#like he probably pulls all his clients that way let’s be honest

[strxwberry-skiess]

no because i commented on this cute tattoo artist’s instagram post about getting one of his designs tattooed and like the pathetic person i am, i still have his response pulled up in my notification center because damn boy, it kinda gave me some little butterflies in my tummy

[etheraltides]

BITTER SWEET ᥫ᭡࿔

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!thornton!Reader

Summarize: Rafe Cameron, a rising name in the business world, desperately needs a date for the wedding of the year. With a major investment deal on the line and his image at stake, he finds himself reluctantly turning to the last person he ever expected for help: Topper’s little sister, a girl he’s bickered with since he could remember.

Warning(s): cursing, Rafe being Rafe.

A/N: English isn’t my first language and I did my best to edit it all - so if something escaped me, please, let me know. Feedback is more than welcome .ᐟ

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ Chapter two: shopping for disaster ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

Rafe Cameron sat in his car outside Topper's house, the black SUV gleaming under the midday sun. He glanced at his watch for the third time in less than ten minutes, annoyance bubbling beneath the surface. Rafe had dismissed all his meetings in the afternoon and a few in the morning to make sure he'd be there in time so she wouldn't have an excuse to back away from it. He hadn't expected her to take her sweet time, but he should have known better.

Rafe should've known you weren't be civil even if you accepted it. Which, to be honest, still surprised him. He was ready to have the door slammed on his face but it seems not even you could say no to some easy money.

His phone buzzed with a text and for a moment, he thought it was saying you'd be down in five, but it was just Topper reminding him about their gym session tomorrow morning, having no idea what his best friend and sister were plotting behind his back. He sighed, shifting in his seat, the leather creaking under his movements in a way that had his annoyance growing. Why was it taking so long for you to get ready? You weren’t going for some fashion show, just to buy stuff downtown.

"Fucking bitch" Rafe muttered under his breath, hitting the horn a couple of times. He was already regretting all of this. The longer he sat there, the more the idea of bringing you as his fake girlfriend felt like a terrible decision. You'd probably jump at every chance to mess with him like you were doing now.

Just as he was about to give up and head home to, hopefully, contact a few clients, he spotted a car pulling up. He hadn't seen this one around before and by the low price, it surely wasn't your family’s. From the rearview mirror, he saw the loser push his aviators up, leaning in to kiss the girl. Rafe's stomach twisted as Topper's sister slid out, your hair tousled and a satisfied smile playing on your lips. Gross.

The sight of her closing the passenger door sent a jolt of irritation through him, mixed with something he couldn't quite identify. You looked carefree, laughing at something the guy said, and for a moment, Rafe felt like an intruder on a private scene he had no right to witness.

"Seriously?" he muttered under his breath, slamming closed the door of his truck. Were you hooking up while he was waiting in the sun?

You turned around towards the voice, your smile fading when you caught sight of him. His jaw clenched and his gaze sharp.

"Rafe?" you asked, surprise etching your features as you adjusted the strap of your bag, the casual air of confidence slipping slightly. You hadn't noticed his car when the touron parked. "You're early."

If Topper heard about this, you'd be dammed. You had told him you'd be sleeping over a friend.

"Or you're late.” he replied, crossing his arms, unable to keep the edge out of his voice. "What was that all about?"

Your brows furrowed, the glint in your eyes replaced by defensiveness. "I had... plans. Not that it's any of your business."

"Plans? Is that what you call it?" Rafe shot back, frustration bubbling to the surface as he ran a hand through his buzzcut. "You said we'd leave at noon. Did you really think it was okay to keep me waiting while you were off with some random douchebag? I fucking canceled my meetings to be here on time because you wanted to go shopping for shit!''

"As if you care, idiot." you snapped, the challenge in your voice clear. "I'm doing you a favor, remember? You have no right to question me about my plans and he wasn't a douchebag."

"Because I thought you'd have some decency!" he countered, irritation lacing his tone as he struggled to keep his voice down, walking closer to you. He points towards the car was minutes ago. "That asshole didn't even open the door for you when he dropped you off."

"Well, it was better than sit around and wait for you!" you shot back, an eyebrow raised defiantly as you wrapped your hair in a messy bun, feeling too hot from all this arguing in the sun. "It's not like you're the perfect image of being on time."

He shook his head, trying to tamp down the rising anger and something deeper that he always refused to acknowledge. "Let's just go, alright?" he muttered, opening the passenger door for you with an exaggerated sight.

You arched a brow, starring at him while he stood there with the door held open, for you. Whatever. You shook your head, clenching your jaw as you moved to the passenger seat, only to realize a second too late that you needed to change into something… well, better. The door was already slammed closed and Rafe was already on his seat.

Rafe started the engine and pulled out of the driveway. The radio was off and you had your arms crossed over your chest, looking to the window with an almost unnotiaciable pount on your lips. He didn't even give you time to shower and change. How could you go shopping in a t-shirt and jean shorts? Rude. Brute.

"Do you even have a plan for this?" you asked after a few minutes in silence, watching the front of the boutiques.

"Yeah, I figured we'd just wing it" he replied, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. Did Topper know you were hanging around with broken tourons now? If not, he'd make sure to tell him later.

"Wing it? You're kidding, right?" you laughed, but the sound had a sharp edge. A superiority that crawled under his skin. "People love to gossip at these events. If we just act like we're a couple, someone will definitely ask questions."

"Fine." he snapped, annoyance dripping in his voice as he parked the car in front of one of the many expensive stores of the island. "What do you suggest then, Mrs. Director of Fake Dates."

He hopped off the car and you rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag. You muttered a thank you as he opened the door for you, stopping in the sidewalk.

"Where did you say the wedding was again?" you furrowed your brows, not really remembering this piece of information. "Well, anyway. We need a backstory. Something believable. How about we say we've known each other since we were kids? You're my brother best friend. We had a falling out last summer and decided to give it another shot. Cliché. People eat that shit."

"Italy" He shrugged, following you as you decided which store would be first. You stopped in your tracks, looking at him with arched brows.

"Did you just say Italy as if in Europe?" you blinked, taking a deep breath as you nodded at yourself.

“How many fucking Italies do you know?” He snorted as his head turned to look at you, dumbfounded. You forced a smile, showing him the middle finger.

"Don't worry. It's just for one weekend, I told you." He held open the door of the boutique you stopped in front of, pushing you inside by the shoulder. "Let's keep the details of the story short, alright? The less people know, the better.”

“All right, Mr. Boring. Time to find me a dress that won’t embarrass you.”

Rafe followed you inside, mentally preparing himself for the impending chaos. The store was bright and stylish, filled with an array of dresses and heels. You immediately dove into the racks, pulling out pieces in vibrant colors and flowing fabrics, not sparring him a second glance.

Fuck, he could already feel his pockets hurting.

“Help me out here,” you called over your shoulder, an armful of dresses piled high. “You’ve got baby arms but let’s see if they can handle this.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he picked up a few dresses. “I don’t have baby arms,” he retorted, but the smirk on his face betrayed his amusement. Baby arms, really?

“Are you serious right now?” you teased, glancing back at him with a playful challenge in your eyes. “Maybe I should get you my workout plan instead of a dress.”

He shot you a glare, but the corner of his mouth twitched in a reluctant smile before he caught himself. “Just get what you need, and I’ll carry it, but don’t expect me to play your little games.”

You grinned, the mischievous light in your eyes making his heart race. Because you were infuriating. “Oh, but you’re going to play. It’s part of the deal.”

You’d already been through several rounds of dresses - each one met with a casual nod or a half-hearted comment from Rafe as he scrolled on his phone. A sleek black gown had caught his eye for a moment, and the deep red one had nearly made him lose his cool, but he managed to keep his reactions under control. He wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction of knowing just how much he was affected. You already were infuriating enough without him feeding your ego.

But then you stepped out in a blue dress. It wasn’t just any blue dress—it clung to you figure like it was made for you, the fabric flowing and shimmering as you walked. It hugged your figure perfectly, accentuating you curves in a way that made his breath hitch. The neckline dipped just enough to draw the eye, and the slit running from the edge of the dress to the top of you thigh was nothing short of provocative. Rafe felt his heart race, an unfamiliar heat burning in his veins.

He caught himself staring, quickly snapping his gaze back up to your face. Get it together, Cameron. She was annoying, infuriating, and the last person he should be looking at like that. Yet here he was, shifting in his seat, a strange heat building in his chest as you spun around and gave him a look that practically dared him to say something.

“What do you think?” you asked, your voice teasing but soft, as if you already knew the effect the dress was having on him.

He cleared his throat, trying desperately to summon one of his usual sarcastic remarks. “It’s… fine,” he managed, though his voice didn’t carry its usual edge.

You tilted your head, eyes gleaming with amusement as you starred at him through the mirror. “Fine? Just fine?” You pouted and turned around. You stepped closer, and he could feel the air between you grow thicker. “You’re not even looking.”

“I’m looking,” he muttered, his eyes betraying him again by glancing down at your legs before he moved it to his phone. He hated how easy it was for you to get under his skin. Every part of him was screaming to look away, to say something snarky and put you in her place, but for once, he couldn’t find the words. You looked too good. He hated it.

“No witty comeback? Wow, I’m impressed,” you teased, taking another step forward, the fabric of the dress shifting with your movement in a way that only drew his attention more.

He swallowed hard, doing his best to remember why you annoyed him so much. You’re frustrating. You’re a pain. He forced himself to think of every little thing you’d ever done to irritate him, but the sight of you in that dress made it nearly impossible.

“At least you’re as hot as you are annoying,” he finally muttered under his breath, shaking his head in a vain attempt to hide the fact that his pulse was racing.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly delighted with his response. A surprise chuckle escaped your lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Rafe huffed, trying to regain some composure. “Don’t get used to it,” he said, though the slight crack in his voice betrayed him.

“Too much for your business crowd?” you asked, spinning around in front of the mirror, your tone laced with amusement.

“Nah, you’ll fit right in,” he said, though his mind was screaming the opposite. Too much. Way too much. Too much for his own sake.

As you turned back to the mirror, adjusting the slit in the dress, Rafe allowed himself one more glance, feeling a mix of frustration and something else bubble up inside him. He preferred you when you were just annoying.

“I’m not carrying you out when those heels become too much,” he tossed out, trying to steer the conversation back into a safer territory.

You laughed, not missing a beat. “Don’t worry, I can handle myself. But it’s nice to know you’re concerned.”

“Concerned?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “More like I just don’t want you slowing me down.”

But as you disappeared back into the fitting room, he leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair in frustration. You were supposed to be his best friend’s little infuriating sister helping him with this. Yet with every passing second, it felt like you were becoming something else entirely. He couldn’t shake the way his gaze lingered on you, how he was beginning to dread the moment you’d step out of his line of sight. When did you turn human and stopped being a complete bitch?

Maybe it’s just been too long since Rafe got laid. Yeah, that was right. Between throwing his dad’s ashes and building a name for himself in the business world, Rafe barely had time to find some release. He’d fix it tonight.

Rafe was already at the counter, signing off on the receipt for all the dresses you’d tried on and decided that would be used in the weekend. His jaw clenched as he tried to ignore the numbers.

“Well, that was fun,” you quipped, an exaggerated smile as you leaned next to him, telling the lady that he’d be carrying all the bags.

Rafe shot you a look, muttering, “Fun? For you, maybe.”

“Come on, Rafe,” you teased, “one of the conditions for me agreeing to this whole thing was that you pay for everything.”

He scoffed, sliding his black card back into his wallet. “Yeah, trust me, I’m well aware. Still doesn’t make it any less painful.”

“Don’t be such a baby. We’re practically made of money,” you said, glancing at the bags filled with dresses for the wedding weekend. “Besides, you should be thanking me. You’re the one getting something out of this.”

“Yeah, I’m getting a headache.”

You rolled her eyes, nudging him playfully - a bit too hard. “You’re so dramatic.”

He offered you the fakest smile you’ve ever seen before shoving half of the bags to you.

As you stepped out into the street, Rafe hesitated. Against his better judgment, he found himself saying, “You hungry?”

You blinked, clearly surprised. “Why, Rafe Cameron, are you actually offering to buy me food after spending all that cash on dresses?”

“Don’t push it,” he grumbled, starting to walk toward a small café nearby. “But since we’re supposed to be convincing everyone at this wedding, we might as well figure out the rules over lunch.”

You followed, a surprised smirk playing on your lips. “Rules? You mean besides the one where you’re my personal ATM for the weekend?”

“Yeah, that one too,” he said dryly as they found a table outside the café, placing the bags down not so gently.

You sat down, menus in hand, and for a brief moment, they both seemed content to sit in silence. Until you broke it.

“Okay, so first rule,” you glanced up from the menu. “No kissing.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Why would think I’d kiss you? I’m not desperate”

“We can hold hands, lean in, whatever. But no actual kissing,” you insisted, tone firm. “This is strictly business.”

“We can hold hands, lean in, whatever. But no actual kissing,” she insisted, her tone firm. “This is strictly business.”

“Strictly business, huh?” He smirked, shaking his head. “You say that, but you’ll be the one swooning if we get too close.”

You let out a laugh, clearly unimpressed. “Please, Cameron, if you were half as charming as you think you are, you wouldn’t need a fake girlfriend in the first place.”

“Oh, I’m charming enough. You’re just stubborn and blind.” He leaned in a little, lowering his voice. “Admit it - you’re at least a little curious what it’d be like.”

Your smile faltered just for a second before it was replaced with a disgusted face, “Curious? About you? Only to see how much more annoying you can get.”

Rafe’s gaze flickered down to your legs as you shifted in the seat, his jaw tightening as he caught himself. Annoying. Infuriating. But damn if you’re not hot, he thought, biting back a comment. His expression hardened, trying to snap himself out of it. He really needed to get laid, quickly.

You crossed your arms, leaning forward a little. “Second rule: no jealous boyfriend act. I don’t need you scaring off guys at the wedding.”

Rafe rolled his eyes. “Why would I be jealous? Get over yourself.”

“Yeah, okay,” you leaned back in your chair. “Just remember, this isn’t real. No need for the possessive act.”

“I got it. Fake dating. No jealousy,” he repeated, the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“And no trying to use this as an excuse to annoy me,” you added with a pointed look. “Topper won’t be knowing about this. Ever.”

Rafe barked out a laugh. “Annoy you? That’s practically the only fun part of this arrangement.”

“Right, because you’re soooo fun to be around,” you shot back, rolling your eyes dramatically.

“Look, just follow my lead, alright? I’ll make sure we don’t look like complete idiots in front of my business associates,” he said, picking up his menu.

“I’m not the one who looks like an idiot,” you muttered under your breath, pretending to read the menu.

He snorted, clearly hearing you, but chose not to respond. The air was filled with silence again as they waited for the waiter.

Finally, you set your menu down and locked eyes with him. “Okay, but one more thing.”

“What now?” he asked, exasperated.

“No flirting with other girls while we’re there. I’m not covering for you if you get caught in some hotel scandal.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, half amused and half annoyed. “Please. I should’ve known you were the jealous type.”

“Oh, sure,” your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just stick to the plan, Rafe. We get in, play our parts, and get out without embarrassing ourselves. You can handle that, right?”

Rafe leaned in slightly, his smirk still in place. “I don’t know, princess. You seem pretty good at embarrassing yourself. Might be contagious.”

You glared at him but couldn’t hold back a small smile. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re still here, so what does that say about you?”

You opened you mouth to respond, ready say that it made you the kindest person in the world, but the waiter returned just in time to take your orders. As you waited for the waitress to come back with your order, you pulled your phone to scroll, had seen enough of Rafe’s face for the afternoon.

You tried to think of the best way to survive this fake dating arrangement with as little emotional damage as possible for one weekend. Maybe you’d end up killing each other first.

“Can you…” you took a deep breath, nibbling on your bottom lip while you looked around before meeting his gaze. “Not tell Topper about what you’ve seen earlier?”

“The douchebag?” Rafe arched a brow, his jaw tensing as he remembered the encounter, your hair tousled.

“He isn’t a douchebag but yeah, that.” you let out a long sigh, sipping on your juice.

“I’ll think about it. Let’s see how you will do during the wedding, huh.” He offered you one of these smug smirks that made you want to punch his face. Of course he wouldn’t make things easy for you.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ TAGLIST: @megiiite @melsunshine @maybankslover @wearemadeofstardust0 @lilithblackkk

[honeykaes]

dark red

kaveh x reader II 2.0k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, heavy angst, character death, hurt no comfort, implied severe depression and untreated mental illness, face-sitting, cunnilingus, body-worship, praise, masturbation, unhealthy coping mechanism, implied alcohol use, unedited

synopsis: kaveh feels as though his life is completely falling apart when he is greeted to a cold and empty home after work, only for you to appear with a smile.

❝ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 ���𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 ❞

Kaveh couldn’t remember the last time he genuinely smiled. His head felt as though it was spinning as he trudged his way back from meeting a client all day; night full present in Sumeru City. His brain pounded against his skull in loud thumbs that matched his heartbeat. He dug through his pockets, fumbling to feel the familiar cool metal of his key before pulling it out.

Tears pricked at his eyes, overwhelmed by everything and everyone at the moment. His shaky hand struggled to put the key into the hold multiple times before it slid. He lifted his arm to wipe the tears that didn’t go away from his brisk blinking. Trying to blink them away as some managed to escape and cascade down his sun-kissed cheeks, he turned the knob and opened the door.

Silence and darkness greeted him. Not a pin-drop, not a footstep, not a breath beside his own.

Who would have guessed that the most famous architect in the region had a soulless home for himself?

Kaveh let out a sigh as he turned to close the door and flick the switch of the room on. With one deep breath, he turned around to see you in front of him, smiling and head tilted to the side in curiosity.

As if it was magic, just seeing your eyes made him feel lighter—your smile like the sun of the desert soothing the darkness that wanted to consume him. His eyes softened, slowly walked up to you before letting his arms wrap themselves around you. 

“Archons, I missed you…” he murmured, face pressed against your hair spelling the slightly familiar scent of your hair products. You chuckled, returning the gesture.

“How was your day today sweetheart? You don’t seem like you’re in the best of moods if I’m being honest,” you admitted. Kaveh huffed—letting himself stop holding your body—moving to attention on your hands as he felt them tenderly.

“No, just my client. Rich and egotistical as the last one. Every conversation with them is: ‘give me the most expensive thing’, like that’s the most important thing? Practicality and beauty have to work harmoniously,” he scoffed, eyebrows creasing in annoyance.

“I think they just want to sell it off after I work on this building for probably double the price! I would have dropped this case already but…I need the money,” he groaned—closing his eyes—feeling your hand slipping away from his grip and brush against his cheek. He leaned against the touch, slightly pouting.

“They sorta remind me of someone we know…” he scoffed. You let out a laugh, patting Kaveh’s firm chest at his response.

