#it's late and I'm thinking about beautiful older girls and how badly i need then 🍑🐶

[littlepeachypup]

Need an older woman to change my life forever by demolishing my girlpeen I think that would fix me...

[thegirlwhowrites642]

I'm sorry too

Summary: Siblings fight, siblings make peace. Ginny and Ron solve their dramatic argument about snogging.

HBP missing moment

Canon Complaint

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Ginny was seated on the sofa right in front of the fire with most of the Gryffindor sixth years, two days after the match the euphoria of the win seemed to still be going strong. Dean was on her side and Ron on the other, a rare occasion seeing that since The Incident things between her and her brother had been quite restrained which was honestly unacceptable. It went against every single siblings' rule ever created. Since when after an argument there was awkwardness? It didn't work like that. The beauty of having siblings had always been that once the fight ends, it ends. No resentment. Ginny had six older brothers, nobody knew the siblings' rules better than her.

Lavender was perched on the arm of the sofa, pressing herself on Ron and saying things to him that Ginny really didn't wish to know. Seamus was on one of the armchairs telling some stupid joke that she wasn't following but that Dean and Parvati, seated at the end of the Irish boy's feet, were finding particularly funny. Hermione was obviously nowhere in sight, and Harry... Harry was on the other armchair.

She had never really lost the habit of being hyper-aware of where he was, she couldn't help it. He had a strange look, she was not used to not understanding at once Harry's facial expressions, it was disconcerting. For some reason, even if she was sure he was not actually looking at her and Dean but instead he was just lost in thought, Dean's arm around her shoulders was becoming increasingly more annoying than usual.

Around eleven, her boyfriend decided that he was tired and left with a goodnight kiss on her cheek that she forced herself to tolerate for the sake of her relationship. Right after that, Harry bolted out of his seat and basically ran up to his dormitory too, Merlin only knew why. He was being weird lately, probably worried about something she couldn't know about. All she knew was that soon everybody followed and she was left alone with her brother. Having five minutes alone with Ron was too much of a miracle for it not to be a sign of the universe that they really needed to talk.

"So, Lavender?" she broached the subject, sure that Ron would understand.

"I- yes. She is nice," he answered awkwardly, but Ginny thought there was also sincerity in his tone, something she had not anticipated.

"I'm sorry."

"For Lavender?" of course Ron had been expecting a harsh joke from her, she couldn't fully blame him.

"For mocking your lack of snogging experience."

"No, you were right. It's pathetic." she repressed the need to stab herself. He had known her since she was born, how could he not understand that when she felt cornered she started lashing out like an idiot? It had been so humiliating, Ron implying what he had been implying, Dean, running away like a coward, and Harry, Harry harboring pure disgust in his eyes. Rationalising, she knew that she had probably exaggerated Harry's reaction because of her embarrassment, that Harry would never think badly of her for a kiss with Dean, but at that moment it had been gut-wrenching.

"No, I was not. Everybody has their own time for everything. You are just sixteen. I'm sorry that you felt the need to-"

"I like her." declared Ron stopping her. Apparently, he had every intention of continuing his relationship with Lavender. "She makes me feel..."

"Seen." she concluded for him. That had been the only reason why a part of Ginny was secretly happy about this new development. She knew that being with the blond girl would help Ron's self-esteem more than Hermione ever seemed to be able to do. But she also knew it wasn't right for any of the parties involved because the truth was, simply put, that Ron preferred Hermione.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said those things to you." only then Ginny realised how much she had needed those words.

"Thank you."

"I just don't understand, you don't need a boyfriend."

"I know. But I like Dean."

"Uhm, I'll never like seeing you kiss someone..." his fingers playing with the sleeves of his jumper.

"Likewise, trust me,"

"But I think I would be fine if you kissed someone better than Dean,"

"Ron." she admonished him, she was so tired of that story.

"You shouldn't settle, Ginny."

"Who says I'm settling?"

"The fact that you are not holding hands with my clueless bespectacled best friend might be a clue."

"Ron," a growl escaped her lips, "I'm over him, and... he will never care about me in that way which is completely fine." it was not fair to ask of her to wait for the rain in a desert that had never seen a cloud. Ron, though, had never seemed able to comprehend that basic fact. Especially as of late.

"Just because he doesn't know that he feels something, doesn't mean he's not feeling it."

"Stop it!" she soon looked around to see if she had called someone else attention, only then she realised that they were alone in the common room, "He doesn't like me like that, will never like me like that, and I couldn't care less because I'm over him. I'm not the one on this sofa who is snogging the wrong person while the right one is crying her eyes out," she wasn't really sure Hermione was the right one, to be honest. If they had asked her three days prior, she would have had no doubt, but since she had found out about the canaries, a part of her was considering hexing her friend with a good dose of bats. As far as Ginny was concerned, the only people allowed to inflict physical harm on Ron were his siblings.

"Hermione is crying?" the worry in his voice wiping away any ill-thought against her bushy-haired friend.

"Who said anything about Hermione?"

"Fine, I'll drop it." his palms in the air, wisely accepting defeat, for a while a strange silence fell upon them. "She doesn't understand that I would eventually not be enough for her," he confessed in a whisper. Rage invaded Ginny's body.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"Have you listened to yourself recently? There was something about Harry never liking you back-" she would never know what else he had to say because a pillow landed on his face, possibly thrown by Ginny. It was his word against hers. He laughed and, clapping his hands on his legs, stood up.

"Goodnight, Ginny." a kiss landed on her head that warmed her. Hogwarts had put a significant distance between the two of them, but since the previous year, things had been starting to go back to how they were when they were children. Even if realistically she knew that it would never be exactly the same. Nothing ever was. Maybe it would be better.

"Night. Love you." she conceded in a rush of affection.

"Love you too."

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. This is part 3 of my breeding kink/existential crisis themed story. You are pregnant with Poe Dameron's child. But instead of the mood being celebratory things have taken a dark turn. While you were being intimate Poe told you that he loved you but unfortunately you just couldn't say the same in return.

Poe is a hopeless romantic at heart and you've hurt him, badly.

Will you be able to patch things up with him? Or is he truly gone forever? Have you lost your best friend and the father of your child for good?

Warnings, angst, some language, not for anyone under 18.

Seed Part 3

Your independent streak will be your own undoing. Your mother's words play like a bitter record in your head as you are shocked at what has come out of your own mouth.

