#once i got to read the whole text i saw that he was passing it off to a coworker so I'd still be he able to complete the sale today

[milla-frenchy]

Harry

502 words | Harry Castillo x fem reader | ao3 | Masterlist Summary: you meet the perfect guy, and things become intimate Warnings: 18+ mdni. Meet cute, f!oral (Harry eats it from the back), rimming, anal play, praise kink, piv. No age specified 

a/n: drabble for the trope search @jolacheese (anal play) Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for being my sweetheart, and for beta-ing me💕🫶 dividers @/saradika-graphics 🙏

The first time you saw him, it was at the Tribeca Film Festival. You were there for business. He was wearing a black suit, an emerald ring shining around his finger. You smiled at each other.

The second time, you were reading a book on a bench, in a park. He was jogging. You smiled again when he passed by you.

The third time was in a restaurant.

“Third time we meet,” he said, eyes so soft you wished you could drown in them. “That's a sign, isn't it?”  He gave you his card, told you to call or text him if you wished. Harry Castillo.

Your first date was in a restaurant.

His brown eyes were beautiful, his smile devastating. Wearing a black sweater and pants, all casual but the clothes were fitting his body perfectly. He invited you for a nightcap, and pressed you against the wall leading to his bedroom. When he kissed you, his hands roaming over your body so sensually, you knew you were screwed.

Several dates and weeks later, you were on your elbows and knees, ass tilted back in his $12 million penthouse, with the most beautiful view in front of you. But you didn't care about it. 

You couldn't think about anything else but his hands on your hips, and his cock pushing into your cunt. 

Once or twice, he pulled out and ate you from the back. Pussy first, his nose brushing against your ass so perfectly, his big hands keeping you open for him. 

Your ring, then. Making you stifle a cry into his satin sheets, as he lapped at it, softing its resistance. Then he darted at it with the tip of his tongue.

He straightened up and thrusted in again, slowly. Your wet, tight pussy was taking him perfectly, and little groans escaped his throat.

He wasn't in a rush. He loved to fuck you slowly, deeply. Loved to lean towards you, covering your back with his broad chest without leaving your heat. Seizing your chin with two fingers to kiss you. 

Loved to feed your cunt his whole length, again and again, his hands holding your hips as if they were molded for it. 

He slid his hand to your ass and spread your cheeks to reveal your tight ring, still glistening with his saliva. Brushed it with his middle finger, spreading the wetness a little, then replaced it with his thumb. He didn't push, at first. He just kept his finger there, feeling you throb under his skin.

He kept fucking you, slowly, deeply.

His knuckle slightly passed the barrier that was eager to let him in now.

“You're gonna come for me, baby?” he asked, his voice low and soft as velvet. “I can feel how much you love it, having my thumb right here, right where you need it.”

You whined, unable to answer. Your moans got weaker and weaker until you clenched on his shaft, listening to his praise.

Harry Castillo. 

Yeah, you were screwed.

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[corbinite]

Also also also

I was on my way to the car sales place

I've been scrambling all day getting all the documentation I need ready

Texting the car sales guy back and forth about what I need and the schedule of things

And then as I'm driving there

I get a text

"Sorry I just realized it's my wife's birthday I have to go"

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[takenbypeter]

<3

Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 682

A/N: Just a lil pure fluff for Bucky. I’m in my Bucky era again

You stared at your phone. Something was wrong. 

Right?

See you soon <3

You read the text again focusing on the heart at the end. This wasn’t him, right? It must’ve been somebody impersonating him.

You sat at the counter of your kitchen in thought with your phone laying screen up while your hands were interlaced pushed against your lips. 

You were starting to get worried. Should you call somebody, should you call Sam? No they were together, if someone got to him then someone got to Sam too. Your mind was racing in thought. The only thing that broke its focus was the sound of the front door unlocking. 

Your eyes darted to the sound as you grabbed a nearby knife. But the hammering in your heart stopped once you saw Bucky entering your apartment. 

You let out a sigh putting the knife down as he threw his duffel bag to the floor before looking at you for the first time. 

“Woah, is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine. I just thought something went wrong on the mission for a moment, that's all.”