“Come now, you got to give your old roommate some slack. He moved out and let you have this place to yourself. Alhaitham couldn’t have been a monster if he did that for you,” you reminded. Kaveh pouted and sighed dramatically once more, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Fine, I’m not going to talk about him tonight. I got enough stress as it is,” he muttered. Smiling once more, you leaned over placing a kiss on Kaveh’s cheek as his eyes softened once more at your figure.

“Why don’t you go ahead and eat something? Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten all day again haven’t you—”

Kaveh hummed momentarily pondering your suggestion, letting his hands reach out and travel to your waist, before interrupting you. 

“Honestly, I’d rather get my fill from you. Work was…difficult. I could just use you in my arms for a while,” he revealed. He leaned in as your noses brushed against one another, before slowly moving to claim your lips. The sweet bitterness of booze was on his tongue, as your heads tilted to get closer to one another. His hands pinched at your waist, as he felt your lips curl upwards in the kiss.

When you two leaned away, your lips were glossy—a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“So please…indulge me for a little while…”

The two of you made haste to the bedroom. You sat on the bed, grabbing onto part of his cape to bring him closer quickly. Your hands made their way under his firm, feeling the cool, smooth skin of his body before helping him lift the shirt off of him. Kaveh hummed, feeling your fingers graze from his pectorals down to his abdomen, tracing the defined curves of his V-line.

Kaveh shivered as goosebumps coated his body, cock beginning to brim with life as it pressed against his black slacks. As your hands settled on the waistband of his pants, Kaveh gently grabbed them to stop them from going further.

“Not this time lovely. Like I said, please let me indulge myself,” he cooed. With a gentle touch, Kaveh slowly began to peel the layers of your clothing off of it, letting them fall and adorn the tile floor.

He slowly crawled on top of you, letting his lips brush against the various curves and imperfections of your body. His touch was delicate, tracing around any freckle, any mole, any birthmark as if to say he noticed and loved them too.

“You don’t know how lucky I am to have you in my life. I’m so grateful for every inch of you,” he whispered, lips making their way to your neck. He smiled, feeling your body trembling, as his thumb grazed against your slit. He could feel the wetness beginning to pool from your cunt.

”Think you can do something for me joon-am…” he whispered in their ear. You curiously nodded as he plopped himself on the bed, hand stroking at your thigh.

”I’m going to need you to sit right here for me darling…” gesturing to his smiling face. You snorted, feeling your face as your laughter filled the room. His cheeks reddened, yet he couldn’t bother to focus on his embarrassment when your laughter sang out as a song to him.

”So that’s what you meant by meal…” you replied. Kaveh chuckled, slightly embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his shoulder nervously. 

You shifted your body, so your hips hovered above his face. You saw you shiver as his hot breaths stared at your wet puffy folds, begging to be savored and appreciated. His hands snaked up to your waist as he opened his mouth wide before you gently let yourself sit on top of it. 

A gasp is ripped from you as Kaveh’s tongue swirls against your drooling slit, lapping up any bit of your slick that managed to fall in his mouth. He flattened his tongue against your clit, swiping the muscle from side to side. You grabbed onto the sheets as your hips shifted and ground on his face, desperate for any more friction.

Kaveh's hips bucked, as precum began to smear, causing a spot on his pants to darken in color. You guide his hands from your waist to the mounds of your chest. He slightly squeezed them, rolling your pebbling nipples with his thumb as he continued to lap you up. 

His lips circled against the sensitive nub, sucking on it while he let his tongue roll fast circles on it. Another loud moan is ripped from your lips—your pitch getting higher and higher. He knew you were getting close.

He sucked, letting the loud noise of slurping your essence to join the sinful harmony of your moans before continuing to suck and toy with your clit. Your thighs pressed against his cheeks, nails raking against the satin sheets of the bed before your back arched.

“Kaveh. Kaveh! ‘aveh. Kav-ah…!” you babbled out, shutting your eyes tight. Your body trembled, finally reaching your high as you continued to squirm on top of his face. He pushed through his jaw hurting to continue to slurp and drink your essence as if he was starved.

As you let out a shaky sigh, recovering from before, you lifted your hips greeted with the dopey smile Kaveh had on his face; the lower half smeared with your slick. You get off of him, allowing him to take a few deep breaths before wiping his face with his hand, and lapping the excess slick clinging onto him with his tongue.

“Satisfied?” you asked him, propping yourself to the side. Kaveh’s scarlet eyes flickered up to you, grinning.

“Of you? Always,” he murmured back. He let his hands run themselves along the curve of your body, pressing kisses against your neck. With his free hand, he slowly removes his soiled pants and underwear, letting them fall to the group. His cock pulsated, twitching on its own, as it leaned against the globe of your ass. It smeared some of his precum budding at his flushed tip. 

Kaveh’s thumb pressed against your puffy folds, pressing one to the side to give him better access. He watched as your hole pulsated before moving his tip against it and slipping inside. He groaned deep in your ear, slowly seething his cock inside of you before he bottomed out. He moved his hand away, resting it between the globe of your ass and your waist.

“Archons, I never want to forget this feeling,” Kaveh whined, leaning in closer in a desperate attempt to get even deeper inside of you. He slowly thrusted, as he continued to wander and appreciate your form. He could feel their warmth sucking them up, urging him to plow harder and deeper inside of you.

He grunted, lifting your leg to satiate part of his urges, watching his cock continue to disappear inside of you—glistening in your essence. Your hand dipped down, grazing against your overstimulated clit as you rubbed tight circles against it. Kaveh could feel your body quiver as you leaned your head further against the pillow, beginning to lose yourself.

“More…Kaveh, please!” you begged out. His cock brushed against your walls. Your body jolted as he rocked himself in a certain spot, walls fluttering and tightening against him. He moaned, continuing to fight the urge to thrust faster. 

He wanted to make love to you, not just to fuck you.

Your body began to shift once more as Kaveh’s hand pressed you firmly against him. With a cry, your walls caved down, reaching your high once more. As your walls clamped down against him, his pace grew slightly faster before he shoved his face in your nape. With a muffled groan of your name, his hips bucked one final time.

”(Y/n)...(Y/n)....(Y/n)!”

As white-hot pleasure flashed throughout him, snapping his eyes shut, his hips rocked as ropes of cum shot from him. He sighed, staring down at his hand tightly wrapped around his softening cock.

The once euphoria that hit him seemed to be gone in an instant, the familiar cold and dark house back here again.

How long had he been hallucinating you to cope? How many months has it been since you passed?

You would never be there to greet him from work as he complained about clients, his old roommate. You would never be there to motivate him to take better care of himself. Remember to eat, not drink as much, not take life as seriously, and enjoy the moment.

As Kaveh sighed, moving his head to press against your old pillow, tears began to welp in his eyes once more.

Your scent that once kept him okay seemed completely gone now. He tried so hard to mimic your old oils and lotions but it was always off. Why couldn’t you have left him with that at least? At least he could fall asleep better pretending you were sleeping soundly next to him.

It never was that same scent you used when you were alive, lying next to him without a care in the world…

…And a smile on your face.

His bloodshot eyes flickered to a picture. A photo of you and him, smiling brightly underneath the ornate sugar cloth at your wedding.

He couldn’t hold back the tears anymore

Kaveh curled in a ball, tears pouring from his eyes as if it were an endless faucet. His body trembled, hands covering his face—exhausted and incomplete; alone and so lost without you.

After all these years, it seemed he finally understood his mother.

❝ 𝐎𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ❞

[ladykailitha]

The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 11

Just two more chapters to go. The tension is ramping up and you're gonna want to hold on to your seats. This is the penultimate chapter before everything is revealed. And hooboy is it going to be great fun.

In this we find out who the cleaner was and he gives Eddie the final clue he needs to stop his troubles once and for all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

~

Eddie enjoyed watching the cleaning crew. They were like bees in a hive, not bumping up against each other or trying to do the same tasks. Cleaning up after some days was hell, like Tuesdays and Saturdays and he always made sure to pay extra on those days.

That said, he really didn’t know any of them. The only familiar faces were the foremen. Eddie has asked the head forman about it once and was told that cleaning Hellfire was such a cushy job that he rotated teams so that everyone got a chance at it.

So imagine his surprise when one of the cleaners stopped Steve on his way out of the dressing room for a short chat.

It looked a little heated, if Eddie was being honest and was about to step in when Steve broke away from the conversation and drifted his direction.

Eddie cocked his head toward the cleaner. “Who was that?”

“An old friend of mine,” Steve said with a shrug. “I didn’t realize he had fallen on such hard times. Apparently his mom broke her hip and hasn’t been able to work for the last year.”

“That’s rough,” Eddie said, and waved his arm for Steve to go first. “I don’t know how much the cleaners make, but maybe if he puts in an application we can find him something to do here. Hell, he could work in the kitchen if Monty liked him well enough.”

His chef was a thin, wiry looking fellow, but he knew how to make the best club food anyone had ever tasted. He was also particular about who worked with him. But Monty could always use an extra hand or two and it would never hurt to try.

“I’ll let him know the next time I see him,” Steve said with a fond smile. “He’s also got a little brother in college, maybe have him apply too. Couldn’t hurt. What’s the least that’s going to happen, you say no? They won’t be any worse off for applying.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. He didn’t think that he would hire either of them if he was honest, but like Steve said, they wouldn’t be worse off for it. “So how was Creepy McCreepy?”

Steve bumped Eddie with his hip. “Henry Creel was fine. He’s just passing through, by the way, Mr. Worry Wort. I think he has bigger fish to fry then some high end exotic dancing club. Not that this place isn’t worth scalping, but I think he’s aiming for higher?”

“World domination?” Eddie teased, leaning into Steve space.

He laughed and nudged him away with his elbow. “Yeah, probably.”

~

Eddie ended up meeting with Steve’s friend because the guy needed consistent money coming in and while cleaning job paid okay, it really didn’t have many regular clients other than the club. Mostly they cleaned up after major sporting events, political conventions, stuff like that. And with their boss Murray always rotating the crew who cleaned the club, some weeks were good, others not so much.

Eddie had to admit that guy cleaned up really good. With his hair out of his face and wearing nice clothes, he wasn’t bad to look at.

“Jonathan Byers?” he said, rising to greet him from a table he had sectioned off for the interview.

“Yeah,” he said, shaking Eddie’s hand. “Thanks for agreeing to see me.”

Eddie smiled. “No problem. I’m sorry to hear about your mom.”

“Thank you.”

Eddie pulled out three pages and spread them out in front of Jonathan. “There are three positions open right now, let’s see if you fit any one of them.”

He pointed to the first one. “This is for the busser position. Basically you go around after people have left to take away plates and glasses as well as pick up any tips. You’ll get a small portion of the tips but mostly it’s a flat rate of $15 an hour.”

Jonathan nodded.

“This one is for a cook’s assistant,” Eddie said tapping on the second one. “Often called a prep chef in bigger kitchens. Basically you’ll prepare everything for the chef and put it in the fridge for him to grab as he goes. You’ll get here at 4pm and leave at 8pm when the club opens. Pay is $22 an hour because it’s only four hours a day.”

Again Jonathan nodded. “That makes sense.”

“And finally the waiter position,” Eddie said. “This one in the highest paid, but also the most demanding. You’ll only have two days off a week and you’ll work from 8pm-2am. Base pay is $15 an hour, but you get a set amount of tips every night. Usually it’s percentage, but if it’s a rough night, you’ll see a base pay of $200 in tips for the night. You aren’t expected to pimp for tips as it were, as you aren’t the main attraction. You’ll be invisible for most of the time and some will even get mad at you for blocking their view of the show.”

“Wow,” Jonathan said. “That’s really fucking generous.”

“I try to be,” Eddie said cocking his head to side, “because living in this hellscape we call American Capitalism is hard enough without having to worry about not having enough money for shit.”

“Can I take these with me and then send over my resume for the position I’m most interested in applying for?” Jonathan asked, placing his hand over the a couple of the pages.

“Sure thing,” Eddie said. “I have copies on my computer. I’ll give you to the end of the week, otherwise I’m going to have to start looking elsewhere.” He stood up and Jonathan did the same.

“That’s fair,” Jonathan said, holding up the pages. “Thanks for this. Because you gave me a chance, even if I don’t end up working here.”

They shook hands.

“Let me walk you to your car,” Eddie said, waving his arm for Jonathan to go first.

He huffed out a laugh. “I don’t have a car right now, my girlfriend is coming to pick me.”

“Then I’ll wait with you,” Eddie offered.

Jonathan considered it a moment and then shrugged. “Sure, man. Whatever.”

They walked out to the curb and chatted about Jonathan’s family and how his mom was doing. “My brother is going to be famous one day,” Jonathan said with pride. “He is such an amazing painter, his work should be hung galleries.”

“Yeah?” Eddie said with a smile. He knew that tone of voice. It was the same tone Wayne got when he talked about him. “So what did baby Jonathan Byers want to be when he grew up?”

“This is going to sound so weird,” Jonathan said with a smirk, “but a bug photographer. Not wild life in general. Bugs. Creepy crawlies. Insects and spiders. I loved that shit as a kid. I don’t know how many times I freaked out my mom by bringing in a new bug to take pictures of and then release back into the wild.”

“Young Eddie would have loved you,” he said softly. “I liked bugs and critters you aren’t supposed to go anywhere near. Raccoons, possums, squirrels. Baby Eddie loved them all. My mom,” he wagged his hand back and forth, “not so much.”

“There she is now,” Jonathan said jutting his chin at the red hatchback pulling into the parking lot.

Eddie pursed his lips and resolved not to say a damn word until she did.

And oh boy did she ever. She got out of the car and immediately started yelling at Jonathan.

“What on earth are you doing here?” she cried. “I thought you had an interview.”

Eddie tilted his head to side. “Not an interview yet, more like a fact finding mission. But I like him.” He grinned at her.

“I forbid you from working here!” she shrieked. “This is a den of sin! I have vowed to take it down.”

“Nancy,” Jonathan said warningly. “We’ve had this discussion. If I didn’t work at every place you found morally objectionable, I wouldn’t be able to work at all. I just need something stable until Will graduates and Mom can move around on her own again.”

“When you told me that Steve was working in this hive of iniquity ,” Nancy growled, “I made it my responsibility to shut it down once and for all. To save Steve, to save you from having to sweep the vile filth from its floors.”

“What?!” Jonathan cried. “I didn’t tell you Steve was working here to have you go on one of your crusades. I told you because Steve was a good friend when both of you were dancing ballet together.”

“It’s a sin!” she cried one more time.

“So is fornication,” Jonathan huffed. “And breaking and entering and a shit ton of other things you do that are supposedly okay as long as you do them.”

Nancy folded her arms and stomped her foot. “That’s not the same and you know it. They have actual fucking nights dedicated to a specific deadly sin. I may have broken a few laws in my time, but I would never stoop the depths of depravity that his club sinks to!”

“You continue with this vendetta,” Jonathan warned, “and I swear to God, we’re through. There is nothing wrong with what they do. So what if people see them naked. Don’t go see it. Your rights stop at their personhood. You can only dictate what you do and not anyone else.”

He turned to Eddie. “Can you take me home? I don’t think I want to be in the same car as her.”

“Sure thing, man,” he replied, thumbing behind him. “Just let me lock up and I’ll be right out.”

When he came back Nancy had gone and Jonathan looked like a kicked puppy.

“You ready to go?”

Jonathan nodded and without a word followed him to his car. After get the address and putting it into the GPS, Eddie said, “I’m sorry about how she acted. Has she done this sort of thing before?”

“When I first graduated high school I got a job at a photography studio,” he muttered. “I took pictures of babies and toddlers. I had this cute little pink rabbit that never failed to get a smile.” He cleared his throat. “She found out that in addition to family portraits, bridal and wedding photos, they also did boudoir photo shoots.”

“Oh no,” Eddie moaned, completely seeing where this was going.

“Yeah,” Jonathan said with a sniffle. “She got the place shut down when she found out that some official’s daughter got them for the guy she was sleeping with, who was not her fiancé.”

Eddie frowned. That sounded too familiar.

“Anyway,” Jonathan continued, “this bitch got the whole place shut down and suddenly I was without a job. If I ever find her, I think I’d like to strangle her with my bare hands.”

“Her named wouldn’t be Heather Holloway, would it? Mayor Kirk Holloway’s daughter?” Eddie asked running his tongue over his upper lip slowly.

Jonathan snapped his fingers. “Yeah, that’s the snake in the grass.”

Eddie pulled off to the side of the road and closed his eyes. “It’s a fucking scam. Holy shit! It’s a fucking scam.”

“What is?” Jonathan asked.

Eddie turned around. “I just figured the whole thing out. All of it. The attacks against Steve, Billy getting caught with his hands up the wrong skirt, Jason fucking Carver. I’ve got to give it to your girl, she is one smart manipulative bitch. But I’m smarter.”

~

Part 12

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[princessmaybank]

Good Girl

Pairings: Boyf!Rafe x Gf!Fem!Reader x JJ

Warnings: Cheating, nudes, spanking, degradation, spanking, 3some, p in v, oral (both), fingering, voyeurism, creampie, etc.

Summary: Reader accidentally sends a nude to the wrong guy.

Authors Note: This is my first time writing something like this! Please be kind! I hope you enjoy!

Moodboard

Fuck. Rafe had me so fucking horny all day. It's not even his fault..I have been thinking about him dicking me down since lunchtime. The ache between my legs was almost too much at this point. My core was begging to be touched, but unfortunately Rafe isn't home. He went on a business trip with Ward, leaving it to me to pleasure myself. He did tell me to message him any time I feel horny and he would try his best to help, so I might just have to do that.

I was home alone because my parents were making some deals over dinner with some new clients.

But before I do anything, I really want to take a shower, I feel disgusting after work every time. I work at a little restaurant called The Wreck with my friend Kie. She got me the job when I told her I didn't want to work for my parents, at least not yet. Since I started working with her, I've met her friends and they seem to like me, well for the most part. JJ is still warming up to me, and he hates Rafe for some reason. All of them do. I understand he can be an asshole sometimes, but I wouldn't go as far as to say I hate him.

After I took my shower I didn't bother putting clothes on. I wanted to send Rafe a little surprise while he was gone.

Y/N: I took this for you baby

Y/N: Photo

I quickly hit send because I was nervous about his reaction but deep down I know he'll love it. I heard a ding from my phone, letting me know I got a message.

???: All for me? Damn Y/L/N...maybe I was wrong about you

My eyes nearly popped out of my head as my heart was beating against my chest. Then I heard another ding come from my phone.

???: Photo

Only a second later and another message came through.

???: That one's all for you.

I sent my fucking nude pic to JJ?? And he sent me one back? How the hell did that happen??? I started freaking out, knowing that Rafe would fucking kill him..and me, but mainly him.