You've hurt Poe badly, actually you've crushed him.

"I can't believe what you're saying". Poe replies, fighting back tears. "Our baby, what about our baby?"

"I thought you knew that I wanted a donor only." You reply calmly. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just thought you knew".

"I didn't sign up to be your girlfriend or wife". You continue, your voice remaining calm. "If you want to co-parent with me you're more than welcome, but ideally I'd like to return to my home planet."

"IF I'd like to co-parent?! IF?!" Poe says incredulously as he quickly pulls his clothing back on. "I can't believe what you're saying, I wish you could listen to yourself right now".

"I can't believe the woman carrying my child is saying these things to me". He continues, rage and hurt burning in his eyes. "It's unbelievable that I was friends with someone like you for so long, what did I see in you?! I feel used".

You've never seen this side of him before. You suppose this was the first time you've ever broken his heart.

"Poe Dameron is the father? Wow, lucky woman".

It's been a week since your last encounter with Poe. Contact with him has been sparse and awkward.

You are having a conversation with one of your best friends, a mechanic named Lin, who is impressed that Poe fathered your child.

"That baby is going to be so beautiful, and smart." Lin continues, the excitement in her voice impossible for her to hide. "If I weren't a lesbian I would have hit that years ago".

"Poe told me that he loved me". You explain with a deep sigh, tears streaming down your cheeks. "And I told him that I missed being his friend."

"What's wrong with you? Seriously." The tone in your friends voice changing over to anger. "Poe gave you the ultimate gift and you said that to him?"

"I wasn't thinking." You explain with a deep sigh. "I thought he knew what our arrangement meant, I feel terrible that I hurt him."

"I suppose you hate me now too." You finish, shrugging your shoulders.

"No, I could never hate you." Lin says with a slight smile as she hugs you. "I just think maybe you should give him a chance, or at the very least allow him in to be a part of your child's life."

Your pregnancy progresses along smoothly with no major complications. Your relationship with Poe is still fractured badly and you are now nearly 6 months along.

One night you are tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, when you hear a familiar knock at your door.

You open it, and it's Poe, with a haunted look in his eyes he embraces you gently, both of you are crying, unable to contain your emotions much longer.

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you". You tell him, savoring the intimacy of his embrace.

"How are you feeling? Are you sick a lot? Is the baby okay?" Poe immediately asks, a smile creeping across his face. "Do you know the gender yet?"

"We're having a little girl, and I feel fine, I had some morning sickness but that went away." You explain, relieved that he's back in your life. "My feet are a little swollen, my breasts hurt but otherwise I'm okay".

"I can't believe we're having a little girl". Poe says, tears streaming down his face. "I've always wanted a daughter".

The two of you retreat to your bedroom, you change into more comfortable clothing and the two of you get into bed together. Poe rests his head on your belly to listen to the baby and maybe feel her kicks.

"It's your daddy, Poe". He says, gently talking to your belly as he rubs it. "You're not even here yet but I already love you".

"I'm still returning home". You explain softly, running your fingers through his hair. "But I won't until she's older, I think she needs her father close for the first few years".

"I respect your decision". Poe replies with a bittersweet smile as you continue to run your fingers through his silky, unruly curls.

Maybe it's your raging hormones but Poe isn't merely handsome but beautiful. You never thought a man could be so attractive as Poe Dameron was at that moment in time.

He leans in for a passionate kiss and your eyes meet, with tears streaming down your face you confess,

"I love you".

"I love you too". Poe replies softly. "I always have and always will".

"But I still want to return home". You tell him, crying softly.

"I know baby, I know". Poe replies, tears welling in his beautiful, dark eyes. "But please, let's just enjoy the time we will have together, as a family".

You give birth a few months later to a gorgeous baby girl named Shara, after Poe's late mother. He was there by your side during the entire 18 hour labor.

He took care of her while you slept for the first few nights.

Her first word was daddy. Poe taught her to walk, potty trained her.

Fatherhood brought out such a tender, loving side to his personality.

She is very much her father's daughter, with his dark eyes and curly hair. Poe insists that she looks just like his mother.

He is a wonderful, fully involved parent. When you want time to yourself Poe's there to take care of his daughter.

Time passes quickly, you are now the parents to an active, intelligent toddler with wild curly hair and plenty of questions for everyone.

Poe immediately takes his little girl into the cockpit of the X wing, convinced that she'll be learning to fly before she's 10.

The sight of him with his giggling daughter on his lap in the cockpit of the X wing melted your heart. The genuine joy in Poe's eyes was beautiful.

He loved that little girl more than anything else in the galaxy.

His hair is now a delicious salt and pepper color, parenthood and the slow, steady march of time has aged both of you a little.

You have a difficult decision to make. Your resignation letter has been written and is ready to turn in.

But you cannot do it. You see Poe with his daughter and you can't take her away from him, her daddy.

They are too close. It would crush him if his daughter wasn't part of his life full time. Shara was his little princess.

"She's so beautiful". Poe tells you with a soft smile on his face. "I love her so much (your name), look at her hair, her eyes, her smile, she's just a female version of me".

"Poe, I can't do it, I can't leave". You confess to him late one night.

Shara is sick with a fever and Poe is holding her, singing and trying to rock her to sleep.

"Dada my head feels hot". Shara whimpers.

"I know sweetheart". Poe coos, kissing her gently on the forehead. "Daddy's here, do you want your ewok?"

Her favorite toy was a plush ewok that uncle Finn gave to her soon after she was born.

"I think we should live together too, maybe even get married". You continue, taking him off guard a little.

Poe tucks his little girl into her bed and kisses her on the forehead.

Without another word exchanged Poe gets down on one knee, removes the chain around his neck holding his mother's wedding ring, removes it and slips it on your finger.

And it fits, perfectly.

The end

[wickedbarnes]

Forbidden Fruit (Pt. 3) | Keanu Reeves x Reader

Part 2

WARNING: Daddy kink/issues. Age gap. Smut (18+ readers ONLY).

NOTE: 2nd picture above is the picture of your outfit.

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If Keanu was a good man, he wouldn't be doing this. If he was anywhere near as good as people told him to be he wouldn't be standing in the shower, letting the cold water run down his back while he had his calloused hand wrap around his own cock.

