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honeipie · 7 months ago

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THE INTERVIEW

katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: katsuki won’t do interviews for anyone. well, anyone that isn’t you.

this is part two of the first hockey boys katsuki post which you can find here

after the interaction at the bar, you and katsuki had been seeing more and more of each other, not only on a professional level, but a personal one as well. in public he'd answer your questions dead last during the press conferences, but you waited each time. knowing that when it was over he wouldn’t leave your side at that bar.

it didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating. you knew you liked him, and he liked you.

the two of you never made your relationship known to the public, due to the small fear you had of it interfering with your job. katsuki never minded, as long as you came home with him at the end of the day he wasn't going to complain.

so five months later here you were, in bed with one of the best hockey players in the league, trying to escape his need to cuddle.

buzz. buzz. buzz.

"get your damn phone will ya?" katsuki mumbled, pressing his eyes shut. you let out a long sigh eyes opening slowly.

"i would if you weren't holding me down like a damn paperweight" he only grumbled loosening his arm around your torso. you couldn’t help but giggle picking up the phone.

“don’t worry my baby. i’ll make it up to you”

“shut up” this made him fully let go and turn his body around. you couldn’t help but fully burst out in laughter at his dramatics before you answered your phone.

“hello?” you rubbed off the sleep that still clouded your eyes.

“y/n, sorry to call you this early but we’re going to need to have a meeting quickly. i hope you don’t mind”

you contained the groan you wanted to let out and opted for a small sigh instead “i’ll be there in an hour” hanging up you turned back to your boyfriend placing your chin in his shoulder.

“i gotta go to work kats”

he grumbled something before turning around to fully face you “this is the one day i don’t gotta go to practice and now they’re callin’ you in? what the hell?”

“i know it sucks, but i’ll be back as soon as possible ‘kay? it’s just a meeting then i should be done” you pulled him in for a kiss which he sleepily returned.

“ugh your breath-“

“shut the fuck up”

even through your teasing he couldn’t help but smirk a little. you got out of the bed opening up his closet. he had opened up a space for you knowing that you might have to get up and go. you picked out something that was comfortable, but still work appropriate. you didn’t plan on staying long anyways.

by the time you exited the closet you were quickly putting on lipstick and looking in the nearest mirror you could find. at this point, katsuki had gotten up and made his way over to you.

“you look nice”

he placed kisses at the crook of your neck, which you were trying not let get to you. cause if you did you would not be getting to work.

“thanks!” you put some earrings in trying not to tilt your head too much where he could have more leverage over you. once they were in you turned around making his head snap back up “i will be back. please remind me cause you know how i could stay there for hours” cupping his cheeks you pulled him in for one last kiss which left a lipstick stain, but you weren’t going to be the one to tell him that.

when you arrived at the station you said your casual hello’s before making your way into one of the conference rooms. luckily, there was already a coffee sitting there waiting for you. ever since you had drawn more attention for the station you’ve been getting some more positive attention.

“hello sir” you greeted your boss with a smile going to sit down across from him. he smiled back at you his teeth practically shining from all the whitening his does.

“there she is! sorry for calling you in on such short notice. i know you probably have errands to attend to" you only shrugged going to take a sip of your coffee "the reason i called you up is because we need something big. we've been getting attention from the players and that's good, but the season is almost over, and we can't just rely on those press conferences anymore. we need something bigger. remember those locker room interviews i was talking about? i was wondering if you could score one with any of the teammates. if you could pull it off, do it with bakugo. he seems to do strangely well with you"

your eyes flit up to meet his. you thought that you could get away with the press conferences for at least the rest of the season. katsuki and you never really delved too dead into work conversation. you'd always hit him with the little 'how was work' and his response never failed, 'y/n you were there'. that was all you would really do. you didn't want him to think that you were with him just to get information out of him, so you never said much about what your boss asked you to do.

"that should be okay with you right? i mean you are our star reporter"

clearing your throat you nodded "i should be able to pull something through. is this all? not to be rude, but i do have some plans for the rest of the day"

he shook his head standing up from his chair "that's all i got for ya" he walked over to give your hand a firm shake "thanks for being so cooperative. shoot me an email when you've got something" with that, he was out of the door.

your keys clanged against the ceramic bowl you made on one of you and katsuki's date nights. he had made one too, you just use it to keep your rings in. katsuki stood in the kitchen already starting prep on some dinner for later. you slipped off your shoes going over to stand next to him.

"how was your meeting?" he asked using a knife to scrape vegetables into a bowl. all you could do was shrug and hop onto the island counter.

"it was okay" you watched as his back muscles flexed along with his movements. katsuki was good on the ice for sure, but in the kitchen? it was like everything he touched was approved by God himself. after he had made your favorite meal after a long day you had never gone back to cooking yourself.

katsuki finished with the last of the vegetables before walking over to you. both hands rested by your thighs, which you wrapped around his waist bringing him closer “hello handsome” you went to lean in but to your surprise he dodged.

he must’ve noticed the offended look that crossed your face “tell me what’s up”

“nothing is up! i just wanted a kiss!”

“don’t lie to me. i just can tell something is wrong. don’t ask how, just tell me so i can help. don’t want you moping around the house bringin’ the mood down”

“weird way of saying you care” your fingers went up to play with some of his hair.

“i do care. that’s why i’m asking”

a small pout formed on your lips as you thought “i don’t want this to ruin what we have. i don’t want you to think im using you or anything, cause i’m not. i love you kat,” if you being upset before didn’t concern him enough this definitely did “my boss is asking me to get a locker room interview with someone on the team-“

“i’ll do it”

it was so quick you could’ve missed it. he didn’t look upset, or even angry. katsuki just shrugged as if it was an every day occurrence. as if he doesn’t brush off every single one on one interview there is. no, you’ve seriously seen him delete the emails before even opening them. fucking spam is what he calls them.

your eyebrows furrowed together at his words “you’re- you’re sure about this?”

“yeah why not. you’re definitely the one doing the interview right? plus if you don’t want it to be with me i’ll force one of the other extras to do it. they fuckin’ love the attention.. was that it?”

“i’ll be doing the interview for sure, and that was it”

he leaned down finally giving you the kiss you wanted along with a small ‘love you’ at the very end.

when he kissed you, there was an unusual feeling on his bottom lip. pulling away you put your thumb over his lip feeling out the bump.

"what the fuck? do you have herpes or some shit?"

katsuki pulled away with an offended expression "no i don't have fuckin' herpes! and if i did, i would've gotten it from your dumbass!"

"well i don't have herpes so where did the herpes bump come from?"

"stop calling it that!"

your stomach was hurting from laughter and katsuki was trying not to give in to your stupid jokes "i got it from that game yesterday. it's starting to swell up a bit" you tilted your head letting your thumb graze over it again.

"babe, you've gotta stop fighting. i don't want to mistake you for having STDs again-"

"is this your weird way of saying you care?"

"i do care"

the two of you stared at each other for a good minute, neither backing down until he let out a huff "fine. can't believe you're doin' this to me" he grumbled going to walk away into the bedroom “come get into some more comfortable clothes. i want to lay down to make up for this morning"

katsuki had a game the next day, so of course you sat right behind the bench where the team sat. it was a close match the whole game. tensions were high between both of the teams, and everyone could feel it. all throughout there was one player on the other team that was really pissing katsuki off, and you could tell from where you were sitting. the way he would skate quickly away from him every time he would get close. the way he would make the whole bench shake every time he sat down in rotations.

there was no physical contact made from either side. not until katsuki scored a goal for his team which must've aggravated the other enough to the point of bodychecking katsuki, hard.

the crowd egged the players actions on with ‘oooohs’ and ‘oh shits!’

now katsuki was livid. you could see him doing a quick turn around to face the player again, but suddenly stopped himself.

katsuki shook his head, and skated away.

the whole crowed murmured in confusion, the player who instigated it was confused. hell, you were even confused.

the day katsuki bakugou refused a fight has finally come.

after the game had finished, and everyone cleared out of the locker room, the station got it set up for the interview. you had taken katsuki into the coach’s office to explain how it was going to go down “so it’s not like a regular locker room interview. it’s going to be like a podcast episode. people eat those up nowadays so this is gonna be good-“

“hm” he was half listening to whatever you were saying. his face was buried in your neck and hands pulled you in by your waist. the blinds were closed and the door was shut, so there was a fifty-fifty chance you could’ve gotten caught, and he was willing to take it.

you decided explaining any more would be useless. all of it going through one ear and out the other. so you moved your hands up the back of his shirt making him shiver slightly “you did good today. i saw your goals”

“thanks baby” he whispered back placing soft kisses along your neck “we can go home after this right?”

“right after, then take a hot bath”

“then let’s get this over with” hesitantly, he pulled away from you going to open the door. you could tell how the game wore him out by how his shoulders sagged slightly, and his hair was a mess. hand going to his shoulder you stopped him “hey, we can do this another day”

he shook his head grabbing one of his baseball caps “nah i’m fine. turn this shit on” nodding you got into you seat. he settled into his but couldn’t help but watched as you fixed your appearance looking into one of the screens nearby. fixing your lipstick because he accidentally smeared it from the after game kiss. the way you straightened out your clothes because of the way he relaxed onto you like a pillow. he loved seeing the evidence of his love all over you, even if nobody knew.

man, he was starting to regret agreeing to keeping this secret.

“are you ready mr. bakugo?” you asked as if you didn’t even know him.

“yeah ‘m ready”

the interview was going smoothly for the most part. you asked him questions and he either gave you one of his famous snarky remarks, or an actual thought out answer. the topic of conversation had turned onto the events of today’s game, and you had questions already lined up in your head.

“so mr. bakugo you had a good game today with you and your teammates pulling in yet another victory. though i’m sure everyone is wondering why you didn’t involve yourself in the fight today. i mean that player was being pretty hostile”

katsuki shrugged pulling the mic away from his mouth a bit “my girl doesn’t like when i fight”

your eyebrow raised at his statement. the team behind the cameras ears perked up at the new information.

“your girl? you- you have a girlfriend?”

his eyes flit up to yours trying to contain his budding smirk “yeah i do. congratulations, you’re the first people to publicly know. other than the team”

“if you don’t mind me asking. how long have you and your girlfriend been together?”

“almost six months”

“so almost half a year. she must have something special if she could tie you down”

both of you were now smiling at each other. it wasn’t shocking that you were smiling, but katsuki? hell must’ve frozen over.

“yeah she’s special as hell, and pretty. might put a ring on her finger one of these days if that’s what she wants” he adjusted the mic once more “people might say that’s quick, but i say when you know you know. why waste time?”

you had choked on your spit causing a coughing fit. katsuki covered his face to hide the fact that he was chuckling at your misfortune. once you pulled yourself together you shook your head “i’m sorry about that. i don’t know what happened”

“don’t worry about it”

“well thank you so much mr. bakugo for doing this interview with us. you’ve been amazing”

he mumbled out a ‘you’re welcome’ before the cameras stopped rolling. you got up quickly making sure the crew had everything they needed before you made your way outside. both you and katsuki had driven your own cars here so you would simply meet him at home.

by the time he had gotten there you had already run the bath and gotten in. you could hear the soft pats of his clothes hitting the floor as he made his way into the bathroom. carefully, he slipped into the tub behind you, muscles instantly relaxing. the two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while. just basking in the warmth of the tub.

“you’re good at your job”

“thanks” you looked over your shoulder to see that his head was tilted back. his adam’s apple bobbed a little because of your movements.