JJ: What made ya come to your senses?

I had no idea how to respond to him. This has never happened before. Maybe I should just be honest.

Y/N: oh hey..can you just delete that and pretend you never saw it...? that wasn't meant for you JJ...

JJ: if it was sent to me, I was meant to see it, the universe just works that way ;)

He saw that I opened the text and that I wasn't responding. Those three dots popped up as he was typing.

JJ: okay, hey I'm sorry. where u at rn? I'll come meet ya n we can talk bout this

My heart nearly bursts out of my chest when I read that message. I'm nervous and I don't know what to do. Fuck. I should clear the air with him.

Y/N: my house..

JJ: drop your pin

I hesitate before sending this man my address. This could go horribly wrong, and I don't have Rafe here to protect me. Whatever, I'm already in this deep and it's just JJ what's the worst he could do?

Y/N: 📍

JJ: omw

I stood from my bed and started looking for an outfit to wear. I don't know why I cared what I looked like for JJ..I shouldn't, but I did. I ended up choosing a little white skirt with a cute blue crop top to go with it.

It took maybe 10 minutes before I heard a knock at my door. I still wasn't entirely sure if I should answer it, knowing who was on the other side, and knowing what he just saw...

I decided that I should just open the door and hopefully he'll understand the mistake.

My heart started pounding again as my hand reached for the knob. Suddenly I was greeted by a familiar face...but it wasn't JJ...

"Rafe?? " I question sounding more shocked than happy. "What are you doing here?" My anxiety was through the roof at this point, knowing JJ is probably just around the corner. Rafe let himself into my house by grabbing my face and pulling me into a heated kiss. He used his foot to kick the door closed, then pinned me against the wall next to it.

"Wanted to surprise my princess. The job got done early. I landed 30 mins ago, rushed over to see you." He says all while rubbing me up and down. "Look at this fuckin outfit, almost like you knew I was coming over princess.." He reached hand up my skirt and soon realized I wasn't wearing any panties. "Naughty girl.." Rafe smirked before attacking my neck.

About a minute later there was a knock on the door. He waved it off and said to just ignore them and they'll go away. Another knock pounded from the other side of the door. "Y/N?? Are you home?" You recognized his voice. Rafe pulled away looking slightly confused before looking through the peephole.

"What the fuck is JJ doing here?" He said gritting his teeth. I toyed with my fingers and bit my lip not knowing how to tell him the truth. Next thing I know he swings the door open.

"Hey ba- Rafe?? ...Was this a fuckin set up?" JJ questioned. I shook my head no as both men stared at me.

JJ came inside and closed the door behind him before joining Rafe and I in the living room. I was told to sit on the couch so I obeyed. The guys stood in front of me towering over me with their arms crossed, trying not to kill me or each other.

"What is he doing here?!" They both asked angrily at the same time. "Can you two sit down before I continue?" I ask shyly. The guys responded with a harsh 'No' timed almost as perfectly as before.

"Okay so here's what happened..." I trail off and explained the entire situation before Rafe turns to face JJ, looking like he is about to murder him.

At some point Rafe lunged at JJ and I had to get in the middle. Rafe grabbed my shoulders trying to move me out of the way. JJ had his hands on my hips trying to keep me in between them. It felt like they were going to split me in half.

It took a while but I eventually got them to go talk it out in my room. I can't speak guy, so maybe they would have an easier time hearing it from each other.

After a while I didn't hear them talking anymore, which was concerning, Rafe may have actually killed JJ..

I went to my room and knocked before entering. I was greeted with a naked Rafe picking me up before laying me on my bed. He placed his lips on mine, giving me one of the most intense kisses I've ever had. "Rafe- whe-wheres J-" I tried to question. "Don't worry about it. He's fine. Enjoy this." He kissed down my jaw and to my sweet spot, sucking on it for as long as he could, in order to mark me.

Rafe doesn't usually give me hickies unless he is angry-fucking me. He must have sent JJ home after their talk so we could have this moment. At least he's not mad at me anymore.

"So you wore this slutty outfit for Maybank huh?" He asked and flipped me onto my stomach, hiking my skirt up above my ass. "And no fuckin panties. You really are a fuckin slut." Rafe huffed before giving me a hard slap across my ass, causing me to yelp as a tear prickled in my eye.

"I'm gonna make you choke on my fuckin cock.." He smirks before flipping me back over. He comes over and hovers my face, his knees on either side of my head. Rafe dipped his cock into my mouth slowly before full on fucking my mouth. "Mmm yeah, suck that fucking cock you whore!" He somewhat gently slaps my face, still pushing in and out of my throat.

As I was gagging on Rafe's dick I felt something down between my legs. A cold, wet, tongue met the heat between my legs and I couldn't see it. "Wait till you see her face Maybank, she makes a pretty face when you fuck her." Rafe announced which resulted in a hum from the mouth attached to my clit.

JJ was eating me out...while Rafe was fucking my face...

Fuck.

I moaned onto Rafe's dick as he continued to fuck my throat. In turn, my moans made Rafe moan. "How'd you say she liked it Rafe..." JJ questioned before shoving his cock inside of me. A loud moan escaped the best it could when he filled me up. "...by surprise, right?" He chuckled as Rafe nodded.

JJ's thrusts caused Rafe's thrusts to go faster and harder. But they both stopped suddenly. Pulling out of both of my holes and they stood next to the bed, hovering me. "What was that??" I questioned, now blushing from seeing JJ's dick for the first time.

Of course he noticed and had to be an ass. JJ smirked at me while stroking himself. "Don't pretend you didn't like it princess.." He slows his motions down before he eventually stops. "Not saying I didn't like it- just confused. You two were literally just about to kill each other, and now you're fucking me." I say confused.

"We came to a conclusion baby. You lead JJ on..and you cheated on me. But we are ready to forgive you, if you let us have some fun with you babydoll.." Rafe simply stated, making me feel like shit because that was not my intention. I tried to counter what he said, but he just shushed me.

"Whaddya say princess?" JJ asked with a smirk. "Yea I mean...it's the least I could do.." I smile sheepishly to them. Rafe stepped between my legs and gave me a long kiss. "I love you, but I want you to understand that this is a one time thing so JJ doesn't have to keep pining after you. So whatever you want from him, make sure you get it from him now, you're still mine." Rafe explained. I'm surprised he's acting this way. He never lets anyone touch his things, especially me.

"What's first?" I asked the guys. "Just let us make you feel good baby, you won't have to do any work, unless you wanna." JJ said settling on the bed next to me. "You said anything I want?" I looked up to Rafe with glossy eyes. He nods with his arms crossed.

"JJ can I suck your dick while Rafe fucks me?" I started to blush because never in a million years did I think this would be happening. "I'd love that princess." He smiled at me.

I got off the bed and got to my knees in front of JJ. My hands sat on his thighs as my mouth lowered onto his cock. "Hmmm fuck.." He moaned out, placing his hand on my head. I felt Rafe come over and line himself up with me. "I love this fuckin skirt baby.." He says before slipping into my wet pussy, which caused me to moan on JJ's dick, which caused JJ to let out a moan of his own.

The guys were trying to set a steady pace between the both of them. JJ was bobbing my head up and down in time with Rafe's thrusts, and boy did it feel, so fucking good.

At one point they made me feel so good and I let out a long moan.

"Good Girl "

I heard them both say at the same time. A string of moans were escaping us all as they continued. Rafe was pounding into me as fast as he could. JJ was now standing with a fistful of my hair, fucking my face. I popped my mouth off of JJ and replaced it with my hand. "If you two don't stop going full force- I'm gonna cum right now.." I whine out.

They both groaned as they pulled away. I got back on the bed and sat in between them, one hand each, shooting to their hair, and massaging. They both started feeling me up, placing kisses wherever they could reach. The moment was over as fast as it came. JJ sat with his back against my headboard and pulled me to sit between his legs.

Rafe crawled onto the bed after JJ put his legs between mine to keep them spread open. I couldn't close them even if I wanted to. Rafe laid between my legs and started lightly sprinkling kisses on my lower lips.

JJ attached his lips to my neck, giving me a hickey, opposite to the one Rafe had made earlier.

Rafe moved to my clit with his mouth and inserted a few fingers into my hole. I gasped and JJ put his hands under my shirt in response.

"Why ya still wearin' this baby? Shoulda been gone a long time ago.." He says before taking my crop top off. Leaving me in my bra and my skirt. He groped my tits as Rafe sucked and fingered me. I was a moaning mess. Everything felt too good. "Guys- l-like I said before..." I say but it's too late and I cum all over Rafe's fingers.

Rafe sat up before placing his fingers in his mouth, sucking off every little drop that was left of me. "Good girl.." He smirked at me. "But, you gotta cum for JJ too princess.." Rafe stated.

I was still coming down from my high. "Cum again..?" He only nodded before sitting in the chair in front of my vanity. He turned it so he could see us sitting on the bed.

"Go ahead Maybank..." He smirked. Just as he was given the green light, JJ flipped us over so he was hovering me. "Hey there princess..." He smirked before planting a kiss on my lips. This felt so wrong to do so I looked to Rafe for some guidance.

He just sat there slowly rubbing his dick, watching us. He nodded for me to continue.

Suddenly this felt so right. I was supposed to have fun with JJ, for Rafe. JJ leaned down to my ear to whisper. "You looked so fucking good in that picture you sent me." He started kissing my neck. "I know you sent it on purpose, don't worry I won't tell him." He whispered.

His hands lifted me off the bed to take my bra off. JJ threw the garment to the side, landing in front of Rafe. He kissed me so hungrily and so passionately it almost hurt. "Jayj..." I whimpered into the kiss. He started grinding his hips against me, his dick touching my clit every time. "I know princess.." He whispered. "C'mere, I wanna make you cum in doggy." He says then plants another kiss to my lips.

I got up on my hands and knees before JJ could move me. "Wrong way baby...I wanna see your face when he fucks you..." I heard Rafe say from the chair. I turned around just like he asked. JJ got behind me when I was settled. I heard a spitting sound and a second later I felt his hand lathering my hole. "Mmmm" I moaned while I grinded back onto his fingers.

"Patience baby.." JJ said before slapping my hole which resulted in me letting out another moan. He grabbed his cock and started teasing my slut with his tip. I moved to lay on my forearms with my ass in the air. My eyes wandered over to Rafe, he was still stroking himself slowly while watching us. His lips curled up into a smirk when he saw the face I made when JJ pushed his length into pussy.

I let out a loud moan and looked Rafe in the eyes as JJ slowly rocked his hips. As JJ quickened his pace, Rafe did too. Almost like he wasn't to cum with us, but didn't want...involved..?

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and skin slapping against each other as JJ fucked me senseless. Rafe had rolled his head back but his eyes stayed on us.

I felt JJ reach for my hair and pull it back, making me arch. The slightly new angle was enough to push me over the edge. "You're such a a good fucking girl for me..." JJ says as I moan out. "JJ harder.." I couldn't say anything else. It was odd moaning another mans name but they both loved it, which made me feel dirty.

JJ gladly fucked me harder. I was going between watching Rafe fuck his hand and watching JJ in the mirror. "Fuck you're so tight princess..." He dragged out. "I'm so close Jayj..." I announce with a whine. Rafe caught my attention with a low groan. I looked over and saw his cum shooting up onto his stomach.

He was still yanking himself, riding out his high, when he said "JJ I want you to cum in her fucking pussy". I couldn't help but moan, feeling JJ's thick cock in my pussy, watching Rafe cum, and him saying THAT.

JJ let go of my hair and held my hips, bringing them backwards to meet his. We were both a moaning mess and Rafe was just watching, sitting there in his mess. He looked afraid to blink, like he was going to miss something. I pushed back onto JJ's dick, wanting more, he was making me feel so good and I didn't want it to end.

"Fuck Jayj- i-im gon-gonnaaa cum" I squeal out. "Me too princess. Are you ready?" I nod after he asked. He counted us down before with both released together, screaming each other's names. I fucked myself with his dick, riding out my high.

"Good girl.." He said biting his lip, helping guide my ass. He slipped out when we were done and gave me a long sloppy kiss, trying to savor the moment, knowing it would never happen again.

Rafe walked away at some point to clean himself up, JJ and I just continued to make out to fill the silence and need. When Rafe returned we all sat on the bed talking about what just happened. "How did it feel?" Rafe asked me. "He's really good.." I say panting, getting butterflies from the recent memory. He smiled at me and JJ before speaking.

"Y/N, I loved the way your face looked when JJ was taking you from behind..." He said while rubbing my back. "I suggest we make this a regular thing." I nearly choked when I heard him say that.

Rafe Cameron...never...shares.

"I 1000% agree" JJ said almost too enthusiastically which made me giggle. "That was both the craziest and sexiest shit I've ever been a part of. Of course I'd love to." I say smiling.

He smiled and I could tell he had a mischievous thought. "Next time I wanna try something new." He smirked to me and JJ.

"I will do whatever you two want if it feels that good.." I blush, looking between both of them.

"Good girl " They are so creepy with that shit...but it's so sexyyyy.

[etheries1015]

Do you think the TOT group would mind tattoos?

Kind of self induldgant. I have an entire sleeve so I started wondering... How would the TOT gang react to that?

Overall I think they would be more open minded to it, seeing as they come from a generation where people getting tattoos are much more common. Yet they were also born just in time for their parents and grandparents to have wavering ideas about tattoos.... How would their upbringing affect how they feel about them?

General warnings: Female reader

Vyn

- I don't think he would be too fond of tattoos, just a vibe? He still is in the nobility mindset, so sometimes he finds his thoughts moving towards what he grew up around. However he will shove this line of thought down his throat. Just because he isn't FOND of them, doesn't mean he JUDGES others who decides to get them.

- probably has seen a lot of different people with tattoos in his line of work. They don't bother him, and he understands there are different reasons people decide to get them.

- He prefers someone who will probably be a bit more modest about showing them off publicly

however in private you are free to wear whatever you like. Encourages you to show them off in front of him, even. Tattoos or not, you still look like a princess in his eyes.

- loves that you can express yourself freely in such a way. All sorts of people express who they are through different means, and one of yours is tattoos. Will ask you about why you got them and their meanings, if they have any.

- Might be a little bit possesive in a way? Especially if your tattoos are in more of a hidden part of your body... He finds it attractive when he can see those parts of you and him alone.

Artem

- I REALLY get the vibe that he is more a traditionalist. Tattoos depending on what they are can be seen as unprofessional, and would prefer you to cover them up whenever you are working along side with him. Mostly in the sense of he wants others to respect you. He already has that respect for you, but he's afraid many of your clients will not treat you the same.

- Stares at them when you two are alone and have free time to yourselves. You ask him if he wants to touch them, but he blushes and looks away

- MEANINGS! He likes to hear about the meanings behind the tattoos. Stories about what happened in your life around that time, its his excuse to get you to talk about yourself

-honestly doesn't care THAT much. You're a smart person and he holds a lot of respect and affection for you, tattoos are simply apart of you and he comes to embrace that as well.

- If he catches someone staring at your tattoos too long...he gets a little bit defensive. Glares at them, pulls you closer towards him...sometimes you attract too much attention and he gets jealous!!!

Marius

- Literally does not give 2 shits

- Probably begs you to let him design your next tattoo

- likes to paint on your skin what he thinks would look good on you.

- so many dresses and outfits to show them off. Your body is a canvas! Tattoos are the art!

- when you two cuddle, he likes to draw his fingers around the pattern of your tattoos, comparing them to brush strokes and analyzing your tattoo artists work.

- "you're such a baddass, miss!" He often says when he flirts with you. You simply roll your eyes and laugh

- MATCHING TATTOOS. He would want something very small and discrete though, somewhere only you two could see.

- you can be very free about your tattoos around him. Zero judgement

Luke

- I have very minimal information on him if I'm being honest so I'm not entirely sure , but I'll give a couple ideas from what I do know.

- He doesn't care

- He loves you and the ways you choose to express yourself.

-honestly as if they don't really exist. He doesn't pay too close attention to it, its just you and your body, what does it matter? Having a tattoo doesn't change the fact your still his partner!

- Sometimes when you are home alone and you are freely showing them off, he will look at them. Comment on the artistry, ask about them, gives a good topic to talk about.

- Considers getting one too at some point. But probably best to sway away from it, due to his job (Maybe ?)

- Wear whatever you want and do whatever you want. Tattoos does not change the fact he fell in love with you and doesn't see you any differently for it.

[marlynnofmany]

Shore Leave

I didn’t think I was homesick until I caught the unexpected sound of a toddler’s wild laughter from the spaceship bridge. Out in the hall, I whipped around to stick my head through the door with some very unprofessional curiosity. That hadn’t been an alien noise.

Up on screen was our new client who the captain was negotiating with, and also the client’s young daughter. She’d apparently come into Daddy’s room to show the nice aliens on the video call her favorite noisemaker.

“Okay honey, they think it’s great. Go on back to—” the patient father was interrupted by an electronic fart sound on high volume, and even louder peals of laughter from his child. “I’m sorry,” he said to the captain as he scooped up the wiggly youngster and carried her out of frame.

Captain Sunlight waited patiently, every inch the dignified yellow lizard alien who wasn’t about to let someone’s gleeful offspring ruffle her calm.

The human came back, minus the child but with a new food smear on the shoulder of his crisp uniform shirt. Nobody told him. The conversation resumed with nary a giggle, and with me waiting in the hall.

“…By that timeframe or sooner,” Captain Sunlight concluded. “We can’t have your colony going without the comforts of home for long! Farewell.” She held her position as Wio flicked a button with one blue-ringed tentacle, and the screen clicked off.

“I volunteer,” I said.

A lesser captain might have twitched, but she probably knew I was there. “That saves me the trouble of finding you to ask,” she said smoothly, turning her chair. “It’s a big delivery, with multiple cases, so we’ll get a couple others to go along too.”

“Sure, sure,” I said. “I’m sure they’ll love to visit a human colony.”

“Though we won’t need too much lifting power,” she continued, “Because it’s a lower-gravity world.”

“Yay!” I said with an honest grin. “That’s even better.”

***

Getting the shipment down the ramp was surprisingly difficult, because the hoversled was calibrated for the artificial gravity inside our ship. Even with Mimi clinging to the control panel as it passed the barrier, the dang thing bounced.

I leaped to pull it down; Paint shrieked and leapt out of the way; Zhee yelled at both of us; Mimi cranked the controls and overcorrected, almost crushing my feet. I leapt back next to Paint, who had already stumbled in the low gravity and fallen on orange sand that was actually a decent match for her scales. I managed not to land on top of her.

“Got it,” Mimi grumbled in that rough voice that always seemed out of place on a guy who looked like an octopus the color of mint chip ice cream. He scrambled off the back of the sled. “Don’t touch the controls until you get back.”