He wouldn't be stroking it to the thought of his girlfriend's daughter. He wouldn't be hissing and cursing her name underneath his breath. And he definitely wouldn't be fantasizing about her all the time. But here he is, teasing his twitching cock by swirling his thumb around his tip, whimpering at the thought of you being on your knees for him and just being the best girl by running your soft warm tongue on his thick length.

Keanu should be thinking about your mom. Not that he didn't find her attractive, he did. Your mom is very beautiful and there was certainly no denying you got your good looks from her but... Keanu already felt their relationship was reaching its end.

There just wasn't anything left to fight for anymore. They both lived in the same house and yet they acted like complete strangers. Yes, Keanu is busy with his motorcycle company and your mom is busy with her own job, but he couldn't help but feel as if your Mom no longer put the same effort in the relationship. It felt completely one sided.

But they had come to the agreement of trying again. Of trying to see if this would still work. So they had tried to go out for dates, tried to spend more time together and everything was going well so far. Keanu loves your mother, there's no doubt about that. But then you came in.

Not that he's claiming he loves you. But Keanu is certainly lusting over you. Your beauty and innocence is so refreshing to him. And the fact that something filthy hid underneath that innocence drove him crazy. He tried his best to distance himself from you, he really did. But something about you just drew him in. And he couldn't even pinpoint what it was.

So for today, Keanu has made the decision of going out and visit Arch, the company he had co-founded, finish what needs to be finished today instead of working at home. With your mother away for work, he wouldn't even know if he could control himself around you. Not that he didn't like your company, but deep down he knew he needed some time apart from you.

Once he got out of the shower after he just finished a sinful activity in there, Keanu began to dry himself off and began to get ready for work.

Meanwhile, after your interesting encounter with your mother's boyfriend this morning, you had decided to catch up with some of your old friends here in town since it had been quite a while the last time you saw each other. Thankfully, your boss was kind enough to let you get about three weeks off at work. And in all honesty, you deserved to have the break. You worked your ass off in order to have the chance to go back home.

It was already 11 AM and you had took the chance to start getting ready. Rummaging through your closet, you had eventually found an old flowy white mini dress that had cute little puff sleeves. You had completely forgot about this dress and immediately regret that you didn't pack it with you when you moved away. Thankfully, it didn't have any stains on it so you decided to wear that one since it was perfect for a weather like this.

After changing into the dress, you quickly did your make up, making sure you opted for a natural look before you let your hair down from your bun, letting it fall into loose waves. Once you did one last check in your mirror, you grabbed your black purse and shoved in your essentials inside before slipping in a pair of white sandals on.

You were going to meet up with your chilhood friends, Layla and her older brother, Landon who just came home from a business trip in Greece. You were very excited to see them again that when you got out of your room, you immediately collided with Keanu's body causing him to almost lose his balance before his put his other hand on the wall to steady himself while the other grabbed your arm to keep yourself from falling.

"Woah, easy there, sweet girl." Keanu chuckled and you blushed a light shade of pink from embarrassment before you gained your balance and stepped back from him a bit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." You replied sheepishly, refusing to look at Keanu in the eye after the conversation you two had earlier but it was so hard standing there when you felt his eyes on you.

Keanu took in your appearance and how... innocently tempting you look. The white dress looked so good on you and the fact that it stopped mid-thigh drove him closer to the edge. You looked like a delicate little angel and Keanu wanted so badly to ruin you then and there. To corrupt you like no one else has. But he quickly pushed those sinful thoughts away before he could actually push you up against the wall and devour you.

"You're going out, I see." He spoke after some time, clearing his throat in the process and you nodded your head, finally having the courage to look up at him and Keanu had to fight the urge to cup your face and kiss you roughly on your plump lips.

"Mhm. I'm spending the day with some friends. I'm meeting them downtown at the pizzeria." You smiled and Keanu seemed to perk up at the news.

"Is that so? I'm on my way to work and I usually pass by there all the time. Alberto's Pizzeria, correct?" He asked causing you to nod.

'Oh God, please don't tell me he'll give me a ride.' You silently thought but fate is never at your side.

"Lemme give you a ride, it'll save you some time and effort." He offered and you immediately shook your head causing him to frown a bit.

"N-No! No, it's okay, I can manage. It's not really that far and I don't want you to be late for work." You quickly reasoned out, hoping he would just drop it.

"Nonsense, sweet girl. They can't really scold me for being late if I own the company." He joked, causing you to widen your eyes a bit. You had no idea he owned a company.

"Wait, you own the company you're working at?" You saw the slight blush on Keanu's cheek as he averted his gaze to the floor and smiled bashfully as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I do. I co-founded it with my friend. It's a motorcycle company called Arch." His answer caused you to look at him with amazement written on your face and Keanu chuckled at how adorable you looked.

"That's amazing, Keanu. How many motorcycles have you manufactured?" You asked, genuinely interested with the topic and Keanu's heart swelled in pride once he saw how curious you are to know how his company worked.

Your mom had never been interested with these kind of things. Although she'd listen to Keanu ramble about his love for motorcycles, he could see and sense her disinterest towards the topic that he would just eventually stop talking about it in front of her. He didn't want to bore her with a topic she's not bothering to listen to.

"Well, I can't really count it on my fingers anymore but if you want, I can show you the latest motorcycle we just launched. It's the one we're riding today." His words caused your eyes to lit up as a smile made its way to your face.

"Really? I've never ridden a motorcycle before, I actually want to try it but I don't think my outfit is appropriate for motor riding." Your pouted at the realization and Keanu couldn't help but let out a laugh at your expression as he shook his head.

"Don't worry too much, sweet girl. Come, I'll show it to you." Keanu nodded his head over to the stairs and you followed him down just in time for the door to open to reveal your Mom coming in looking tired as ever.

Your Mom's schedule had recently changed from day shift to night shift. And now, she just came home from work after going overtime. Usually, she'd be home by 8 AM but that wasn't the case today.

"Mama." You greeted softly and made your way towards her and kissing her cheek.

"Hey, baby. You going out?" She asked and you could perfectly see the bags underneath her eyes. She looked so tired. You nodded your head and stepped aside as she went over to greet Keanu.

You silently watched as Keanu dipped his head down and pressed a soft kiss on your mom's lips before giving her a quick hug. It seemed that Keanu already knew how tired your mother was that he immediately let her go upstairs so she could get some rest. But you somehow caught the flash of sadness on his face.