“whatcha starin’ at me for?”

“cause your pretty. and i want to know if you meant what you said”

his one eye opened to look over at you “what did i say?”

katsuki knew what he said. he just wanted to be able to hear his words become yours.

“that you wanted to marry me”

he closed his eye again moving his arms to wrap around your body. they pulled you close with ease enveloping you in more warmth.

“i meant every fuckin’ word”

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florasvenus · 1 year ago

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My Sweet Little Demon

Pairing : So’Lek x Na’vi (Avatar) Female!Reader

Warnings : Smut, Sexual/ Explicit Contents, Slight Fluff, Posessive attitude, So’lek and reader in Love, p in v Slight agressive behaviour, swearing and that should be it.

A/ N : Hello Everyone! I hope you’ll like this story. I originally come from AO3. Mostly surfing on there, but I decided to take a look here and found the vibe pretty nice. I decided to write this So’lek fic because I obviously got obsessed with him and I guess not having the game contributed to it even more for some reason? Plus I am very obsessed with Neteyam too as I just watched the movie again, so it all restarted lol. I hope I'll be forming a nice community here. For now this will be it. Smooch 💕💙

Index : Tawtute = Human/ SkyPerson | Nga yawne lu oer = I love you

Nga yawne lu oer...

Nga yawne lu oer~

You pronounce together, looking profoundly in eachothers irises. Each of them a pure yellow color. Dark pupils dancing in the golden sky. So’lek kisses with lust the slight swell of your stomach, slowling traiking up to suck on one of your hardened nipples. He quits it with a small pop, the humid glaze of left on it making them more enticing than they already were. He sits up on his heels, after your long make out session. As he leans back, his erected cock bobs and twitches in anticipation. Without any shame you glide the flat of your hand over his torso, down his abs until you grab his throbbing dick showing a delightful bead of pre-cum. You slowly caress him and he lets his head fall back, locks danfling down, waving down at his round ass contracting in need. With a swallow he recovers and adjust himself, ready to enter your beautiful flower.

So’lek pierces the breach of your dripping entrance with a low growl. Gritting his teeth to the point of grinding, he lets out a jerky breath at the sight of his pretty tawtute spread out for him beneath his thick, masculine frame. He tightens his grip around your thighs, whitening his knuckles even more, and spreads your legs with surprising grace, considering everything about him radiates strength, endurance and certainly not softness. He looks at you with hooded eyes and a snarl is blown to your nose, contrasting the care he's been laying on you since you both started to make out in the lushious Pandoran greens.

You’d been such a brat. Such a fucking bitch, with your human lips, pouring endless words of nonsense. Such a tawtute manner, he thinks bitterly, though he couldn’t contain how much he loved this about you. And this was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. Your vivid mind never ceased to impress himself, as he always believed humans had a weak and poor thinking brain. But this was not true for you. You were able of so much introspection and impressive deductions that you couldn't stop yourself from talking during the whole day, yet with wisdom. You had this way of speaking every thought. As beautiful as it was, it could seriously piss him off after a long day amongst the clan warriors. And today was one of these, were the strenght of his nerves weren't enough to mirror your sense of verbal connection, but just enough to pound the attitude out of you.

Sky Demon oh so delicate and gracious, that it was able to break the stiff wall of his long lasting beliefs. Sky Demon, oh so pure hearted, made him fucking feel what love was and felt the ground crumble under his feet since the day he met you. Sky Demon, oh so sincere and kind, able to knock the most harsh feelings he always felt towards any of your kind out of his lungs. And Sky Demon, so unbelievably true to herself, made him drool at the curious idea of how such a being could ressemble to one of his kind. You truly were the person proving him wrong on the fact that it wasn't your source, your race nor your home that should make you an enemy. But it was the hearts of those rejecting Eywas truth that had to be feared and chased.

As you were learning him to see the world through a different way and less darkened eyes without changing his aspects. He himself, showed you how much you deserved to be loved, even how far down you fell and how unalive you used to feel. Originally from earth, you arrived on Pandora by the mission to seek out new ways of life. Finding a way to save humanity without any harm. You then were attributed to your own avatar. Everything was fine until, the higher people, controlling the plan, lost their mind and you decided to flee into the forest and then you met So’lek. Luckily you had found a way to transfer your soul for good in your blue grand form and said goodbye to your human form without any regret, as you never felt any glimmer living this life of human roots. This amplified by the days you had the chance to live amongst them, as the tsahik saw something true and pure in your soul.

Back on earth, the world is destroyed and getting the chance to leave for Pandora, was like the four petal clove found in the endless pain field. A gift from the universe you never awaited and in distress needed. You smile everyday at this chaotic story and at how it somehow worked and shaped into the most beautiful story to share, with quite the amusing anecdotes. Like you loved to and it was utmost crazy to see that maybe yes. The universe always had a plan for you, by the way such uncompatible puzzle pieces still locked into place together. Or by the way two completely different souls managed to pull together easely. In the end, the only language is still love. And it will be the hymn of the universe forever.

His warm calloused and soothing palms craddle the little fat of your legs, calming your racing heart as he tries to penetrate deeper and deeper into your intimate warmth. Your labias spread evenly as his dick slides in you with difficulty. You two weren't having intercourses for long so it was only normal as you in addition were very tight to begin with. You're so damn tight, he thinks. But he regrets his thoughts, feeling how good your walls kiss the skin of his member. So tight, that he could even feel the rythmic beat of his heart down there. Deep pulse gaining speed with each second passed and as the most carnal needs grow. He sighs erotically, stopping his way inside for a second and taking his time admiring you. Everything in you radiates light and Love and he now couldn't even dare to imagine living without you. When he first met you, he had this irrepressible urge to cut of off your devil hands. Five fingers, the art of destruction, but today as knowing who you were inside, he only wants them to be feeled on evey inch of his skin.

Reaching down to hold one of your hands up, he put your small finger into his hot mouth, sucking on it hard while humming unintelligible sounds. Praising this part of you today was something important. Maybe was it out of guilt, but it wasn't something to ignore at how it just fueled desire powerfully by just a small actions as simple as this. The way it delivered trust and love around the air, was a drunk dizzying feeling. But you both loved to feel succumbed under such circumstances.

You look up in awe, squirming at his bold chest glistening with sweat and at the way his pecs contract with each fast inhale. As you move you can feel the resistance in your core, jolting at the way it sends electricity to your heart and you mewl at the way his warm tongue swirls around your slender petite finger. The rough surface of his tongue momentarely stops as you clench down on him, only to fully decontract yourself and finally letting his way easely in. Exactly how he planned to. You were so putty under his touch and he loved this. Loved to feel so masculine and viril in such a tender and yet feminine moment.

You moan, body wriggling at the size of his member resuming his ascencion down your belly, slowly forming a bulge without struggle. Given his posture, it's never been strange that he'd come away with such a large, long size and length. But as always, theory surpasses reality. And right now, it's the practitioner who's got the upper hand. An expert in the art, So’lek revels in your face as it contracts in innocent pleasure, and despite your pain, the oh so delectable stretch of his greatness evokes a sensation of intense well-being.

His voice breaks the silence only punctuated by heavy breaths. Pronounced accent and long vocal chords, and so on low growl, expressing their intention.

Look at you.... My beautiful Tawtute~ So ready and wet for me... He breathes in emotion with a smile while whispering just below your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sweet spot, before lapping at it like a starving man. You shiver, cold spikes travelling down your spine in an addicting way. Mouth long release of its favorite finger, he still caresses it with his own and pins it down just over your head, vanishing into the dark chocolate hair of yours splayed into the humid ground into a captivating canvas.

He enters slowly, letting your body adjust bit by bit. The vein of his dick slides through the membrane of your throbbing hole until it is stopped by the bump of your cervix. You moan in unison, ragged breaths escaping your luscious lips, coated with a thin film of saliva. Your eyes roll back into your skull, your mouth falling open as he maintains a steady rhythm. So'lek slides out of you, then gently in, testing the waters again and again. But as soon as your walls get wetter and the desired slick accumulates at the base of his stiffness, he begins a merciless rhythm that frees never heard harsh sounds from your mouth, vibrating on your tongue rarely, with each thrusts.

He lifts your hips, embracing the bulge of your bottom, and the new angle forces a long, desperate whimper out of him. The whole scene would have been obscene, between the dry tumults of his pubic bone slapping the soft down of your pussy and the grumbles escaping So’leks throat, it’s more than a mystery. Only you can bring him to do that. Be so free of his emotional restrains and that's what makes this moment so profound. And this is exactly what makes him angry too. Fortunately, you're hidden in a rocky alcove near a river that blocks out any auditory vibrations. And the headwaters of the waterfall muffle the voluminous muses of your companion, lost in an almost animal trance.

Your arms are now limp, framing your lulling face, enamoured with an expression of aggressively delicious pleasure. Your cheeks blaze with a new colour, a bright red, growing in intensity as the knot in the pit of your stomach becomes more and more oh so fucking good tensed. Noxiously more.

So’lek rises to his knees, lifting his bottom up, this new position much more within reach of an intoxicating act. Sinking deeper into the sweet warmth that has become a necessity at this stage of your shared passions, you can feel your body bounce with each stroke. Only your bobbing shoulder blades are connected to the sacred humid soil. Only witness next to the curious lifting leaves.

This goes on for minutes until the familiar sensation of orgasm approaches. Your face contorts in shock, letting out a melodious gasp as it arrives, and in a desperate gesture you reach out your arms, searching in vain for something to cling on, your eyes closed. Your upper limbs fall back onto the sumptuous floral carpet with a flat thud, convulsing with pleasure as the overstimulated nerves finally relax with a well-placed dip. Your first orgasm is like a firework exploding on your erect bud. Your second cuts you off from all air, arriving like an uncontrolled tsunami, and the last. Oh, the last one. You see it coming, but as it shoots its first gusts into the centre, it develops into a veritable firestorm. Burns your being up to the depths of your core, embrace you to the tips of your toes.

You see white as the last exhilarating breeze fades and you whine at the overstimulation. So’lek is still chasing his climax, frustrating shouts echoing off the stone walls that clatter in the suffocating atmosphere. All his muscles tense, his cock throbs and his balls contract unbelievably close to his crotch. He gives it all until the pulsation of his member points its knowing pump and in one last stroke he glues your two pelvises flush together and empties his seed directly into your womb, staying there.

You both semi-giggle in a transe, lost in your sensations. You feel his warm seed fill you to the brim, finally able to take a complete breath, whilst he lets his head fall down, groaning at the amazing way to claim you, that his to fuck you dumb until his cum paints your leaking walls.

Missions accomplished. You are exhausted, eyes fluttering in a way to try and keep them open. Long lashes shadowing the little of sight you are able to get. Wanting to watch the beauty of this man after he'd use you and worshipped you whole. Soul to Mind, to Body, to Spirit, to every inch of Life living inside of you. This always leads him in a charming sweet way to be and there is no way you'd miss it. To bad, turns out he fucked you too good. Now you can't even open your eyes the way you should...

You awake the second he pulls out though and exhale an annnoyed complain. He chuckles as he heavily lays down next to you, wrapping his big arms around your sweating body, trailing them along your curves and enjoying the after care time. So’lek loves to relish in the smell and sensitive skin of yours. Damp and buttery from the effort, your scent is stronger making the world around him satisfyingly disappear even more.