“Understood,” Zhee said, clicking forward to follow the sled. He made the best exit of all of us, only springing upward a little. All those legs probably helped. Bug aliens weren’t known for tripping over their own feet — something that Zhee was insufferably smug about, and something that I would never let him live down if it actually happened. Not today, though.

The minor excitement had made it obvious that the air on this low-grav world was indeed as thin as the scans had said, and there was no point in toughing it out until we got indoors. The three of us got our feet under us and put on the vaguely-uncomfortable breathing masks, then began maneuvering the sled as a team. Really Zhee was doing all of the work while Paint and I held onto the sides and calibrated our own relationships with gravity, but we could pretend. And the long walk across the landing pad gave me a chance to take in the sights.

The landing pad itself was pretty boring; a couple silver-gray ships on one side and a wide stone building on the other. No sign of our contact yet, but the instructions had been to meet at the sun-shelter. So that’s where we went. At a hoppity-bouncy pace that probably would have looked very silly to any local humans if they were out to see us yet.

As we got closer to the big sun-shelter, I could better appreciate the way its shape seemed built to funnel cool air in and warm air out. Also the view off the cliff. I got a good look at that too, over the edges of the flat hilltop that the landing pad covered.

My first impression was: weird desert. Sandy hillsides in reds and oranges, with a sun that was just above those hills, and already hot. A bunch of alien trees scattered around that looked like they wanted to be cacti. They were almost familiar, as if they’d been designed by someone who only had third-hand descriptions of Earth plants to work with.

The low gravity let them get wild in ways that would collapse back home. The tallest ones spread up into the sky in cylinders that bent and quested out in every direction like curious snakes, but at a vast scale. Others spiraled straight up like unicorn horns, or twisted together like lumpy brains the size of a house, or feathered out like thick fan blades with fractal patterns. A couple were probably star-shaped if you cut a cross section, and the sides reached out to make dividers that were probably handy to hide behind in a sandstorm.

I was so busy looking at the cactus trees and trying to decide if they had spines or not that I was surprised when the hoversled stopped. We’d reached the shelter.

Zhee rapped on the door with his pincher arm. It was stone too, and would have hurt my knuckles.

Where is everybody? I thought, looking around at the sun-bright area. It sure is getting hot out.

The door slid wide to the welcome sight of another human, who immediately ushered us inside.

“Come come, bring it in!” she said, waving both hands and bounding aside. Her skin was dark and her clothes were drapey, and she seemed to consider the matter urgent. Given how much the top of my head was starting to cook, I didn’t blame her.

The door wasn’t big enough for the sled. So we unloaded it through the doorway, as quickly as possible, with me sliding close to the human and Zhee standing on the sled and Paint standing behind it to push boxes forward and comment that the extreme heat was kind of nice, actually.

But even she, coldblooded though she was, had to admit that shade was nicer by the time we got everything unloaded. She helped turn the hoversled on its side at the recommendation of the human, who still hadn’t introduced herself. Flipping it around was weirdly easy in the low-grav. Once we got even the sled inside the room — very spacious, that — the human closed the door and greeted us properly.

Yes, she was the contact we were supposed to meet. Taeya, how-do-you-do. Yes, the weather here did get shockingly hot quickly. No, it wouldn’t be pleasant to go back out into that, even for the short jaunt to the ship. Did we have to rush off, or was there time for a cooling beverage or two?

“There is!” I told her. “The captain said we have two hours of wiggle room in our schedule — usually there’s more, but we have some urgent deliveries — anyway, two hours, three tops, because she wanted to, uh, ‘give me time among my own herd.’” I made finger quotes.

Taeya beamed. “Then let me give you a tour! This stuff will keep; the people coming to unpack it won’t need any help from me. C’mon downstairs.”

“Downstairs?” I asked.

She hopped behind the boxes and disappeared, waving a hand to follow. “Downstairs!”

With a glance at the others, I moved forward and floated down the red stone stairs, one hopping step at a time.

And there I found civilization.

Stairs led to streets and storefronts and vast, cavernous halls, all carved out of the rock. It was built mostly around the edges of the mesa from what I could tell, a curving, circular city with lots of air flow that left the central core solid and untouched. It didn’t quite feel like home to me, but it was so impressive that I didn’t mind.

Every boulevard had high ceilings, and even high benches, out of the way of foot traffic. Most of the surfaces were either painted or carved. And everywhere I looked, humans bounced instead of walking — which did look silly no matter how they approached it.

With the drapey, flowing, colorful clothes that everyone wore, it all looked like a society of cheerful wizards. I laughed behind my breathing mask, then asked Taeya if she thought I could take it off. She wasn’t wearing one, but then her lungs were used to thin air.

“Oh yes, I should have said,” she told me with a wave of gold-and-red sleeves. “We have oxygen generators lower down, to keep things comfortable. Along with the top-notch medical suites for keeping an eye on any low-grav degradation. Offworlders tend to ask about that.” She had a distinct twinkle in her eye as she said it.

“How handy,” I said.

Zhee peered judgmentally at the lightfooted humans. “Is that how you handle muscle atrophy? With medical adjustments?”

“Partly,” Taeya said.

“Mushers!” Paint exclaimed at the same time, pointing.

I turned, looking for sled dogs and thinking back to the time Paint had gotten to ride a hoversled while I pulled. I saw no dogs now, but a cluster of rickshaws pulled by people huffing like suburban joggers. They didn’t bounce, weighted down as they were. And their passengers looked like workout buddies urging them on until they got their own turns.

“Partly things like that,” Taeya finished smoothly.

I removed my breathing mask, eyeing a nearby restaurant and a closer flower display, then took a deep lungful of body odor and broke up laughing. When the nearest passersby had moved on, hopefully toward showers, I explained to my nonhuman crewmates that sometimes our own natural smell was unpleasant to us, with insufficient hygiene. Surely I’d told them that before.

“Right, you did,” Zhee said. “I still say it’s a deeply maladaptive trait.”

“I won’t argue with you on that count,” I told him, trying to fan the air casually.

Thankfully the rest of the crowd sported a more pleasant range of scents, and we hopped on down the road.

Taeya had something else to show us before nightfall.

“Nightfall?” I asked with some concern. “We’ve only got two hours, less now. Probably closer to one.”

Taeya responded by making a sharp turn toward a row of window slits, just a few inches wide by several times my height. Outside, the sun was already getting low.

“Oh,” I said eloquently.

“It’s the perfect time to see the flitters come out,” Taeya said with another hand wave. “Come on.”

More bouncing steps, another beautiful hallway full of murals, and another curving stairway down. Then we were, surprisingly, outside.

A sprawling garden of alien succulents covered the ground, with low burrows that I noticed moments before brilliantly-colored creatures began scampering out of them. These took to the sky in flashes of movement, flitting about as the name suggested, for all the world like tiny flying carpets that had been ferrets once.

Paint wanted to know if they bit. Zhee asked if they were food. I shook my head while Taeya told them both no. They were a lovely sight, and that’s all they needed to be. Plus they ate some local pests. Always a bonus.

The air was getting chilly already, to my surprise. Taeya did something deft with her clothes, pinning the drapey bits in a way that looked suddenly much warmer, with all that cloth wrapped around her.

“If you were staying longer, I’d suggest you get a local outfit,” she told me.

I nodded. “If I was staying longer, I’d take you up on that. Looks like a good design.” Clever and foreign, in a way that looked like several familiar things at once while managing to be none of them. And certainly nothing I’d ever worn.

Staring up at the whirling flitters as the light left the sky, I felt oddly sad. So much of this was halfway familiar, not the whole-hearted taste of home that I’d hoped for. But before I could get too maudlin, Taeya waved us back toward the carved-out city.

“C’mon, back into the good air,” she said. “One last thing before we get you back up to your ship.”

I hopped quietly after her. Zhee muttered about the theoretical taste of flitter meat while Paint made stiff-legged lizard hops out of the nighttime chill.

We were only a little ways down this new hallway before I heard music.

I bounded faster.

The great hall that Taeya led us into was lined with people around the edges, standing in rows and sitting on ledges, their voices echoing as they sang toward the center. I spotted instruments at some of the higher seats. People at the bottom swayed in time.

I didn’t know the words. But I knew the sound. A crowd of humans singing together; it was a glorious thing.

This is what I’ve been missing, I thought, breathing deeply. The air here smelled like flowers and spices and laundry detergent, and it was full of the sound of home. A vast roomful of people singing the same song, voices rebounding off the walls and bodies moving in joy.

I glanced back at Zhee and Paint. They both looked a little baffled. I asked over the music, “Do your people do much singing?”

“A bit? I guess?” Paint said. “But not all together like this.”

Zhee shook his head. “Why would you use your voice for music?” he asked. “How barbaric.”

I laughed and turned to Taeya, who was happy to teach me the words. There was even a bit of dancing with the next song, and that was an adventure in low gravity. So was the next. Zhee and Paint patiently observed from the doorway.

Then when one song ended, and a fast drumbeat paved the way for the next, I was surprised to see a number of people vacate the dance floor. I started to do the same, ready to say something about getting to the ship on time.

I didn’t realize that Taeya had left until she returned. She appeared at my elbow with two padded helmets and a smile.

“We’ve moved on to quick-beat time!” she told me over the rising music. “Does your captain need you back right now, or can you stay long enough to try a low-grav mosh pit?”

Our two hours were up and I knew it. I looked to Zhee and Paint, who were close enough to hear the conversation. Paint was sitting on one of the head-height benches. She looked down at Zhee.

He turned his head away, which meant nothing with his range of vision. He harrumphed. “Don’t break anything the medsystem can’t fix.”  

“I’ll do my best!” I told him with a grin as I accepted a helmet. “Besides, I hear they have good ones here.”

Surrounded by a mix of old and new, I joined my people in the time-honored tradition of dancing more far vigorously than common sense dictated. The captain had said three hours tops. 

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Turmoil; Chapter 7

Roman Roy x Reader

a/n: catch the easter egg hehe

Word Count: 2.60k

Just one day, you tell yourself. One day to forget about all the bullshit in your life and just enjoy yourself. It is a party in your name, after all.

After some moaning and groaning from Roman, you manage to drag him out of bed and get him ready. You stand, hips touching, as he messes with his cologne and you put in your earrings.

“You know some shit is going to happen today,” he mutters.

“Why would you say that?” you chide. “We should be relaxed. It’s our last night here.”

“Murphy’s Law, Y/N.”

“I didn’t know you were smart enough to know what that is.” He smacks your shoulder lightly. “What? I’m being honest,” you tease, smoothing out the wrinkles in the dress you’d picked out a few days before.

“I’m extremely intelligent, just so you know.”

“Sure, Roman.” You laugh.

“I’m the one who got Connor’s watch. And…,” he says conspiratorially, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “I got someone’s personal bank records.”

“I love it when a man commits federal crimes for me,” you say faux-dreamily, smiling at him.

“Y/N, it’s not illegal, if I, er, found them.”

“We’ll talk about it later. I want a stress-free night.”

“Murphy’s Law,” he repeats. “What can go wrong will go wrong.”

“Is it too much to ask of your father to keep his opinions to himself for one night?” you ask, sighing. You perfect your look in the mirror before stepping away form Roman.

He follows you out the door, his fingers subtly intertwined with yours. He’s warmed up to your touch- not that he’s ever not liked it. Kissing, apparently, is still out of the question. You’d realized when you tried giving him a peck good night before bed the other day.

You can’t even begin to count all the people in attendance tonight. You don’t know most of them, as you’d expected, which makes your job more difficult. You have to make yourself look good- and Logan.

You mill about, doing what Roman refers to as ‘standing there and looking so damn pretty’, watching the crowd. He’d scuttled off in the name of finding desserts, leaving you to yourself and your thoughts. Logan had spared no expense for his son- chandeliers were lit, servers were flitting here and there, tables upon tables of food were laid out.

While your situation is less than ideal, you’re able to appreciate nice things when they come.

You idly sip from your glass, letting your gaze rake over the crowd. Logan is sitting by himself off to a corner, seemingly trying to gather his strength to even get up. You wonder where Marcia is, and you briefly feel a pang of sympathy. Only briefly.

Shiv is more than likely flirting with some random guy, you tell yourself, Kendall probably asleep in a separate room. Connor is entertaining his own circle of guests, in his element. He makes weird flapping motions with his arms, and you’re thankful you weren’t pulled into that conversation. Greg is happily munching on an assortment of treats. You’re delighted he’s gotten a break. He’s a good man; he deserves it.

Your gaze snags on a strangely already-balding young man. Before you’d left for this party, Roman had shown you a headshot of the accountant Connor was working with. He seemed freshly out of college, but both his face and certain records you’re sure you’ll be able to dig up say otherwise. If anything, he was suspicious.

To your dismay, he makes his way over to you. You hope this won’t be a repeat of the charity gala- you don’t think you’ll be able to control yourself this time. This guy has a punchable face, anyway.

“The future Mrs. Roy,” he says heartily. You lazily raise your glass to him. “I’ve been keen to meet you.” He talks like an old man, too. “I’m the one who directed my client to you when his things got stolen at the hotel.”

You straighten slightly. “Were you, now? I thought it just came with our… familial ties.” You flash your engagement ring at him.

“I mean, of course that’d be the natural course of thought. Regardless, I had to make sure he went with the best, and you’re the best.”

You’re certain he’s trying to kiss your ass. The question is why. You fold one of your arms over your torso and regard him. “Who are you, again?”

He straightens his blazer and extends his hand out to the one you currently have holding your glass. Jerkily, he puts it back down by his side and says, “Peirce Thompson. Thompson & Thompson Accounting and Banking.”

“What a firm name,” you say blandly.

“My brother and I started the thing up from our bedroom way back when, and the name’s just stuck.”

“So you’ve been around a while, then?”

“Oh, ages, absolute ages.” He dusts off an imaginary bit of lint from his shoulder. You press your lips together.

“Why haven’t I heard of you, then?” you ask carefully.

“Psh, your type of law and my finance rarely collide,” he says condescendingly. “We’re in two different worlds, sweetheart.”

Trying not to recede into yourself, you give him a strange look. What he’s saying is bullshit- you know your way around economics, and you run your own firm. Clearly, you have a handle on finance. “If you say so.”

As if Connor’s shenanigans couldn’t get more confusing. This accountant banker bitch reeks of fish- both figuratively and literally, unfortunately.

“I’ve been meaning to ask. Have you ever personally taken care of many fraud cases?”

“Depends on the kind of fraud we’re talking about.” You manage to catch Kendall’s eyes over Peirce’s shoulder. You subtly widen and release your eyelids, trying to get him to come over.

“Er, tax fraud.”

”Sure I have. Why do you ask?” You turn your gaze back to his.

“Only wondering. Some issues are arising with… clients.”

“Clients, huh?”

Thankfully, before he can say anything, Kendall claps his hand over Peirce’s shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d be here today,” Kendall says stiffly. “Funny you’d show your face after raking up the interest for my dad by ‘forgetting’ to pay his taxes.” You have to keep yourself from laughing. Kendall continues. “You’ve met my sister? Trying to weasel your way into her finances, too?” He shifts to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Your heart warms when he refers to you as family.

Peirce grits his teeth. “Lies don’t look good on you, Mr. Roy.”

Kendall snorts before pressing a hand to your back and guiding you away. “Thanks,” you murmur to him as you both slip away.

“He makes me want to rip my hair out. I’ve got you.”

You both make your way to a table, taking seats. You’d been standing for so long your feet were aching. Roman finds you and pulls a chair up right next to yours, and when he sits, he makes sure his leg is touching yours.

Kendall takes note, his eyes flickering from you to Roman. “What happened to ‘I’m going to kill her before I let her near me?’”

You laugh. “You said that?”

“I say lots of things I don’t remember.” Roman pushes a plate piled high with sweets towards you. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you everything.”

You give his knee a pat. “I appreciate you trying, Roman, but that’s way too much.”

“We’ll all share,” he insists. Kendall smiles, taking the miniature slice of German chocolate cake and setting it on his place.

“My wife catered,” he says simply. “She owns that bakery you like, Y/N. The one always open on the holidays.”

You smile softly at him. You’re happy that he’s happy. You and Roman pig out on the sweets, chattering comfortably until his eyes catch someone as they cross the room.

He somehow manages to smack Kendall’s chest from across the table and stares back into the crowd.

You and Kendall both follow Roman’s gaze. You just barely catch Marcia as she slips out of the main atrium, a man in tow.

Kendall must see something you don’t. “Give me your fucking phone,” he says quickly. Without thinking, you hand it to him and he power walks after her. You and Roman follow, albeit much slower because Kendall already looks crazy.

Kendall’s leagues ahead of you at this point, but he’s slow enough that you and Roman can tail him. You wind through the corridors until the three of you have stopped in an eerily empty hallway. Kendall is peeping into the sitting area that dead-ends the hall, and almost immediately doubles back, seemingly sick. He steels himself, then takes your phone and sticks it through the doorway and starts filming.

Peeking over his shoulder, you wince.

Marcia has a fuck buddy, and it isn’t Logan Roy.

As desperately as you want to get rid of the image of Marcia having sex from your brain, you can’t. It simultaneously makes you want to puke but also, disgustingly, elated that you now have something over her- and by proxy, Logan.

After an excruciating five minutes, the three of you had gone back to the party. You and Roman had danced a bit, and he’d admittedly embarrassed you with his extremely out-of-date moves. Despite it all, you’d found yourself laughing and having more fun than you’d had in ages.

Now, you’re struggling to unzip the back of your dress. Roman’s stooped over the sink, aggressively washing his face.

“Rome, you’re going to rip it off. Calm down,” you manage, tongue between your teeth as you continue to attempt to pull down the zipper.

He pats his face dry with a towel. “I’m being thorough.” Without being asked,he comes over to you and tugs the zipper open. “You should wear that more often.”

“I literally just got it.”

“Yeah. Keep wearing it.” His hands go to sit on your hips, gently rubbing.

“What’s with the affection all of the sudden?” He settles his face into your shoulder as you move to put your hair up. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “Getting more comfortable,” he says into your skin. “I don’t… I’ve never had a relationship like this. Where we genuinely liked each other.” You stay silent, letting him gather his thoughts. “I’m just scared. But we’ve been over that before.”

”You can always tell me how you’re feeling,” you say softly.

“I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t think I’ll physically be able to handle it.” Roman pulls away from you, padding into the bedroom. You quickly change into your pajamas before following him, slipping under the covers by his side. “I also don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly.

“What makes you think you’ll hurt me?”

“I don’t exactly have the greatest track record with relationships, do I? Behind all that hoity toity lawyer stuff, you’re so horribly kind. It makes me sick, honestly.” He’s facing you, pain flickering across his face. “People have never really liked me for me, you know? It’s always just for my money, or my brother, or Dad. It’s like… it’s like I’m not even here.”