You weren't dumb. You saw how things between him and your mom seemed quite rough lately and you somehow felt guilty for lusting for Keanu behind your mother's back. You quickly looked away when Keanu turned his attention back to you. You two eventually made your way outside the house afted Keanu locked it, making sure no one would break in especially with your Mom at home all alone.

"Wait here, sweetheart." You watched as Keanu made his way to the garage and disappeared inside. You looked around and softly hummed a random song under your breath as you waited patiently for Keanu to come back.

And when he did, your jaw dropped at the sexy looking motorcycle that Keanu rolled out. His company logo plastered on the vehicle. You stepped closer and lightly ran your fingers over to the ride and Keanu stood there, silently watching you observe the vehicle he had proudly made with his partner.

"This is amazing, Keanu, it looks great, it's beautiful." You smiled and Keanu smiled sheepishly at your comment.

"Thank you, sweet girl. This is the Arch KRGT-1. It sounds great and it rides amazing. This one has different other colors of course but I chose to take home the black one." He chuckled.

"It suits you though." You replied causing Keanu to raise his eyebrows at your comment.

"Really now? How so?"

"Uhm... well, it looks sophisticated. It looks great for adventures, I take it you're an adventurous person. It also looks vintage in a way." You paused and looked into his warm brown eyes, "Fast."

Your last word caught Keanu completely off guard. He was old enough to know that was a secret code for something more. Fuck, you were such a huge fucking tease and he couldn't do anything about it although he damn wished he did.

You saw the change in Keanu's expression and how his eyes somehow got darker. His stare eventually got more piercing and you had to look away, gulping. Eventually, Keanu handed you a helmet.

"Put it on for me, baby." He gently ordered you, his voice deeper which made you press your thighs together a bit. He had no idea how badly that voice did things to you.

Taking the helmet from him, you put it on and secured it on place before you stepped aside for a bit and let him get on the vehicle. The sight of him on a fucking motorcycle almost made you fall onto the concrete floor on your knees.

You knew Keanu wearing a white v-neck shirt, jeans, boots along with a black leather jacket made him more delicious than he already is but him wearing that outfit while riding a motorcycle, you were thankful your panties weren't hitting the floor at this moment.

Keanu put his helmet on and secured it on his head before looking back at you.

"Hop on, baby, just grab onto my shoulders." He smiled and you nodded your head as you placed your foot on the footpeg before grabbing onto Keanu's shoulders as you swung your left leg over to the other side until you lowered yourself down onto the seat.

"Good girl." He praised, his lips tugging into a smirk and you were thankful you're sitting behind him so he couldn't see the blush on your face.

"Put your arms around my waist, honey." Keanu instructed and you immediately obliged as you wrapped your arms slowly around his waist and you somehow felt his body tensing a bit under your touch before he relaxed. Interesting.

"Hold on tight, baby. We're going fast today." You giggled at his comment and with that, Keanu started the engine and rode away from your house, smiling at the feeling of the wind hitting his face while your arms were securely wrapped around his waist.

This was the first time you had ridden a motorcycle and you couldn't believe you hadn't tried and done this before. You had co-workers who offered you a ride on their motorcycle passed up the opportunity since they had always got off before you did. You were happy Keanu had offered you to ride with him.

Keanu had even gone a little faster which caused you to squeal and playfully hit him on the shoulder and you could hear his melodius laugh over the noise of the busy street. You had eventually reached the pizzeria and you could see Layla and Landon waiting inside as they conversed with each other, they hadn't seen you yet.

As Keanu parked his motorcycle to the side, you carefully got off and took off the helmet he lended for you and gave it to him with a smile on your face.

"Thank you, Keanu, that was really fun." You giggled and Keanu bowed down his head for you.

"The pleasure was all mine, mi lady." He replied in a posh british action which made you burst out laughing.

"Hey, that was a great British accent." He says, his lips pouting and you had tried your best to stop your giggles and the sight caused Keanu's lips to tug into a grin.

"Never said it wasn't." You teased before you looked back at the restaurant, "Well, I best be on my way. Thank you for the ride, Keanu, I really appreciate it."

"It was no big deal, baby. Just gimme a call if you need a ride home, okay?" You blushed at his offer but nodded your head in response as you watched him start up the motorcycle once again.

"Drive safely, okay?" You said in a soft voice which made Keanu smile.

"I will, sweet girl. Have a nice day today. And be safe."

"Same goes for you." And with that, Keanu rode away with his motorcycle and you gave him a little wave which he saw in his side mirror.

This was a very good day for him.

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It was around 10 PM by the time you got home and thankfully, Landon had brought his car with him and gave you a ride home. You had thanked them for a wonderful day before you had walked up to the front door and opened it with your keys.

Your Mom is already at work by now and you assumed Keanu is already asleep since he went to work today. You guessed he was just as tired as you are. Dropping your purse on the coffee table, you made your way to the kitchen to drink some water when you heard some noises upstairs.

After taking big gulps of water, you put the empty glass in the sink and carefully made your way upstairs where you heard the noises starting to progress louder making you freeze in place. It was Keanu.

You heard his muffled groans and his moaning and despite the fact the noises caused your cunt to go wet, you really weren't planning on walking in on him having sex with your Mom but that seemed impossible. Your Mom was at work and you didn't hear anyone else with him. Unless your mom or whoever it is with him is good at keeping quiet.

You took a deep breath and silently tiptoed your way to the master's bedroom where Keanu had made a mistake of leaving the door slightly open. You didn't know what you were expecting. Did you expect Keanu having sex with your Mom? Yes. Did you expect him having someone else in the bed with him? Perhaps. But did you expect to find him stroking his own fucking cock with his eyes closed and brows furrowed as sinful noises escaped his lips? Certainly fucking not.

This was a sight to see. It seemed that Keanu didn't hear you come home because if he would have, he would've stopped what he was doing. Or maybe... maybe he knew but he decided to continue.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched his hands go up and down on his cock, his thumb swirling around the tip of his cock, smearing the oozing pre-cum all over his shaft and you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue across it, wanting to know how he tastes.

You quietly pushed the door open more to get a much clearer view of Keanu pleasuring himself. You didn't know what came over you but you found yourself hiking up your dress and slipping your hands in between your thighs and teasing your folds over your white laced panties.

