take our time, also fuck hornets all my homies hate hornets.

The underground Kaiju fighter clan is saved temporary reward get!

• Cue mysterious radio broadcast, The guerilla insurgent that still thought they were fighting Seccom reaches out to negotiate, we agree to meet.

The DM improvises us a whole narrative clock check system trying to get this person to understand that times have changed and if the people of Sparr really wanted out of Union while it would take time the request would be honored. This whole scene mostly consisted of our single actual Union employee being fed information from the two mercenary Sparraboos known as Coyote and Vermin.

Despite Foundry's best efforts we pass and flipped Yennval's most radicalized guerilla.

• Which leads to us being warned about Huginn and Muninn and having backup in the form of an ace pilot, Yennval is redirecting power somewhere we have to stop this.. now if you've seen my last post... And I repeat who are you people? You'll know that I've been using a liberal interpretation of how [Total Strength Suite I] works, meaning I've been running, dashing, throwing a cover halfway through the second dash, then using [Xaioli's Ingenuity/Tenacity] for more movement by breaking the rock, triggering it again and hitting another target on the map to reset my counter to break the power poles while the most epic of ace combat dogfights is going on in the background.

Unfortunately we didn't stop Yennval from doing her thing, now like some unhinged 3D vtuber concert she's rising from her hidden bunker on the back of a spaceship shouting some unhinged shit..

I don't wanna kill this local god entity I'll be real, and I feel like that'll polarize the locals, but uhhh she's been off her gourd for over 500 years and something's gotta give.

Next session tomorrow the DM is hype and so are we, I think they've found this shit blog too from the meme so by all means expand anything you think I skimmed too much.

#dnd #5e #dnd 5e #lancer rpg #lancerttrpg #new teammates are scary #why are the Illithids so Roman #NHP are eldritch vtubers prove me wrong #I pray the rest of my groups do not find this blog #if you know me no you don't

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college boyfriend! ☆ stray kids hyung line.

stray kids hyung line x gn! reader. contains: fluff, headcanons. no warnings ahead! disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

BANG CHAN...

majors in music. he's set on being a sound engineer, thus spending hours in the music lab. if he doesn't answer your texts for hours, you know where to find him. just head to the music lab and you'll find him writing lyrics. (that are most likely inspired by you!)

we've all established this but this man overworks, alright. forgets about the concept of time. you'd have to bring him lunch and drag him out by dinner. because if you don't, this man will panic when he sees the clock strike 10 pm and nobody's in the campus. even more panic when he remembers he has an eight a.m class the next day.

god forbid if you're the one studying too much though... not under his watch! he’ll make sure you have all your three meals! remembers your class schedule, even your exam schedule. takes you for rewards after your study sessions. ice cream at the closest froyo store, croffles at the campus cafe... you name it!

your full time driver. he would not let you walk! not under his watch! grocery runs, doctor's appointment, club activity... your faculty is a ten minute walk from your dorm, yet he will insist on driving you to your faculty. if you insist on reducing carbon emissions — he’ll gladly walk with you.

would 100% gift you a bike to go to class with too. chan would do anything in his power to make life easier for you. whether it be driving you anywhere you want, ordering food for you, or even make a doctor’s appointment for you — he does these little things just to ease some burden off you.

he's a great study buddy. you're guaranteed to get your work done with him. he'd slip in encouraging notes between your text book pages, and would grab a quick snack between sessions. if he sees you get too stressed, he'll take your hand and soothingly rub them as he whispers encouraging words.

LEE KNOW...

biggest tease, truly! the kind of boyfriend to stick his tongue out at you when you walk past him in the corridors.

doesn't mean he's not a softie as well! sometimes he’d cook you lunch boxes, especially for the days where you have non stop classes. yes, he loves being a pain in your ass, but he also loves you <3 would do anything to see the joy in your face as he hands you a lunchbox <3

he enjoys doing chores with you. whether it be buying groceries, or doing the laundry at the laundromat, he enjoys having you as company as he does them. it's a sunday routine for the two of you to get groceries together, then do your laundry. the day ends with him making dinner for the two of you.

minho would take you on walks, in pursuit of stray cats. he'd bring some treats along, and feed any strays you both find in the neighbourhood. this happens so often, that the neighbourhood ladies have grown fond of the two of you!

overtime, you'd end up adopting a cat with him. it just couldn't be helped! the sweet kitten keeps on following the two of you... how could minho not take it home? lets you name the cat just to see you happy.

also i feel like he'd get twitter just to slander you. picture this, you wake up on a random day and see a twitter notification. turns out it's just your boyfriend mentioning you in a tweet that says something like, "y/n stinks." it's fun to him.

occasionally tags you in pictures of cats and bunnies though.

SEO CHANGBIN...

such a dependable boyfriend, truly.

car broke down? call him, he'll know what to do. forgot to print out your assignments? e-mail him the file and sit tight, he'll print them out for you. the sink is leaking? he knows who to call. he's a dependable boyfriend, willing to do anything for you.

though dependable, he absolutely loves being babied. finds the most comfort in holding you.

just finished class? he's calling for u to come over and cuddle. he just got back from the gym? going straight to your dorm to cuddle. he is touch starved and you need to entertain him.

takes you out for shopping sprees! it's okay if your money is tight for the month, his credit card exists for a reason. for you to abuse of course! if you refuse, he'll say that it's reward for studying today.

sometimes you'll randomly receive a package by the door and it's from him. your eyes would linger at an item for a second longer and he'd immediately buy it and have it sent to you.

he's the type of person to visit his family every weekend. no, you won't find him in his dorm on a saturday. he had most likely drove to his parents' for the weekend. overtime, when you get more serious in your relationship, he'd take you to his weekly visits home.

brings you to his mama and would adoringly watch you cook with her.

if there's a weekend he comes home and you don't, his mother will literally ask for you. so you might as well just visit every weekend!

it's okay because weekends spent at his = less money to spend on food.

HWANG HYUNJIN...

roommates to lovers trope

how could he not fall in love with you, his roommate who’s so sweet, and so caring?

a shy boyfriend, yet he doesn't shy away from little gestures of affection in public! holds your hand as you stroll, also fond of putting his hand in your back pocket. he'd happily wait by your lecture hall, a cup of your favourite drink in hand. imagine him in a varsity jacket, hair a little messy, leaning against the wall as he waits for you to finish your lecture. as soon as he spots you, you’d see his eyes turn just a little brighter, and his smile growing a tad bit bigger.

memorizes your schedule by heart. him texting: “you in economics right now? it ends in ten minutes, right? i’ll bring your favourite drink <3” is a normal occurence.

all of your friends adore him. how could they not? he’s shy, respectful, and treats you well. buys you flowers for no reason. you’ll come home and see a bouquet of fresh flowers in a vase, with a cute little note from him <3 would doodle in the note too hehe.

impromptu dates, always! he’d wake you up from a nap and show you that he already set up an indoors picnic. a blanket sprawled in the living room, with your favorite snacks lined up. brings you to a flower field he discovered on a random monday, after class.

hyunjin's the type of boyfriend that would walk around with you, in search of new places you can call your spot. so far, he has three “our spot”, them being a flower field, a cafe that’s a hidden gem, and a secluded table by a window in the college library.

shares his clothes with you. you share a house together, might as well just mix the laundry and freely use each other’s clothes! pull up to college in a sweatshirt of his, and he’ll coo and call you his sweet angel. still gets butterflies every time he sees you in his clothes!! which is pretty much everyday!! still!! he thinks you look so cute in them.

if your jackets don’t fit him, he’ll just tie them around his waist. just wants a piece of you with him, really.

he’s an art major. you’re consistently his subject of art, especially when the assignment is a portrait! uses his assignments as an excuse to paint you. the reward is kisses.

listening to music together in the train to campus. one earbud in his ear, another in yours. you two thrive in comfortable silence, just leaning against each other as soft music plays in your ears.

slow dancing sessions to relieve stress. just swaying with him in the living room, the sound of your giggles filling in the atmosphere.