You take a moment before responding. “I see you. You work hard, Roman. I should express my appreciation more.”

You’re right. Despite your consistent bickering in the beginning, Roman was dedicated to what you were trying to do together. Like clockwork, he’d have paperwork on your desk or news articles sent or even a mug of coffee. Recently, too- he’d helped you confirm Connor was lying, and now he apparently has dirt on his finances- and financier.

“Even though you’re honestly a jerk, I think deep down under all of that clownery you’re a good guy,” you murmur.

“You’re so backhanded,” he complains, reaching across you to pull you into him. His arm wraps around your back, the other sitting on the back of your thigh as he shifts you on top of him. You set your cheek on his chest.

“Really, Roman. I think you’re too hard on yourself.” His fingers trace circles into your skin.

“I don’t even know what I’m talking about.” You catch your eyes drooping as he speaks. “I want to try this. Seriously. Actually.”

“You can,” you murmur back. “We can.”

“I want to start acting like a real couple. I want you to trust me, to feel safe with me.”

You sigh happily as his fingers continue their ministrations. “I already do.”

“That makes you kind of stupid, really.” Roman presses a hesitant kiss to your head. “Like you said, I’m a jerk, and on top of that, I’m vain, self absorbed, wickedly good looking…”

“Oh, shut up.” You laugh lightly into his chest.

He does, for a few moments. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

He gently takes your chin, tilting it up enough so he can look at you. You can tell he’s fighting with himself in his mind. Shakily, he presses his lips to yours.

It’s a stiff, awkward kiss, and he pulls away quickly.

“Good night, Y/N.”

☾𖤓

The next morning, you’re leaning against the wall, fighting off sleep. Your flight is bright and early, and therefore so are you. Roman insisted to carry all of your luggage out to the car, so you stand in the foyer, avoiding the outside chill of the morning. You and Greg talk about nothing while Kendall stares into his empty coffee cup, Shiv on his other side, teeth chattering.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you- I’ve gotten a few bank statements I want you to take a look at. Don’t worry about them now, though. I don’t want you stressing until we get back. I mean, I don’t want you stressing at all, and I’m just trying to preserve the peace until we get back to the States. I mean- I don’t know what I mean.”

You give his arm an affectionate squeeze, and he rubs the grogginess from his eyes.

Roman shuffles back in, his breath clouding out in front of him before he steps back into the heat. “Santa took a fat shit outside.”

“How poetic,” you mutter in response. “You have such a way with words.”

He waits for the other three to file out of the foyer before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just for you.”

The flight back is lethargic. Nobody wants to get back to work, least of all you. Roman’s sprawled across your lap, and you idly scratch at his scalp. Kendall sits on your other side, slumped against you with his blanket pulled over his head. Shiv once again sits across from you, her legs once again propped up on the side of your lap Roman isn’t occupying. Greg has a sofa all to himself, his legs sticking off the end as he snores lightly.

Logan, again, had elected to take a different flight. It’s for the better, anyway.

“You think I can hire a hit man without getting arrested?” Shiv asks you nonchalantly.

“I want to see you try.” You give her ankle a pat. “You’ll do great,” you tell her sarcastically. “I’ll be so excited to come see you during prison visiting hours. If you get any.”

“Oh, be quiet. I’d execute it perfectly.”

“I really do hope you’re joking. Do you know how stupid people who hire ‘hit men’ are?” you ask, making air quotes with your free hand.

“What? It’d be fun, I think.”

“Stop thinking, then, Shiv.”

The rest of the long flight goes by slowly. When you step off the stairway and onto the asphalt, you take a breath of the smoke-infused air. It’s disgusting compared to the crisp, Norwegian air. Your nose scrunches.

“Fuckin’ gross…,” Kendall mutters as he gently pushes past you, his face mirroring yours. After everyone goes their separate ways, you and Roman are left to each other in the backseat of the car taking you back to your apartment.

The rest of the day is lazy. You spend it curled together on the couch.

[choburka]

hiii, ig I'll post some of my headcanons on rddk till I finish my current art ( ◜◡')

I can't tell who would've confessed their feeling first because in my imagination, it's something what happened "accidently":

February 13th, Rody invited Deku in Otheon for his birthday, and now they're about to meet in the airport. Back then, when the ginger asked him if he could come, Izuku said he could've invited some of his classmates as well, so the celebration would've been more exciting and interesting, for Rody as well, but he refused saying he's not much of a party-fan. I think he wouldn't really mind the others to come along, but Deku was the person he truly wanted to see. They're having video-calls once a two weeks. They even fell asleep like this once, but that's different from seeing each other like this.

Izuku missed Rody as well. The time they spent together during the mission was something that helped him to keep on going. Rody was a good listener, even though if he wasn't a really good memory keeper. Deku recounted the complete contents of his notes about heroes and, of course, especially about the All Might, while Rody was sharing stories about his former crime job and some annoying clients from his new job as a waiter. Rody could only wonder how Midoriya never gets tired of listening to him.

(if there are some mistakes in the text, the fly in my room is the one to blame)

Izuku didn't wait for a long time. As he left the plain, he saw the red head waving at him with a familiar smirk and Pino on his shoulder, jumping for joy. She was almost never there during their calls. There was only the sounds of her being rather sad or happy, which appeared very rarely. No wonder Rody didn't let her show up: he couldn't let his dearest friend realize what kind of feelings he had for him.

On their road to Soul's home, it seemed like there was no way for them to stop talking. It started with an awkward silence at first, but whenever Deku starts the conversation, you know it won't be boring. Rody complained about not getting his guft "right now and right here" as a joke, and the green-head promised to hand it the second they'll arrive.

A deep, sensitive, and greating speech — something you probably should expect from Izuku. Rody remained still when listening, while Pino was almost tearing, hiding in his hair.

— ...and I'm glad you keep getting better. I couldn't really think of what you would like to get as a gift, but... here, I hope you will like it!

Midoriya got so nervous that he didn't even notice how he gave Rody a small kiss in a cheek while passing him the gift package. They stared at each other, remaining silent for about a minute, which felt like an eternity. Deku was the first one to realize what had just happened, so he started to apologize as much as he could.

— Woah, Hero, no need to worry. Was that your gift? Or have you just fallen in love with such a perfect dude like me? He-he

Was there any doubt that Rody would say something like this in such a moment? Pino sank even deeper into his hair while pulling it a bit. Such a good thing that it was cold outside, so she had to hide there because of this. Otherwise, the situation would've been even more weird. Suddenly, Deku got this serious expression on his face.

— Well, to be honest, the way I feel about you is kinda... different from the others. It's like more warm and... emotional to me, I guess.

But then Midoriya realized what he just said, so he turned a tiny, shy guy apologizing with bo abilityof stopping again:

— No-no-no, I wasn't supposed to say that! You are still my friend, and it's your birthday, and I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry, I-

You could barely see a slight blush on red heads face

— Wait a moment, so you mean you... like me?

— Oh, maybe, but I just... I hope we can stay friends, you don't have to worry about my feelings, it's nothing that important, really!!

— You know, that little kiss you gave me actually seems like the best gift I could get.

Izuku couldn't really understand if he was being sarcastic or not.

— I-I'm sorry, what do you mean by that? Is it like a joke, or do you mean you liked it?

It was unbelievable how Deku could shift from a deep shame to such straightforward questions. He just stared at Rody with no hesitations, waiting for his answer.

— Gosh, I can't say it like this... Just... Don't look at me like if it's a regular talk or something! — a crumb of annoyance in his tone, seems like his unemotional mask is now off.

— My apologies! But... so you mean you feel somehow alike towards me? — his tone got a bit of shaky while asking this.

— Congrats, you got it, hero, — he mumbled, covering his mouth with a hand.

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Event | Devil Maid’s Holiday | Episode 7

Sakuya: …So that’s why I want to know if there’s a way we can talk things out with them!

Izumi: Hmm…

Izumi: Of course, I understand where you’re coming from, Sakuya-kun. But we’re talking about someone who’s ultimately a client, so I’m not sure if they’ll approve of your request…

Izumi: I mean, maybe we could negotiate if we had recordings of past performances or something to show them.

Sakuya: …

Sakuya: So you’re saying we could ask them to make a decision after having them watch one of our plays?

Izumi: You mean, you want to just show them the performance we were going to do this time?

Sakuya: Yeah. We’ll do things the way they want, wear Yuki-kun’s costumes, and put on a performance.

Izumi: (...It’s rare to see Sakuya-kun argue this much.)

Izumi: Why do you want to do this so badly, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: We’re the ones who have worn Yuki-kun’s costumes the most.

Sakuya: That’s why no one can wear the costumes Yuki-kun makes better than we can…

Sakuya: I just think we’re the ones who know the joy of being able to wear them for a play the most.

Sakuya: …I know it’s a long shot. And I can’t exactly say I’m confident that they’ll accept our offer.

Sakuya: Even so, I still want to try.

Izumi: (If I’m being honest, I think the time frame alone would make it difficult. But if he’s willing to put up a fight for it this much, I’d like to have faith in Sakuya-kun.)

Izumi: …Gotcha.

Izumi: Okay. I’ll try and ask them then. I’ll try to negotiate the best I can.

Sakuya: …!

Sakuya: Director! Thank you so much! 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Yuki: …Ugh.

Yuki: (I’m struggling with these costume ideas more than I thought I would. Maybe I just need a change of scenery…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Someone running*

Yuki: (Those sure are some noisy footsteps coming from the stairs. Probably just Misumi sprinting around crazily aga--.)

Sakuya: Yuki-kun!!

Yuki: Huh? Sakuya?

Sakuya: We might be able to wear the costumes and do a play!

Yuki: The costumes… You mean the commissioned ones?

Sakuya: Yeah! The Director went and contacted the person!

Sakuya: Ah, but… Nothing’s official yet. We want them to watch our play and then let them decide.

Yuki: What?

Yuki: …And what if we can’t do a performance? What are we gonna do then? Just let the whole thing come crashing down?

Sakuya: If that happens, we’ve asked the idols who were originally scheduled to perform to do a live performance. …In your costumes, Yuki-kun.

Yuki: Haah… You’ve really got balls in the weirdest way possible, huh?

Sakuya: It’s just that… When I was listening to you talk, I felt like I couldn’t not do something.

Yuki: We don’t have much time, though. Are you still sure we can pull this off?

Sakuya: …I don’t know. But I think everyone would be willing to help if we asked them.

Sakuya: Besides, we promised to lend a hand with anything aside from the costumes.

Yuki: …Right.

Yuki: (I’ve really got no clue where all his confidence is coming from. Well, but--.)

Yuki: Got it, I’m in.

Yuki: That said, none of you are allowed to complain about the costumes I end up making. Whoever I cast absolutely has to wear it.

Sakuya: Yeah! Everyone will definitely wear them!

Yuki: Why are you talking about this as if you’re not part of it? You’re the one who started this whole thing. You’re gonna have to wear one too.

Sakuya: R-Right! …I’ll do my best!

Yuki: …You really are something.

Yuki: (I’m gonna try to believe in Sakuya.)

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[anylady-fics]

Red lights | Hyunjin x F Reader x Bang Chan

• Red lights Mlist

V - Hold me tight

I woke up in the middle of night, but I didn’t go to the balcony, at least not right away. I stayed in bed, and scrolled my phone for a few minutes while I could hear the noises outside, indicating that Hyunjin was awake too. I took a deep breath, feeling a bit calmer about my crises hours ago and the guilt that I felt before falling asleep, considering that maybe I should go out of the room so we could talk about what happened, but then I saw an update on the social medias… someone tagging Chris in a picture. It was a restaurant, him and his two superiors plus four more girls. And by the hour, that happened a little before he called me. I didn’t want to think that he would cheat on me on a business trip, while his bosses knew about it… but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. I felt really stupid, like I always used to feel after caughting him cheating on me, even if at that time I didn’t have any proof.

I got out of bed, my blood hot at the thought that my boyfriend’s trip might have ended even sooner than I expected.

It was the first time I found Hyunjin already on the balcony. Usually, it was always the other way around. He was wearing different clothes from the night before, which made sense since those pajamas were long gone after we were done.

“Always right on time,” I commented, walking over to the railing where I usually stood, next to him.

“I thought you wouldn’t come. Are you feeling guilty?”

“I felt a lot of guilt last night, after I hung up the phone,” I took a deep breath and was honest, thinking about the post and everything else. “I’ve never done this before, never been unfaithful. I felt dirty, but at the same time, I know I never would’ve done it if it weren’t for everything that’s happened… and I’m not trying to justify it, it’s wrong no matter what. I know it was wrong.”

“I’ve never done this before either. I’ve never cheated, and I’ve never been used to cheating on someone else, at least not that I know of.”

“I don’t feel like I used you…” For a second, I almost blurted out that I liked him, but I held back. I was being incredibly honest, but some things didn’t need to be said.

“I didn’t feel that way either. But I do feel guilty because of all the help I’ve gotten from Chris. And at the same time, I can’t promise we won’t do this again.”

“Jinnie, what are we gonna do? I mean… this is going to keep happening. I can’t control myself around you. I don’t even want to try to explain…”

Because I’d end up confessing my feelings and probably get my heart broken.

Hyunjin moved closer to me and pulled me into a tight, warm hug, wrapping me up completely. I rested my head on his chest, hugging him back as tightly as I could. I could hear his heartbeat racing as we stood there in silence, and I felt so safe that I never wanted to let go. In that moment, it was like everything would be okay, like all the chaos could just be left behind.

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do, and we’ll have to figure something out. But I don’t want to answer that right now.”

••• X •••

The morning was a bit awkward. We had breakfast in silence, exchanged only a few words on the bus, but the tension was still there, suffocating as always. I kept replaying what we did the night before—the way his fingers filled me, the way he tasted me, and how I tasted him too. How far would we have gone if Chris hadn’t called? Hyunjin didn’t mention anything about it, and neither did I. The guilt that had been eating me up before wasn’t bothering me anymore, and that was dangerous.

I managed to distract myself at work with a huge workload, and I left a little early for my interview, which I did from a taxi. It went really well. I barely touched my phone all day and had to catch up on a lot of messages from Chris when I did. He was mostly telling me about the client visit, how tired he was, and some other things that weren’t like him, but I appreciated responding anyway.

Once again, I got home before Hyunjin, who was probably already on his way since it was close to the usual time. I decided to take a shower, but this time I didn’t stay in just a towel or even think about anything provocative when choosing my clothes. Though, once I was dressed, I realized it might still work if I wanted to tease him. I had put on a strapless top and a pair of short shorts—nothing unusual, really. He had seen me wear the same outfit before. Chris didn’t like it, but at least he never tried to change the way I dressed.

Hyunjin walked in while I was checking if we had enough food for dinner, and the way he looked at me made my whole body heat up.

“You’re home earlier than usual.”

“Yeah, I did the interview in the taxi on my way back. Looks like we’ll need to order food tonight…”

“And it went well?” He set his work bag on one of the kitchen chairs and spoke to me while loosening his tie, mesmerizing me with the way his fingers moved. “I’m up for some Japanese food.”

“I’ll order the combo! And yes, it went well. I’ll hear back soon.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to place the order, but I noticed Hyunjin staring at me, making my cheeks flush slightly with memories from the night before.

“Not trying to tease me as much today?”

“Haven’t decided yet…”

He moved closer, trapping me against the counter just like he had the night before. "I really wish I hadn’t thought about you so much today. What did you do to me?"

My body tensed up, and I froze completely as he moved even closer, our bodies nearly touching. He leaned in, his voice low, speaking right into my ear.

"And what did you think about?"

"A lot of things…" He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear before lowering himself slightly to kiss my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. "Your taste, your scent… your tight pussy taking my fingers deep inside."

If I hadn’t been leaning against the counter, I might have collapsed. My knees buckled at his words, making it painfully clear how much power he had over me with just that.

"I thought a lot about you too..." I grabbed his waist with both hands, holding him tight, feeling his body, his warmth against mine. "You drive me crazy, Hyunjin. I lost all my control because of you."

"And you do the same to me..." He pulled me closer, pressing his body fully against mine. When I looked up at him, I kissed his chin. "This is wrong, but I can’t stop."

I didn’t have time to respond because he bent down and captured my lips in a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth, sucking on my lips, consuming me. His hands gripped my waist, and we walked back to the living room, moving toward the couch where everything had happened less than 24 hours ago.

He sat down and pulled me into his lap, and we kissed even more. I started undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, pulling it out of his pants and running my hands over every inch of skin I revealed, resting them on his chest.

Hyunjin was intense in every touch, every kiss. I could feel his agony, his desperation, and I was just the same. Words weren’t necessary—we could feel each other, and everything about him screamed that he didn’t want to stop, but also that he felt guilty for that.

His hands were on my waist, slowly moving up to my breasts, while his kisses traveled down to my neck and shoulder. I could feel his erection beneath me, and I adjusted myself to rub against him. In response, Hyunjin pulled my top down slowly, exposing my breasts and grabbing them with both hands as he buried his face between them, kissing, biting, licking, sucking... touching me in every way he could. I let out a louder moan from the double stimulation, grinding harder, his cock pressed firmly against my clit, more than enough to push me to the edge if I kept going.

His lips around my nipple made my whole body react, his tongue circling it drove me wetter with every second, and I couldn’t take it anymore—I needed more, much more.

I opened my mouth to protest, to ask for more, but before I could, Hyunjin laid me down on the couch, hovering over me as he kissed my lips again. His hands fumbled to undo the buttons of my shorts, and I didn’t waste any time. I slipped out of them before he could change his mind.

I waited for him to undress too, but instead, he started trailing kisses down my body, lingering on my breasts again, then moving lower, down to my stomach. He knelt on the floor in front of me, spreading my legs wide open, my thin panties catching between my pussy lips.

I held my legs just the way he positioned them, and Hyunjin pushed my panties aside, his eyes locking onto mine as his fingers slid between my folds.

"I spent all day thinking about your pussy..." He slid two fingers inside me, and I clenched around them. "I need to taste you properly."

His face lowered to my mound, and he kissed me there, his lips leaving wet trails until he reached my clit, where he licked slowly, wetting everything before he started sucking, alternating between sucking and massaging me with his tongue. His fingers moved in and out of me in short strokes, and I was completely losing my sanity with every one of his touches.

"J-Jinnie..." I couldn’t stop myself from moaning his name, or from letting out the loud sounds that filled the room, my legs trembling as I held them tightly.

Something about him made me even more sensitive, because it didn’t take much for me to melt in his hands. It had been like that the first time, and the second was no different. I used one hand to tug at his hair, making sure he wouldn’t stop when I was close, begging him to keep going. I screamed as I came, grinding desperately against his face, nearly falling off the couch when he kept fingering and licking me after my orgasm.

He knelt on the floor, adjusting his posture and wiping my juices out of his face with the back of his hand, watching me as I struggled to catch my breath.