You sigh, happy to have him near you for once. It isn't often you get the time to succumb to your wants and it feels good when you can. You nuzzle your cheek against his, shiny orbs waiting for his owns to connect with. And when they do, your heart swells with love. So’lek can be seemed as a brute and careless man for the simple by walkers, as he is very dominant looking. But in truth he's the teddiest of all Teddy Bears. He smiles, showing off his sharp fangs, and cups your jaw with attention.

He prepars to lean in and kiss you, but the movement of your lips stop him. Look at you... My beautiful Na’vi~ You reflect his previous words with playfulness, ears flicking and fluttering. So ready and wet for me... You joke by reusing his words, looking down at his blue and oh so tempting lips. With a groan, he looks up unimpressed. You just can't stop youself and talk nonsense, do you, he thinks. He smiles at the thought, though he would never admit, that it is you, with you never ending blabber, that got him out of solitude.

You let him lean in and as he devours your mouth again, holding your neck, he lingers there until both of you are out of air for a second time.

Now. If you want to be this bratty again... He pauses and grins. What if I show the consequences of it? Again~

You cup his growing naked bulge and smirk. He gasps, amazed at how you caught his words and the implying behind them so rapidly.

Oh... I would love to. My beloved Teddy Bear~

©️ FlorasVenus

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pinkaditty · 1 month ago

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Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 6

ohhhhh my god im almost done. writing this one actually had me in a chokehold 4 rui im ngl

a/n: sorry this one took me a while :(( but im back at long last! at long last! rui kinda admittedly has had me feeling some kinda way... hmm...

quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

summary: pt 6 of "Who's Passing NNN?" tokyo debunker thing ykyk we've been through this

cw: men... with dicks... and they jerk off!!?!? MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!!! not ever proofread pls enjoy my brain slop

Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken

(MORTKRANKEN NEXT I CAN'T WAIT 2 WRITE YURI JORKING IT!!!!!)

Obscuary:

Edward Hart: Fail

A pity. He could have lasted if he’d wanted, but it really is that simple - he didn’t care to!

He never makes quick work of himself. He loves to drag it out, make it as painfully long as possible before his orgasm washes over him, his sticky cum spurting from his lower body and his lips parting in a whiny moan. Partially because he is lazy, but also because he values slow buildups. He believes it makes the climax all that sweeter. This is why he’s laid on his back in his room, rubbing himself to the thoughts of former sexual partners after a boner had caught him by surprise.

Steadily, gently, he rubs soft strokes along the shaft of his half-hard cock, shivering as he does. The sensation is close to electric, wincing as his arousal peaks, creating a familiar twinge in his lower body. He sighs blissfully, still moving his hand languidly up and down his shaft. Already, precum builds at the tip. He groans at the sight of it, and slows his pace, gently dragging his hand up and down his length. He considers pausing his minstrations, writhing in pleasure as he watches his cock twitch eagerly for release. He decides against it, instead ging painfully slowly, squeezing his cock as he strokes upwards, putting some pressure on his tip. He moans, feeling his body shake with pleasure. He gasps as his cock throbs in his hands, and he knows he’s getting close. He sighs in pleasure, picking up his pace again, sliding his hand up and down his length. He watches as more pre-cum drips down his length, and he parts his lips in a pleased mewl, feeling himself getting closer, and closer, and closer…

A knock at his door. His eyes snap wide open. He hardly has time to stuff himself back in his pants and pull the sheets over him for good measure before Rui prances in, carrying a laundry basket, complaining about Ed having left his clothes on the floor again. Internally, Ed sighs with relief, watching Rui trail around his room. His cock twitches in his pants, and Ed rolls his lip between his teeth. He might have to wait before he gets off.

Rui Mizuki: Fail

Damn! Now Romeo gets free drinks for two weeks. Rui doesn’t feel all that bad about losing though, as he wasn’t taking the bet that seriously. He knew he would probably lose, but after hearing about a mistake with the mission documents and how it was all that “BTH’s” fault, Rui thought he needed a pick-me-up.

The ringing in his ears just doesn’t seem to go away, no matter what he does. His knuckle-whitening grip on the counter of the bar was only making things worse. His bangs were beginning to stick to his forehead and his face was becoming quite flushed. He hadn’t had a single sip of any drink, not while on the job. He was rock hard, and he had been all day. It was thanks to some dream… Rui didn’t usually have horny dreams, but he wasn’t immune to them. This one was especially potent because it had been quite a long time since he’d had any true physical contact.

Romeo sat chattering in front of him, talking his and Haru’s ears off about the “BTH” and the latest screw up he’d caused. The words flowed in one ear and out the other, with occasional nods and “Oh, really?” and other pitying phrases and hums of agreement slipping from Rui’s lips. Haru was responding similarly, cheeks also flushed, but Rui assumed it was from the alcohol. Rui found himself very quickly becoming warmer as he reminisced on the dream, remembering how smooth the stranger’s touch was on his bare skin, how real it all felt. He swallowed deeply, loosening and tightening his grip on the counter, trying to ground himself somehow. His mind swims with fantasies of real contact; fingertips tracing patterns on his bare skin, nails scraping the skin of his back and neck, palms squeezing his waist or hips, a pair of lips and a tongue idly marking territory via bites and hickeys across his body. Rui suppresses a low groan, instead straightening his posture, trying to take his mind off the way his cock twitched and hardened in his pants. He was certain his arousal showed on his face. His easy smile had slipped away at some point, instead replaced by a focused, somewhat irritable one. His face had to be flushed what with how warm he was, the redness spreading to his ears and creeping down his neck. He ran his hands through his hair and noted it was damp to the touch. He sighs, listening still as Romeo rambles on.

He didn’t know if he could take this much longer. His cock continued to press angrily against his pants, as though demanding attention. Rui squeezed his thighs together as he stood, wiping down glasses and listening to Romeo’s endless drivel. The action made him shudder, sending pleasure and warmth coursing through his body again. He didn’t think it was possible to get harder than he was at this point. It was becoming painful, keeping his cock tucked away against his leg. He could feel it throbbing, growing impatient. He closes his eyes, sighing again. He leans forward on the counter, trying to refocus on Romeo’s rant. His cock twitches again. He just had to wait… a little bit longer…

Lyca Colt: Pass

He knows what this is but hardly does it himself. Doesn’t feel arousal often and when he does it makes him unbearable to be around. He gnashes his teeth like hell and digs his claws into his legs as though to will it away. It works sometimes, but not all the time…

Lyca dragged his sleep-robbed body to the room you typically slept in when you stayed over at Obscuary, his pillow dragging on the floor behind him. He’d had enough. It was impossible to sleep in his room tonight, for whatever reason. He just couldn’t… relax. A strange buzzing feeling seemed to keep him awake, permeating in his mind and hanging heavy near his groin. His cock would twitch every time he moved or thought of something in particular, irritating him to no end. He knew there was no chance of calming down while sleeping in there. And he didn’t feel like resisting it tonight.

When he arrived at the room, he immediately pushed the door open, and was quick to lock it behind him. He didn’t want the blonde gigolo or moth-eaten Casanova to interrupt his sleep. Plus, he didn’t want them to come in here and ruin it. He sniffs the air of the room, feeling his lower body stir. It still smelled like you. He feels anticipation rise in his chest as he makes a beeline for the bed, ripping back the sheets and searching for any remaining traces of you, hoping the last wash Rui had done hadn’t wiped it all out. Thankfully, he still caught rather potent traces of your scent in the pillows and comforter. He sighed with relief, tossing his pillow to the side and grabbing one of the ones in the room, holding it against his face, taking in a deep inhale. He groans as the scent fills his nostrils, feeling his heart pound excitedly and his cock twitch again, half-hard from his anticipation and excitement. He exhales, bringing the pillow away from his face, glancing down at his hardening length. No escaping it now.

He slides himself under the covers, placing the pillow under hie head, fully surrounding himself with your scent. It was faint on it’s own, but when surrounded with the bedsheets and comforter and pillows, it became quite potent. It was dizzying to Lyca, and he found himself eagerly gripping his cock before he could even think. A single stroke has him keening, soft moans slipping from his lips. To prevent making much more, he bites down on the pillow, gnawing at it repeatedly as he begins to touch himself. He growls into the pillow as he teases the head, his toes curling in further anticipation. His whole body shudders. He dives right in, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping his length faster, loud moans and growls muffled by the pillow that smelled like you. He keeps gnawing at the pillow’s edge repeatedly, his legs shaking with pleasure as he approaches his peak. His free hand curls into the sheets and he begins to thrust his hips forward into his hand, his growls getting louder.

At last he bursts, and a loud moan that quickly devolves into a whine escapes his lips as he frees the pillow from his jaws. He bites his lip, peeking underneath the sheets at the mess he’d made. Rui would have to wash these again. But, maybe he could get away with not saying anything… Who knows, maybe you’d come to stay again, and find the bed smelling just like Lyca.

a/n: *is visibly vibrating with excitement* IT'S NEARLY DONE! i can't wait 2 write yuri jerking off he's a fucking wet blanket it will be so much fun 2 write a pathetic nerd boyfailure jerk himself off

tagging @cupcakesmoothie bc this is ur fav house and ik u've been waiting patiently... which i deeply appreciate...

ALSO. PLEASE. I HAVE BEEN GOING THROUGH IT AND NOW HAVE THREE NEW FIC IDEAS:

“LEASHED” LEO (directly inspired by @/aayakashii’s fic im not even shy abt it): it’s been a long day and leo’s annoying you. he wants to use your power again to enhance his stigma to spy on some people. you don’t wanna. he pesters you so bad that you start thinking maybe his tie could be put to better use….

BUTLER RP WITH RUI: established couple maybe? idk rui mentions he’s still fucked up over the butler experience so you decided to give him better memories working as a butler for you.

7 MINUTES IN HIDING: you and haku are fucking in a closet and trying really hard not to get caught. haku is very loud.

i wanna write these so bad. foaming at the mouth. vote 4 which one i should write first if u feel like it. if not, amen.

note that i appreciate likes, comments, and reblogs!! please, tell me how much you enjoyed this work!! it means a lot to me to know you like it! until next time!

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sinful | arthurtv

sorry it's so late and a little short but here's my first kinktober post!!

i had requests for this sort of thing (here) so i figured i had to give the people what they wanted (but in drabble form)

cw: smut, edging, overstimulation

"if you're good tonight whilst we're out for food, i promise i'll give you what you've been waiting for tonight." arthur murmured against your collarbone, voice soft but still assertive as you had perched yourself on his lap, suggesting a quick round before going out.

you had been in the mood all day. and hearing that your mood wasn't going to be satiated before a meal with arthur, bach and his girlfriend, and you were instead going to be denied, and forced to wait until returning home had not been on the cards, in your mind at least.

"arthur... c'mon, we can be quick, we won't be late," you dragged out, each syllable said as sweetly as you could, in hopes of convincing him last minute as your hips slightly rolled against him.

he tutted slightly, shaking his head a little. "'m not gonna give in. so you either behave tonight, or you get nothing at all." he said.

it was sinful how easy it was to push arthur's buttons. you could write a manual on it, it's what you did best.

all of the meal had consisted of was you allowing the slit of your dress to ride dangerously high, or slightly adjusting the hemline of the scandalously low neckline and watching his eyes follow slightly, before biting his own tongue.

your hands pressed indecently high on his leg, covered by only the table as you allowed your fingers to gently drag against his upper thigh.

you could see his jaw clenching, trying his best to pay attention to whatever story bach had begun telling whilst you innocently nodded and smiled along, the sound of speaking around the restaurant muted in the slight thrill of watching arthur get increasingly tense.

arthur had gone through all of tonight with a gritted smile, teeth grinded so hard against each other that he may well have caused cavities, but alas.

the drive home was a quieter one, arthur's hands gripping the steering wheel until you were sure his knuckles had whitened, as he gave you a quick, "i told you to be patient, so now you're not gonna like tonight,"

so that was how you had ended up in this specific position, his long and slender fingers toying with your aching clit, tears threatening to spill from how desperate you had been all night, back pressed against your headboard as you whined out, showing how close you were to your release.

and that's when a quick grin came to arthur's face, and he removed his hand in one quick motion, pulling his digits into his mouth and moving them with a quick pop.