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foreverrandomwritings · 2 years ago

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Hi again! I have another request for your celebration! How about do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? (2) and resting your head gently on their shoulder (1) with Bob Floyd? 💙❤️

Happy Birthday

Summary: 2 prompts from my mini celebration. This is also a gift for @wkndwlff thank you for being such an awesometastic person!💙🥳

Pairing:Robert “Bob” Floyd x Fiancé!Reader

Warnings:Fluff, drinking(all of age), illusions to smut if you squint and I think that’s it. Kinda 18+

Wordcount:1483

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Bob had had this whole week planned out down to every last detail. Your birthday was something he took very seriously. Unfortunately he had missed your last birthday due to a deployment. So he made sure to make up for it this year. He had just gotten back from a deployment and was on the last week of a 3 week leave. So he didn't need to worry about getting time off. He had made sure you had off work for the week as well. Though being an author between books you could make your own schedule.

You and Bob had doordashed food from your favorite restaurant deciding to stay in and watch X-Files per your usual Sunday night routine. When Bob had asked you to answer the door you hadn’t thought much of it thinking it was your food. When you opened the door to see your best friend standing on your doorstep with a suitcase you were shocked. Throwing yourself at her she barely caught you in a tight hug. Thankful she had worn shoes with good traction. After a minute you pulled back with your hands on her shoulders, mouth wide.

“Are you just going to leave me standing here or are you going to invite me in?” She had asked you, a smile breaking out across her face. Ushering her in you went back to the living room sitting down on the couch with your Fiance.

“How in the world did you get here?” You asked her, the surprise still evident in the way you were staring at her. She shrugged her shoulders glancing at the man sitting next to you. That had you turning your head to look at him. “Bobby, did you fly her here?” You asked him sweetly though you already knew the answer. His blue eyes shined under his government appointed glasses. A blush worked its way onto his face under your lovestruck gaze.

“I knew how much you guys missed each other darlin. Those facetime calls just weren’t cutting it anymore so I figured I’d bring her out here to spend some time with you.” He told you his country drawl was thick from the short time he had spent at home. You felt an overwhelming rush of happiness take over you. “I got the whole week planned for us. There will be a few days that'll be just us and some just you two.”

“What’re you going to do on the days you aren’t with Bob and I?” You asked your best friend. The worry of her just sitting around while out here worrying you.

“Bobby boy's front seater is going to take me sightseeing.” She said with a reassuring smile on her face. You turned to Bob at that response, giving him a look. The two of you knew that they would be perfect together and had been trying to figure out a way to set them up. You were going to speak up but the doorbell rang before you could. This time Bob got up laying a hand on your knee as he did it, giving it a light squeeze as he passed you.

“I got food for all of us, don't worry.” His blue eyes meeting your own. The rest of the night was very relaxing. You guys ate and joked around and watched X-Files. As the hands on the clock moved closer to 1am the three of you decided to retreat for the night. Bob carried the suitcase to the guest room. While the two of you cleaned up from dinner. Laying in bed that night you thanked Bob repeatedly before drifting off to sleep excited for the week ahead.

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

The week flew by in a swirl of surprises and happiness. Monday morning you woke up to flowers and a note from Bob telling you that he got you and your best best friend reservations at the fancy brunch place in town. The two of you got up and made your way there. The restaurant was amazing and had a delicious dye free sangria. Then the two of you went to the aquarium that wasn’t far from the restaurant.

Your actual birthday was spent with Bob, the morning was simple, laying in bed lazy kisses shared. Sweet words of love whispered between touches. He had found an art exhibit that he knew you would be interested in, the inspiration was John Pollock. Then the two of you would cook dinner at home. He had planned a nice chicken parmesan pasta dish paired with a bottle of your favorite wine.

Wednesday consisted of you, Bob, your best friend and Phoenix going on a hike. Luckily it was an overcast day and the weather wasn’t terrible so you spent the whole day on trails. A competitive game of hide and seek took place. Bob of course won, the man was a stealth pilot. The occasional snack break was taken and loads of polaroids were snapped.

Your favorite day however was Thursday. Bob and you slept in, once you woke up you had both made breakfast and Bob gave you a gift. He bought you both a set of legos. So the two of you set up shop in the living room huddled around the coffee table with music flowing in the background. The both of you had to take a break at one point. Bob had been biting his lip in concentration on a difficult part of the Legos. There was no way you were keeping your hands to yourself with the way his tongue dipped out of his mouth and soothed the area he was previously biting.

Friday went smoothly, your best friend was meant to fly out the next night so you spent the morning with her at the beach. Then you and Bob went to go and see a movie before heading back home. Phoenix had called Bob and asked if he could come and get them from the Hard Deck. She was having car troubles and Rooster had already left with some random air bunny that made her way into the bar. The both of you had agreed to get her and your best friend.

Pulling up to the bar it wasn’t as packed as it normally was and the two of you decided to go in and grab a drink with the group. As you reached the doors you noticed that it was pretty quiet inside the bar. But for some reason you didn’t question it and opened the doors.

“SURPRISE!!!” was belted out from the group inside under the “Happy 28th” banner hung up from the ceiling. Then you were swarmed by people. Pats on the backs, high fives, envelopes and a couple small gifts pushed into your hands. There was a blur of dancing and singing and drinking. They had a competition to see who could tell the best dad joke, Javy had won. Bob had finally found an allergy inclusive baker who focused on baked goods void of specified allergens. He had ordered a cake, cupcakes and cookies.

As the celebrations died down Bob had dragged you out to the beach. Laying down on one of the blankets you'd gotten as a gift you were staring up at the sky pointing out different stars and talking about the week and the highlights. Eventually you had fallen into a comfortable silence until Bob interrupted it.

“Hey Darling?” you hummed in reply not taking your eyes from the sky, giving his hand a squeeze that was connected to yours between your bodies. “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” With that you giggled and turned on your side to look at him. He turned on his side as well, blue eyes clashing.

Without answering him you brought a hand to his cheek and closed the space between you two. His hand found it’s way to the side of your neck and his thumb stroked your cheek as he deepened the kiss. He carefully laid you down before getting on top of you.

Your hands slid into his shirt feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen. He slipped a hand down to rest on your hip. As one of your hands came up to cart through his hair. The kiss became needy and passionate until you were both pulling away desperate for oxygen. He peppered your face with kisses which had you giggling before he was rolling onto his back in his previous position. He lifted an arm and wrapped it around your shoulders bringing you into his side. Gently you rested your head on his shoulder. “Thank you so much for this week Bob. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday week.”

“You deserve the world, Darling. I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you get it.” He told you placing a kiss on your forehead.