“Wow…” I tried to speak, using my arms to lift myself up, attempting to sit properly on the couch, realizing just how wrecked I was. Sweaty, my top bunched around my waist, my shorts thrown on the floor, and my panties a twisted, soaked mess.

Hyunjin stood up, and despite trying to hold it back, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face when he looked at me.

“The food should be here soon…” He bent down to pick up my shorts and handed them to me. “I liked having dessert first. I’m going to take a shower.”

He kissed my forehead, and I tried to pull him closer by his shirt, but he didn’t let me. I heard his adorable laugh as he turned away, and I had to pull myself together and get dressed in case the doorbell rang.

My phone started ringing just as I was tying my hair up, and of course, it was my boyfriend. I had just come into another man’s—his best friend—mouth, and I managed to answer the video call with a fake smile, no guilt this time. Chris was calling me from a bar.

“Hey, babe! What were you up to?”

“Nothing, just waiting for dinner to arrive. Where are you?”

“At the bar next to the hotel, Minho and Binnie are here with me!” He turned the phone to show me his friends, and I saw the bottles of liquor on the table, the packed bar, and musicians setting up their instruments. “I just wanted to call and see how your day was.”

I got the feeling he was only calling because he was jealous of Hyunjin and wanted to make sure I wasn’t spending too much time with him while he was gone.

“It was good, the interview went well too. How about yours?”

“I told you about the client—it went well. We’re heading back early tomorrow morning. We’ll head to the hotel soon so we don’t miss the checkout, which is right after breakfast.”

“Hmm…”

“And Hyunjin?”

“I think he’s in the shower.”

“You two getting along while I’m away?”

He had no idea.

“Yeah, we basically just watch movies and eat.”

“Okay. I’ll text you when I’m back at the hotel.”

Judging by the amount of alcohol on that table, “soon” probably meant at least two hours.

“Alright, I’ll be waiting.”

“I miss you, babe. Let’s go out for dinner tomorrow.”

“I miss you too. Hmm… where?

“Surprise. Goodnight, gorgeous. Talk to you later!”

“Goodnight, Chris. See you soon.”

We hung up after another “I love you” that sounded emptier with every call. Before plugging in my phone to charge, I checked my emails and saw a reply from one of the job applications I had submitted, confirming that I got the job.

My hands trembled as I opened the email, barely able to believe it. It was the position I wanted the most, at a company close to the apartment, with a salary nearly three times what I was earning and great benefits.

I bolted out of the room and ran into Hyunjin in the living room, still shirtless, drying his hair with a towel.

“Jinnie, I got a new job!” I was practically vibrating with joy, on the verge of tears at finally making some progress in my life, something crucial for my goals. “I got it! I can’t believe it, I really got it!”

Hyunjin rushed over and hugged me, lifting me off the ground and celebrating with me, sharing my excitement.

“That’s amazing! Is it the one you mentioned, nearby?!” He let me go, and I realized we were so close our faces were almost touching.

“Yes!!! I’m going to earn more, I’ll be able to move out of here soon… I can’t believe it! I’m so happy!”

I pulled him in for a kiss. By now, it felt so natural, as if I were living in a different reality. We pulled apart, and he was smiling at me, genuinely happy, as happy as I was.

The doorbell rang, interrupting what would have been another kiss, and I rushed to get the food, practically bouncing from the excitement. I set the table for dinner while he got dressed, and I couldn’t stop smiling as we sat down.

“So, we’ll be seeing less of each other now?”

“Yeah… I won’t be taking the bus with you anymore, and I’ll be leaving earlier.”

“About moving out… were you serious? Do you really want to leave the apartment?”

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for a while… I wasn’t getting anywhere in my life. I was stuck, feeling sorry for myself, and doing nothing about it.”

"But Chris..."

"Chris will be fine. He’s cheated on me so many times... he’ll replace me real quick if he wants to. I like him, actually, I think I love him… but not the same way as before."

"You’ve clearly thought a lot about this."

"It’s crazy, right? Dragging myself through a relationship that’s doing me more harm than good."

"I don’t judge you, even though I don’t fully get it. I’m not in your shoes."

"It won’t be easy. It’s gonna hurt. But I need to do this. I feel awful staying here, cheating and planning to leave him. I really need this new job to work out."

"Are you gonna tell him? About cheating..."

"I don’t see the point. It’s not gonna make me feel any better, and it’ll only hurt him more." We were almost done eating. "But weirdly, I feel... free. I don't know. It’s weird."

We stayed quiet for a few minutes, but the unspoken words weighed heavy. I wanted to tell him how I felt about him, but it didn’t seem like the right moment. Some part of me believed he might be falling for me too, but it was too good to be true. I wouldn’t believe it even if he said it himself.

We finished dinner and, without a word, went straight to the couch. I turned on the TV, mindlessly flipping through channels, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what I really wanted to do. There was no way I could go to bed without making it happen.

"Hyunjin..."

"Huh?" He was focused, eyes on the screen, legs crossed.

I got up from the couch and knelt in front of him, gently trying to push his legs apart, watching his expression change. His gaze darkened, and I felt a rush.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to take your clothes off. Are you gonna help?"

I placed my hands on his knees, and he shut his eyes, taking a deep breath before biting his lower lip. His hand slowly drifted down to his very obvious bulge straining against his shorts.

"But I—"

"Shh, you don’t need to say anything. Just take them off. I wanna suck you off..." I practically whimpered as I squeezed his thighs, knowing he wanted it as badly as I did. "Please, Jinnie..."

Slowly, he uncrossed his legs and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of his shorts, hesitating for just a moment. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my hands up his thighs, brushing over his hips, and tugged his shorts and boxers down in one swift motion.

When his erection sprang free, I was hit with the full view of him, and my mouth watered. I’d felt him before, but this was the first time I was seeing everything, and I had to keep myself from looking too shocked, though he clearly noticed. His cock was pretty, thick and big. Hyunjin flashed a mischievous smile, gripping himself at the base, giving me the perfect view.

I lifted his shirt a little, exposing his abs. He was stunning—the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on, and seeing him like this… it was a privilege. Words couldn’t describe it even if I tried.

As much as I wanted to take him fully into my mouth right away, I knew he deserved more. He deserved to be savored, appreciated. I started by running my hands over him, feeling his smooth skin, the veins, the neatly trimmed hair around his pelvis. I stroked him slowly, teasing, watching him suck in a breath through his teeth as he kept his eyes locked on me, on my hands working on his cock.

A generous bead of precum dripped out as I applied a little more pressure at the tip, and I clenched hard, a needy moan escaping me before I could stop it. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it—I was already soaked just from being this close to suck him.

I wet my lips and leaned in closer, licking him from base to tip, making sure he was slick enough for me to use my hands properly. I sealed my lips around the head, sucking lightly, savoring the salty taste of his arousal, loving the idea of giving him the same pleasure he gave me.

Relaxing my throat, I slowly took him in, sliding him deeper inch by inch, using my tongue and sucking softly, completely immersed in every moment. His hands found their way into my hair, guiding my head gently as I gagged a little, barely halfway down.

I picked up the pace slowly, and once he was wet enough, I could pump him harder while keeping steady pressure with my mouth. I pulled him out just to kiss along his length, making sure to keep eye contact. I wanted him to see how much I was enjoying this, though it was already written all over my face.

I took him back into my mouth, stretching my cheek around him as I swirled my tongue, then began bobbing my head again, faster now, sucking harder and trying to fit more of him inside my mouth.

"Fuck, just like that!"

His raspy moan sent a wave of heat straight through me, and I shoved him deep into my throat, my nose almost brushing his pelvis. Tears welled up in my eyes as I gagged around him, trying to relax, breathing through my nose while feeling every inch of him buried inside me. When I finally pulled back, strings of saliva connected my lips to his cock, and I couldn’t help but grin when I looked up at his face, seeing nothing but raw, pure pleasure.

"Do you like it when I take you in my throat like that?" I stroked him slowly, my lips swollen and tears streaming down my face, my chin wet with saliva. I didn’t wait for an answer before doing it again, the choking sensation of having him in my throat was intoxicating for me. Feeling his thighs tense up and hearing his moans were fuel—I didn’t want to stop.

"If you keep going, I’m gonna come..."

I paused to stroke him again, and I could feel that I had already soaked through my shorts. I was unraveling without him even touching me. I used one hand to massage his balls, lightly teasing, everything slippery by now.

"Fuck my mouth. Use me until you come."

His cock twitched at my words, and I smiled, determined to have a sore throat if that’s what it took. But I needed to feel Hyunjin lose control, to have him come deep in my throat. I wanted to feel his body shake, knowing that I was the one to push him over the edge.

I went back to sucking him, this time with no hands, bracing myself for whatever he was about to do. It only took a few seconds before his grip tightened on my head, and I knew it was coming. I relaxed my throat and jaw as much as I could when he started thrusting into my mouth, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room along with his increasingly loud moans.

I made sure to moan around him as I swallowed, feeling how close he was, the way he pulsed in my mouth, his movements growing more urgent.

"I'm gonna come..." Hyunjin gripped my head tightly, and I felt the hot rush of his release hit the back of my throat. I kept sucking, taking control of the pace again, slowing it down now. I pulled him out of my mouth and took a deep breath before going down on him again, just to make sure I had swallowed everything.

He collapsed back against the couch, his body completely relaxed as he panted, his face flushed. I sat next to him, equally spent, tossing his shorts and underwear aside.

It didn’t even take two minutes before he turned to me, pulling me into a kiss, not caring about the mess I was in. The kiss was softer, more tender, and when we pulled apart, he lightly sucked on my bottom lip, his thumbs gently caressing my face.

"What did you do to me?"

We leaned back against the couch, staring at each other for a while, saying nothing.

"Jinnie... I’m so wet. Soaked."

"We can’t go further than this... I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you after. You get that, right?"

My body froze at his words. It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room, and I couldn’t think of anything to say.

"So, it’s better if we don’t... as much as I want to."

"But..."

"We can’t. Chris comes back tomorrow, and I won’t even get to see you..."

"How are we supposed to act like nothing happened?"

"You think it’s gonna be easy for me? Especially knowing you’ll be with him every night. That he gets to have you every day, while I can’t even touch you?"

I felt the pain in his words, and as much as I wanted to hold back, I had to ask.

"Do you... feel something for me?"

Silence.

Hyunjin grabbed his clothes and stood up from the couch, and I instantly regretted asking the question. I felt like I’d overstepped, ready to apologize and tell him he didn’t have to answer, but he turned to me, already fully dressed.

"What do you think?" His tone was incredulous, almost offended, and irritated. I wasn’t sure how to take it, or maybe I just didn’t want to.

"I..."

"You think I’d do this with you if I didn’t feel anything? If it was just physical? You think I’d betray a friend for something shallow?"

"I don’t think that. But I needed to ask. I’m sorry..."

"You don’t have to apologize. I just... didn’t want it to be like this."

"I wouldn’t have done it either... if it was just physical. I think it’s important you know that."

"I already knew." He took a deep breath and stepped closer, pulling me up to stand in front of him. "But until you sort out your situation, there’s nothing we can do, right?"

It was the most awkward declaration in the world, but it was undoubtedly my favorite, because it was so honest it hurted. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his lips, just pressing mine against his, then hugged him.

Hyunjin wrapped his arms around me, giving me the same sense of security I’d felt in that embrace from the other night, like everything would be okay. We stood there for several minutes, his steady heartbeat and calm breathing soothing me, but soon, a weight settled in my chest, and I felt the urge to cry. I remembered that tomorrow, we wouldn’t be able to do this again. If I wanted to hug him like this again, Chris couldn’t be around, and the apartment was his. I was wrong, this was wrong.

"Uh... you might be marked."

"Where?!" I pulled away from him, shocked by the sudden statement. What did he mean, marked?!

"Here..." He gently lowered my top again, this time even slower, watching as my breasts spilled out, and pointed to a red mark on my skin. "Sorry..." His thumb teased my nipple, hardening it, and I was melting in his arms—I couldn’t even get mad.

"It’s okay..." I glanced down, watching him play with my breasts. "If you keep doing that, it’s going to be really hard for us not to do anything..."

"Okay? Chris won’t notice?" He kept circling my nipples, eyes fixed downward, avoiding my gaze. "I know... but look at you, these tits... It’s really hard to stop."

"He won’t." I took a deep breath, sharing a probably unnecessary, and honestly, quite sad, detail. "When we... you know. It’s always in the dark, and most of the time I’m on my stomach. He doesn’t touch me there..."

"What a sin." He pinched both nipples, making me moan.

"Jinnie... please..."

"Wow..." He squeezed my breasts together, lifting them, never stopping his teasing. My mind was slipping further as I got closer to losing control. "I want to slide my cock right here, when I get the chance." He traced his finger between my breasts.

"Are you sure you don’t want to cross even more lines?" I placed my hands over his, pressing harder. "I’d love to watch you fuck my tits..."

"You’re pure evil."

Hyunjin stopped touching me, pulling my top back into place, and I could see the regret in his expression.

"I’ll do that, and so much more... when things are right." He bent down, kissed my forehead, cupping my face with both hands before giving me a quick peck on the lips. "Let’s get some sleep. He’ll call soon, won’t he?"

"He’s at a bar... drinking a lot. I doubt he’ll call tonight. And I doubt he’s spending the night alone."

"It doesn’t matter what he does anymore. You’ve already made up your mind, haven’t you?"

"Yeah, I made up my mind a while ago."

"Then let’s go to bed."

"Goodnight, Jinnie..." I needed to kiss him again, a kiss of goodbye, because I didn’t know when I’d get to feel his lips again. He returned the kiss, saying goodnight before we parted and headed to our rooms.

As I lay in bed, I scrolled through my phone and saw a few messages from Chris. He told me about the bar, the music, sent a few videos from the place, and just as I was about to lock my phone and sleep, he called.

"Heeey!"

"Hey... had a lot to drink?"

"Too much. But I’m in my room now. Can you see me?"

"It’s a little dark, but yeah, I can see you."

"Turn on the light over there. I want to see you!"

I turned on the bedside lamp, and Chris did the same on his side. I could see him lying on the single bed, his face and eyes red—he was pretty drunk. And he looked like he was alone.

"You look so beautiful, I miss you. I’ll be back early tomorrow."

"I miss you too, Chris."

"Why do you look so serious?"

Because I was completely in love with someone else, maybe? Because I was thinking about how torturous the next few, very decisive weeks would be, because I was suffering, thinking about all the time we had lost together.

"I’m just tired..."

"Me too. I better sleep now or I’ll miss my ride tomorrow."

"I’m going to sleep too. I’ll see you here."

"See you tomorrow, beautiful. I love you!"

"Me too."

This time, I couldn’t even bring myself to say the words, and he must have noticed. We ended the call, and I struggled to fall asleep. That night, I didn’t wake up to meet Hyunjin on the balcony, and I can’t explain how much I regretted it when my alarm went off the next morning.

••• X •••

Chris arrived really early, and I had everything set up to welcome him, even making a more elaborate breakfast, though he had already eaten at the hotel. By the time Hyunjin got out of bed a bit later, we weren’t alone anymore. We were avoiding looking at each other so hard that it felt like it was glaringly obvious something had happened, but maybe I just felt that way because I knew I’d messed everything up.

“It’s so good to be back!” Chris pulled me close and kissed the top of my head. I wasn’t sure how to react, so I just stood there. Hyunjin avoided looking our way, and I was uneasy about that too. “It feels like I’ve been gone more than two days, wow.”

We exchanged a few more minutes of conversation before I remembered to tell him that I’d gotten a new job. I wouldn’t start until the end of next week, but I needed to sort out several documents for the employer beforehand, so I had already handed in my resignation at my current job.

Hyunjin left the apartment, saying he was going for a run in the park, and just disappeared. When Chris and I were alone, I knew he would try to make up for lost time with me, and I started to panic because there was no way to avoid it.

I decided it would be easier to just go along with it, fake an orgasm like I had been doing before, and move on. I just didn’t want Hyunjin to know or hear any of it because my mind was so messed up that I felt like I was cheating on him with Chris. That was insanity.

“Hey…” Chris grabbed my arm and led me to the bedroom. It was still daytime, so I was very worried about him seeing the hickey on my chest. “We can catch up, we’re alone… it’s going to be even better.”

The room wasn’t very bright, so I wasn’t too worried anymore. Chris started undressing, and so did I, but just our underwear. He grabbed me and kissed me, and I responded as best as I could, even though I wasn’t very into it. It wasn’t that I wasn’t turned on, because I was... just not by him.

It wouldn’t be the first and probably not the last time I’d have sex with him while thinking of someone else, so I kept my eyes closed while kissing him, and we soon fell onto the bed. Chris was on top of me, kissing my neck, and I was practically naked, with my legs spread for him. But it was risky to let things progress while facing each other.

“I want to be on all fours…”

I whispered between kisses, and Chris turned me on the bed like I was a doll, positioning me for him. I supported myself on my hands and arched my back, expecting him to penetrate me right away, but he surprised me when he knelt down, grabbing and spreading my cheeks, and began licking my entrance while massaging my clit with his thumb.

I sighed at his touches, but he didn’t keep that for long. Soon Chris was positioned behind me, and entered me without ceremony, causing me a bit of pain because I wasn’t fully ready for him. Thinking of Hyunjin while I was there made me feel bad, so I didn’t do it. I just took a deep breath and relaxed, knowing it probably wouldn’t last long. Hoping for it.

Less than ten minutes later, Chris was moaning heavily, his thrusts getting stronger, and I faked an orgasm to get him to come soon. I wasn’t sure if he could tell when I was faking or not, but part of me hoped he did.

When we finished, I fell onto the bed, pretending to be breathless from the orgasm, but I really just didn’t want to risk being invited to shower with him.

“I’m going to take a shower… I think Hyunjin will be back soon.”

“I was going to take you out, but I’m a bit tired… how about we save it for next week?”

“That’s fine.”

We showered separately, and I felt like trash for the rest of the day. When Hyunjin arrived, he looked at me as if he knew exactly what had happened, his expression changing immediately, and I felt even worse.

I didn’t know what I would do in the coming days, but I needed this job to work out better than anything, and very quickly. There was no chance of continuing to deceive Chris because my feelings for him had become mere affection... it wasn’t even friendship. We weren’t friends. We never were. But still, I didn’t want to keep disrespecting him the way I was, even if I didn’t touch Hyunjin anymore, I didn’t have a relationship... not even physically.

I took out my phone and sent a message to someone I hadn’t been close with since I started dating Chris, who had never supported my decision to move out when I decided to live with a friend, and whom I’d only contact if it were truly necessary.

“Hi, Mom. How are you? Can I visit you this weekend?”