"arthur..." you whined, looking up at him with wide eyes, half irritated that he had stopped.

"told you, you didn't listen. you thought it was funny to try and wind me up at dinner, so now i won't give you what you want," he said, voice calm and decisive, looking slightly down at you with a cocky grin that almost made you want to pull your own hair out, "shouldn't have been such a wind-up, hm?"

"c'mon, arthur, please... want you so bad, need you inside me, wanna feel you stretching me out and filling me up..." you murmured out, in hopes of luring him with the thought.

he rolled his eyes slightly, the self-assured smirk still spread across his face, "you think i have that little self control?" he asked.

before you could try and come up with any comeback, plea, or anything along the lines, his head dipped inbetween your legs, his muscle licking one long stripe from your entrance to your clit, before his lips gently attached to your drooling folds,

your hips bucked slightly at the stimulation, which only lead arthur to slow his movements, each slight move calculated and painstakingly leisurely.

you felt the pad of one of his fingers gently tease at your needy hole, a gentle push and you whined as you felt your weeping entrance surrounded his fingers, each slight curl of his slender fingers making panting breaths escape you.

"fuck, please arthur, so good," you murmured as his tongue drew circles around your clit, moving his digits slightly faster, your head spinning as you approached orgasm far too fast, your body easily molded into putty as he looked up at you, his eyes slightly lidded and controlled, as he pulled his head away, leaving you to whine pathetically once more as his thumb drew even lighter circles against you.

"please, please, arthur, 'm sorry, won't do it again, ah, just need you so bad..." you pleaded out, your body writhing and tears threatening to spill from your cheeks at the lightheadedness that came from your denial, your lungs burning for air.

he grinned slightly at the sight beneath him, when you had been so done up and put together for your meal tonight, only to be reduced to messed hair, mascara stained cheeks and pleading, he reached for his waistband, pulling his painfully hard length out, and you could feel your mouth watering at the prospect as he wasted no time in pressing his tip against you, nudging against where you were achingly desperate.

it wasn't long before that pleading feeling was replaced by a gasp, letting yourself bite slightly against his collarbone, muffling the embarrassingly needy sounds as he began to rock his hips back and forth, already too close to your peak due to your previous denial, eyes squeezed shut and your lower abdomen tight as he rocked you against himself, fluid and quick as soon panting began to leave him also.

your vision felt clouded, euphoria fogging any thoughts as moans tumbled freely from your lips, muscles beginning to slightly relax as you could finally let go, the familiar knot snapping and fists grasping at the sheets beneath you, desperately trying to swallow thick gulps of air down as you watched arthur's face contort similarly to your own, his jerks becoming more sporadic as you fought to keep your eyes open and watch the scene unfold in front of you, watching as he fell apart shortly after.

you felt his seed fill you, watched his eyes roll back in his head and his lips fall open, murmuring out your name like a prayer before he fell down next to you, hand falling to your hip and drawing small, sweet circles against it.

"next time, if you just listened, wouldn't have to spend all that time waiting, hm?" he said, a grin still plastered against his face.

"ah, but if i don't push your buttons, how will i get you all wound up and agitated like that?" you said back, face flush and a cheeky smile gracing your face.

#arthur frederick #arthur frederick x reader #arthur tv #arthur tv x reader #arthurtv #arthurtv smut #arthurtv x reader #arthur tv smut #arthur frederick smut

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clinicse · 6 months ago

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chryblossomjjk · 2 years ago

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distractions | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 1.1k

⇢ WARNINGS: cute couple content, they drop the 'l' word guys, n*pple piercings n sucking bc u know... fixation lmao, v suggestive but no actual sm*t, finger sucking lol, the love is requited :')

⇢ SUMMARY: jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⇢ NOTES: ugh i missed them dearly!! will be putting out more drabbles soon, but i'm currently trying to focus on my other wip!! i haven't posted anything in so long so i wanted to share this with you guys! school n work is hectic i already feel swamped pls be patient with me :') i miss having time for a hobby lmao!! anyways, i hope you enjoy and let me know ur thoughts! love u <3 also apologize if there's any typos or weirdness, this wasn't beta'd!! if you haven't read practice yet, pls read before this!!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

“Kook, look up! How many times do I have to tell you?”

Four months into the relationship and his attention span, or lack thereof, never ceased to amaze you. With a frustrated groan, you place the pointy end of your Sailor Moon brush between your teeth before gripping his chin and turning his wandering gaze back to you.

“Bambi, I’m looking up!” He yell-laughs, doe-eyes wide and sarcastic as they bear into you, equally frustrated. You can already see the concealer you applied just a few minutes ago creasing. Dramatically, he karate chops his tattooed arm towards the ceiling, paralleling your scantily clad frame straddling him. The sudden jump has you shifting against his crotch deliciously. Now’s not the time for fooling around, though. You’re determined to put the cute brush set Jungkook randomly gifted you a few weeks back to good use, starting with giving your sweet boyfriend a full beat. “This is up! What other direction is up?”

What an asshole.

You pop the pink plastic out of your mouth, taking an annoyed chomp out of his annoying fingers. It's playful, of course. You mean, you’ve just got done with a whitening strip, after all…

Jungkook takes the opportunity to shove his digits further past your glossy lips, reaching down just enough to feel your throat constrict, then pulling back. He stares up at you with the cheesiest fucking grin, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re mean,” you cough, wiping the drool at the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“No you,” he counters, pinching your cheek patronizingly. “I love you, though.”

One month into the lovey-dovey phase of the relationship; that one where the initial butterflies fly away and you’re left feeling like ‘wow, maybe this is a forever sort of thing,’ and you still feel lightheaded every time Jungkook murmurs those three words.

“I love you, too,” you coo, reaching down to adjust his teddy-bear headband. Jungkook’s been growing his hair out. This was his last semester and he was determined to go out with a bang. For whatever reason, he had decided that bang was a mullet. You remember how confused you were when he showed up at your dorm at 3am, drunk off Fireball and excitement, asking you to cut his hair. You thought the request was outlandish and foolish, but you did it anyway, in your bathroom with eyebrow scissors. It came out a teeny bit crooked, and a tiny bit choppy, but Jungkook loved it, staring at his reflection with a big bunny smile and starry eyes. “But baby, this-” you tap on the headboard behind him, “-is up.”

He squints his eyes in defiance before complying. Ah, you’ve trained him well. A very good boy, indeed.

You’ve spoken, or thought, too soon, because after a few swipes of the plush bristles, a high-pitched ‘Appa!’ from your phone, leaning against your Kuromi makeup bag on the nightstand beside you, draws his dark pupils back to the cartoon.

“That’s it,” you huff like an overwhelmed mother of three, yanking the device out of his sight. “Say goodbye to Aang. You’ve lost your Avatar: The Last Airbender privileges.”

“C’mon, seriously?” He laughs while lunging forward, attempting to wrestle the phone out of your grasp. Giggling wildly, you toss it on the pink shag rug below you, out of his reach. The movement almost sends you toppling over. Luckily, Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Bambi, you know I’m easily distracted.”

“But you said I could do your makeup,” you pout, batting your lashes at him.

“I know, I-”

“Don’t touch!” You shriek, preventing him from rubbing his eye.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes through a chuckle, holding his hands by his head in defense. “Maybe I…” You deadpan him as his eyes scan around the room before, not so subtly, landing on your chest. Cocking his head, he tuts his tongue and grips the hem of your shirt. Shamelessly, he stuffs the nearly transparent material into your mouth, exposing your bare breasts. “There, just like that,” he whispers, warm palms grazing up your torso to cup them, thumbs grazing over your little diamond heart jewelry. You gasp at the touch. “You know, I still can’t believe you actually got ‘em’.” Neither could you, honestly, but if there was one thing Jungkook has taught you, it’s that sometimes, you need to step out of your comfort zone. Take risks. Especially when it results in the cutest little nipple piercings. “So fucking sexy…”

You feel his forming bulge poking against you. God, do you want him. But even Jungkook’s dick couldn’t derail you from the mission at hand. Raising an eyebrow, you lift up the makeup brush.

The tits really seem to keep him preoccupied. With a hand on his cheek, you feel his mouth hollowing, sucking your nipple gingerly as you lean over him and fill in his thick brows. Obviously, it’s a bit hard to focus. Every now and then, you have to tug his hair to redirect his nibbles back down to soft licks.

“Okay,” you announce, letting the shirt fall from your candy-coated lips and sitting up, “what color?”

Out of the entire thirty-pan rainbow eyeshadow palette you’re holding up for him, he lazily points to the darkest shade in the top color. His favorite color, of course; black. You should’ve known. Your lips scrunch to the side in contemplation. Jungkook would look so yummy with a smokey eye.

So you blend and blend away with blacks, whites, and grays. Shockingly, your boyfriend manages to stay still throughout the entire process. You’re proud of him, really. He’ll definitely get rewarded afterward. And you were right, the final product is absolutely delectable.

“Baby, your eyelashes are stunning!” You swoon. “And the smokey-eye looks so so so good with your eye shape.”

Silence.

“Jungkook?” You lean forward, gripping his shoulders and shaking softly. Nothing but the sound of faint snores reaches your ears. The little fuck fell asleep. No wonder why he’s been so good. You laugh in disbelief, picking your phone off the floor and snapping a few pictures to show him in the morning. Reaching into your drawer, you take out a couple makeup wipes and start cleaning him up. You loathe makeup wipes and only keep them for emergencies, but Jungkook looks so peaceful that you can’t bring yourself to wake him.

Next, you snuggle beside him with a spare blanket, unable to yank your comforter out from under his thick, muscular thighs. He stirs when you gently pull off his headband. “I love you…” he mumbles, still half asleep. It’s as if the emotion is so ingrained in his subconscious that they bubble to the surface, even when he’s sleepy and incoherent.

And you feel the same exact way.

“I love you, Jungkook. Goodnight.”

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richarlotte · 5 months ago

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Most important steps to your glow up?

Top Tier.

Braces.

I had my braces on for 18 months, and they were the best decision of my life. I can breathe better, my jaw and chin look better, my teeth are straighter, and I have no more pain. Facial harmony is everything, and mine was restored by an expert orthodontist and continued use of my retainers. Jaw surgery wasn’t reasonable or necessary, but I can’t even begin to describe the impact that dental whitening, braces, weight loss, and proper dental care work had on my face.

Electrolytes and Hydration.

I was severely dehydrated and in need of electrolytes for years and years. I thought that drinking enough water wasn’t as important as people made it seem, but my life changed when I started to do it. Life feels much less stressful now that I’m properly hydrated, and I make sure to toss a little lemon and salt in my water and drink a Gatorade or Liquid IV to get electrolytes.

Darker and Longer Hair.