Tags:

@wkndwlff @sylviebell

Bonus: The joke Javy won with which is a joke that I made up at about 3 in the morning 4 years ago😂

Where did the patella grow up?

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Kneebraska

(Terrible I know)

Another one I made up:

What state did the graphite go to school?

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Pennsylvania

(Also terrible I know)

A/N:Once again thank you T for being so amazing and Happy Birthday! Writing this has also helped me out of my writers block and that's really exciting!

#m mini celebration #bob floyd one shot #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #M hearts T #Happy Birthday

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maximotts · 4 years ago

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𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐣. 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

a/n: It's Week 2 of my Kinktober and this was uhh.. completely unexpected for me to write today. It's not a request, I just wanted to write something soft for @wellsayhelloaagin and it turned out longer than expected so I've decided to post it. She just deserves soft cuddles so.. there ya go

warnings: none tbh, just workaholic wife Jane Banner? slightly upset reader, but really it's just a soft fic

words: 982

kinktober event. || kinktober masterlist. || main masterlist.

“Janeeee…” The blonde turned to look at you from her side of the bed where she was sitting up, case files spread across her lap. At 2am. On a Sunday. She hated giving up, especially when she was so close and while you admired her dedication, especially when she worked on such important things, you would rather she pay attention to something else now. “Stop for the night, you’ve been on this nonstop.”

You were barely awake, laying safely under your shared blankets and cozy as hell. It was nearly perfect; a quiet night, plush pillows adorning your soft mattress, but you were missing a key element- your wife. Jane Banner, stubborn as ever. “I just want to read one more page.” She’d said the same thing 10 pages ago.

“Fine, whatever. Do what you want.” Way past extending your patience, you rolled away from her, giving up the sight of your clearly exhausted wife to instead face the wall before shutting your eyes. You could sleep without her, you did it all the time, but it was harder when she was right there and she’d already been gone so many nights this month. Unfortunately, your body missed her and you hated yourself for it.

Jane muttered something under her breath about you being difficult, reaching for another page that rested just next to your blanket clad hip. Suddenly she was hit with a strange longing, breaking through her work focused thoughts and considering you for a moment. The sight of you curled up on the other side of the bed, purposefully rolled as far away from her as you could without being on the edge, made her feel.. sad, disappointed in herself even. The night before she returned, she’d promised you time with no work interruptions, just the two of you catching up and enjoying each other’s presence and even though she was on the phone, Jane could see your face light up.

She’d truly lucked out with you, a girl so pretty and so understanding of her long hours and determined attitude, always there for her no matter what she got into. The day she came back shot in the shoulder, Jane was sure you’d knocked at least ten nurses into the wall with how many shouts she heard down the hall as you ran to her room. You never left her side, not even when she’d insisted it looked like a worse injury than it actually was. And when she went off on another assignment just a week later, you’d smiled sadly, clearly holding back dissenting words as well as your own tears, but you said you understood and let her go.

So when she came back, having promised alone time, but with a fat stack of information on her newest case, Jane expected you to blow up. But you didn’t. You quickly shifted your carefully laid out plans, deciding on a night in and cooking the two of you something from the pantry that was easy to throw together. After one movie, Jane urged you to go to bed; you were tired, but you wanted to spend time with her so you resisted, but somehow she’d convinced you. It would be easier to work without your upset eyes following her every move.

Once you’d fallen asleep, she started on your work, sitting next to you so you wouldn’t be alone, but then you’d woken up and began to nudge her to give up on work for just one night and for whatever reason, Jane continued to refuse. Now you were upset, understandably, and again she’d shrugged you off. She hated herself for it. Quietly as possible so as not to disturb you, Jane gathered her scattered work and set it aside before turning out the lamp light. Sliding in behind you was easy, wrapping her arms around your midsection to pull you back against her.

“I’m sorry,” When you didn’t respond or move, Jane figured you’d fallen asleep, but she held you anyway, burying her face in the crook of your neck and shoulder. She breathed in your freshly showered scent, slightly damp hair tickling her nose. “I don’t deserve you. You’re so patient with me, I’ll try more, I promise. I’ll even get someone to take this case for me so I can have more time with you, if it’ll make you happy.”

You were still, but you weren’t asleep. Tears welled in your eyes with her sudden softness and you blamed your lack of physical contact for your overwhelming response to something so simple. “Do you mean it?” Finally, you turned over, not caring how stuffy with tears your words sounded. Gentle green eyes looked at you, really looked at you and you melted, choking out a sob as she nodded in confirmation. “Thank you..”

Jane shook her head, her thumb coming to wipe away the wetness staining your cheeks. “Thank you for staying by me. I only ever want to come home to you, work can wait sometimes.” You threw your arms around her, keeping her tight as you could for fear that you were somehow dreaming.

When your legs wound around her hips, clinging fully to her in your sleepy state, Jane chuckled and patted your back. “Alright, little koala, get some sleep,” She had to crane her neck to kiss you with how close you’d pressed yourself, but she managed, a sweet, slow thing just to prove her love further. As much as Jane longed to kiss you again, she already felt bad enough keeping you up this late. “Close your eyes, I’ll be here.”

“You better be.” Your head laid on Jane’s chest, the chilled skin of her sternum meeting your flushed, soft cheek. “Or else I’ll have to cling to you forever.”

The blonde shook her head, pressing one last kiss to the crown of your head. “Fine with me, sweetheart.”

#jane banner x reader #jane banner fic #jane banner #wind river fic #maximotts kinktober #kinktober #wind river #my writing

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lemonlushff-iy · 5 years ago

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Do you want to play a game?

You do? Good.

You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all.

I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)

Special thanks to @underwater0phelia for kink help and @clearwillow for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow for @eringobroke - used and edited with permission.

And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).

Starting Fires

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.

"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"

"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."

"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather grab your—"

"—Coffee!"

She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.

"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.

"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.

But it was a good kind of surreal.

The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.

"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.

"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.

"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.

"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."

That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.

"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"

"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.

"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.

"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"

It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.

"But...You...Don't?"

He shrugged.

"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."

"Yash!"

"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.

"Well...How about a compromise?"

He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.

"Go on…"

"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"

The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.

"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."

"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wear something slutty?"

"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."

"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"

"...Uh-huh...And what else?"

"...And you get to take it off of me?"

He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.

"Do I get to do more than that?"

"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"

"I do."

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"

"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.

"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.

Place and position huh?

"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"

Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.

"Now let's talk costumes…"

He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.

Then again...Maybe not…

He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…

It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.

So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.

"That's what you want?"

It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.

"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"

He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—

"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"

She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.

"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.

"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"

"—NOTHING!"

She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.

"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"

"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.

He was ignoring her, however.

"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"

Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

"N-no…"

"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.

It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…

Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"

"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.

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christinesficrecs · 4 years ago

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This is part two of the reclist for @justtakemeforaspin Because I love me some stilinski family feels! 💜

Why deja-vu is a dangerous thing by MsCee | 2.8K

When something makes his new deputy seize up like only true love can, John Stilinski is prepared tease the ever-living hell out of him. He’s prepared to look up and see some pretty girl with a bit of an edge, with a loud laugh and a bright smile that could coax even his sullen deputy out of his frown.

What he’s not prepared for is to look up and see a very familiar face ambling towards his desk.