The noises he made caused your breathing to go erratic but what completely made you whimper right then and there was when you heard these exact same words that came out of Keanu's lips.

"Oh God, I- Y/N, doll, you're so fucking good, how are you so good, baby?" Keanu groaned as he cupped his balls with his other hand and threw his head back as a growl emits from his mouth, "Fuck, Y/N, you make daddy feel so good."

Your name. You heard your fucking name from him. He was moaning your name. He was masturbating to the thought of you. The fact made you whimper and Keanu's eyes immediately shot open to find you standing at the doorway, hand in between your thighs and lust swimming in your eyes.

You gulped nervously as you saw his dark eyes staring at you. Keanu knew he should get dressed and apologize for whatever it was that he was doing right now. Apologize for letting you see him like this. And apologize for masturbating to you. But he couldn't find himself to do it. Not when you were standing there in front him, possibly touching yourself while he was stroking his own fucking cock.

"I-I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just-" You stammered, not really knowing what to say as you pulled your hand away, embarrassment slowly seeping its way into your body when Keanu had cut you off.

"Come here." His words caught you off guard causing you to stop and stare at him for a moment.

"W-What?" You watched as Keanu smirked before he shifted on the bed as he sat upright with his back against the headboard, his gaze never leaving you.

"I said come here." He repeated himself, his voice gruff and husky.

"You knew better than to watch me, baby doll. You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" Keanu asked, giving you a shit-eating grin.

Oh, you were fucked.

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[opheliasbrokenmind]

lolita

requested by: anon said 'Thomas Shelby x younger reader. If you do it - daddy kink tommy ? x'

word count: 1.7K+

warnings: sexual tension, daddyxbabygirl references

a/n: so here's my first work based on a request. i tried my best, hope you like it. btw i didn't want it to turn into smut so you can finish it with your imagination. love y'all 🖤

lolita, light of my love, fire of my loins. 

my sin, my soul.

would you be mine, would you be my baby tonight?

You and your friends came to Garrison to celebrate your graduation from college, you all wanted to enjoy the night and have some drinks. You started to drink, alcohol wasn't a thing that makes you drunk quickly. You ordered a glass of red wine and chatted with your beloved friends, Cecilia and Veronica. They were always there for you, the best company of yours. Cecilia and you studied literature but Veronica studied physics. While you were drinking, the boys left you to get some drinks. William was Cecilia's boyfriend and Edward had a crush on Veronica. People expected you and Robert to be a couple but, of course, you weren't.

The girls understood why, because you always had a taste for men older than you. Grown-up men always turned you on with the way they acted. You dated with boys older than you in college but they were still young for you. The boys came back and Robert gave you a drink with a smirk, you nodded and thanked him while forcing a smile. Cecilia got it and asked a question to Robert, you smiled at her to show your gratitude. You continued chatting with your friends, after fifteen minutes they sent you to get the drinks.

When you reached to the bartender, you ordered the drinks and started to wait. You looked around and something got your eye. Not something, but someone. He was a man with dark hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen in your life. He looked like he was at his late-30s. He had a sharp face and a muscular body. You couldn't help but watch him, his handsome face taking you over. Then you noticed his eyes, the shining blues were watching you. You shocked and glanced away, didn't want him to know you were watching him.

God, you were so wrong. Tommy laid his piercing blue eyes on you since you walked into the Garrison with your friends. He was with his brothers and his cousin, Michael, and he couldn't understand what they were talking about, not even a word. He was too focused on you, watching you chatting with your friends. When you came to the bar, he couldn't help but stare at your body. You were wearing a long dress but he had to admit that you were sexy as fuck with your long legs and your bare shoulders, he continued to stare at you when you glanced away.

'Nice one, Tommy.' John sent his brother a smug face. 'Isn't she a bit young for you?' Michael asked curiously. 'I don't think so, she looks like a tiger. Go get 'er, Tommy.' Arthur answered his cousin, noticing the change in his brother's face. He looked nervous when he thought she was really young for him. 'I don't know, she is really young for me.' John's smile widened, 'Who says that? Fuck'em.' Thomas started to think but his brother's smile disappeared, 'Who is that bastard?'  The blue eyes turned to the scene and saw a young lad next to the girl. He recognised the boy, he was the one who gave her a drink and Thomas saw that she was forcing the same smile again. He couldn't help but smile a little, he noticed that she didn't like him.

The night continued and your friends started getting drunk. Cecilia laughed at every damn word his boyfriend said and Veronica was flirting shamelessly with Edward. After making an attempt to you at the bar, Robert gave up and started to talk with the girl at the next table. You sat there, sipping your whiskey. You grabbed your lighter and lit a cigarette. Inhaling a long breath, you gave the smoke slowly and looked around. You saw him again, the mysterious man with blue eyes. Veronica saw you, 'Oh, so you noticed him finally. He had his eyes on you since we came here.'

You took another drag from your cigarette, 'I don't think so, you're drunk.' Cecilia overheard you in the noise and joined the conversation, 'Yeah, maybe we're drunk but he is watching you, y/n.' You swung tremulously, didn't want to believe it but you felt his eyes and raised your head. His mesmerizing blue eyes connected with your y/e/c ones. A small smile danced on his lips but it disappeared immediately. 'Don't say that you'll sit here and watch him all night.' You rolled your eyes, 'This is exactly what I'm going to do.'

Veronica pushed you a little, 'Are you serious? Just go and talk to him! You'll never see him again and do I need to mention that he is hot as fuck?  Like he can fuck you just with his eyes, imagine him in the bed.' Cecilia nodded, 'Move your ass or I'll kick you from this table.' You let out a breath, 'First, there's no way I'm doing it. And second, you won't do that.' Cecilia laughed, 'Try me. I'll kick your ass if you don't stand up and go talk to him in two minutes.' You sent her a look but she didn't give a fuck about it. You stubbed your cigarette and slowly stood up. 'If I screw, I'll make you regret that.'

Girls cheered and you walked to his table. You felt eyes on you, they belonged to men around him. Some of them looked like him, you thought they were his brothers or something. He noticed you but stood still, smoking his cigarette. But his eyes were on you, that cold blue ones were going to be the end of you. You finally made your way to him and smiled sheepishly, 'Um, hello. Would you like to...' You couldn't finish your sentence when he stared at you. 'Would I like to what?' He echoed you and his deep voice made your knees went weak.