He frowned, taking his shoes off and stepping closer. “I said I’d see you soon, why would anything be wrong?”

He planted a kiss on your cheek, passing by you to grab a plum from the fruit bowl. 

“I don’t know, I guess your message just threw me off.”

He let out a hmm, sort of in agreement. But that was it. 

“Well the ending was the part that really threw me off.”

He nodded again as if that was that. 

You were going to have to yank the bull harder to get the answer from him. 

“So yeah, what was up with that? That’s not like you?”

“What?”

You pick up your phone, “Bucky, come on…” he looked at you as if having no idea what you’re talking about, you had to fill in the answer for him to continue the conversation, “the heart at the end! You’ve never done that before.”

“Oh I just thought it was a nice thing,” he shrugged it off as if it was no big deal. 

“It is a nice thing, a really sweet nice thing but it’s just it’s so random, you know?”

Bucky sighed, “yeah I figured, you know I don’t tell you enough how much I care for you, so I figured I’d start doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Telling you I love you.”

Now that. That took you aback. 

“Huh? You don’t tell me how much you love me?”

“Yeah…it took me so long to say it and some guys were talking on the mission and it just made me realize that I don’t say it as much as I should.” He finally turned to you fully, “I’m sorry, I’ll say it more often from now on.”

You wave your hands in the air trying to shut down this whole claim of his, “stop just stop. You say it all the time. It might not be verbal but you say it in the little things; when you make dinner, when I fall asleep and you carry me to the bed, when you buy me something because it reminds you of me—that’s all you telling me you love me Buck. Come on now don’t be silly,” you continue, clearly upset that he would even accuse himself like this, “and you do tell me you love me, so whatever those guys said they can buzz off. If anything it’s not you who doesn’t say it enough it’s me who doesn’t say it enough, so Bucky,” you go to where he’s now seated on a stool and you put two hands to his cheek squishing them in the process, “I love you.”

Bucky’s stoic expression breaks in your hands, knowing you’re passionate about his feelings and that you just want him to know how good he is, “I love you too.”

You grin and kiss him chastely. “Now aside from that, the heart was a cute touch. I'm definitely screenshotting this.”

Bucky rolled his eyes while a smile continued to decorate his lips. 

[sudsnribbons]

My plus one | J.M

dbf!joel miller x f!reader

MDNI

Wordcount: 3,905

Summary: your no good boyfriend breaks up with you, right before your dads big promotion dinner, that you need a date to. of course. lucky for you, joel miller was quick to offer. anything for his buddie's little girl..right?

Warnings: big hefty age gap (reader is 19 & in her first year of college, joel is early 40s), SMUTT, no outbreak!, use of 'kiddo', dirtyoldman!joel, panty stealing (he a freak), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, use of petnames (sweetheart, darlin', ect.), (1) use of y/n, getting caught? lmk if i missed anything!

A/n: This is a long one, buckle up.. Hope you enjoy reading, as much as i did writing! <33

Two days before you were supposed to come home, for your dads big promotion dinner, bad news struck you.

In the form of a text message.

"this isn't working for me anymore, we're done."

Really? That was all the asshole could say?

"what about the dinner tyler?? tf am i supposed to do?"

"you'll figure it out."

Fuck him.

Whatever, it's not like you cared.

---

Despite not having a date, you decided to head back to Austin anyways. It was the promotion your dad had waited his whole career for.

The drive was a bit long from your college, but it lined up perfectly with the start of your spring break.

You got home around 7pm, your dad was on the porch having a beer with Joel.

Joel.

It had only been a few months since the last time you saw him, but god did he look handsome.

The amber glow of the porchlight projected on his hair, laced with silver streaks.

"Hey sweetheart, you're early.." your dad muttered out to you, placing his beer on the table between him and joel.

"Yeah I just couldn't wait until tomorrow." you smiled warmly at the man, as he embraced you in a hug.

Smiling over his shoulder to the man babysitting his miller lite.

Ironic.

"Good to see you kiddo.." he said, quietly. almost like he didn't trust his voice.

Weird.

"Good to see you too mr. Miller.", you pulled away from your dad, now facing the older man. he nodded, taking another sip of his beer. "How's sarah?" you questioned.