Everything mixed up (and baked in a beautiful pie) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) | 41.9K

Stiles’ friends are more of a pain in the ass than usual around the holiday season. Just because he spends all of his time at his bakery, doesn’t mean he’s unhappy. So hiring a fake boyfriend seems like the perfect, simple solution. Instead Stiles stumbles onto a stupid quest to make Derek Hale happy. But surely that will all work out in time.

Hale Construction by Mynuet | 8.3K

Derek gets a business and a home. Stiles gets his own Batman. The sheriff gets hash browns. The Stilinski household is expanded without anyone quite talking about it.

The Perilous Adventures of Police Dog Derek by dr_girlfriend | 4.6K

Stiles jumps, spilling hot coffee down his arm.

“Jesus!” he yelps. He licks his dripping arm — waste not, want not — and then rounds the kitchen island.

Sitting there, looking way too smug, is — well, he’s not exactly willing to bet the house on it, but Stiles is 99% sure that that’s a motherfucking werewolf.

The Sun Comes Crashing In by pinetreelady | 17.2K | Explicit

A story in which Derek makes jam and pines, and Stiles and his dad have a farm.

Definitely Not Fish Demons by febricant | 2.5K

Your father wants to take me fishing.

Derek looks at the message before he sends it, wondering why it’s so difficult to convey deep discomfort with just text.

His phone buzzes in his pocket a few minutes later. Uh oh, says Stiles’ reply.

If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell. by DropsOfAddiction | 14.3K | Explicit

Derek tries and fails to shut his gaping mouth as Stiles arrives at his desk, heartbeat rabbiting a little faster than usual.

Stiles grabs a file out of his desk, muttering something about forgetting to mail it yesterday and needing to get it down to filing by Monday. Derek’s barely paying attention, unable to concentrate with the scent of him right under his nose.

He leans over Derek to grab an empty envelope from their shared stationary tray and Derek knows he’s absolutely fucked when he sees how his trousers are moulded to his perfect ass.

“So.... how do I look?” Stiles asks casually as he stands back up, as if his very presence hasn’t just given Derek a very sudden and uncomfortable boner.

He looks like he should be on the cover of GQ.

A Wolf and I by Pyjamagurl | 5.9K

When the Sheriff assumes that Derek and Stiles are dating, he invites them on the Stilinski annual camping trip. The problem? Derek and Stiles aren’t actually dating… yet.

Important Things by suzvoy | 71.4K | Mature

Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?

Inevitability (About Damn Time) by accordingtomel | 9.7K | Explicit

“So?” Scott says.

“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”

Like a Melody (it won’t leave my head) by Jerakeen | 7.9K

Stiles doesn’t notice the constant buzzing in his head until it’s gone.

last night’s dress (tiptoe out of this mess) by hito | 16.7K

TFLN: My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in?

All Stirred Up by jsea, marguerite_26 | 49.4K | Explicit

Derek's first duty as a new deputy is the early morning coffee run to The Leaky Carafe, and it's not long before he discovers that the quirky barista has a knack for making the perfect drink. Every time. Even before you order.

But is it intuition, luck or magic that has all Stiles' customers leaving happy?

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“Stiles, I’m serious, I need a favour.”

“That sounds like a trap,” Stiles Stilinski muttered sleepily into both his pillows. “You know,” he continued when the man in his room made no move to leave, “you’d think I’d be used to this. My dad, coming into my room, smacking my ass to get me out of bed, waking me up at the ass crack of dawn—”

“It’s almost one.”

Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver | 27K | Explicit

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be.

“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #justtakemeforaspin #sheriff stilinski #sheriff and derek #stilinski family feels

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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Unlikely Lovers Chapter Two

It was been so much fun writing this series with @beccabarba . Thank you for putting up with my bad grammar and horrible spelling mistakes just to be thirsty with me over this amazing man.

Master List

Warnings: Slightly cranky Nick, Smut: Male receiving.

WC: 2713

Enjoy x

Neither of you were back at work until Monday morning, and you made the most of not working the weekend. Not much sleep was had on Saturday night, as you explored each other’s bodies, revelled in the sweet relief of finally acknowledging how you felt about each other. Nick eventually left your place on Sunday afternoon, with lingering kisses on the doorstep. Both of you were well aware that this wasn’t just a friends-with-benefits hook up, although neither of you were quite ready to admit to any deeper emotions yet. But you ended up messaging most of the evening too.

All of which made seeing him on Monday morning, in the bullpen of the 16th precinct, where you’d seen him so many times before, seem very surreal. He was already there when you arrived, getting his typical early start. He was standing at his desk, in a burgundy shirt and dark suit pants, his thumbs hooked in his belt as he teased Amanda about her taste in movies.

“I can’t help it if y’all are cowards,” Amanda was saying, as you approached. She leaned back in her chair and grinned at you. “Morning, Y/N, Nick was just telling me you couldn’t make it through the movie.” She shook her head good naturedly. “Cops who can deal with a crime scene but not a few zombies…”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Next time, I’ll pick the movie,” you retorted, looking at her but refusing to meet Nick’s eyes. You didn’t trust yourself to look at him, especially while your movie night was the topic of conversation.

“What’s it gonna be, Dirty Dancing or something?” Amanda smirked.

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet,” you retorted, going to sit at your desk. If Amanda had noticed that you’d not so much as greeted Nick, she didn’t say anything.

After you’d checked your emails, you watched Amanda get up from her desk to make a call on her personal phone, rolling her eyes as she walked towards the exit. You glanced across at Nick, but he was reading a paper file on his desk and didn’t look up. Probably just as well, since you had no idea how to talk to him in this setting, everything had changed. It was exciting, but it was unnerving too. A pang of nerves hit you in the gut: what if being around you at work made him change his mind? What if the reality of this was too much for him – or for you? What if he wasn’t sure, and just looking for comfort? He’d not dated much since his divorce, after all, and you were an unlikely pairing. Was that why he wasn’t acknowledging you now?

To calm your nerves, and take the edge off your tiredness, you got up to make a cup of coffee. There was a fresh pot ready and waiting. You were just pouring it into your cup when you felt – with your detective’s instincts – someone close behind you. Just before you turned, you felt his hands slide onto your hips, his fingers slipping just under the waistband of your pants. He was very close behind you, but not quite touching.

“Want a coffee, Detective Amaro?” you said, hearing the edge of nerves in your voice.

He leaned forwards, so his quiet words were close to your ear. “I had an amazing time on Saturday night,” he said, his voice warm. All the tension in you melted away at his words, his touch. “What’re you doing after work?”

You put your coffee down and turned on the spot, finding yourself face to face with him, his eyes meeting yours, his desire for you very apparent. “I don’t have any plans…” you told him.

“Would you like some?”

You smirked, your face growing hot. “What kind of plans?”

His mouth twitched into a cheeky smile. “I know what sort of plans you’re thinking about,” he teased. “But join me for a drink first? Maybe dinner?”

“Like a date?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, exactly like a date,” he nodded. He looked so handsome you just wanted to kiss him.

“And after the date…?” you asked.

“We can do whatever it is that’s currently going through your mind,” he winked and turned away before you could reply, heading back to his desk. He stood behind his chair, one hand on his hip, looking back at you. You shook your head, grabbed your coffee and started in his direction.

“Ah good, Y/L/N, Amaro, you’re both here. I need you to go out to Riker’s…” Liv walked through the bullpen, stopping near Nick.

You took a gulp of your coffee and put it on your desk. “Sure thing, Sergeant,” you said, glancing at Nick. “What for?”