I look better with hair that’s long, dark, and thick. I have alopecia, so I did a number of things to disguise my hair loss growing up, but I wear wigs now that my hair is gone. I was told to wear my hair long, dark, and straight last year, and whenever I do, people tell me that I look otherworldly. Now that I know what to do with my hair and what looks best, I’m a million times more confident about myself.

Less Dairy.

I am not lactose intolerant, but I do not need to be eating dairy in excess. I enjoy dairy, so I won’t cut it out of my diet, but I don’t need to be eating it in the amount that I did. I was bloated, always breaking out, and tired all the time, but my low energy dissipated the second I cut my dairy intake. I’m not 100% dairy-free and most likely won’t ever be, but I’m careful with the amount I consume.

Korean Contact Lenses.

Americans think that all colored contact lenses are unnatural, and American-made colored contacts are. I use Olens contacts and only use the dark shades, and they’re amazing. I find that having huge, dark, striking eyes helps me get exactly what I want, and I love the way I look when I’m wearing contacts. I use contacts to craft my look and emphasize my eyes, and I never buy or use colors that aren’t brown or black. Wearing dark contacts has reduced my need for so much bright eye makeup; they make me look friendlier, and I look better in photos.

Better Quality Makeup.

Investing in higher-quality makeup and actually learning how to apply it was crucial. Buying Hourglass, Pat McGrath, Charlotte Tilbury, MAC, and Nars was sort of essential to my makeup journey, and I look much better now that I’ve invested the time and money into learning about makeup. Dupes just don’t hold up to the real things, and I look better now that I’m spending $45 on one product instead of spending $45 on five different products to try to replicate the look.

Urea, Glutamic Acid, and Dry Brushing.

I used to have serious strawberry arms and legs, dry skin, and dark spots from body acne, but all of that has cleared up. Hyaluronic acid and body serums have nothing on this combo, and dry brushing has completely cleared up my rough skin and helped with my stretch marks. If you want skin that’s plump, hydrated, glowing, and looks healthy, then you have to exfoliate your dry and wet skin and start using this trio to care for your body.

Better Skincare Products.

I invested a lot in using fancy designer brands, but the things that helped me the most were basic, unscented, and quality. I use Paula’s Choice exfoliant, plenty of SPF 100, retinol, and a variety of Korean and American products. My facial acne is gone, my dark marks are cleared, my skin barrier is healed, my skin looks healthier, and I’m glowing. Drunk Elephant, celebrity skincare brands, and trending products didn’t do it for me; figuring out what I needed and then implementing it into my routine helped.

Creating my own aesthetic.

I won’t stop talking about The Blend because it helped me become who I am today. I wanted to create a look that would help me, and so I had to spend months solidifying my image. It took me a year to get to where I am today, but life became easier once I was able to figure out what I should be doing, what I should be saving for or investing in, and what suited me. The Blend isn’t just about style, and I had to be scientific with it at times and really work with the resources I had and what was readily accessible to me.

I can do Mid Tier next.

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ncityprincess · 2 years ago

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night time routine

pairing: boyfriend Johnny x y/n

plot: just a cute lil blurb about Johnny being in love with his girlfriend that may or may not be completely self indulgent. enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

he knew how impotant your nighttime routine was to you.

you and Johnny had been living together for a little over a year, and throughout those 365+ days and nights, he became accustomed to your little quirks and schedules. every night at around 9:00 pm, you always had the same routine: take a steaming hot shower, brew a pot of tea, sit on the couch, and finally join him in bed.

some nights your showers were relatively quick. especially if you were extra tired and ready to call it a night. other times it was your “everything shower” as you liked to call it, and it would take you much longer. you may plop on a sheet mask for extra relaxation, and maybe even beckon Johnny to join you for an impromptu spa night. either way, Johnny knew that this was your personal quality time for yourself, and made sure to give you your space.

you were both night owls in your own ways. johnny preferred to spend his evenings playing a video game with his buddies, or maybe even work on some of his latest beats and photographs. if there was a show that piqued his interest, he would binge watch a whole season in one night. your preferred method of unwinding, however, was peace and quiet. the two of you were more than happy to coexist in your cozy little apartment.

tonight was no different than any other night, although for some reason, johnny was feeling particularly infatuated with you.

he watched from his gaming chair as you sat on the couch, curled up under your favorite pink fuzzy blanket engrossed in a book. Your glasses sat low on the bridge of your nose as you leaned your head down into the book. She must be really invested in this particular scene, he thought.

your hair was tucked away to protect it from your eventual night’s sleep, and you had on one of his giant [on you] t-shirts. he always loved to "scold" you for stealing his clothes because he thoroughly enjoyed how whiny you got. “your shirts are just extra comfy!” he truly didn't mind when you wore his clothes. in fact, he loved it. it made him feel almost...territorial over you. you were wearing his clothes, making it known that you were spoken for. all his.

Johnny took this opportunity to stare intensely at you while you were distracted by your novel. the book must have really hooked you, because you could barely tear your eyes away from it as you reached for your tea cup on the coffee table.

the longer Johnny watched you, the more his desire for you grew. with each second that passed he felt his sadistic side come out. here you were, sitting so comfortably, so innocently on a quiet evening. you had no idea what kind of evil thoughts your boyfriend was conjuring up in that head of his.

Johnny felt the familiar sensation of blood rushing to his dick. he couldn't help it! you were just so intoxicating. and the best part was, you didn't even know it. you would never be able to grasp just how much Johnny longed for you. he loved every single side of you. dressed to the nines, hoodie and leggings, acne treatments and teeth whitening strips. he loved it all.

johnny's body moved on autopilot as he got up from his chair and stalked over to where you were sitting on the couch. the sound of his actions brought you back to reality, and you flashed him a sweet smile as you looked back down at the last sentence you read. you had no idea what you were in for...

Johnny kneeled down in front of the couch and remained silent as he stared at you. you looked back up at him slightly confused and wondering what he was up to. the room was silent and you let out a puzzled laugh. "what?" Johnny said nothing as he slowly pulled your glasses off of your face and placed them on the coffee table. you questioned him again as he set your book aside face down, as to not lose your spot.

you looked up at him with big eyes, completely lost and confused as to what was going on. "do you know how fucking pretty you are?" Johnny asked in a soft tone. you could sense a bit of lust laced in his voice. "I—wha—where is this coming from?" he had effectively rendered you flustered. Johnny always had a way of making you melt without even touching you.

"I get to see you all the time, in every single form." Johnny gently pulled the blanked off of your lap and climbed onto the couch and in between your legs as he spoke in a slow, even tone. "doesn't matter if you're dolled up, fresh out of the gym, first thing in the morning. you are the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth."

your heart was practically beating out of your chest. you were sure the look on your face was dumbfounded, because that's exactly what you were right now. "John! you...you can't just say things like that out of nowhere" you stuttered softly. Johnny was right on top of you now, looking deeply into your eyes with that signature intense stare. even after dating for all this time, you still had trouble holding eye contact with him.

"fuck, even the way you say my name is so sexy."

"baby..."

Johnny continued to set his thoughts free as he stared down at you. "everything you do is so sexy to me. and the fact that I'm the only one who gets to see all of you drives me fucking insane. only I get to be this close to you. only I can touch this beautiful body. I'm the only one who gets to hear those cute little moans you do so well."

each and every word got you more aroused. here you were with your face buried into your book not even two minutes ago. now, your boyfriend had you exactly where he wanted you: flustered underneath him.

Johnny cupped your face with his large, warm hands and brushed a thumb over your plump bottom lip. "may I?" he asked softly. "please" you breathed out. that's all he needed to hear. he leaned down to press a soft test kiss on your lips. you immediately grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. whenever Johnny got you this worked up it was a lot easier to show him how you felt, rather than tell him with words.

johnny's tongue brushed against yours as he deepened the kiss. he rutted against your hips once before he sat up on his knees and pulled you by your thighs so that you were laid out on your back. the look in his eyes was hungry. animalistic even. he wanted you and he wanted you now.

you bit your bottom lip as he swiftly pulled your panties down and off your legs. he groaned as he looked down at your soaked core. you started to pull his shirt off of you, but he quickly caught your hands. "nah, leave it on princess." he said with a growl. his possessive demeanor turned you on even more. he continued to hold your hands at your sides as he dove face first into your pussy. you bucked your hips in response, feeling extra sensitive. you wanted to run your hands through his hair so badly as he continued his ministrations against your buzzing clit.

"mmmm babyyyy" you moaned out, rocking your hips against his face. he slobbered on your pussy, then finally let go of one of your hands to run his own against your dripping mound. he slowly pushed his middle finger into your hole and watched you throw your head back. "that's it pretty, you just lay back and let me take care of you. gonna take care of you so good." Johnny pushed a second finger into your sopping wet hole and went back licking you. he quickly moved his head side to side, eager to get you off.

he knew you were going to cum any second now as he heard you panting loudly. he punched his fingers against your g spot a few more times before you finally let out a loud wail as you came. he smirked against your pussy, slowing down his movements as you came down from your high. Johnny sat back up on his heels and watched as your chest heaved up and down. "come up here and taste how good your pussy is, pretty girl." you quickly shot up and crashed your lips against his, moaning at the taste of your cum and his saliva.

"fuck John, that was so good." you moaned against his lips. Johnny got to work on undressing himself and chuckled darkly. "hmm, that was just the beginning, baby. lay back down for me, will ya?"

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starskq · 6 months ago

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SPRAINED ANKLE / P.S

Pairing ◊ barista!reader x barista!seeun

Genre ◊ kinda enemies to lovers ?, fluff

Warnings ◊ kissing

Word count ◊ 3,19k

Summary ◊ You and Seeun worked together at a little coffee shop, but little problem: you hated each other. Until you sprained your ankle during a shift.

You and Seeun worked together in a little coffee shop tucked away in the heart of your college town. From the moment you met, it was clear you were like oil and water. His cocky demeanor clashed violently with your straightforward attitude. Every shift was like a battleground, filled with sarcastic remarks and heated glares. To customers, you were known as a comedic duo.

One night, as the clock struck ten, signaling the end of another long day, the last customer just left. You and Seeun began your closing routine. The air was thick with usual tension, your mutual disdain evident in every word and gesture.

‘’Seeun, did you forget to clean the espresso machine again?’’ You asked, your voice raised with annoyance as you cited down the counter.

He rolled his eyes, his lips curling into a smirk. ‘’Oh, I’m sorry, princess. Did you forget to restock the sugar packets like you were supposed to?’’

You shot him a whitening glare. ‘’It’s not my job to clean up after your mess.’’

‘’And it’s not mine to remind you of yours,’’ he retorted, leaning casually against the counter you just wiped.

You huffed and turned away, focusing on your tasks. You reach up to grab a box from a high shelf when suddenly, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your ankle. You let out a yelp and stumbled, dropping the box with a loud thud.

‘’Great, just great,’’ you muttered, through gritted teeth, catching your ankle.

Seeun’s smoke faded instantly. He rushed over, concern flashing in his eyes. ‘’What did you do now?’’ He asked, his tone sharp but worried.

You winced, trying to stand up but failing. ‘’I think I twisted my ankle,’’ you admitted, your voice strained with pain.

‘’Sit down,’’ he ordered, a bit more gently this time. He helped you to a chair, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his usual harsh demeanor.

You watched in disbelief as he knelt in front of you, carefully examining your ankle. ‘’What are you doing?’’ You asked, your voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.

‘’Helping you, obviously,’’ he replied, his tone brusque. ‘’Do you always have to question everything?’’