"Busy.. y'know how that girl is." he smiled. the corners of his mouth turned up, and wrinkled a bit with his smile lines.

You nodded in understanding. deciding it was getting a little late and you wanted to shower and unpack before you went to bed.

You drag the heavy suitcase up the stairs, its wheels hitting the wood every few steps. Turning the knob and opening the door to your bedroom, you sit the suitcase down on your bed and unzip it. Grabbing an old hoodie, underwear, and pair of shorts for after your shower.

Socked feet patter down the hallway as you make your way to the bathroom, passing your mothers room and noticing her at her vanity.

"Hey sweetheart, when did you get here?" she asked, as she slid out from the seat. standing up to give you a hug. "Maybe like 20 minutes ago?" you said, over her shoulder, honestly forgetting.

She nodded and began, "So when is Tyler coming in? The dinner is in two days sweetheart." your heart kinda sunk at the mention of his name. "Oh uhm-" you didn't know how to tell her. "We broke up." you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and stared at the floor. "Oh honey are you okay?" she asked, going in for a hug once again, you declined. "Yeah mom I'm alright." she smiled at you, sad for you. "What are you going to do about the dinner?" she asked. "I'm actually not sure, I'll figure it out." she nodded her head. "I'm gonna shower, it's getting late." she agreed, and you continued to the bathroom.

Latching the door behind you, you turned the dial on the shower and let the water heat up. Steam covered the mirror and dripped down in condensation. Shedding the clothes off from the drive, you stepped under the water and sighed at the feeling of warmth embracing you.

45 minutes later, you stepped out of the shower. Skin radiating steam from the heat of the water. You grabbed a white fluffy towel and wrapped it around your body. Drying off and getting dressed, you walked down the hallway and to your room. Moving the suitcase off the bed, and untucking the comforter from the sheets. Sliding your body between the mattress and comforter you plugged in your phone and went to sleep.

--

You woke up around 8am, to the all too familiar smell of breakfast. Yawning, you grabbed your phone, slipping it into the front pocket of your hoodie. Slowly making your way down the stairs, you lock eyes with-

No.

Oh my god no.

Joel.

Joel Miller.

In your kitchen.

All the while you looked like you just rolled out of bed.

Well in your defense-

Your internal voice was cut off by his gruff one.

"Morning' kiddo." he said nonchalantly, taking a bite of bacon. "Morning?" you said confused, looking between your parents as you sat down at the table. "Honey, I was just telling your father about Tyler.." your mom started and you groaned, "Mom I don't want to talk about this right now." she shushed you, filling up your glass with orange juice from the pitcher. "No, now just listen." she tried again, your father and Joel sitting in silence. Taking a sip from your glass, you listened. "Joel doesn't have a date either.. he so kindly offered to take you!" she said smiling, taking a scoop of eggs from the pan before handing the plate to you and sitting down. You almost choked. "I'm sorry what?"  you felt like you could die from embarrassment, this can't be happening. "As a friend of course." Joel chimed in, your dad nodded. "He's just helpin' out your old man." your dad smiled towards you. "Right." you forced a bite of eggs down. Joel silently ate his breakfast as your mom began to speak once more, "now I know you probably don't have a dress yet, so we are going to head into town after breakfast to find you something nice." you nodded, taking another sip of orange juice.

God, I wish this was a mimosa.

--

You opted for a simple outfit to shop. needing something easy to change in and out of, all the while beating the Texas heat. Brushing your hair and putting a pair of sunglasses on your head. Simple makeup, fearing anything more would melt right off. Slipping on your birkenstocks, you walked down the stairs and to your mother who was ready at the door.

--

You went to every boutique your mother could drag you into. Dressing you up like a Barbie doll. After what felt like 50 dresses you tried on, you pulled back the curtain to show your mother. "This is the one, you look gorgeous sweetheart." you smiled at your mother, and turned to the mirror to admire the dress. It was black, about ankle length that hugged your body perfectly. The top dipped down enough to show a little cleavage, but still classy. You nodded towards your mother and went to get changed.