“Barba needs you to revisit the confession you got yesterday. Make sure the details still check out. He wants to take it to a Grand Jury, but he’s worried it sounds too good to be true, like he was coached by someone on the inside.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “So Barba doesn’t trust us?”

Liv looked at him, “he just wants to make sure, Nick. It’s not about trust.” Nick nodded, though he was still frowning.

“We’ll get going now,” you said. “Come on Nick, I’ll let you drive…” You saw his face change when he realised he got to spend some time with you this morning, away from prying eyes. He grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair and slipped it on, following you towards the doors. You passed Amanda on her way back into the building.

“Where’s the fire?” she demanded, looking at you.

“Liv wants us at Riker’s,” you told her. “Checking the confession.”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Barba’s being thorough on this one? I suppose it’s fair enough.” She paused. “Hey, are you guys free tonight? My family have finally decided to leave me be – we could catch up since we missed Saturday. Get a beer or something?”

“Oh, er…” you managed.

“Afraid I can’t. I’ve said I’ll go see my mom,” Nick said. Amanda turned to you.

“I’m really sorry,” you added, thinking quickly, “can we make plans for later in the week? I said I’d helped my cousin with his biology homework tonight, I can’t let him down.”

Amanda looked from you to Nick and shook her head. “Sure, guys, just me and my horror movies, I guess. I forget you both have families you actually want to see… See ya when you get back from Riker’s.” She turned and disappeared into the bullpen, as you and Nick hurried to the elevator.

It was usually only a half hour’s drive to Riker’s, but Nick took the Williamsburg Bridge and you hit traffic near Greenpoint that added another thirty minutes to the journey. By the time you arrived, Nick’s jaw had set impatiently. What had been flirty conversation for the first part of the journey had become professional preparations for your visit to Riker’s and then a settled silence as you reached the island. Visits to Riker’s always felt bleak; even hardened detectives weren’t immune to disgust at the conditions of the inmates there, many of them for minor crimes, or remanded awaiting trial.

As luck would have it, you were kept waiting, for reasons the corrections officers didn’t really explain. Nick, already frustrated, only got even more wound up, pacing the floor of the small room you were given to wait in. You already knew well enough that it was better to just leave him be when he was like this, so you sipped a Coke from the vending machine and just watched him walk back and forth, unable to help running your eyes up and down his form, enjoying just how well his clothes fit around that body you now knew intimately.

When you finally got to interview your suspect, he was resentful and much less in the mood for talking than he had been the day before. You let Nick take the lead; interrogation being one of his specialist skills, and one you’d had much less experience in during your time working Cold Case. Even without your attraction to him, you had a lot of admiration for Nick as a detective, one of the most intuitive and hardworking you’d ever met. His gut was usually right; today was no different and he found the holes in the supposed confession that could’ve made Barba’s whole case come tumbling down.

You were just ready to leave when deafening alarms sounded and two corrections officers hurried into the secure interview room. One grabbed your suspect and hauled him off towards the depths of the jail, the other came to talk to you and Nick, a sense of urgency in his words. “We’re going into lockdown, can I ask you both to come with me? I’m afraid you can’t leave the island until we’ve resolved the issue.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Nick protested.

“Afraid not, Detective,” the officer said, showing you into the small waiting room you’d been in before. Nick signed and slumped into a plastic chair, taking out his phone to call Liv with an update. You could see how tense his shoulders were, his brow settled into a frown as his call ended. You were frustrated too, but more because you were worried this would lessen his enthusiasm for tonight’s date. You did manage to lure him into conversation, as the time ticked by, but he would keep pacing the room, not happy with the enforced captivity.

Several hours later, it was already dusk as you finally got back in the car, heading back towards Manhattan, Nick muttering something about taking the Robert F Kennedy Bridge and the FDR as you set off. Although he was glad to be leaving, Nick was clearly still on edge. You watched him, driving, looking at his hands on the wheel, remembering what those fingers felt like on your body. Eventually he glanced over at you.

“What’re you looking at?” he said, a tiny smile curling his lips.

“You,” you replied.

“Why?” he asked “See something you like?”

“I think you know the answer to that” you purred reaching over resting your hand on his thigh.

Nick looked over at you for a moment taking his eyes off the road. He reached down grabbing your hand bringing it to his lips kissing the back of it and then moving to thread his fingers into yours, bringing both your hands down to rest on his thigh.

“I do know” he smirked. The car fell silent, the music filling the inside and you both looking out the window at the darkening sky and bright moon. Nick broke the silence first “Sorry about tonight, I was hoping we would have been back in the city way before now. I was looking forward to taking you out,” Nick sighed giving your hand a squeeze.

“It’s ok,” you squeezed his hand back. “But the night isn’t completely lost” you grinned “Around the next bend pull over.”

You saw the big grin pull to Nick’s face and he licked his lips. Nick drove around the bend and signaled to pull over on a small dirt clearing. He let go of your hand throwing the car into park, turning off the engine, and you both unclipped your seatbelts. Nick adjusted himself in his seat spreading his legs wider. You moved in your seat onto your side to face him, your hand resting back on his thigh running it up to his crotch.

Nick’s breathing hitched and he hooked his arm around your neck pulling you into him is lips landing on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth twisting with yours. You swallowed his groans as your hand came up to cup him through his slacks, his cock instantly hardening at your touch.

Nick pulled back from your kiss and started to kiss along your jaw, down your neck in big wet open mouth kisses, nipping and sucking ever so lightly as he made quick work of undoing a couple of your shirt buttons, your red lace bra on full display. You reached up with both hands undoing Nick’s belt buckle, pants buttons and zipper sliding your hand down into his boxers and your hand wrapped around his long thick cock, pulling it out, his pre-cum covered tip glistening in the moonlight.

You turned your head, your lips ghosting his, Nick’s hot breath fanning your face and his right hand ran around to run up and down your back,

“I told you the night wasn’t completely lost,” you ran your lips against his while your hand lazily jerked him off.

“You’re such a good girl for me. You know how to make things better,” Nick said through hooded eyes, proving he’d remembered how you enjoyed his praise. You felt a hot throb of pleasure.

“Tell me why you were frustrated today Nick,” you purred into his lips as you twisted your wrist, making your way back up from his base.

“I told you,” he moaned bucking his hips up into your hand “I wanted to take you out.”

“And?”

“And-” Nick groaned loud, his head falling back into the seat, biting his bottom lip. “I have wanted you so bad all day”

“Is that so?” Nick nodded, his eyes closing and his mouth going slack. “I have wanted this amazing cock in my mouth all day.”

You pecked Nick’s lips, nipping his bottom lip before leaning down to take his tip into your mouth, your tongue flat, licking around him and taking him fully into your mouth relaxing your throat to take him as deep as you could and then making your way back up to his tip again. He reached over with one hand, pulling out your hair tie letting your hair flow down over your back and shoulders.

Nick rested his hand in the hair on the back of your head, threading his fingers into it, guiding your head up and down on him with no pressure, while his other hand worked its way down your shirt. His big warm hand running along your skin and slipping into your bra, massaging your flesh and toying with your nipple between his fingers,

“Y/N, you take my cock so well- that’s it, baby, just like that,” Nick moaned and groaned, his mouth open and eyes closed.