[mxtantrights]

famous dc!au (dick's version)

TRACK TWO - THOSE EYES

You get on to set ten minutes early. You had learned ettiequte from your high school teachers. Being on time was just as close to being late but being early shows dedication. That and it made sure that you had time to adjust for accidents like spilling coffee down your shirt or getting into traffic. 

When you pulled up you were escorted to a makeshift tent. You would be filming outside for the day. California Hills are the perfect place to shoot a music video. So the tent is where you would change and get retouched as the filming went on.

The first outfit actually wasn’t out of your comfort zone which you were thankful for. It was a simple pair of jeans and a knitted tank top with flowers. And they paired that with black converse. Honestly you probably have all three of these things or a variation of them at home.

Production shut down the road to traffic so you were able to walk around a bit before shooting started. It was a sight for sure. You don’t think you’ve ever stood in the middle of the road and looked into the distance before. Granted you could do that you’d just have to get insurance first to make sure you’d be ok if a car came your way.

It was nice though. A picturesque blue sky with an occasional cloud. The grass was green and not an off yellow or brown. And the backdrop of the city looked beautiful.

“Wow.” You whisper.

“I was just about to say that myself.” a voice from behind you sounds.

You don’t scare easily though. Living in a big city by yourself there are more things to be scared about than someone speaking behind you. Usually you would pay no mind but since you are literally on job you turn around to be polite. 

That’s when it happens. You look at the man who spoke to you and you think you might have a bit of dehydration coming on because there is no way Dick Grayson is the client you are working for. No way. It’s not like you lived under a rock or something. And it’s not like you disliked him.

In total fairness you’ve listened to all of his albums and have quite a few favorite songs. Have you ever been to his concerts? No way, too expensive and the waitlist for tickets was always astronomical. 

“I’m Dick,” he holds out his hand.

You take his hand into yours and introduce yourself. Then you two let go of each other. You don’t miss the tiny electrical friction that comes from letting his hand go.

“Surely you have seen greater sights than this.” you say lightly, pointing to the city view.

“Yeah, I have.” he says simply.

Before either of you can say anything else you are both called by name. Sure enough an assistant is coming your way. She has two cameras in her hands but they aren’t advanced cameras. More like those handheld ones.

She holds one out for you.

“This is your camera for the day. You’ll be shooting B-footage of Dick for the video.” she says.

You take the camera. It’s already on. You hope you don’t mess this up too badly. Sure you could take videos and pictures on your phone but they weren’t anything to hang in a museum or gallery.

“And this is for you. Same thing applies.” she speaks again. You watch as she hands over another camera to Dick. At that your stomach kind of drops. It was one thing to have to preform for one camera, but for two at the same time? And Dick Grayson is holding one of those cameras? Yeah this was all starting to hit you. 

“What is this for again?” he asks. The assistant looks at him confusedly for a moment. Then her face goes straight. 

“The two of you will be shooing b-footage that we can intertwine with the other shots. We’re going for more of a down to earth, honest vibe for this video.” she explains. 

Dick nods his head. But you know exactly why he asked. Surely he saw the look on your face as you were handed a camera. He wanted to sooth your nerves a bit. The assistant walks away and it’s just the two of you again. You look at him with a small smile.

“Thanks for that.” you say.

“Don’t worry about it.” he shrugs.

“So, are there any angles that I can’t film of you?” you ask.

“According to People Magazine? No. But I don’t mind either. Makes it more authentic that way.” he answers.

You nod along, “Okay good.”

“And obviously all the angles work for you.” he adds. “Obviously?” 

“I mean, you know you’re good looking and, well good is an understatement—oh god I’m struggling here.” he rambles.

You are shocked to say the least. Dick Grayson, the heartthrob of Hollywood is a rambling blushing mess in front of you. Was he trying to flirt? With you?

You watch as he walks off. Huh.

-

Dick didn’t want to walk away from you but he decided it would be the best course of action after fumbling like that. He’s never done that before. It’s weird. Maybe it was the nerves of not having an album ready finally getting to him.

Yeah. That had to be it.

He can’t even entertain the possibility that you had captured him this quickly. You hadn’t even held a decent conversation yet! 

“Hey so we’ll have you running up the hill first and then-“ someone starts saying.

“The song.” Dick interrupts.

“What?”

Dick looks at who’s speaking. It’s the director of his music video. A newbie, someone he doesn’t recognize. This is just making him even more nervous. 

“You need to play the song in order to establish the vibe.” Dick answers.

Then the director is snapping at one of the assistant and ushering them to find a speaker. Within a few moment the song, his song, is playing. The first few chords ring out and Dick looks over at you. You go from looking out at the city to suddenly looking over your shoulder, right at him.

Yeah, he was done for.

-

You were glad to be done with the hand-held cameras for the day. It was fun and Dick was great for the camera. He really helped you out too and was throwing jokes and really feeding into the vibe.

The song had to be one of the most romantic songs you heard in a while. His voice was amazing first and foremost. It transported you to another world. The strings were so soft and the piano and guitar just worked so well.

The last scene you were filming for the day was a bike scene. Apparently, since you were the love interest, you had to feign knowing how to ride a bike. And while you hadn’t ridden a bike in about a year you were sure you could pull off acting like you didn’t know how to ride one at all. 

You climb on the bike first. Dick is right there behind you, hand on the small of your back. 

As per the vibe of being honest and authentic the camera is already rolling on the two of you. The director is attached to a golf cart in front of you two.

You grip the handle bars of the bike. Your knuckles are probably going to turn white with how hard you’re gripping. 

“Are you good with this.” Dick asks.

You take a moment and then you look back at him. He’s still got his hand on your back. You smile a bit, and nod your head slightly. You could try to act like you don’t know how to bike ride.

“Yeah. It’s just that I know how to ride a bike.” you joke.

Dick chuckles, “when was the last time you were on one?” 

“About a year ago.” you answer.

He nods and you watch as his eyes bounce back and forth. Between you and the bike. Then he’s lightly patting your back with is hand.

“Alight let me try.” he says.

“What?” 

“Yeah, let me get on the bike.”

You’re not one to go against what your boss wants so you climb off the bike. And you hold it steady as Dick props himself on top. The seat was unisex so it wasn’t much of a hassle. 

You watch as Dick keeps one leg propped to hold himself up on the bike. The camera starts moving and so does Dick. Slowly he pedals the bike and you follow alongside of him.

“Oh wait I like this better, get on behind.” the director says.

Dick stops pedaling. You quickly move behind him and put both your feet on the two metal parts that stick out on the back wheel. You put your hands on his shoulders as he starts pedaling again.

Dick keeps a healthy distance between the cart and the bike. And he seems to enjoy himself too. He’s talking to you and joking around again. You smile down at him as he does.

[glitterrosesnzz]

a drabble with kaveh with a cold? maybe he's trying not to sneeze on the blueprints he's working on but having a rough time?

(ive never actually written Kaveh before so sorry if this is OOC)

If asked, Alhaitham would probably say that Kaveh would one day work himself to death.

That... probably wasn't too far off, to be honest.

Shivering slightly, Kaveh pulled the blanket around his shoulders tighter, making sure it wouldn't fall onto the page and get stained by the ink. He felt like he'd been at this for hours, but a quick glance out the window showed that the sun was nowhere near close to rising.

It likely wasn't the best decision for him to be working on something in the middle of the night while sick, but Alhaitham had all but trapped him in his bed throughout the day, (something about making sure he "didn't contaminate anything"), and Kaveh hadn't had a single opportunity to actually get any work done.

Which, of course, meant that as soon as Alhaitham went to bed, Kaveh had gotten up and immediately gone straight for his work desk. His client wanted these blueprints done soon, he couldn't let some measly cold get in his way.

Even if said cold was seemingly doing it's best to do exactly that.

Kaveh's breath hitched, and he stubbornly pinched his nose shut with his free hand. Not only would sneezing right now be an awful distraction to the work he was doing, but any sort of noise was sure to wake Alhaitham. The man was an infuriatingly light sleeper.

But, even with his nose pinched shut, he could tell that he would not be able to hold back this sneeze for long.

"Hh-... heH... hhaH'nGKcT!!" Fuck, stifling that had hurt, and also done nothing to ease the tickle in his nose. He removed his hand from his nose to sniffle, attempting to wipe his nose on his sleeve, which turned out to be a mistake as his breath desperately hitched again. "HhiH- hAH'TSChH!! HaA'gTCH-uu!"

Dammit. The sound of blankets being shuffled and feet landing on the floor was all Kaveh needed to know that Alhaitham had definitely heard that.

"Kaveh." Think of him and he shall appear, Alhaitham stood in the doorway to Kaveh's room, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "I do believe we agreed that you were to sleep the night through, and only attempt to work tomorrow."

Kaveh let out a congested sigh, setting his pen down. There was no way he was going to win an argument with Alhaitham right now.

Alhaitham stood in the doorway silently, simply watching as Kaveh slowly got up and made his way back to his bed. It was only when the other was completely under the covers that he walked in, heading to turn the light off.

"If I catch you doing this again, Kaveh, be warned that I will tie you to the bed. We don't need you contaminating your work materials."

"You don't even touch them."

"They'd still be contaminated."

"...Whatever."

[artzybumpkin]

Oh dear lord I remember that episode when Charlie punched him in the throat-

Is it awkward for Charlie to speak with Allan during his pregnancy?

Oh ABSOLUTELY at first!

I feel like they both are kinda gun shy when it comes to conversation, at least for a little while. They both attempt some form of clumsy "Hey, how are you's" that seem to fall flat before they scurry off, out of one another's sight.

Their little squabble already made things awkward between them, but for Ch/arlie the pregnancy amped that awkwardness up TENFOLD. He hadn't really been in close contact with someone in the family way in his life. If anything maybe distant relatives he'd only see once or twice a year at best. So for him, this was uncharted territory. Besides a brief "Congrats, man. Happy for you or whatever," there was not much more he'd mentioned on the subject.

This probably went on for several weeks tbh.

However, when he'd gotten word from P/im that "It's a girl!" something edged him on to approach his coworker. As expected, he found him at the breakroom table, checking the signatures on some paperwork.

"Hey, man."

"Hey...." He didn't look up from the pages he was glossing over. He'd checked the stack over a time or two already but had to be sure there were no mistakes. (If for no reason other than to keep his mind off his upset stomach) "You and P/im done with today's client already?"

"Yeah, uh, turns out all the guy needed was a quick pep talk and to quit drinking so much Red Bull. Dude was drinking like 14 minimum a day for the past half a decade, I don't know how he hasn't gone into cardiac arrest."

"Holy shit..."

"For real! I can't even imagine what that'd do to someone. Couldn't be me, dude, couldn't be me..."

The room was plunged back into silence, sans for sounds of paper rustling and pen scribbles.

Ch/arlie scratched the back of his neck, trying to find the right wording. ".... Sooooooo, uh.... Heard you found out what Al/lan junior's gonna be."

Now this made the red critter pause momentarily before continuing on with his business. "Yeah, yeah, a girl."

"Ah, cool, cool.... Er, 'bout how far along does that make you now?"

"Just under 14 weeks. The OB says everything seems normal." His hand subconsciously made it's way to the small bump of his belly as he recalled what was said at the clinic, "Growth rate and size are about what's to be expected, so that was good to hear."

At this point Ch/arlie's curiosity began to pique. He grabbed the chair closest to him and sat. "How big is she? Did they say??"

Al/lan looked his way, slightly surprised by the sudden engagement. "Yyyyeah, actually." He quickly pulled out his phone and pulled up the browser. "There's this fruit chart online that's supposed to be a direct comparison.... If I can find it...," he mumbled as he scrolled through several images. "I think the size of a lemon? Or a nectarine? Or an.... apple? I dunno, but she's about this big right now." He made a "C" shape with his free hand, trying to mimic the correct size.

The yellow critter's expression was full of intrigue as his eyes bounced from Al/lan's hand to his belly a couple times. "Damn, dude. That's actually really cool," he chuckled, "I can't tell if she's bigger than I thought she'd be or smaller."

A smirk crept it's way across Al/lan face as he playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes in amusement. "Yeah, well, imagine an apple sized water balloon sitting on top of your bladder. Big or small, you notice it."

Long story short, they end up having a good ol' heart to heart; Exchanging the appropriate apologies (For basically attacking each other, kicking each other's asses, amongst other things), acknowledging that they BOTH acted a fool under pressure of having near been involved in a tragedy (Which, let's be honest, valid aF. Who wouldn't be at each other's throats in that kind of situation??), and finally ending with a well needed reconciliation. The emphasis on FRIENDS is so back, baby✨

By the end of it Ch/arlie gives him a (GENTLE) clap on the back of the shoulder. "Proud for ya, brother! I mean that!"

Before long, Ch/arlie also gets into “excited uncle” territory! Juuuuust a bit more chill than P/im’s level of excited of course but I digress lmao

[j-a-nuary]

Crybaby

Changbin tries to stay professional when one of his personal training clients starts crying.

Warnings/etc: 3.7k | Crossing professional boundaries, dacryphilia (crying kink), ya girl is thicc and knows what she wants 👌 (still has moments of self-consciousness though), she calls him Mr. Seo for most of the this, Changbin is basically that "I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me" meme, there's all your general foreplay (fingering, oral, all sorts of rubbing) and PIV y'all [MDNI/NSFW OBVI], sorta public sex (the gym is closed).

Tagging @rapline-heaux because without our conversations this wouldn't have happened.

"Wait wait wait," he raised his hands to grab the bar in her hands, "don't hurt yourself."

=====

He hadn't meant to make her cry. Honest. He was just trying to encourage her to keep going, and may have gotten a little… loud.

She shook her head, tears still running down her cheeks, protesting ardently.

"No," she hiccuped, "I can take it."

Changbin wasn't sure exactly what did it, but he backed away immediately. To her, he probably seemed to be letting her do her reps. In reality, he was panicking.

Taking deep breaths, he tried to will the growing hardness between his legs to go away.

I'm a professional. I'm a professional. I am a fucking professional. I am not going to think about tying her to the squat rack… fuck!

"Okay," he grasped at straws, "I think you've earned a break. Go get yourself some water."

She retreated into the locker room, saying something about forgetting her water bottle in there. Changbin nodded, not absorbing her words. He was too busy trying not to think about the wet streaks on her skin, or the way her face had strained as she worked.

He made a beeline for the front desk.

"Hyung," he huffed out as he flopped onto the waist high surface.

"Yes?" Chan absently asked, staring at the computer screen in front of him as he chewed on his ID badge.

"Hyuuuuuunnnnggggg…" Changbin whined, bumping his forehead against the countertop.

"What?" Chan dropped the badge from his mouth, lanyard jingling with the motion, "what happened?"

"Have you…" Changbin lifted his head and looked around secretively before starting again. "I'm hard. At work."

Chan laughed. Of course he did. What else was he supposed to do?

"Okay, and?"

"And my session has twenty minutes left!" Changbin stood up. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Well…" Chan's eyes remained glued go the computer screen, despite his best friend currently going through it next to him, "what caused it?"

"I was encouraging her to do one more rep…"

Chan hummed, nodding slightly to indicate that he was listening.

"And she started crying."

Finally, FINALLY, Chan looked up from his computer.

"Say sike right now."

"Hyuuuuuunnnnggggg…" Changbin leaned forward, supporting himself on the counter with his arms and chest specifically so that he could kick his feet while whining.

"That's a Minho conversation," Chan shook his head, returning his focus to his monitor, "I don't cover kink discoveries."

Huffing dramatically, Changbin laid his head against the countertop once more. He remained silent, trying to think of anything but what had happened, until a voice interrupted.

"Mr. Seo?"

He stood and turned, thankful that enough time had passed for the most pressing of his issues to fade. He fixed his customer service smile in place.

"Ready to finish up?"

She smiled at him. He couldn't help but notice that she had washed her face. The skin looked slightly raw, like she had rubbed it vigorously.

"Yes sir. I'm ready to follow orders!"

Changbin felt a prickle of satisfaction at the conspicuous pause in keyboard taps coming from the direction of one Bang Chan.

=====

"I'm kind of a crybaby anyway," she sniffled, wiping her eyes as she rested against the assisted pull-up stand, "don't let it stop you."

He wasn't hard again. He was not. Not completely anyway.

"Good to know," he managed to sound relatively normal, "but if you're in pain or something, make sure you let me know."

"How else am I going to get rid of this?" She slapped a hand against her thigh, sending a jiggle that Changbin desperately tried to ignore through it.

"Besides, some pain is good."

=====

Changbin stood in the mostly dark facility, going down the closing checklist. Locker rooms had been cleaned, machines had been wiped down, the mopping was done… it was all blurred together but he was pretty sure all he had left to do was restock the fridge and make sure he locked up after himself when he left.

He fetched a crate of impractically sugar packed "sports drinks" and water from the storage closet and settled next to the cooler. Halfway through the strawberry banana blast, he heard a rapid knocking on the glass doors.

Hauling himself up just slightly, he peeked over the counter.

She was peering through the glass, tears once again streaming down her face. She seemed desperate to get back in.

Swiping his keys off the counter, Changbin approached the doors. Her expression brightened, but the tears kept coming. He unlocked the door and pulled it just slightly open.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I'm so sorry! I left my phone in the locker room. Can I please just go grab it?"

He considered this. Obviously, customers weren't allowed inside after hours… but what was the harm, really? He was certain that if she tried anything sketchy he could easily enough physically remove her from the premises.

"Uh, yeah," he stepped back, widening the opening of the door to let her in.

"Thank you so much!" She edged past him.

He tried not to be too aware of the way her body brushed against his as she moved. He quickly busied himself with relocking the door.

"You don't mind, right?" He didn't even know if she was still nearby, but it felt like the right thing to say. "They're supposed to stay locked after hours."

"No problem. Uh…"

Her voice trailed off when he turned to look at her.

"I'll stay up front while you look," he offered, trying to make it clear that he was not a threat.

"Actually," she fidgeted with the hem of her sweatshirt, "could you help me look? This place is kind of creepy when it's empty."

"Oh, uh… sure? That's fine."

=====

He wasn't staring at her ass. He wasn't. He absolutely was n-

Her ass jiggled as she let her heels drop back to the floor.

"Hey Changbin?"

He blinked, hoping she hadn't spotted him staring at her ass.

"Yeah?"

"Can you check the top shelf for me?"

Knowing full well that he also couldn't see the top shelf of the tall lockers, he crossed the room anyway.

She smiled at him, and just before he reached the open locker she turned into his space. Pointing to the only shelf in the only locker that was currently open, the curve of her ass pressed against the front of Changbin’s body.

"I usually put it right," she lifted onto her tiptoes, rubbing even more against his body, "here."

Changbin bit his lip, holding his breath and trying not to think about the angle of her hips against his.

I should move. I should step back. If I move she'll definitely see it though. I shou-

"You might need to get closer."

Against all sense, he followed the implied request of her words.