You bought a pair of black heels to compliment. opting to match, instead of drawing away from the dress.

Your mother offered to buy lunch, which you accepted kindly. Stopping in at your favorite local spot and ordering a turkey sandwich.

The car pulled into the driveway around 2:30. Opening the door to get out. Then pulling the dress out, that was wrapped in a white dress bag.

"Did you find one honey?" your father asked as you set down the keys on the table. "She did but you have to wait until tomorrow night to see it." she smiled at your father and you walked upstairs to hang the dress up.

--

"you really don't have to do this mr. miller." you typed out to him. As much as you wanted this, you didn't want him to see you like a chore.

"Joel." he corrected. "And I offered, didn't I?" he replied.

"yeah you did. joel." you smiled and typed back.

Your heart pounded as you saw the three dots on the screen, waiting for his reply.

"i'll see you at 7 tomorrow night sweetheart."

You hearted his message.

God I hope that wasn't too forward.

Unhearting his message, you went downstairs to help prep for dinner.

--

Snoozing the first few alarms, you finally got up around 1pm. "Shit." you muttered out, not meaning to sleep in so late.

Opting for a quick breakfast, lunch. You ate a greek yogurt cup topped with granola and a few strawberries.

You got in the shower around two. You decided to take an everything shower, I mean anything could happen... right?

Getting out around 3pm, you blow dried your hair. Sitting down at your vanity, you curl and roll your hair, wanting a blowout look.

That took about 30 minutes. You didn't want to go too crazy with your makeup, but still enough to compliment your dress. You went for a black and dark brown smokey eye look, with thin eyeliner and big lashes.

You got done with your makeup at 5:30. You have an hour and a half before Joel arrives.

Walking down the hallway, hair still in rollers, in a full face of makeup, tank top and sweatpants from earlier. "You look so pretty sugar." your mother compliments. She was dressed in a navy blue dress, a little looser than yours but overall gorgeous. "Thank you momma.." you smiled back at the woman, "So do you." she smiled and your father came out with a tie in hand, he never could tie one by himself. "Still can't tie it?" you teased the man as he handed the silk to your mother who quickly helped him. "What would I do without you baby?" he questioned your mother, kissing her lips. "You'd be lost." she teased back, "Damn right." he looked at her with so much love as he combed his hair. "We are leaving soon." your dad said, turning to you. "I thought it started at 7?" you questioned. he nodded, "Yes sweetheart but I have to be there early. Have to make a good impression." he replied. "Joel will be here around 6:30.. You should put your dress on." your mother muttered. "Yeah that's what I was gonna ask, I need you to zip me up." the older woman nodded.

You walked down the hallway and into your room. Unzipping the bag and pulling out the dress. You slid the dress pooling at your feet, up your body and tucking your arms into the straps. You waddled from your room to your mothers to get her help zipping you up. you thanked her and hurried back to your room to undo the rollers that have been sitting in your hair. "Perfect." you smiled, satisfied with how they turned out. Taking your shoes from the box, you slid them on. Taking a once over of yourself in the mirror. Grabbing your clutch and phone, spritzing yourself with perfume before walking down the stairs. As soon as you reached the bottom the doorbell rang.

Perfect timing.

Your manicured hand wrapped around the silver door knob and twisted, the door opening to reveal a handsome older man. "Joel." you muttered.

He was dressed in a tux, you've never seen him so put together. His beautiful eyes went wide, looking you up and down. Clearing his throat, "You look beautiful kiddo." you smiled at the man, "Thank you.. shall we?" you asked and he nodded, shutting and locking the door behind you.

He opened the passenger door to his truck. God did he have to be a gentleman too?

Tucking your legs in, he shut the door behind you, rounding the hood of the car and joining you in the bench seat.

The car ride was silent. Stolen glances every once in a while. Pulling up to the venue, you sighed to yourself. Feeling some relief of the tension in the truck.

He opened your door and helped you out, placing his hand modestly on the small of your back.

You wished he let his hand roam a little lower, just for a moment.

With your arms linked, you entered the ballroom. Beautifully decorated for the occasion. your mother was the first to come up to you. "Oh my sweet girl you look beautiful." your mother kissed your cheek and turned to joel. "You don't clean up too bad Miller." she teased the man. "Thank ya ma'am." God that southern drawl..