Nick started to roll his hips up into your mouth when he hit the back of your throat, his hand balling into a fist in your hair and he squeezed your tit, when you reached up cradling his balls, squeezing him lightly. You could feel your panties damping, your body on fire from Nick groping you and the feel of his cock on your tongue.

Nick pulled his hand out of your bra, both his hands going to the back of your head pushing you down on him, his thick curled hair tickling your nose while the car windows completely fogged up from his heavy breathing. Nick guided your head back up to his tip and then pushed you back down, your name, god and Spanish you didn’t understand spilling from his mouth, when his hot salty cum filled your mouth, running down your throat. You sucked him clean and pulled off him with a pop, using your pointer finger to wipe the corner of your mouth dry before sucking the tip of your finger.

You heard a growl rattle through Nick’s chest as he watched you and you gave him a wink. Nick’s hand went to the back of your neck pulling you down to him, pulling your lips onto his, the kiss deepening straight away and Nick groaned into your mouth when he tasted himself on your tongue. You broke the kiss and Nick tucked your hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing over your cheek,

“Let’s go back to mine so I can get a change of clothes and then I’ll take you home.”

“You’re inviting yourself for a sleep over?” you raised an eyebrow at him with a grin and he chuckled back at you.

“I don’t know how much sleeping we will be doing, but I can promise you baby, I will return the favour, hopefully more than once.”

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Lust | Lee Know x Reader

I had plans to make this kinky as all hell, but I somehow ended up going the opposite direction with this. oh well, it was still pretty fun to write. I’m also sorry if there’s parts of it (or all of it?) that don’t make any sense. I didn’t proofread it at all and my head was just empty while writing it.

I was kinda liking it at one point, then I overthought about it and now I think I hate it but I put in all this time so it’s getting posted. I just feel like it kinda went all over the place

Warnings: officemate! au, sexual tension (maybe? Idk, i tried), fem! reader, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), protected sex (yay!) there’s like a split second of softdom! Minho, but other than that moment there’s not really any dynamics.

Requested: Yip

Word count: 4.6k

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It didn’t take a genius amongst your co-workers to be able to tell what was going on between you and Minho. Everyone could see the way you looked at each other. They could see the way you took extra time at the printer, considering it was right next to his desk. You would stand there for longer than necessary, just watching him work. How his fingers would type away on his keyboard, the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows. God, what you would do to have his fingers inside you.

No, you can’t think like that. He’s just your co-worker. He may be hot as all hell, but this is a professional environment, right?

It was also painfully obvious to everyone how Minho looked at you the same way. Just as you would spend extra time at the printer, he would spend extra time at your desk whenever he had to hand you some files. He would try to make some idle chit-chat with you, but really, he was just staring at your lips the whole time. While you would admire his hands and arms, he would admire your lips. He often found himself wondering just what your mouth was capable of.

Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t only see you as some pretty thing around the office. He also admired your dedication and work ethic. He loved how much effort you put into your job to ensure you produce the pest quality of work. But he wasn’t stupid, he could see just how hot you are.

But he’s not allowed to think of you in that way. He’s not allowed to spend many a night imagining your hand, your mouth wrapped around his cock instead of his hand. After all, you’re just co-workers. And it’s all professional, right?

That’s what you both keep telling yourselves.

It’s a normal Friday, not long before midday, and you’re zoning out at your desk, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do over the weekend. You’d originally had plans to meet up with a few friends, but they all cancelled on you, leaving you with nothing to do on the approaching Saturday and Sunday.

You’re dragged out of your thoughts by someone waving a small folder in front of your face.

“Hey, earth to y/n?” You snap your attention onto the figure in front of you, quickly realising that it is, in fact, Lee Minho who’s standing at your desk. You hurriedly fix your posture, sitting up straighter and clearing you throat quietly before responding.

“A-are those some more files that need doing?” The way you stutter over your words has you internally cringing, hoping he can’t tell the effect he has over your body.

“Yeah, they’re the latest invoices that have come in. These ones need to be paid by Tuesday and then these ones need to be paid by Thursday,” he explains to you, holding up the two separate folders in his hands.

Reaching out your hand for the folders, you feel your fingertips brush against his once you grab them. You withdraw your hands as quickly as possible, feeling your heartbeat pick up slightly as the subtle contact. Your gaze lingered on his arms for a moment, his sleeves rolled up just the way you liked. Minho is so effortlessly attractive that it’s unfair.

You pry your eyes away from his forearms, away from the veins you can see running along his arms, instead looking at his face. The moment you look him in the eyes, however, you can’t help but think that maybe staring at his arms would have been the better option. His eyes were just as pretty as the rest of him, but the way he was looking at you right now, the way he was staring so intently at you, had you cowering slightly under his gaze.

“So, you had lunch yet?” he asks, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of you, resting his hands in his pockets.

“Not yet, was just about to head up to the cafeteria shortly,” you reply, your eye focus being caught by his stance. You can picture it, him standing over you just the way he is now, hands in pockets, forearms visible, smirk on his face. Just imagining him standing there like that, looking down at you like you’re some sort of prey while you’re on your knees for him. Slowly undoing his belt and-

“Well, I was gonna head up now. Wanna join me?” you are once again pulled from your wandering thoughts by Minho, but the damage had already been done. You could feel your neediness throbbing in your pussy, your slickness slightly coating your underwear.

“Uh, sure,” you say, quickly locking your computer and grabbing your lunch.

You walk with Minho back towards his own desk so that he can pick up his own food before making your way up stairs to the third floor. Once you both make it to the cafeteria for the shelves. You grab your mug before making yourself a coffee, Minho doing the same next to you.

You both head towards a back corner of the large room, finding two seats at a small coffee table. A small conversation begins between the two of you, somewhat awkward, but not uncomfortably so. The occasional silences weren’t left empty, instead being filled with lingering glances at one another.

You make it through all your food and just over half of your coffee before it happens. Disaster. Minho has looked away from you for just a moment and the sunlight cascading through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows hit him in just the right way. It made him glow in the light, distracting you while you took a drink from your mug. You weren’t focusing on anything but how delicious he looked in front of you, ending up with you tipping your mug up to far and spilling it all down your front and onto your lap.

Your small yelp snaps his attention back to you and you both just stare down at your soiled clothes. Heat rushes to your face when you realise the exact repercussions of what’s just happened, and the heat spreads when you notice that Minho has also realised it. Your white blouse drenched in coffee; the material becoming see through. Minho’s gaze lingers on your chest for a moment too long for between normal co-workers, your bra entirely visible through the now coffee-coloured fabric.

Minho clears his throat before speaking. “Uh- I’ll g-get something to help clean that up,” he stutters out, standing up as quickly as possible before rushing off to grab some napkins. It’s not long before he returns, a whole stack in his grip.

He places them on the table, taking his seat again. Picking a couple napkins back up he turns his whole body towards you. Your breathing stutters when he leans in close to you, your eyes looking deep into his as he freezes in place.

He’s torn. Torn between wanting to help you for your sake, wanting to help you for the sake of being able to touch you, and not wanting to overstep any boundaries. He can hear his heart hammering in his ears, and he wonders if you can hear it too. Especially with how close the proximity currently is between you two.

He takes a deep breath before making a decision about whether or not to help you clean up. He reaches his hand out, carefully beginning to dab at the spilled drink on your lap, fully expecting to be told to stop.