The men smiled widely you blushed even deeper like it was possible.  'Dance with me?' Your voice was low and soft but unfortunately, he heard you. 'Why?' You sighed with his question, what was wrong with him? You felt awkward but decided to be more confident. 'Cause I liked you.' He lifted an eyebrow and the men watched you with open mouths. 'Why would I do that?' You rolled your eyes, 'If you don't want just say no, okay? I'm not gonna spend my night with your annoying questions.' He smirked, 'We got an impatient one 'ere, ay?' He threw his cigarette and stood up slowly.

He let you lead him to the dance floor and a slow song started to play. 'So you liked me?' You blushed again, he continued. 'Why would you like me, I'm too old for you.' You smiled a little and whispered without thinking, 'And maybe that's what turns me on.' A small smile played on his plump lips, you couldn't help but think how good they'd feel on you. 'Naughty.' His hands found your hips and he pulled you closer, leaving you no choice but touch his chest with your small hands. His muscles tightened under your touch. 'If I'm naughty, so are you.'

'You forgot that you are the one who came to my table and asked me to dance with you.' You looked at him directly and spoke without breaking the eye contact, 'And you are the one who watched me since I walked in.' He seemed surprised, 'I bet your friends told you this.' It was your turn to be surprised, he smiled. 'It looks like my guess is true. Eh, you're not the one who notices men, right?' You didn't give an answer and wrapped your arms around his neck, closing the distance between you and him. You felt complete with him.

Suddenly, you felt his breath at the back of your neck and couldn't help but let out a whimper. The sexual tension was too much for both of you, though you didn't move. His breath hitched and he spoke slowly, 'If you make that sound again, I won't be able to control myself.' You murmured quietly, 'What sound?' Then one of his hands went down and you felt his hand on your leg, his long fingers tracing your bare skin. You tried to control it but whimpered again and he groaned, 'Fuck. Go and take your coat. We're leaving.'

You followed his orders and quickly took your coat. Girls grinned like cheshire cats and you smiled widely. You were at the door in two minutes, he was waiting for you already. For love of the god, his house wasn't far. You crushed your lips to his pink ones and he took over the control, kissed you dominantly. His lips moved to your neck, you turned your head slowly to give him a better angle, then he made something that caused you to moan loudly. He connected his lips with your skin but didn't move. 'Say it.' His husky voice commanded you. 'I want it. God, I want it so badly.'

'What do you want?' He asked again. 'I want you to kiss my neck, my lips. I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want you to be my daddy tonight.' He slowly licked your neck, 'Daddy? If you call me that, it'll be a rough night love. What's your name?' You sighed, waiting for him to kiss your neck. 'y/n.' He admired how soft your name sounded, you looked too innocent to him. 'Thomas Shelby.' Then he kissed you like there was no tomorrow and you melted into him.

He lifted you up and took you to his bedroom, took off your clothes immediately. You laughed when he hurriedly threw his clothes to the floor, 'Oh, you're a hasty, daddy.' His jaw clenched with your voice, you tensed him. 'You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you, babygirl.' You smiled, 'Don't be cruel, Mr Shelby.' He couldn't believe that his name on your lips has an effect on him.

'What I'm going to do with you?' He sighed. 'What do you want me to do, daddy?' He bit his bottom lip and understood that he couldn't wait anymore. You were in front of him, with underwear and it felt like there were just two of you in the world. He knew it was wrong, you were no good but he didn't care. If it was a sin to be with you, then he was a sinner. He licked his lips, 'On your knees. Now.'

[chloe--bug]

I am not everyone

I’m writing from my phone today, which I don’t normally do, and I feel so childish, for somehow there is shame in what I am doing. I don’t believe I’ll ever know how to hold that feeling in my hand and let it be. I have to turn it over and over and press it from every direction because I’ll always hope I can somehow change its shape, make it join my side, although that plan has yet to work out for me. I can feel my back curving over as I lean into the tiny light box, and I feel as though I should be hiding.

Love has been on my mind a lot lately, I feel it washed over me all the time, and I oscillate between loving and hating the girl it makes me. Loving the kindness in my voice when we speak, the way I notice when our feet touch under the table, the way it feels to get the phone call; hating the insecurity, the unknown, the jumping to conclusions. I worry that my love will always have to be enough for the both of us. I don't know if it's right for me to choose to be content with the way things are. "By nature I cannot trust my desires, because I only desire the things that I shouldn't. I will desire, and then the next moment I will be repelled by my desire. Mostly everything I desire is not good for me. Maybe I love feeling like the world is ending. Maybe I will grow out of it." Life is short but it’s also long, soooo long, and I am standing with both feet in this specific eclipsed moment of life. I don't know if it is going to happen for me, but I have learned to listen to my god-given intuition as it whispers to me what will happen, and if I feel us, I just feel us. The door used to feel slammed shut, it no longer feels this way.

Last November I tried being an idealized version of myself, it didn’t work out, I ended up having to learn about a new kind of guilt, and I acted out of insecurity. this November I drink a lot of tea and use my computer in public and think about what's next and talk on the phone with the same person often. I’m coming back inside and surveying the space for the first time in what feels like forever, I’m wondering why I don’t recognize any of it, I’m trying to feel at home again. Everything changed. Everything will continue to change. I still don’t know where to put my shoes.

I’m trying to make plans, I’ve realized that it’s time I get my affairs in order, but I feel so unreal. In fact I feel like none of this is real, it just doesn’t feel right, I feel like my mind has too much control over reality. I am the universe experiencing itself, I am the god that can grant me forgiveness, I am the masterpiece and the artist. I started talking to the walls and it got confusing. All I really want out of this life is to make good things and to be known for what is good about me and to let my thoughts turn smooth and as real as water, still as a pond… “I want to let my mind go clear as glass.”

I dwell on the fear that people think I'm intense. I wish so badly that I wasn’t, I’ve cried and prayed to be an easier person to be, an easier person to deal with. On one hand, I've met great beauty and great sadness and I live for its novelty and teaching power. But on the other I look kind of weird at family parties, I’m always running across town with a crazed look in my eyes kind of, nobody understands what I want to do, not even me, and my bosses are always kind of bewildered by me. I’m always going to be someone who cries on the walk home.