The dinner lasted about 2 hours, your feet killing you. Damn those heels.

Your mother and father held back a bit, soaking up the congratulations from his new role in the company.

"Are you ready to head home sweetheart? gettin' late." Joel asked, you nodded standing up from the table.

Your heels clicked against the pavement as the two of you walked back to his truck. Sliding off those cursed heels as soon as the door closed, you relaxed against the seat, taking a deep breath.

Joel buckled in and looked over to you, his restraint was tested more and more with each rise and fall of your chest, "Got a starin' problem miller." his heart dropped as you muttered out, raising your head to look over at the man starting his truck. "Don't know what youre talkin' about kid." he said under his breath, knuckles white gripping on the wheel.

As he pulled out of the parking lot you had decided to test him, "Oh but I think I do...Mr. Miller" you teased. You wanted a reaction, something, anything. "That's enough." he muttered, eyes locked onto the road. You pulled your hair to one side of your neck, leaving your collarbone and dainty necklace on display. The necklace curving right at the dip of your cleavage.

You wanted him to break. lose control. You wanted him. "See, I just don't think it's enough Miller." you pressed the matter further, voice softening with his name on your tongue, "I think there's a reason you offered to take me Joel.." you turned towards him in the bench seat.

"Just helpin' a friend sweetheart.." he almost whispered out, trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you. The bench seat gave you more room to.. explore.

Sliding your foot over to his lap, tracing up and down his thigh. You could have sworn you saw the start of an outline in his pants. "Knock it off.." he tried, not really though. He didn't want you to stop.

You continued tracing his thigh, heel of your foot dipping down to the zipper of his dress pants. His restraint snapped like a cheap rubber band. His thick fingers wrapped around your ankle, "You tryna' get us killed girl?" he questioned, His face illuminated with the red from the stoplight. Looking down at his hold on your ankle, and the bulge underneath it.

Your breath got heavy, as he looked at you with those dark brown eyes, "Joel." you squealed out, like a mouse caught by a cat. Your body tensed under his touch. "Not so bold now sweetheart.. What happened?" he questioned, toying with you.

His fingers traced your ankle, and up your calf. Stopping at the bed of your knee. "Please.." you whispered out. "Please what darlin'?" he asked. He knew what you wanted, but Joel was the kinda man who needed to hear you say it. you shyed a bit, face flushing red. "Don't make me say it joel." you begged. He just laughed.

The fucker laughed at you.

Pulling over on the side of a back road, he turned to you. "Can't give ya what y'want if you don't tell me sweetheart." he traced up your leg, higher this time. Feeling your thigh under your dress. "Y-You joel." your voice failed you, stuttering from nervousness. "Me? Well y'got me darlin'. What d'ya want me for?" he asked, teasing you again. He wasn't gonna let you off that easily.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you scooted closer to the man. legs in his lap fully now. Hardness pressing against the bend of your knee. "Need you to touch me Miller.." you sighed out breathlessly. "There we go honey.. Wasn't that hard, was it now?" he smiled satisfied with your answer. You whimpered out frustrated. You needed him to do something.. anything. "What would yer daddy think of you all whiney for me in my truck huh?" he asked, clearly getting off on how squirmy he was making you, "Those college boys not do it for ya sweetheart?" you shook your head, "Need you Joel.." he snickers, "I know yer always needin' somethin' ain't ya?" he questioned rhetorically.

He bunched up your dress, you lifted your hips so he could get it to your waist. "Soaked for me darlin'" he laughs, pressing a thick finger to the wet patch on your underwear. You whined and bucked your hips, "Joel quit teasin'.." you begged. "Ah ah who's in charge here baby?" he asked, "You Joel.." he smiled pleased at you a wreck for him already. "Atta girl." he hooked his fingers in the elastic waistband of your underwear, sliding them down your legs and past your ankles. He reached over you, opening his glove box, throwing the pair in and shutting it back. "Don't need those, do ya sweetheart?" he asked and you were quick to shake your head.

Dirty old man.