You tense under his touch, but not out of discomfort. It’s the way his hand moves along your thigh that has you frozen. Your thigh. One of the more sensitive parts of your body, and his hand is rubbing back and forth along it. The contact causing your brain to short circuit as you feel the heat begin to pool in your core.

“Um… Make sure to soak these clothes before you wash them. That should help get any stains out,” Minho says, trying to ease the tension.

“Oh, yeah, thanks. I’ll be sure to do that,” you reply, his voice snapping you out of your stupor. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to ignore your growing arousal.

Minho has to fight back his own increasing need at the sight of you nibbling on your lower lip, wanting little more than for it to be his own teeth tugging at the soft flesh. But what really gets him, is you taking a few napkins and beginning to dab at the coffee on your shirt, unintentionally pulling his gaze back down to your chest. Now he was fighting back groans, trying desperately to let the sounds die in his throat before you get the chance to hear them. That would be too embarrassing for him to handle.

It’s not long before you sigh a heavy sigh, giving up the hopes of being able to save your outfit and keep your presentability for the workplace, accepting it as a lost cause. Minho stops his own wiping at the sound, looking at you instead, waiting for you to speak.

“You know what, this is a mess. I might as well just head home for the rest of the day. There’s no point sitting here at my desk all day like this,” you say, looking down at your clothes. “Besides, most of my work is done for the day anyway.”

It’s only when you lift your head up when you finish speaking that you realise just how close Minho’s face is to your own. Close enough for you to feel his breaths against your cheek. Your eyes dart down to his lips, but only for a split second, not wanting to make your arousal so obvious. Minho, however, notices. But luckily for you, he decides not to say anything about it. Yet.

“That sounds like a good idea. Uh… here,” he says, removing his blazer jacket and holding it out to you.

You reach out and grab it, your fingers once again momentarily connecting with his as you take the item he’s passing you. You both rise to your feet and you give him a confused look, wondering why he’s handing you his blazer.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to walk around with a see-through shirt,” he explains in response to your unspoken question.

The heat returns to your cheeks at his statement, quickly pulling the clothing item on and buttoning it up, making an attempt to cover yourself.

“Thanks,” you say. There’s some part of you that doesn’t really want to cover yourself, that wants Minho to see you. But you push that part aside. After all, you’ve got to maintain some sort of professionalism. “We should probably head back down now.”

“Yeah.”

You both gather your belongings, taking your mugs over to the dirty dishes rack and placing them in along with all the other dishes. Yet another silence befalls the two of you as you make your way back down the stairs to your floor, the quietness neither comfortable nor awkward. Something in between.

Finally reaching your floor, you make a beeline for your desk, aiming to grab your bag and get out of here as quickly as possible. But before you grab your things and head into your boss’s office to say that you’re leaving early, you pause, turning back to Minho again, stopping him before he gets too far away.

“I’ll get your jacket back to you on Monday if you want. I’ll even get it cleaned to make sure there’s no coffee on it.”

He takes a moment to think, once again torn between options. One being just saying okay and letting you just bring it to work with you on Monday. And the other option… Well, if the way you were almost whining when he was touching your thigh earlier is anything to go by, then the second option might just work out for him. Fuck it.

“Or you could bring it over to my place? Tonight? I-if you want to,” he says, making sure to keep his voice only loud enough for you to hear, not wanting any nosy co-workers listening in.

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire as you think of the possible outcomes of you going over to his house, albeit under the guise of simply returning his blazer. You can already feel yourself growing wetter at the thoughts running through your mind. You blink rapidly, shaking your head slightly to yourself, remembering that you have to answer him instead of just standing there daydreaming all day.

“You’re in luck. I was gonna go out for a few drinks tonight, but my friends all cancelled on me. So, it turns out that I’m available,” you say, fighting hard to keep your voice steady and to not let on just how needy you were.

“Well, you could always have those drinks with me while you’re over,” he offers, stepping closer to your desk.

“I could.”

You both smirk at each other, knowing exactly what the outcome of tonight will be. Minho searches around your desk for a moment, eventually finding and grabbing a sticky note and a pen. He scribbles something down before handing it to you.

“That’s my address. See you at 7?”

“Sure thing, see you then.”

He smirks at you again before finally heading back to his own desk and you finally head off home, being sure to stop in and let your boss know you’re leaving.

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Before long, 7 o’clock rolls around and you’re sitting in your car, parked on the road-side, opposite Minho’s house. Checking yourself in your rear-view mirror quickly, you make sure you look presentable before getting out of your car, his blazer draped over your arm. You’re somewhat nervous as you approach his front door, reaching up and knocking. It only takes a short moment before the door swings open, revealing Minho. He steps backwards, holding the door open as he gestures for you to enter. You step past him and into the house, taking in his appearance while he closes the door behind you.

His outfit is simple, a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but to you he looks damn fine. His jeans are tight enough to show off his thighs while not being too tight that it would create any struggle to remove quickly. That’s handy. And his shirt leaves his delicious arms on display. You look up at his face just to see him staring at you in the same way you were just starting at him. Like you’re the single best thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Hi,” you say, bringing his attention back to the current moment. He blinks a few times, taking a moment to recollect his thoughts.

“Hey, you look really good.” He gestures towards your dress. You chose one that was simple, yet effective at its job. You wanted to wear something that showed off your legs, something that would get his attention. And judging by the way he kept looking you up and down, it was working.

“Here’s you blazer,” you say, holding it out for him.

“Oh yeah, thanks,” he replies, having already forgotten that he’d even let you borrow it in the first place. “I’ll just go put that away. Feel free to make yourself at home.”

He dashes off down the hallway, presumedly towards his bedroom. To take the moment alone to take in your surroundings, noting how Minho’s house had a very homely feel to it.

You take a seat on the couch while you wait for him to return. And it doesn’t take him long to do just that, already walking back up the hallway towards where you are. He heads to the kitchen first, grabbing a couple of glasses.

“I have some wine here. Want some?” he offers.

“Sure,” you say, knowing that soon enough the drinks will be abandoned in favour of other activities.

It’s not long before Minho approaches you, two glasses of wine in his hands. He hands one to you before taking a seat in the spot next to you on the couch. Directly next to you. He’s so close that the side of his leg rests against yours, but you’re not complaining.

“Try not to get too distracted by me again,” he says, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “We wouldn’t want you to spill another drink.”

You both laugh at his teasing statement, but your mind focuses on the word again and you realise that he did know the causing of today’s earlier mishap. Well, that’s a bit embarrassing.

The next short while is filled with more idle chit-chat, a measly attempt at wasting time before getting down to business. The entire time you’re talking, Minho’s arm is resting along the back of the couch behind your head and he’s very shamelessly eye fucking you. In his defence though, you’re doing the exact same thing to him.

“Do you want another glass?” Minho asks when you finish your wine, placing his hand that’s not currently resting on the back of the couch on your thigh. You let out an audible breath as his hand softly caresses the flesh, the feeling sending pools of arousal directly to your heat. As his fingers slowly trail further up, beginning to disappear under the skirt of your dress, you know that he’s not really offering you another drink. It’s his way of moving the conversation along, of asking you if you’re ready to do what you truly came here for.

And you’d be damned if you weren’t ready.