There is never enough time to think about any of these feelings as much as I want to – in my perfect world, every day lasts weeks and every thought or theory of mine is fine-tuned to perfection, squeaky clean, bulletproof, fast, hard. I often feel alien in my mind for lack of this privilege – there are thoughts floating around in there that I don't even understand, and I'll never get the time to. I need a lifetime more in this head. I will catch myself staring in a cloudy mirror in a dark bar surrounded by people older and less exciting than me, wondering if I'll ever "get" myself. I force myself to trust that because I am like this, it will all work out, it has to I think, it always has.

[myfunnydiary04]

Online diary entry #1, June 21st, 2022

Hi. I'm gonna tell you about today in a bit, but before, I'll tell you what bothers me a lot right now. I can't tell my best friend, because she's gotten tired of me talking about boys so much, I feel like, and I just have to tell SOMEBODY because I'm going insane. So I was casually watching a German series on Netflix, right? Just sitting, wasting my time..and I remembered about the post I made earlier on Instagram, just a photo dump of today, since I was bored..and I looked at my phone and I saw that V liked my post. T didn't like it yet, but I don't know that I care about him anymore. And P, well..I'll always care about P, but that's besides the point. I'm happy that they liked it, but it's making me so mad and guilty that now I can't get V out of my mind, AGAIN, and I have Troye Sivan's "Only fools" playing in my head on repeat. V and T are friends and it's not right that I caught feelings for T's friend when T thinks I like him and he likes me back. I feel so bad, but V's just....AGRH!! He's too good to be true. I just really hope that the rumours aren't true and that he's not into guys. Or that he's also into girls. Ugh, this makes me sound awful, and I'm not representing my community like I should, being pansexual, but I just..I couldn't ever be just friends with him!!!! He's lovely. He's so nice and so open and talkative and friendly, and I know I said this for P, also, but if he asked me for the Moon, I'd dedicate the rest of my life to trying to give it to him. By the way, did I tell you that P has a little girlfriend, again? She's like 2 or 3 years younger than him..not that it would matter in real life but is it not weird for you to be with a 14 year old? What was wrong with me, I was a few months older and some cm way too short? Anyhow, I'm over that now, so we shall move on from the subject of boys because I'm getting frustrated.

So hear this instead: My day? B o r i n g. Really boring. I was kinda motivated this morning to get my life together, but it went away as quickly as it came. You kinda need money to get your life together and I don't have that...or the mental state, but that is very much besides the point..Did you know how expensive is a visit to a very, very good dentist? Hell, my sister paid such good money for my dentist appointment yesterday, FOR ONLY ONE TOOTH, I might become a dentist myself, just for the funding of other projects.

But anyhow..I didn't do anything today. I started watching that German series I mentioned earlier and that I don't know the name of, but I figured that since I took to studying German by myself, it would do me good to get familiarized with it. And it's good, too. And the guy there, Dominik..my GOD, he's so pretty. So, soooo beautiful. If the show wasn't already in German, I'd watch it just for him.

Also, quick reminder for me...read more. Just read whatever, really, whatever you like, but read. Please, read. :(

Yeah so..it's 22:45. It's not late at all, but I'm sleepy and I know my exhaustion isn't physical, since I've been sitting around..for a big part of my life. It's mental, and it's bothering me a lot, because I don't know how to rest my mind or my soul or even just how to trick my mind into thinking that my life is real, because it really doesn't feel like it is. It's like a badly directed, badly scripted short film that is so bad, you just keep wondering "WHEN WILL THIS END?!", but it doesn't end if you keep asking yourself that, because it's only been 5 minutes since it started. I feel like crying and screaming and yelling and kicking everything that touches me, and I don't even know why. I'm don't feel sad. I just feel...empty. Personally, I think it's the ADHD. Or the OCD. I think I forgot my point. I'll just..yeah, I'll go on with..telling you about my day. So I sat and felt ill and empty and I ate and sat some more and then, I ate some ice cream that I didn't even really like, and I ate a lot of it, and why? Well, I was bored. And a little miserable, to be fair, but you know..I'm always bored and miserable so it doesn't even count anymore, right? After that, I took some pics, again out of boredom but also because I'd like some memories, some cute ones, and my hair was looking quite good because of a shampoo bar I bought yesterday. Very nice stuff. After that, I watched Netflix. Now it's somehow almost 1 AM, so you can see how much Netflix I watched. I'm so tired I could cry. Does that even make sense? I'd like to cuddle with my dog and just cry my eyes out, but my mom won't let me take him inside. It's ok, though..I'm used to it.

I didn't say all that I had to say, but I'll come back tomorrow. Until then, you are all invited to my crying fest. And, if anyone is ever gonna read this..you're the best. Good night or good morning or whatever. Take care. <3

[29121996]

Tell Me All The Things (That Make You Feel At Ease)

Summary: In which Yoonji misses home and Hyoseon offers comfort

Pairing: Hoseok x Yoongi

Genre: Angst and fluff possibly ?

Word Count: 1.4k 

A/N: This is my first time uploading to tumblr oop.

The condensation from her shower had settled over the mirror and left her reflection blurry and distorted. She shook her head and watched as the droplets of water landed on the mirror before dropping down like tears, leaving trails in their wake. They did very little to improve the image quality of her face.

Yoonji quickly wrapped a towel around her head, keep her hair off her neck to dry. Small goosebumps erupted over her skin as she stepped out from the bathroom into the cool air of her bedroom. Best part of tour was being able to walk around naked and not get in trouble (of course if her manager started banging on her door, she'd be in strife but for now, she didn't care). Yoonji’s still wet feet left indents in the grey, creaking carpet as she padded over to her suitcase.

Crouching down, she rummaged through her clothes to find her fuzzy pyjamas, the ones her girlfriend gave her before she left for Tour.

Her fingertips grazed the soft material and like a hungry animal, she snatched them up and held them to her chest, breathing in. The smell of Hyoseon was long gone thanks to many nights of them being parted but Yoonji liked to pretend she could smell her girlfriend.

Standing up, Yoonji quickly changed and heaved a sigh as the warmth of the fuzzy shirt settled against her skin. Despite Hyoseon’s absence, Yoonji could delude herself into thinking that maybe her girlfriend was present if she was wearing her clothes. It's better than nothing.