Yet here you are absolutely soaked for said 'dirty old man'.

His thick finger traced your slit, teasing you. Your hips bucked again searching for friction. Joel was quick to correct you, using his hand on your stomach to hold you down. "Now you take what I give ya or yer gettin' nothin' t'all" he muttered out with dark eyes. You nodded.

His finger dipped past your folds and into you. "Oh god joel." you whined out, still under his hold. "Barely touched ya and yer goin' crazy.." he trailed off, "What 'm i gonna do with ya huh?" he questioned, but before you could answer he added another finger. Stretching you out deliciously. "C'mon sweetheart if you can't take this you sure as hell ain't gonna be able to take me.." he said cockily, replying to your moans.

His fingers pumped in and out, curling in, like he knew your body better than you did.

Sure as hell felt like it.

"Close Joel.." was all you could manage to get out. That band in your belly wound tighter and tighter with each thrust of his hand. "C'mon baby girl let go f'me." he said, leaning over you to kiss down your neck.

That was all it took.

Those words.

His mouth.

Your back arched off the red leather of the old pickup truck he's always driving. Chest heaving as you came down from one hell of a high.

A thin layer of sweat covered your body as you leaned your head up to look at the man between your legs. Smug as ever he locked gaze with your eyes, taking his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. His eyes rolled back as the sweet tang filled his mouth. "Taste like heaven sweetheart.." he wiped the saliva off his fingers and onto his dress pants.

You smiled up at the man, still drunk on the high you just came down from. "You think y'ready for me honey?" he asked as he unbuckled his belt, throwing it down to the floorboard. You nodded, wanting nothing more than to feel him. For real this time.

"Words baby.." he teased, "Yes! please God." you whined out, "M'name ain't God.." he joked.

Smug son of a bitch.

He pushed down his black slacks, his boxers following suit. His cock sprung out, and your eyes went wide. "You flatter me sweetheart." he chuckles, undoing his tie and discarding it to the floorboard.

"Shit." his face dropped when he realized, "I don't have a condom." he looked down at you, still catching your breath. "Don't care.. m'clean.." he shook his head, "Y'sure bout' this?" he questioned. "Can't come back from this sugar.." he tried again but you didn't care.

You wanted this. Wanted him.

"Fuck me already Miller." you managed to get out, and he just laughed. "Ain't nothin' but trouble.." he sighed out, pushing the head of his cock between your folds. You gasped out as he began to slide into you.

"F-Fuck Joel.." you cried out, slumping against the door of his truck, "You can take it baby I'm right here.. trust me." you swallowed hard at his words, burying himself into you, fully to the hilt. He gave you a minute to adjust.  "You can move.." you whimpered and he took the green light to slowly pull out almost all the way, before plunging right back in.

"S'dirty for wantin' this trouble.." he used that nickname again. Your back arched with every thrust. "Wantin' yer old man's best friend like this.." he rubbed it in more, like salt in a wound.

You did feel guilty..

But more so, of the effect his words were having on you.

His dirty words went straight to your core, winding that band tighter and tighter..

"Joel.." you whined, all this becoming too much.. you couldn't last much longer. "I know baby I know.." he teased.. picking up the pace a bit. Your eyes started to roll back in your head, and you were clenching harder and harder.. He leaned down, taking your neck in his hold and pulling you to him. Pressing his lips to yours.

He grunted through the kiss, your moans mixing in. pulling back from the kiss he picked up the pace once more, "C'mon trouble give me one more.." he asked, and you obeyed. Almost as quickly as he asked, you delivered. Back arching off the red leather again. White heat over taking your body. Thighs shaking as you came down. and Joel? he was fucking you through it. His body shuttered and you knew he couldn't last much longer.

"M'on the pill.." you muttered out, and that was all Joel needed to hear. With a few more thrusts he buried into one last time, releasing inside. Filling you up.

Sweat covered the both of you as he pulled out. The mixture of both his and your release pooling between your thighs. He reached in his floor, trying to find something to clean you up with.

Settling on his tie, he bunched the fabric and cleaned you up, throwing the soiled tie in the back seat. You tried to catch your breath, pulling your dress back down to your ankles and buckling up like nothing happened. Joel got situated and buckled, turning over the truck as you slipped your black heels back on.