‘’Why are you helping me?’’ You asked, wincing as he prodded your ankle.

‘’Because I don’t want to be the one explaining to our boss why you’re limping around,’’ je said, but there was an undertone of genuine concern in his voice you caught up on.

He stood up and fetched a first aid kit from behind the counter. He returned with a tube of cream and a bandage. ‘’This might sting a bit,’’ he warned, applying the cream to your swollen ankle.

You hissed at the cold sensation but didn’t pull away. ‘’You know you're not half bad at this,’’ you remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

‘’Don’t get used to it,’’ he replied, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he began wrapping your ankle with the bandage. ‘’Just stay still and let me finish.’’

You watched him work, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you. ‘’Why do you have to be so infuriating all the time?’’ You muttered.

‘’Because someone had to keep you on your toes,’’ he shot back, securing the bandage with a final tug. ‘’And clearly, you need someone to watch out for you.

You couldn't help but chuckle despite the pain. "You know, for someone who supposedly hates me, you're pretty decent when it counts.’’

Seeun met your eyes, a severe expression on his face. "Just because we don't get along doesn't mean I want to see you hurt," he said quietly. "Now, try to stay off that ankle for a bit.’’

You nodded, touched by his unexpected kindness. "Thanks, Seeun. I appreciate it.’’

"Don't mention it," he replied, standing up. »But if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll deny it.’’

"Deal," you said, taking his hand and pulling yourself up. "But I might remind you every now and then, just to annoy you.’’

"I wouldn't expect anything less," he said with a grin. You tried to get up from the chair but he stopped you in your tracks. ‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’

‘’I need to finish closing up,’’ you said, looking at him in disbelief.

"Do you want to make it worse?" Seeun shot back, his eyes narrowing. "Just sit. I'll handle the rest.’’

Frustrated but knowing he was right, you reluctantly sank back into the chair. You watched as Seeun efficiently went about the closing tasks, moving with surprising grace for someone you always thought of as infuriatingly arrogant. He wiped down tables, mopped the floors, and even took out the trash—all the while glancing at you to make sure you were staying put.

"You really don't have to do all this,’’ you said, a touch of guilt in your voice. "I can at least help with the counters.’’

"No, you can't," Seeun replied firmly. "The last thing we need is for you to fall again and break something else.’’

You huffed, crossing your arms. "You're so bossy, you know that?’’

"And you're so stubborn," he retorted, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

Finally, they were done. Seeun locked the front door, and they both stepped outside into the cool night air. You glanced at your watch and groaned. "Great. I missed my last bus,’’ you muttered to yourself.

Seeun raised an eyebrow. "How far do you live?’’

"About thirty minutes away," you muttered. ‘’Walking.’’

"With a sprained ankle? Not happening," he said, shaking his head. "Come on, I'll give you a ride.’’

You blinked in surprise. "You don't have to do that.’’

"And you don't have to walk home injured," he shot back, leading you to his car parked a few steps away. "Just get in."

You hesitated but then relented, hobbling to the passenger side and sliding into the seat. Seeun started the engine, and they pulled out of the parking lot.

"You know, you're not as bad as I thought,’’ you said after a few minutes of silence, glancing at him.

"Gee, thanks," Seeun replied sarcastically, though he couldn't hide a small smile. "You're not exactly a walk in the park either.’’

You chuckled. "I guess we both have our moments.’’

The drive continued with your usual banter, though it felt lighter, less hostile. You couldn't help but notice how different Seeun looked behind the wheel. The streetlights cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting his sharp features. He had a relaxed, confident air about him, one hand casually resting on the gearshift, the other on the steering wheel. He looked, for lack of a better word, incredibly hot.

"Stop staring,’’ Seeun said suddenly, breaking your reverie.

You felt your cheeks flush. "I wasn't staring.’’

"Right," he said, smirking. "Just like I wasn't scolding you earlier.’’

"Okay, fine. Maybe I was staring," you admitted. "But only because you look weirdly competent for once.’’

‘’Competent?’’ he echoed, raising an eyebrow. "I'll take that as a compliment, I guess.’’

You both laughed, the tension between you dissolving into something almost comfortable. As you approached your neighborhood, you realized you were actually enjoying his company. It was a strange, unexpected feeling.

"Thanks for the ride," you said as you pulled up in front of your house. "And for helping me with my ankle.’’

"Don't mention it," Seeun replied, his expression softening. "Just try not to hurt yourself again, okay? I don't want to have to play nursemaid every shift.’’

As you opened the front door, you glanced at the staircase leading to your apartment on the third floor. You sighed, realizing how difficult it would be to climb with your sprained ankle. Seeun, still standing by his car, noticed your hesitation.

"You're not seriously thinking about climbing those stairs, are you?" he called out, his tone half-scolding, half-concerned.

You shrugged, trying to play it off. "It's just a few steps. I'll manage.’’

"No way," Seeun said, striding up to you. "I'm not letting you hurt yourself even more.’’

Before you could protest, he bent down and scooped you into his arms.

"Seeun! Put me down!" You exclaimed, your face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.

"Not a chance," he replied, carrying you effortlessly up the stairs. "You're stubborn, but I'm more stubborn.’’

You grumbled but couldn't help feeling a bit touched by his gesture. "You know, for someone who acts like he hates me, you're pretty decent when you want to be.’’

"Don't get used to it," he said with a smirk, reaching the top of the stairs. "I still think you're a pain in the ass."

When they reached your door, you fumbled with her your, finally managing to unlock it. Seeun gently set you down just inside the apartment. You turned to him, an awkward silence hanging in the air for a moment.

"Um, do you want to come in for a drink or something?’’ You asked, surprising yourself with the invitation. "It's the least I can do after you carried me up here.’’

Seeun looked at you for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, why not. Just a quick drink, though.’’

You led him into the small living room and gestured for him to sit while you hobbled to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home. What do you want? Water, soda, tea?’’

"Water's fine," he said, looking around the cozy apartment. "Nice place.’’

"Thanks," you replied, pouring two glasses of water and carefully bringing them to the living room, limping a little because of your ankle. You handed him a glass and sat down across from him at the kitchen counter.

"So," Seeun started, taking a sip of his water, "why do you insist on doing everything yourself even when you're hurt?’’

"Why do you insist on being so infuriating?" You shot back, though there was no real anger in your voice.

He chuckled. "I guess it's easier to argue than to admit that we might actually get along if we tried.’’

"Maybe," you admitted, feeling a strange pull between you. You noticed the way his eyes flickered over you, a mix of frustration and something else you wouldn’t dare describe.

As Seeun glanced around your apartment, his eyes fell on a framed poster of Liverpool's Anfield stadium hanging on the wall. Next to it was a shelf lined with memorabilia: scarves, miniature jerseys, and a few of your photos at various matches.

"Wait a minute," Seeun said, his tone shifting from casual to surprised. "You like Liverpool?’’

You looked up from your drink, a spark of enthusiasm lighting up your eyes. "Like? I love Liverpool! I've been a fan since I was a kid.’’

A wide grin spread across Seeun's face. "You're kidding! I'm a huge Liverpool fan too. Did you see the match against Manchester City last month? What a game!’’

Your eyes widened with excitement. "Are you serious? That match was incredible! Salah's goal was absolutely insane!’’

"Right?" Seeun exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat. "I couldn't believe the way he weaved through your defense. It's like he was playing with kids out there.’’

You laughed, the animosity between you momentarily forgotten. "I know! And Alisson's saves were phenomenal. That guy is a wall.’’

You continued chatting animatedly about your favorite team, each game, and player, exchanging stories and experiences. For the first time, you found yourselves on the same wavelength, your shared passion bridging the gap that usually separated you.

"Have you ever been to Anfield?" Seeun asked, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Twice," you replied proudly. "The atmosphere is unreal. There's nothing like singing 'You'll Never Walk Alone' with thousands of your fans.’’

"I'm so jealous," Seeun said, shaking his head. "I've been dying to go. It's on my bucket list for sure.’’

"Maybe you should stop being so arrogant and save up for a trip," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.

Seeun smirked. "And maybe you should stop being so stubborn and let people help you once in a while.’’

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. "I don't need help. Especially not from you.’’

"Right, because hobbling up the stairs on a sprained ankle is a sign of independence," Seeun shot back, though he was smiling.

"At least I don't act like I know everything," you retorted, crossing your arms.

"That's because I do know everything," he said with a wink.

You both laughed, the earlier tension easing into a more comfortable rhythm. It was strange, you thought, how easily you slipped back into your usual banter, yet it felt different now—less hostile, more... familiar.

"You know, it's weird," you said, after a moment of comfortable silence. "I never would have guessed we had something in common.’’

"Yeah, it's almost like there's more to people than meets the eye," Seeun replied a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Who knew?’’

"Maybe if you weren't so busy being insufferable, you might have figured that out sooner," you teased.

"Or maybe if you weren't so determined to be difficult, we could have had this conversation months ago," he countered.

You shook your head, smiling. "You really can't help yourself, can you?’’

"Nope," Seeun said, grinning. "It's part of my charm.’’

"Charm? Is that what you call it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Absolutely," he said confidently. "And it seems to be working, doesn't it?’’

Y/n laughed again, shaking her head. ‘’Only in your dreams.’’

As your conversation lulled, he glanced down at your ankle. ‘’So, how’s your ankle holding up?’’

You waved a hand dismissively. ‘’It’s okay now. Just a little sore, that’s all.

Seeun raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Yeah, right. Let me see.’’

You started to protest, but Seeun was already kneeling in front of you, gently lifting your leg to inspect the injury. "Seeun, it's really—‘’

"Shut up for a second," he interrupted, his eyes widening as he looked at your ankle. ‘’Y/n, this is not fine.’’

You ankle was swollen and turning a deep shade of blue, the bruising spreading across your skin. It had definitely tripled in size since you first injured it. Seeun's jaw tightened with concern.

"Why didn't you say it was this bad?" he demanded, though his touch was gentle as he carefully removed the makeshift bandage he had applied earlier.

"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," you admitted, wincing slightly as he applied some fresh cream to the bruised area.

"This is a big deal, y/n," he said, his voice softening. "You need to take better care of yourself.’’

You watched him work, surprised by the care and attention he was giving you. "I didn't think you'd care this much," you said quietly.

He glanced up at you, his expression serious. "Just because we bicker all the time doesn't mean I want to see you hurt. You really need to learn to ask for help when you need it.’’

"I know," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm just not used to relying on others.’’

"Well, get used to it," he replied, rewrapping your ankle with a clean bandage. "At least when it comes to me.’’

"Is that an offer?" you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.

"It's more of a statement," he said, finishing the bandage and standing up. "And don't argue with me about it.’’

You laughed softly. "Fine, I won't argue. This time.’’

‘’Come on, let's get you more comfortable," he said, offering you a hand so you could stand.

You took his hand, but as you tried to stand, a sharp pain shot through you ankle, causing you to stumble forward. Seeun quickly caught you, your bodies pressed close together. Your faces were just inches apart, and you could feel his breath on your skin.

"Easy there," he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours. "You okay?’’

You nodded, but the pain was evident on your face. "Yeah, just hurts a bit.’’

As he steadied you, his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension, and your heart raced.

"You know," you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper, "you could kiss me if you wanted to.’’

Seeun's eyes widened slightly, his expression unreadable. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice husky.

You swallowed, feeling the heat of the moment. "Yes," you whispered back, your breath catching in uyour throat.