His fingers continue to travel higher, skimming along your inner thigh, avoiding where you desperately need him. You bite your lip, trying to stifle a whimper. It doesn’t work, and it instead draws Minho’s focus to your mouth. And he’s back to thinking about your mouth, how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock. The idea alone has him growing painfully hard in his jeans. Hell, he’d do anything to have your lips on him, in any way.

“M-Minho, please,” you whisper, wanting him to stop his teasing caresses and finally touch you the way you want. The way you need.

“Please what?”

“Please t-touch me.”

“Touch you? I am touching you,” he says, stopping his hand’s movements and instead just resting it in place.

“No, please touch my p-pussy,” you say, your hands coming up to cover your face, embarrassment coursing through your body, causing your face to heat up.

Normally, Minho smirked at you, getting a kick out of how flustered you are.

“Ah, I see. Well, if you want that to happen then you have to prove to me how much you want it.”

And that has you whining.

You quickly manoeuvre yourself so that you’re straddling Minho’s lap, tired of waiting for him to provide you with some much needed friction. Your hands rest on his shoulders, his own flying to your hips when you slowly, experimentally grind down on him. Your actions get the best reward, in the form on a shaky moan from Minho, and that’s the moment you can tell that this whole thing is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting you.

When he told you to prove it, he was expecting you to just get more flustered. He certainly wasn’t expecting you to make such a bold move. You roll your hips against him again, this time drawing a moan from yourself. One of his hands slides up your back, grabbing the zipper for your dress and slowly sliding it down. Once he has it undone, he pulls the dress up and off your body, revealing your lack of bra underneath. Shit, he hadn’t even noticed earlier that you weren’t wearing one, he was too distracted by your legs. He looks up at you, his own lust-filled eyes meeting yours, watching you lean in closer to him. Closer, and closer.

And then your lips – those oh so pretty lips – were on his own, moving together in a rush of adrenaline and lust. There was no delicacy in the kiss, only pure wanton desire as your hands roamed each other’s bodies. You’d both been waiting for this for so long. Craving it.

His hands slide down to your ass, kneading the flesh. He’s quick to stand up, keeping you held up, your legs wrapping around his torso. He carries you down the hallway, only breaking the kiss for a split second at a time to make sure he didn’t bump into anything, before he would dive back into your lips. Your kisses were intoxicating, addicting. Minho just couldn’t get enough. Even when he finally made it to his bedroom, dropping you down onto the bed, he still doesn’t pull away. It’s only when you pull away for breath that he stops, you both panting deeply from the lack of oxygen for so long.

Your hands glide across his linen-clad chest, the fabric warmed from his hot skin. He groans lowly at your touch, desperately wanting more. One of his own hands finds it’s way to your breast, his thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple.

His touch is soft, gentle. He’s testing the waters, wanting to figure out what you like, what touches really get you going. He knows he’s on the right track when your back arches slightly at the contact, and he grazes his thumbs over the nub again, harder this time.

You can feel how soaked you are, your underwear beginning to stick to you uncomfortably. You buck your hips upwards, trying desperately to get some sort of solid friction going, the aching between your legs bordering on painful. Sensing just how strong your need is, Minho pulls away from you, moving down the bed until he’s laying between your thighs, his fingers already dipping into the waistband of your underwear.

He wastes little time in pulling the fabric down your legs and tossing them off to the side. And now, finally, after so long of wanting it, he’s able to gaze upon your pussy, glistening with your juices.

“Holy shit, you’re so wet you’re dripping,” he exclaims, looking up and making eye contact with you. And it makes you clench around nothing when you look at the man that’s remained on your mind with his head between your thighs.

“Only for you,” you reply, even your voice dripping with need. Minho looks back down at your soaked cunt and, in the split seconds before his touch, every nerve in your body and mind comes alive with electricity. He licks one long stripe along your entrance, and the moan you let out is obscene. And he loves it.

Minho is filled with a new determination, a determination to make you moan over and over again. To have you feeling so good that you’re screaming his name.

He circles his lips around your clit, working the nerve bundle with his mouth while he brings a hand down to work your entrance. He slides a digit it, immediately curling it in search of your special spot. He quickly adds a second finger, continuing his search for your g-spot. He knows he’s finally found it when your hands go flying to his head, threading into his hair, tugging hard. He groans at the sensation, loving the way your hands feel in his hair. God, everything you do just turns him on, and he begins to unconsciously rut his hips into the mattress. He continues working your core while you moan uncontrollably.

“F-fuck, Minho. I’m s-so close,” you manage to whimper out, but he already knows. The way your walls tighten around his fingers over and over tells him everything he needs to know.

“Do it, baby. Cum for me,” he says, and you don’t have to be told twice, your orgasm washing over you with more force than you expected. He finger-fucks you through your high, only stopping when your body stops convulsing in waves of pleasure. He pulls his hand away from your core, a whine escaping you at the empty feeling. If he could make you cum that hard with just his fingers and mouth, how on earth are you going to survive cumming on his cock?

He crawls back up your body, placing his arousal-coated fingers at your lips. You open your mouth with no hesitation, immediately sucking the digits in, swirling your tongue over them as you sucked. The sight alone almost had Minho cumming in his jeans. For so long, all he’s wanted is your lips around some part of him, and while he also wanted to be graces with the visual of you sucking on his cock like your life depended on it, he was more desperate to just fuck you.

He wastes no more time in ridding himself of his clothes until he’s completely bare, reaching into his bedside table draw for a condom. positioning himself above you once again. He’s about to open the condom packet before you stop him, taking it from his hands opening it yourself. He moans when you slide the condom down his length, your hands feeling better on his cock than his own ever could.

The moment you lie back down, he lines himself up with your entrance, not wanting to go another moment without being inside you. He pushes into you, not stopping until his hips rest against yours, the room filling with moans as your bodies finally connect. His cock stretches your walls so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces made for each other.

After a brief pause, he slowly pulls back you, only to thrust back into you. He repeats the motions, gradually settling into a solid pace, not to fast and not too slow, a perfect balance of the two.

He drags his lips up the soft skin of your neck placing sloppy kisses as over, being sure not to leave any marks. As much as he wanted to mark you where it was visible, he couldn’t. He didn’t want you to have to go through the hassle of covering them each day at work while you wait for them do disappear. Instead, he opted for sucking bruises into your collarbones and along your chest.

Your brain felt like static, unable to string together a single coherent thought as Minho continues to thrust into you, pleasure radiating throughout your entire body. The knot in your stomach grows tighter for the second time during the night, and from the way Minho’s thrusts are getting sloppier, you can tell that he’s close to his own end as well.

He slides his free hand in between the two of you, fingers finding your clit. He rubs circles into the bundle of nerves, and you feel yourself unravel, his fingers being the final to push you over the edge. And it’s your fluttering walls that has the same effect on Minho. You both ride out your highs together, him spilling into the condom and you around his cock. Your loud moans are music to his ears, while his are the same to yours.

Once you both come back down from your highs, Minho pulls himself away from you, quickly disposing of the condom before coming back to lay next to you.

Your body feels heavy, your brain foggy and distant, a tiredness falling over your entire being, exhausted from your orgasms. You groggily roll onto your side, curling your body up into Minho’s and almost instantly drifting off into sleep. He wraps an arm around you in return, feeling sleep approach for him as well. He rests his face against the top of your sleeping head, placing a chaste kiss to your hair. And just before he let himself fall asleep, he made sure plan out in his mind what he was gonna cook you for breakfast in the morning; pancakes.

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