You did not miss those. You thought as you picked up your phone from the floor. Heart dropping when you look at the time. 11:57pm "Shit." you muttered, dozens of missed calls from your parents you were too.. busy to hear. "Joel, I need to get home..now." you showed him your phone and he pulled out of the back road and onto the main one.

You finally got home at 12:20am..

Saying your goodbyes to Joel with a promise of this happening again. Smelling like sex, with your hair and dress a mess, you fished out your key from the small clutch you brought with you. You locked the door behind you, slipping off your shoes and taking them in one hand. Thinking you're out of the woods, you start to tiptoe up the stairs. When you are halfway to your room, the hallway light flickers on and you hear your mother, "Y/n?"

Fuck.

[harumasa-wifey]

➹Happy New Year»———>

✖Asaba Harumasa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight spoilers of chap 5(nothing major) Not proofread

Category: fluff

Note:i was inspired by the new official art and wrote this I was supposed to post it last night but I fell asleep while writing,Sorry for the wait.i cannot picture the accurate spot of this pic but I saw one in game I'll post a pic of it later for reference!

“Meet me behind the cafe in lumina square”

This was the last text you had received from him as you left Random play after meeting with the siblings to return the movie you had rented and wishing them a happy New year in advance.

It was New year's eve and thankfully to the deputy chief you all were out and about today. No fighting hollows , No overload paperwork and some extra which asaba adds to you sneakily because he is too lazy to do them.You love him a lot but you wish sometimes he would Stop adding his paperwork on your desk. It can be a great hassle to finish them in time.

Lumina square always makes every New Year a grand one and a beautiful one to look forward to. You made your way to the metro station hurriedly taking the last train of the hour to the lumina square after talking with Nicole and the others in the cunning hares. The metro was full of people like the elderly, the people with their family, the young highschool students and the couples.

The thought of how this year went passes through your mind. The whole incident with the vision cooperation and the chase in the hollow was stressful. Although it hasn't been completely disposed of, you all can rest easy for the holidays. It was thanks to all of the background support everyone made it safely in the end.

Your thoughts came to an end as the mic on the train announced its stop , you got off the train heading out the metro station into the bustling city of New Eridu. There were lights everywhere and it was more crowded than usual, but there was still one place left to visit before you went to meet him.

Meeting the person you love on new year's eve without a gift doesn't sound right to you so here you are.Standing outside the shop while having second thoughts on what to get him. You had made up your mind to feed him some delicious sweets that are being sold around this time of year even though he likes the bitterness now and is not bothered by it.Having something sweet every once a while would definitely not harm him.

As you look around and yellowish star keychain catches your eye with a little Clover inside. There was something that attracted you to it, so without thinking further you had made the purchase and had it warped in a box.

And your next stop was The cafe.

You had made your way over to the cafe with a little pubsec bangboo to help you cross the road. You re-read his message and made your way to the back of the cafe.

There he was standing while leaning against the palisade while holding a small wrapped box in his hand, his attention over to you as he heard your footsteps coming closer.

“Well look who finally decided to grace me with their presence.Took you long enough”

He spoke with a gentle smile on his face as you rushed over to him.

“I am sorry! I was at the Sixth street when I got your message”

He chuckled at her worries about being late.

“Calm down baby, I was just teasing. No need to rush i just got in myself”

You could hear the crowd hushed as the first firework arched into the velvety night sky as he extended his hand holding the gift box his yellow eyes shining in the lights whispering in a soft tone.

“Happy new year”

Your instinct told you to go and hug him so that's what you did, wrapping your arms around his neck particularly throwing yourself over him not to worry he will always there to catch you.

“Happy new year asaba,may we be together in the next one too”

“Don't worry I'll live long” He said locking his lips with yours into a kiss.

[ryewwww]

hi baby! i wanted to ask if you could do a yandere!eren x virgin!naive!reader? like, the reader is very naive and kind and she loves eren a lot, and eren becomes very possessive and obsessive over her? can it be nsfw with soft slapping, noncon, and praise while also degrading her? thank you <3

- hihi! I hope this is okay :)

⚠️: NONCON, slapping, degradation, praising, loss of virginity, jealous!eren

Read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your media consumption

Eren had never seen someone as sweet as you—so soft, so innocent.