Yoonji sat down on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths. She could feel her anxiety rising in her chest, constricting her breathing and suddenly she couldn't breathe. She tried to force air into her lungs, gasping. Her blunt nails dug into her thighs, the pain offering little to no comfort or grounding for her panic attack. Even though it was the middle of winter and her hotel room was basically a penthouse, her skin felt too hot to touch and everything was too small.

Breathe, Yoonji. Just breathe. She wasn't sure how long she sat there, gasping like a fish out of water but slowly, her heart rate climbed back down and her anxiety ebbed away. Leaning forward, she rested her head in her hands and waited for her dizziness to pass. As tears threatened to spill, her leg began bouncing uncontrollably and her heart hurt.

The truth was, she missed home. She missed Hyoseon and home cooked meals and cuddling up to Holly. Music was something she loved and adored but right now, touring was too much for her and she missed the comfort of being home.

Before she could even blink or comprehend what she was doing, her hands had her phone and she was dialling her girlfriend’s number while crying and hiccuping uncontrollably.

‘Hey, baby.’ The smile in Hyoseon's voice made Yoonji's hysteria worse. Combined with the nickname she hadn't heard in such a long time, the tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks at an alarming rate. Her vision became blurry and she sniffles. Opening her mouth, she tried to force words, sentences, anything out but nothing came.

‘Yoonji, baby, what's wrong? Are you okay? Breathe for me, okay? Everything will be fine. Just breathe for me.’ Hyoseon started whispering soothing sentences and if Yoonji closed her eyes, she could almost pretend Hyoseon was right beside her, holding her.

A few moments passed and Yoonji could feel herself calming down. Her sobbing turned into loud, body wracking hiccups while her tears dried on her cheeks. Snot was threatening to drip from her nose and her hands shook in her lap.

Yoonji opened her mouth a few times before a whiny, stuttered sentence was finally produced. ‘I miss you so much.’

‘I miss you too, baby. You have no idea how much I miss you,’ Hyoseon mumbled and Yoonji wiped her cheeks and nose, lip trembling. Don't cry again. You need to stop crying.

‘I don't want to be on tour anymore.’ She whined. In the morning, she knew she'd regret saying that. Performing for crowds was the only thing she wanted in life but right now, she wasn't thinking straight. The amount of heartache and homesickness clouding her brain meant all she could think of was comfort and getting home to familiarity.

‘You don't mean that.’ Her girlfriend mumbled softly.

‘I do!’ Yoonji hiccuped and Hyoseon chuckled, and the older girl’s heart was about to jump out of her chest. I miss hearing that so much.

‘No you don't. You're homesick,’ Yoonji could feel more tears threatening to spill. ‘Calm down for me, okay? Then talk to me.’

Hyoseon spoke softly and the older girl took deep breaths, trying to regulate her breathing and raging heart rate. When she felt like she could speak without breaking down again, she began talking.

‘I'm…’ Yoonji chewed on her lip. ‘I'm afraid of this. I don't want to do this alone, not anymore. I don't like this, feeling like home is so far away and out of reach. It’s hard knowing you’re so far away from me.’ She admitted quietly. Hyoseon didn't say anything for a few moments and beats of silence passed through them.

Finally, she spoke up. ‘That's normal, baby. But think about it for me, okay? Think about where you are right now. You're on the other side of the world, baby! Performing for crowds of thousands, cheering you on. You get to see the people who have and are supporting you just as much as I do. You've worked so fucking hard to get where you are and I'm so proud of you,’ Yoonji started crying again and Hyoseon let out a nervous, dry laugh.

‘Please don't cry, baby.'

‘I want to go home. I miss home.’

‘What do you miss at home?’

‘I miss Holly. I miss Taeyeon and her stupid boyfriend. I miss home cooked meals from Hyejin. I miss you,’ Yoonji hiccuped again. ‘I miss you so much, baby. I miss having your arms around me while I listen to your heartbeat. I miss your touch and the comfort you offer me when I'm sad. I miss watching you dance and the way you're so focused and the way you move. I miss everything you give me. I even miss your stupid weed socks for fucksake.’ Hyoseon giggled.

‘My stupid weed socks miss you too.’ Yoonji cracked a smile.

‘Please take me home.’ Yoonji whispered. Despite talking to Hyoseon and hearing her voice, Yoonji felt so alone and it clawed at her heart, leaving gaping, open wounds.

‘I wish I could, baby. I wish I could help cheer you up. So badly.’ Hyoseon’s voice wobbled and Yoonji could hear the emotion threatening to spill. Her grip on the phone tightened.

‘I wish you were here. I want you to tell me I'm gonna be okay in person, Hyoseon.’ The younger girl let out a sigh.

‘Me too. I would if I could, baby. I want to see you perform all these songs you've poured your soul into. I'm sure you look so fucking dazzling under those stage lights,’ Hyoseon choked back a sob. ‘You're so beautiful and talented and I wish I could witness it.’

‘Please come to my next show.’ Yoonji begged. Her words and tone sounded so desperate to her own ears but she didn't care. She just wanted Hyoseon.

‘I can't. I would if I could. How about you get someone to stream the concert for me, baby? And I'll watch from the balcony and pretend I'm there with you?’

‘Okay. I'll see if I can.’ Yoonji brightened at the idea.

‘I'll wave my lightstick and sing along and annoy my neighbours. I'll cheer you on from home, okay?’

‘Okay.’

‘How about you get to sleep, alright? I know it's late there and you need to rest.’ Hyoseon whispered gently.

‘I will in a minute. Can you stay on the phone with me? You don't even have to say anything, just stay on the call. It'll make me feel better.’ Yoonji asked softly.

Hyoseon hummed.

‘Okay. Anything else?’

‘Not really. I love you though.’ Pressing the phone to her ear, Yoonji climbed into bed and crawled under the covers. She leaned over and plugged her phone in before putting it on loud speaker.

‘I love you too. Are you comfy and in bed?’ Hyoseon asked and Yoonji hummed, feeling her eyes flutter shut as drowsiness took over her system.

‘It's not the same but it'll do.’ She mumbled.

‘You know the thing I do, where I stroke your wrist and stuff? Do that and pretend it's me.’ The younger girl offered up and Yoonji shook her head.

‘Too tired and lazy.’ She yawned. Hyoseon let out a snort.

‘Goodnight, baby. I love you so much.’ Yoonji just hummed in response.

(Hyoseon waited until she knew Yoonji was fully asleep before disconnecting).