Slowly, as if giving you a chance to back out, Seeun leaned in. His lips brushed against yours softly at first, testing, before pressing more firmly. Your eyes fluttered closed as ou melted into the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt for balance.

His hand cupped your cheek gently, mindful of your injured ankle. The kiss deepened, growing more heated as your pent-up emotions finally found release. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his other hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer.

You broke apart for a moment, both breathing heavily. He rested his forehead against yours, his voice a low murmur. "I didn't expect this.’’

"Neither did I," you admitted, your fingers still tangled in his shirt.

Your eyes locked, and he took a deep breath before again breaking the distance against you. You kissed again, this time slower, savoring the moment. As you lost balance again, seeun reluctantly broke the kiss, chuckling slightly. ‘’You should probably sit down,’’

You nodded as he helped you to the couch, ensuring you were comfortable before sitting beside you. Your faces were flushed, the lingering heat of your kiss still evident.

“So,” Seeun said, his usual cocky smirk returning, “does this mean you’re going to stop being so stubborn and listen to me now?’’

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. “In your dreams. Just because we kissed doesn’t mean you get to boss me around.’’

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “Oh, come on. You know you like it when I take charge.’’

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Please, you’re only good for reaching high stuff and being annoying.’’

“Annoying?” he repeated, leaning in closer. “I seem to remember you enjoying our little moment just now.’’

Your cheeks flushed deeper. “It was a moment of weakness.’’

“Is that what we’re calling it?” he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Yes,” you said firmly, though your smile betrayed you. “And don’t get any ideas that this means I’ll be going easy on you at work.’’

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Seeun replied, grinning. “I like our little arguments. Keeps things interesting.’’

“Interesting isn’t the word I’d use,” you shot back, though there was no real malice in your voice. “Exasperating, maybe.’’

“Admit it,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied look. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t around.”

“Miss you?” You laughed. “More like I’d finally get some peace and quiet.’’

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re impossible, y/n.’’

“And you’re insufferable, Seeun,” you replied, but your tone was light, almost affectionate.

You fell into a comfortable silence, your banter a familiar and oddly comforting rhythm.

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circe69 · 2 years ago

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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

narrative: you get kidnapped by graves, and ghost rescues you (in a very aggressive/sweet manner) part 1 warnings: mentions of kidnapping, injuries, blood, gunshots/guns tags: ghost bringing you coffee, being in tight spaces with him, sweet flirting/shameless flirting, talk of late-night meetings.

a/n: I have this idea of this version of Ghost being younger, maybe early 20's, having just entered the military. I like to think that before he became a "super killer", all he wanted to do was protect and save. And when you came along, I think he saw it as an opportunity to finally save someone who really needed him. In the comics, Ghost lost everything and everyone he ever had, and I like to think he'd find it worth his while to try and save someone again. Just one last time.

🕊️┈┈┈┈ 🕊️┈┈┈┈ 🕊️

You woke up that morning, drenched in sweat and tears soaking your striped pillow. It wasn't the best circumstances, waking up from a nightmare in a room you don't recognize. The weather wasn't helping either, dark storm clouds only a few hundred feet above you and rain causing a visible downpour outside your window.

You dreamt that Graves hadn't let you go, as if your brain was giving you the second option of "what if Ghost hadn't rescued you?" and gave it to you in full, gory detail. Every ounce of you felt disgusting, dirty.

Reaching out to touch your face, you pulled it back and smiled slightly at the lack of blood. Either it had dried up, or the tears washed it for you, flooding away all the revolting liquid that you wished wasn't there at all.

Turning the knob to enter your small room again, you opened the door and your jaw dropped at the sight before you.

Ghost.

Was sitting on your bed.

"What are you doing in here?" You screeched, crossing your arms over your shoulders in attempt to hide your bare chest.

He jumped up from where he sat on your bed, "I was waiting for you." His tone was quiet, not as stressed as you were. You were slightly thankful for it, the balance between the two of you was perfect, even if you'd never admit it to anyone else.

"Yeah well, I was in the shower."

His mouth stretched into a smile, showing his whitened teeth against his dark pink lips. "I know."

You felt your cheeks flush, and even though the statement should've caused you to tense more, you felt your shoulders relax and slowly drop from the cross they were in, your arms now resting on either side of you.

"Oh."

He sat back down on the bed, reading your face that was now comfortable and not as scrunched up as it was seconds before. One leg crossed over the other knee, and his hands folded together on his lap, fiddling with the small metal bracelet underneath his gloved wrist.

"How are you feeling? Did you sleep okay? Sometimes the AC-"

You interrupted his rambling, "I slept fine. Great actually." Even if it was a lie, in some way, you really did sleep better than you had in a while, feeling safe being underneath the same roof as Ghost. As crazy as it sounded, and maybe if you didn't even realize it yet, he was something you'd longed for, and had for quite a while. Just someone to stand behind, someone to watch first instead of doing everything yourself.

"You look great," he paused to clear his throat, "Better, I mean, then last night."

You smiled at his awkwardness. You could tell small talk wasn't his forte, but it made it better. More genuine, you thought.

"Thanks."

It wasn't until now that you realized you were still standing, dripping wet in a towel, with Ghost staring at you, and you staring back. It wasn't seductive, nothing in his dark brown eyes alluded to anything else except for "I'm glad you're okay."

"Well, I need to," you waved a hand at your towel-clad body, signaling you needed to get dressed. Ghost nodded, clearing his throat once more to clear the silence. "Right, well, your coffee is on the table in the break room. I'll be waiting in there for you when you're done." He made a fist and held it out to you. A fist bump?

You chuckled at his poor demonstration of the gesture, but secretly loved it. He might've been raised by wolves, you were sort of convinced he was, but the fact that he was trying was enough for you to want to do anything for him.

You bumped his fist back, trying to make yourself seem more enthusiastic than you really were, in some way you thought the act in and of itself was Ghost trying to do the same thing. It made things less scary than they were, and even though you were stuck in a nightmare last night, you wouldn't have wanted to be woken up to anything, or anybody, else.

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After getting dressed in clean, fresh clothes, that somehow smelled like Ghost, you made your way to the break room to grab your morning drink and hopefully get some answers about what you were even doing here.

To your surprise, everyone in the Task Force seemed extremely kind, so kind, in fact, that you thought something must be on your teeth or dirt on your clothes, and they're trying to make you feel better out of pity. But maybe that's just how they all are. Killers by night but sweethearts in the day.

You walked into the break room, the door squeaking upon entrance, and met face to chest with an extremely tall man. Looking up, you felt like you almost broke your neck just trying to make eye contact.

"Y/N, that's König, our best sniper," you heard Ghost get up from his seat and make his way over to you and the hooded beast standing in front of you.

"He's a bit shy, but he means good." Ghost said while patting König on his back, making him jump slightly. "Hello," you tried to say, making as small talk as possible. Not that you were scared, per say, but you wouldn't ever want to get on his bad side.

As König made his way past you and out of the break room, Ghost handed you a cup of hot coffee. "How did it stay hot this whole time?" You spoke, taking a long sip and closing your eyes at the warmth.

"Heated it up over the stove," he stopped to drink his, "It's better that way."

You pursed your lips together, humming in curiosity. "Hey, um, I had a few questions for you, or maybe someone else."

Ghost's eyebrows shot up through his mask, and he turned to lead you to a small, round table. "Ask away."

Clearing your throat, you were slightly nervous. This wasn't a parent-teacher conference, or a job interview. You were about to ask questions regarding the military, regarding your father. It was a big deal.

"Well, I remember you mentioning that Price, your captain, told you that my father put him up to the job of finding me," you began, rubbing a finger on the cold table.

"Yes, that's correct." Ghost said assertively. He was serious when it came to business matters, or maybe he was just serious when it came to you.

You scooted in, nervously placing your hands underneath your thighs. "Well, the strange thing is, I haven't spoken to my father in ye-"

All the sudden, the lights flicked off, and there were multiple gunshots from outside the break room.

"Y/N, get down." His voice was deep, quiet so that only you could hear it. You dove underneath the table, wrapping one of your hands around the leg. Ghosts' gun cocked as he walked up to the door stealthily. He opened it on his brain's command, perfect timing, always. Watching him walk out was like watching someone walk into a burning house. There was fire everywhere, bullets flying across the width of the door, passing him by just an inch every time.

"Ghost!" You screamed, making him turn around immediately. He walked in, shut the door, and threw the table off of you, picking you up into his arms. Just like he carried you to your room the night before, he ran you into the nearest closet and pressed you against the wall. You felt brooms and brushes poking your back, and they dug deeper as Ghost entered the small closet, closing the door behind him and caging himself around you, hands on both sides of your head.

He tore off his mask and slid it on your face, as a way to conceal you better. The smell of him was all you could think about, it surrounded every inch of you. "Please stay quiet." He whispered right next to your ear, making you involuntarily shiver. You nodded, and the only reason you could do that instead of responding with words was because he was so close, he could feel you nodding against his body.

He stayed like that, hovering only a few centimeters above you, chest flat against yours, until the gunshots stopped. What confused you the most was that he stayed with you, he didn't go out to kill all of the people who were trying to kill him. He was protecting you, back faced to the door, ready to give up his life for you.

You looked up into his eyes, and waited until he looked down into yours. They were careful, maybe scared, trying to find something to calm him down. Searching for something in yours to tell him that you're still here, and you're okay.

"I think it's safe to go out, Ghost." You whispered, scared to speak any louder. Not because of safety reasons, but because your personal bodyguard looked like anything above a whisper would make his head explode.

He removed his hands from the wall behind you, but gently put them back after a second and looked you in the eyes. "About your father, I know what you were about to say. And I know, you haven't seen him in years and it's impossible that he would even know where you are, s how-"

"Wait, so you knew about all of this?" You interrupted, slightly pushing Ghost away with a hand on his chest.

"Yes- well, it was a theory."

You weren't sure how to feel. If he had known, why wasn't he fixing it? Was he talking to people? Making sure you were safe?

"Well? Did you find anything out? Is it really just a theory or do you have information?" You crossed your arms across your chest, and popped a hip out, accidently landing a foot directly on top of his.

He smiled, "Easy, tiger," he kicked your foot off of his playfully and placed a boot on your sneaker. "I'm working on it."

"What does 'working on it' mean?" You pursed your lips together and raised your eyebrows, waiting for his response.

His hands left he wall for good, and he started to walk out when you realized the entire troop was out in the break room, congregating around a table and pointing at a digital map. You pulled Ghost back inside by his wrist, "What are you doing! They're gonna think we were up to something!"

He picked you up again while you were still mid-protest and kicked open the closet door, carrying you bridal-style into the break room.

"Well, well, well. Congratulations to the happy couple!" A Scottish man spoke, and you recognized him as the reckless driver from the night before. Soap, was it?

"Thank you, thank you, we're going to Hawaii for our honeymoon actually," Ghost said as he didn't even stop to talk to the rest of his team, and you slapped his chest for his comment. A few of the guys laughed, some just stared and smiled. As Ghost carried you out of the room, he set you down gently a few feet outside of the door into the main hallway of the base.

"Meet me in my room later tonight, say around, 10?"

You gasped, putting a hand over his mouth and looking around to make sure no one heard him. "Are you insane? Why in the world would I do that?" Your words indicated that you were fed up with everything about this man, but the smile on your face said otherwise. You were excited, exhilarated at the thought of sneaking out. You felt like a teenager again, like a little kid "escaping" from your mother when you see an old friend from across the grocery store.