If the locker had been shut, she'd have been pressed tightly against it by now. As it was, she gripped on the edge of the tall shelf and rolled her hips backwards.

"Fuck," Changbin groaned, unable to keep himself from grinding against her this time.

"Is it too hard?"

"Fuck," he took a step back, stumbling his way to sit on the wooden bench that ran the length of the room, "I'm so sorry! Fuck that's… I shouldn't… that was totally out of l-"

He cut off in a choked groan.

She was lifting her sweatshirt. Pulling it upwards, uncovering just how tightly her leggings hugged the swell of her ass and dips in her hips.

"It's fine Changbin. You can touch me if you want."

He thought he might snap the bench with how tightly he was gripping the wood at his sides. Clearing his throat, he tested the waters.

"Do you… um… do you want me to touch you?"

She turned to face him, tugging the sweatshirt entirely off. He noted that her outfit was the same one she had worn earlier, while he had worked with her.

"Yes," her eyes seemed to shine as he watched her approach him. One of her knees slid onto the bench next to him.

"Don't you want to touch me Mr. Seo?"

That did something to his body that he'd probably have to do some googling about later on.

"I saw you get hard earlier."

"Fuck," he couldn't think straight, "I'm sorry. I jus-"

She leaned in, cutting him off by pressing her lips against his.

All doubt left his mind. Reaching forward, he grabbed at her waist, reveling in the way his hands sunk into her flesh. She made a surprised sound, which he countered with what he hoped was an appreciative groan.

"You were just so pretty," he mumbled against her lips. "So pretty when you cry for me."

She laughed. Good. He was relieved that she seemed okay with, well, everything at the moment.

Resituating his grip on her body, he grabbed, tilted, and slowly lifted as he stood up.

"Careful!" She quickly latched her arms behind his neck, clearly concerned about being dropped.

"I got you baby," he reassured her as he carried her to the low counter between rows of lockers. He supposed it was there for patrons to do their makeup, or hair, or something after showering at the gym. Or perhaps just to take progress pictures in the mirror.

For now, it would serve as Changbin’s personal dining table.

He placed her onto the counter and immediately started sliding his fingers into the waistband of her leggings.

"Can I take these off?" He managed to ask between short breaths and quick nips at her lips.

"Please," she pleaded, "take off whatever you want Cha-"

"Mr. Seo," he was definitely going to have to think about that later. "Same as when we're training."

She groaned and nodded, knitting her hands into his curls.

"Are you going to train me well, Mr. Seo?"

Oh fuck.

"Of course baby," he lowered his head and tugged at the strap of her tank top with his teeth, "I can make your body do things you never dreamed of."

"Please… please please please please…"

He stood up straighter and dug his fingers even further under the edge of her leggings. Gripping the fabric, he started pulling it down.

She hunched slightly, arms falling in front of herself. He didn't notice at first, so focused on getting rid of the stretchy cloth. Carefully he rolled it down, pausing to slip her shoes and socks off before fully removing the leggings. Letting himself land on his knees, he looked back up at her.

He spotted her posture immediately. Reaching up, he pulled her hands into his.

"Don't hide from me," he said as softly as he could, but to his ear it still sounded a little demanding, "I want to see all of you."

"Nngh," she made a complaining noise, "I'm fat."

"So?"

He stood, still gripping her hands in his. He noted the bright red flush of her face.

"So I…" She avoided his gaze, tears gathering in her eyes again, "I'm not… you know… sexy."

He couldn't help but laugh. It burst out of him like someone had forced it out of him.

"Baby don't be stupid," he pulled one of her hands down, pressing it against where he was uncomfortably hard in his shorts.

"Does this feel like you're not sexy?"

She bit her lip, eyes trailing downwards. She twisted her hand free of his and more firmly ran his fingers against him, gripping him as well as she could through the cloth.

"Fuck," Changbin groaned. He slumped forward, digging his face into the crook of her shoulder and just enjoyed the feeling for a minute.

"Am I doing well, Mr. Seo?"

"Doing so well," he huffed into her neck. "Want you so bad."

His hands started wandering. While one took up the duty of helping him steady and ground himself on the countertop, the other trailed over her body. He wanted to map out the entirety of her.

He slid his hand up her shirt, pausing to knead at her stomach for a moment while he just groaned into her ear again. Continuing onwards, he was delighted to find that her workout tank apparently provided enough support that she didn't need an additional sports bra.

"Fuck, baby," he paused, letting his thumb explore her nipple as he started kissing her jaw, "want this off too."

She made a breathy noise, and he felt her chest heave under his hand.

"You gonna take it off for me? Show me everything?"

"Cha-" she groaned as his fingers tightened around her nipple, "Mr. Seo!"

"Good girl," he moved to kiss her lips again, "I'm going to take this off now, okay?"

She nodded, and he could feel the wetness on her face where her cheek brushed against his own.

The elasticity of her top worked against him for a moment, making her laugh before taking matters into her own hands. Changbin's eyes were glued to the tracks that littered down her cheeks and along her chin, even as he took the opportunity to return his hands to her waist. What he found made him groan again, finally dropping his eyes to take a proper look.

"You workout like this? Or did you take them off before coming back here?"

"I like to be optimistic."

His brain went blank. She hadn't exactly answered the question, but he was choosing to take it as the former option. After blinking for a few seconds, he decided to trace his hand forward, over her thigh, between her legs.

"Hoping I'd notice?"

She hummed a positive note, biting her lip as his hand moved.

Her wetness was… abundant. He nearly lost track of where his fingers were since all he could feel was slicked up flesh.

"Lean back for me," he asked, "and spread your legs."

"What ar- fuck!"

He had dropped back to his knees and wrench her legs apart. His fingers sank into her thighs as he pressed forward to lick a wild line up the front of her.

"Mr. Se-eo…" the words shuddered out of her. It sounded like half a complaint, but the way her hands dug into his hair proved that he shouldn't move very far from where he was.

That was fine by him. Mouth wide, tongue out, he took his time to explore every fold, crease, and bump. Finding the spot, just slightly off center, that made her fingers pull so hard that his scalp stung, he finally let one hand free from a thigh. Extending two fingers, he barely brushed against her entrance.

"Mis… ter… Seo…"

He hummed against her, a questioning upwards tone.

"Pu… put th… please…"

He smiled against her, still refusing to move from his work. But he didn't want to tease too much. Slowly, he pushed his fingers forward.

It earned him a loud moan.

"Fuck," he spoke between abrupt licks, "sound… so pretty… for me."

"I'm gonna… fuck I'm gonna… gonna…"

He renewed his efforts, shaking his head slightly in his own excitement. It seemed to only add to it for her though, so he mimicked the motion.

He also quickened the pace of his fingers. He turned his fingers, exploring the reactions he could get from different angles. Finding something that made her emit a high pitched whine, he focused on that.

"Cum… gonna… fuck! Cumming!"

The first thing Changbin noticed was her thighs squeezing around his ears. The second was the texture of her slick somehow getting even smoother.

He kept going, softening his motions just marginally. After a few moments, her thighs loosened and he stood up.

"You," he kissed her, "taste," another kiss, "so good."

He almost missed it, thanks to the wetness already on his skin, but when he pulled back he could see clearly the tear stains on her face. His eyes trailed over the tracks, noting where the tears had hit her chest and trickled across her body.

"Mr. Seo," she panted, "please fuck me."

Changbin was suddenly aware of how very clothed he was. Nearly toppling over in haste, he stripped down until the only thing he still had on was his earrings.

He saw the way her eyes flowed over his body. The appreciative quirk of her eyebrows, the way she subconsciously wet her lips. He decided to show off, just a little bit.

Gripping his cock, he slowly pumped it. He didn't need much help in getting hard. He just couldn't help basking in the way her eyes focused, smirking at the whiny noise she made.

"You sure babygirl? Want me fuck you here?"

She nodded quickly, biting her lip.

"I've got an implant!" She blurted.

He tilted his head, not quite processing the words.

"It's… birth control," she shyly explained, "it's for medical stuff but… there's no… worry," she shut her eyes, trying to hide from the awkward, yet necessary, conversation.

Changbin took the opportunity to wedge himself between her legs.

"Look at me pretty."

She opened one eye, staring up at him.

"What a good girl you are," he spoke softly, slowly rubbing himself against her as he continued, "Right? Good pretty girl gonna let me fill her up?"

"Mhmm," she nodded piteously, fresh tears falling from her eyes, "please Mr. Seo."

He almost came like that, rutting against her cunt, watching her be reduced to tears at the thought of him fucking her.

But that would simply be a waste.

Changbin anchored one hand on her waist, gripping her tightly. With his other, he directed himself into her properly.

"Fuuuuck… Mr. Seo… fuck so good," her face slackened, satisfied at finally having him inside her.

Changbin was sure his own expression was much more tense. Taking shallow breaths through his nose, he prayed that he wouldn't bust the second he moved again.

After a second, he gave his hips an experimental thrust. The experiment being based on force.

"Mr. Seo!"

He groaned.

"Pretty baby," he was losing track of himself as he started up a rhythm, "so pretty for me… want me to fuck you hard? Want it soft? Talk to me pretty… tell me what you want."

She looped her hands around his neck, loosely holding him as she let herself lean against the mirror behind her.

"Harder Mr. Seo," she panted, "train me hard."

He let out a guttural moan, reaching up to do… something. He didn't really know what he was aiming for, but his fingers ended up in her mouth.

"Fuck… what a good girl. Pretty girl. Pretty baby gonna let me cum inside, huh? Gonna let me train this pussy to take my cum? Fuck, gonna fucking fill up my pretty baby."

She couldn't rightly respond, but she nodded. Fresh tears streamed down her face, which only motivated Changbin to go harder.

"Crying because of my cock? So perfect. Show me your pretty eyes baby, let me see how much you like having me inside you. Gonna cry for me more? Good girl. Come here."

He dragged his fingers from between her lips and pressed forward to kiss her. She made a muffled whining sound into his mouth. Changbin pecked her cheek before whispering in her ear.

"You okay?"

He felt her nod.

"Tell me."

"I'm good. Fuck, I'm so good."

"Good," he kissed her neck, "tell me if anything changes, yeah?"

"Yes."

"Good girl."

He leaned back again, the angle allowing him to put more power into his thrusts.

She twisted slightly, placing her arms across her body as she ran her nails over his skin.

He gave a particularly sharp thrust and moved his hands to grip her wrists. Putting them both into one hand, he pinned her arms up against the mirror.

"I told you not to hide from me."

She whined.

"I want to see all of that pretty body baby. Every fucking inch, okay?"

She nodded, but didn't say anything.

Changbin narrowed his eyes and let go of her wrists.

"If you try to cover yourself up again, I'll stop fucking you."

She groaned, annoyed, but nodded.

"Good girl, now…" he grabbed one of her hands and slid it between their bodies. "Show me how much you want me to fill you up. Give me those tears when you cum."

It didn't take long. She worked her fingers over herself, occasionally dipping down further to let her fingers straddle over his cock - giving him a bit of extra variation in texture and pressure. A fresh wave of tears started spilling down her face soon enough, and she started mumbling again.

"Gonna… fuck gon… gonna c…"

Changbin let himself relax, satisfied that he'd held back enough already. He felt her tighten around him, making him gasp slightly.

"Fuck! What a good girl for me. So good, so pretty for me… crying so pretty for me… cumming all over my cock… gonna fucking fill you up… gonna fu… uck!"

He came mostly to a standstill, leaning over her and giving tiny jerks of his hips as the last few spurts of his release pulsed through him.

A few moments later, once they were clean again (courtesy of the gym's showers), he recalled what had started this whole thing.

"We didn't find your phone."

"Oh," she seemed unphased, "let me see your phone. I'll call it."

He dug his phone out of his shorts' pocket and handed it over.

She tapped at the screen, and after a second a loud buzzing was heard.

Sporting a small smile, she pulled her phone out of the drawstring bag she had been carrying with her.

"Oh," she tilted her head at him, "would you look at that? Seems like I had it this whole time."

Changbin stared at her, unsure of how to process what had just happened. She laughed, handing his phone back to him.

"Anyway, I should probably get going so you can finish closing up."

"Uh… yeah…"

He saw her out, re-cleaned the women's locker room, and finished stocking the fridge.

After locking up, he was halfway to the bus stop when his phone's text alarm went off.

From: Crybaby

Hi Mr. Seo. I was just wondering when my next training session is scheduled?

[coldflasher]

"bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements" what's your letterboxd top 4 for books/albums/movies?

okay SO im very aware that i was all "oooh send me asks!!" and then didn't answer the asks, i am so sorry, but in my defence i was saving them for when i would be able to give a proper answer SO, onward!!

if we're getting mega technical i don't have a letterboxd account but i assume the sentiment remains the same regardless so here we go (and these are in no particular order cos i'm sooo bad at choosing favourites)

MOVIES:

The Incredibles (2004)

You all know this one, I'm sure. Superpowered family goes into hiding after a decree that bans superheroes, then Mr. Incredible, who's struggling to adjust to civilian life, gets lured to a mysterious island to complete a superhero mission for a shady benefactor who turns out to be a spurned fanboy who was obsessed with him as a kid and is now out for revenge. It's such a fun movie and probably what triggered my obsession with superhero media, if we're being honest. Also I had the world's BIGGEST crush on Violet.

Igor (2008)

In a land where evil scientists create dastardly inventions and participate in a yearly Hunger Games-esque competition to build the deadliest superweapon, Igor (who, like all other hunchbacks in the land of Malaria, is banned from inventing) creates a 10ft tall Frankenstein’s monster named Eva who desperately wants to be an actress.

Aided by an immortal (but ironically also incredibly suicidal) rabbit named Scamper and an autonomous brain in a jar, Igor illegally enrols in the mad scientist competition with Eva as his entrant, all while concealing his true intentions from Eva, who thinks she is auditioning for the titular role of a very avant-garde version of Annie.

It’s an incredibly funny movie that appealed to the kid in me that was obsessed with dark, gothic-looking shit. Not to be all *old woman grumbles* they don’t make em like this any more, but they genuinely don’t. I miss that period of time when these grungy, spooky-looking kids movies were in vogue—think Paranorman, Coraline, Corpse Bride… none of which I actually like that much but it’s the PRINCIPLE. It’s the VIBE.

I have never met another person who’s even HEARD of this movie, let alone seen it, which is a real tragedy.

Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed (2004)

The second (and infinitely superior, I say having not seen the first one in probably 20 years because seeing Scrappy Doo crawl out of Rowan Atkinson's face put the fear of god into me as a kid) live-action Scooby Doo movie, in which the Scooby gang accidentally activate a device that brings all the costumes of all their old enemies to life and turns them into real monsters. It's a banger.

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

Oh look, a movie that was actually made within the last decade! It's probably a toss-up between this and Endgame but I think this one wins by a hair just because I waited almost a decade to see Andrew Garfield's Spiderman finally get the acknowledgement he deserved. Multiverse fuckery occurs and a bunch of alternate universe Spidermen and spiderverse villains get dragged into the MCU, it's a fun time *Michael from The Good Place voice* we've all seen it

Books (I went for mostly fave standalones here cos if we talked about fave series I'd be here all day. Did I mention I was a booktuber for 6 years?)

Dial A for Aunties by Jesse Sutanto

Meddy, a young Chinese-Indonesian wedding photographer, is set up on a blind date by her mother that goes horribly wrong and ends in her date’s sudden and pretty violent death (trust me, he deserved it).

In the process of trying to dispose of the body, Meddy, her mother, and her meddling aunts hide it in a fridge and accidentally ship it out to a huge wedding they’re working at that weekend. They then have to try and pull off the perfect wedding for a big client AND get rid of the body without any of the wedding guests stumbling upon it. To top it all off, it turns out that Meddy’s ex, Nathan, owns the island resort and wants to give their relationship another shot. Poor Meddy just wants five minutes to catch up with the love of her life but keeps getting interrupted by hijinks.

It’s genuinely one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. The author is genuinely incredible, I have no idea how she writes so fast and yet never has a single miss. There are now 3-4 Aunties books and she also wrote an absolutely hysterical cosy mystery about a teashop owner named Vera Wong who finds a dead body and then starts her own murder investigation, Miss Marple style, and that book made me cry on an aeroplane, so just. Hats off to Jesse Sutanto, she is genuinely the writer I want to be.  

You Deserve Each Other

This one is a rom-com about a newly engaged couple, Nicholas and Naomi, whose relationship kind of sucks due to various factors including (but not limited to) Nicholas' overbearing mother-in-law. Faced with the reality that she'll have to be married to a man she no longer particularly likes and deal with his mother for the rest of her life, Naomi decides to deliberately sabotage their relationship and get Nicholas to dump her, and it culminates in a huge, rapidly escalating prank war as they slowly start to fall in love again. Again, this book always makes me cackle out loud, it's so fun and I never get tired of reading it

The Bromance Book Club

This is another second-chance romance about a pro baseballer called Gavin and his wife, Thea. They're on the brink of divorce, until Gavin's friends let him in on their secret book club, where a bunch of dudes all get together and read romance novels to help them figure out their relationship problems. Again, it's just fun and funny, I really love romance novels myself (as you can probably tell from this list and my entire personality lmao) so I enjoyed the meta aspect of it, and just. It's just good stuff

The Brutal Truth

This one is a Devil Wears Prada fanfic turned romance novel where a struggling journalist named Maddie ends up getting involved with her cold, ice queen boss, Elena, who has a habit of acquiring failing magazine/newspaper businesses and then crushing them under her high heels. If you've ever thought Miranda and Andy from DWP should fuck (they should) then this book is for you. It's a 10/10

Albums

Will keep the music one brief as I have rambled enough already and do not know how to talk coherently about music

Razzmatazz by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

straight bops all the way through, some excellent villain songs, just a different sound from a lot of the music that's out there

Four by One Direction

Four was the album where they really started to find their sound and completed the transition from cheesy radio pop to something with slightly more mature, rocky influences, but it's a bit more lively than their fifth album, Made In the AM, which while technically accomplished is nowhere near as fun to listen to in my opinion

Selfish Machines by Pierce the Veil

this has been a fave since my angsty high school days and it's one of the few albums that exist in the world that doesn't really have any skips (I've been known to skip Million Dollar Houses on occasion, but generally I'll listen to it all the way through)

It's Still Nothing Personal by All Time Low, which is their 10th anniversary rerecord of their early album Nothing Personal (caveat that, like most early 2010s pop punk bands, All Time Low have been accused of some things that are less than ideal, sigh). It has all the nostalgia while also stepping up the quality and just having that more mature, polished sound that comes with 10+ years of experience making music. good stuff unfortunately somewhat tainted by The Allegations, why can't we ever have nice things, and by nice things i mean "2000s pop punk artists who didn't allegedly sleep with impressionable and easily manipulated teenagers at warped tour"