"You want information, don't ya?" He said slyly. His British accent was always strong, but the Manchester in him really came out when he was shamelessly flirting with you.

You clicked your tongue a few times, "That's true, I suppose."

"Well, I suppose I'll be seeing you at 10 PM tonight." Ghost started to walk away, towards a meeting or a training session, you were sure.

"Isn't that awfully late?" You yelled to his back, taking a few small steps after him.

"You'd be there 'till around that time anyway, wouldn't ya?" He said from over his shoulder, and your cheeks flushed with hot fire. Your mouth opened, but you found no response to the statement that you knew was absolutely true.

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Antics After Dark

~You and Tam are at Foxfire for late-night shadowflux training with Lady Zillah, back to your usual hall-roaming shenanigans. Though, you can’t help but notice Tam seems to feel a bit differently.

{Reader is: relatively neutral; a Shade; shorter than Tam; implied to be from Forbidden Cities. {Timeline: when Sophie and Fitz are in the Healing Center after Umber’s attack

{Tropes: friends to lovers, mutual pining, confession, training tension {Warnings: kissing, some swearing, mentions of violence (from the Neverseen), mentions of Reader having a scar from a previous fight, slightest bit of angst

{Word Count: 2195

“[Y/N], I’m serious!” Tam’s face betrayed his words, whitened teeth breaking out into a smile, a shine of mischief and maybe something else in his silvery eyes—a look that you could’ve sworn added another thousand years to your indefinite Elvin life. “Lady Zillah might actually get upset this time.”

“Come on, Tam,” you pleaded, tugging his sleeve gently. “We’re technically not doing anything wrong. As long as we find some shadowflux before we come back, we’re fulfilling our training —this is just a little… detour.”

The two of you have once again been sent out to seek the most potent patches of shadow in Foxfire’s halls, needing to further familiarize yourselves with using the unruly element of shadowflux. As a cure for the boredom and tiredness of late nights on campus, you two have gotten into a routine of wandering a little on your own — occasionally finding your way into the teacher’s lounge and accidentally snatching a few snacks.

“Little? We took well over twenty minutes last time.” The boy shoved his hands into his pockets, squaring his jaw in resistance to the smile tugging at his lips.

“Okay, well, we won’t get lost this time,” you said, though you knew it was basically guaranteed with the sheer size of the school.

Tam raised an eyebrow. “You say that every time.” He closed his eyes, letting out a short sigh. “With everything happening, we need to focus more than ever. We’re the only people in the group who might have a damn chance against the Neverseen’s Shade, I just don’t feel like we should be messing around.” The boy’s eyes met yours again, and you could see the sincerity in his gaze—something rare for him. However, there was something else there too.

You sucked in a breath. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

“I- nothing’s wrong, I just thing we need to start taking this seriously.” Tam ran his hand through his black hair, his bangs falling back into his eyes.

“Are you hearing yourself?” You crossed your arms. “In the almost two years I’ve known you, you’ve barely ever cared about taking shit seriously. Something else is going on with you.”

He broke eye contact, glancing to the side. “I don’t know, I guess I’m just sick of watching everybody get hurt,” he conceded, his voice lowered to a softer tone. He didn’t meet your eyes, his stare locked on the ground. A few seconds of a tense silence passed. “And anyway, the less time we waste here, the faster we can both leap home and get some rest, yeah?”

“I don’t rest anymore, Tam. I’ve been perpetually exhausted for weeks. I hardly ever sleep these days, and I know you don’t either.” Your voice was strained, and your nails dug into the fabric of you cape. Before he could respond, you kept going. “You think I’m not taking this seriously? I’ve been taking this seriously for over two years, since I got into this in the first place. The Neverseen is screwing us all over, and fifteen minutes running around instead of looking for an element that hardly listens to us anyway isn’t going to change that.” You took a few shaky breaths, heat rushing to your face in realization of what you’d just said, how immature it must have sounded. “Forget it. You’re probably right. We need to focus now more than ever, I don’t know what I was thinking. We’ve found enough shadowflux, we should head back—”

“Don’t,” Tam cut you off, stepping forward. His silver-blue eyes scanned your face, landing on the dim bags beneath your own. “Lady Zillah can wait like every other night. Come on, you need this.”

You hesitated, resting your own hand atop the one holding your arm. “Tam, you don’t have to do this, I know you really want to stay on track.”

The boy turned to face you, loosening his grasp ever so slightly. “I want to do this. You’re right, we deserve a little fun.” Leaving you no time to protest, he grabbed your wrist gently and nodded down the hall. “I’m pretty sure there were some extra Mooncakes in the Mentors’ Lounge.”

He knew the pastry was irresistible to you, one of your favorite elvin foods. With a sigh, you agreed.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “We’ll be back on task in fifteen, promise.”

Tam grinned as he practically dragged you forward, your stumbling footsteps and soft giggles echoing down the maze of halls.

“Damn, that was so worth it.” Tam closed his eyes, swallowing his last bite. “I don’t know why I thought of skipping this.”

You covered your mouth as you laughed, walking alongside him in the dim hallway. “I’m sorry I was kind of selfish back there. I guess I was just tired of… well, everything that’s been going on, really. Just wanted to get away from it all for a little, ya’ know?”

“It’s not selfish to need a break every once in a while. You’ve risked life and death for everybody on this team, you deserve a breather. And maybe a snack.” He glanced down at you, nudging your side gently. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked a bit closer. “Wait.”

“Hm?” Your body went tense as he brought his hand to your face, quickly brushing a crumb off of your lip with a swipe of his thumb. He paused, your eyes meeting for a few heartbeats. “Uh… thanks,” you mumbled, releasing a breath at the absence of his touch.

“Mhm,” he hummed. Though the lighting made it hard to tell, you swore you could see a hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

The two of you walked slower in a comfortable silence, content to just be in each other’s presence for a little while. It was another few minutes before Tam spoke up again. “And I’m sorry I’ve seemed so tense lately. I’m just sick of everybody getting hurt. ‘m sick of watching you guilt yourself for being ruthless in training, then going off and nearly sacrificing yourself at every chance you get when the Neverseen show up…” The boy trailed off as his gaze made its way to your shoulder.

It was hidden by your tunic, but you knew he was looking at the scar left when you hit the ground during the Neverseen’s last run-in. You couldn’t help but grimace at the reminder, the bruised spot on your arm still slightly aching. The mark might never fade. “Is that what this is about? Tam, I’m fine. Stop worrying about me.”

“You know I can’t do that,” Tam whispered, so softly it’s a wonder you caught it. “You know I can’t stop worrying about you, because I can’t stop thinking about you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth like a bullet train, his face going scarlet as he seemed to realize what he’d just said. Both of you slowed to a halt in your steps. “I-I’m sorry, that just came out… I—”

“Tam.” You turned to look up at him. “I know,” you whispered.

Tam swallowed, nodding hesitantly. He pivoted to face you. “Then, can I…?” His voice lowered to a near-whisper, his tone laced with… vulnerability. “I’ve wanted to tell you, like, forever, but there was just never a good time, and…” His eyes met yours, and for a moment, all his words faded away.

You nodded, wringing your hands. “You can tell me now. I’m listening.”

The boy took a cautious step forward, as if he was testing whether you’d move away. When you didn’t, he stepped closer, taking both your hands in his. “Okay. Then… I’m just gonna leave everything here.

“I’d run around these halls every night with you to see you happy for a few minutes; I volunteer to spar with you all the time just for how damn proud you look when you improve, when you pin me like it’s nothing; I could listen to you go on about your favorite human thing for days.”

Your eyes locked with his, and your heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his silver-blue stare.

“I’m praying on all I have that I’m not misreading this, but I swear there’s something in the way you look at me, too.”

He wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t help it. No matter how attractive elves were as a whole, you’d never get used to just how pretty this boy was.

“I know it’s stupid, I know we have bigger problems — but I don’t care. I look at you, and you’re all that’s happening. I really like you, [Y/N]; and I’m sorry if that makes our friendship awkward, but I don’t want to just be friends.” Tam’s voice had a slight rasp to it, a crack in the crystal, showing he was far more scared about this than he wanted you to believe.

You looked down at where his hands held yours. Heat ran down your neck, and you attempted to will away the anxious sweat. “I… like you, too.” Your voice came out shakier than you would’ve liked.

He let out a breath, his eyes seeming almost dazed. “Okay… okay. That’s good. That’s…okay, yeah.” He laughed softly, a nervous sound. “I honestly didn’t plan to get this far.”

A smile pushed its way through your teeth as you listened to his hesitant words. You ran your thumbs gently over the back of his hands.

“Can I try something? I mean, you can say no, I just–”

“Of course,” you cut him off, your voice soft, but more sure of yourself.

He blinked — once, twice — as if processing your consent. “Oh. ‘Kay, great. Um…” Screw it. He finally decided to desert any attempt for words, letting impulse take the lead as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

It was gentle, soft; but you could feel the wall of emotion behind each careful movement. His hands let go of yours, coming to rest at your waist. You grazed his cheek with your knuckles, part of you almost scared to make any drastic movements, scared this would all shatter if you held on too tightly. It was a short kiss — over too quickly. You gasped as he pulled away, cold air meeting your lips and snapping you back to reality.

“Was that okay?” Tam whispered, his tone growing in confidence. His eyes sparkled, his chest rising and falling with each slow intake of air. A smirk tugged at the side of his mouth as he scanned over your face.

“Yes, yeah, that was… amazing.” Your face was still warm from the contact, heart pounding in your chest with the thrill. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Fuck, yes.” His face reddened as the words fell from his lips, dripping with desperation. “I mean… sure, if- if you want…” He glanced away, silver bangs falling just over his eyes.

The eagerness caught you a little off guard coming from him, but you happily took the invitation. You placed your thumb on his jaw, turning his head back to look at you. Arms coming up to wrap around his neck, you pulled him down into another kiss.

His arms snaked further around your waist, tugging you closer with a sort of urgency he’d never shown before. Before you could register the movement, you felt the chill of smooth metal through your tunic; your back was to the lockers, one of Tam’s forearms beside your head, caging you in. The other remained just above your hip, fingertips trailing lazily along your back.

You pulled away for a moment of air —

“Tam! [Y/N]!” Linh’s voice echoed down the hall. “You guys done yet? Lady Zillah said it’s been more than enough time to work with whatever you’ve found,” she called. Her voice sounded relatively far away, but if she was shouting distance, you didn’t have much time.

“Right,” Tam muttered, stepping back with a shuddering breath. “Almost forgot what we were here for.”

You took a few deep breaths to catch yourself, but you could still feel heat rise to your face when you looked at him again. “So… what now?” you whispered, smoothing out your top and hair.

“Can I be yours?” he said abruptly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Your boyfriend, your partner, whatever you want to call me, just yours. It won’t interfere with beating the Neverseen. We won’t get sidetracked, and we don’t have to worry about the Neverseen using us against each other, ‘cause they’re after us already either way. Besides, neither of us have ever cared about the stupid Match anyway.”

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate in your answer, a laugh of disbelief shaking your shoulders as you took in the boy before you. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Tam smiled, and in that moment, it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. Without another word, he leaned forward, giving you a soft peck on the nose. “Well, that’s settled. Come on,” he beckoned, “before Lady Z yells at us again.”

Your fingers linked with his, your heart synced to your echoing steps as you strode back down the hall.

For the first time in weeks, you slept through the night.

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