You had just moved to town, wide-eyed and unsure, making you an easy target.

He noticed right away how shy you were, always avoiding direct eye contact, fumbling over your words.

The way you dressed made it even worse for him. The flowy sundresses, soft pastel skirts, all delicate and feminine.

You were exactly the kind of girl he could break, and that thought excited him.

He spent a week watching you, studying the way you carried yourself, how you interacted with people (or rather, how you struggled to).

Then, he made his move, smooth, charming, effortless.

His flirting had you melting, cheeks warm, voice small. You were too sweet for your own good.

At first, he thought it was just lust—he’d fuck you once and get you out of his system.

But then he saw how easily you clung to him, how much you wanted him, and it made him hungry for more.

Getting your number was effortless. One conversation, a soft smile from him, and you were handing it over like it was nothing.

“Wanna study together?” was all it took to get you alone.

Study dates turned into real dates.

You didn’t party, which meant he had to wait a little longer to get you in bed. But it’s fine, he liked the build-up.

He knew you were in deep. After three months, you were already looking at him like he was your whole world.

He had you wrapped around his finger, and you didn’t even realize it.

And when the moment finally came, when you shyly whispered that you wanted him. He didn’t hesitate.

You were nervous, trembling underneath him, completely untouched.

He made sure to whisper sweet things, how pretty you were, how good you were being for him.

But the moment he pushed in, he couldn’t help but laugh at your little whimper.

“So fucking tight. Saved yourself just for me, didn’t ya?”

You were struggling to take him, eyes glassy, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hushed you, cupping your cheek, murmuring praise but his hips didn’t slow down.

“Shh, baby, you can take it. Don’t cry now—you wanted this, remember?”

Soft slaps against your cheek whenever you tried to squirm away.

He kept you pinned, forced you to feel every inch.

“No one’s gonna fuck you better than me, baby. I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”

You were overwhelmed, overstimulated but fuck, Eren’s so hot, you couldn’t get enough.

And when he finally filled you, pressing deep inside, he grinned at the sight of your fucked-out expression.

“That’s it, baby. Good fucking girl.”

Once he finishes, Eren’s sense starts coming back

He pulled out with a satisfied sigh, barely sparing you a glance.

He cleaned himself up, then wiped you down carelessly

Handed you your clothes, barely looking at you. “Get dressed.”

The warmth was gone, replaced with indifference. You felt like you were nothing to him. And maybe you were.

The car ride home was silent, tense.

When he dropped you off, he didn’t wait for you to get inside, didn’t say a word, just drove off like it was any other night.

You cried yourself to sleep, heart aching, body sore, wondering what you did wrong.

The next day, you searched for him on campus, hoping for some kind of explanation.

But when you finally saw him, his eyes barely flickered in your direction.

Cold. Careless. Like you were a stranger.

You tried texting but got no response.

Calling him went straight to voicemail.

He got what he wanted, so why would he bother with you now?

Two months passed, and you forced yourself to move on, burying the hurt.

Eren should’ve been fine—he was fine.

Or at least, that’s what he told himself. But no matter how much time passed, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Your soft little whimpers, the way you trembled beneath him, the way you looked at him like he was everything.

He doesn’t want to admit it but he misses you. Misses you so fucking much that sometimes he’ll drive by your house to make sure you’re not with anyone else

It was hard to get a hold of you (without seeming like he’s trying too hard bc he has a massive ego lol) you weren’t around anymore. No classes together. No run-ins.

University was too big. The chances of seeing you again were slim.

That is, until one afternoon, when he walked into the library and froze.

You. Sitting beside some guy, leaning in close, brows furrowed as you worked on something together.

You looked focused, innocent, completely unaware of Eren’s presence

Jealousy burned in his chest. He didn’t like the sight at all.

But he didn’t make a scene. Instead, he watched, waited, planned.

Two hours later, you packed up, smiling politely as you waved goodbye to the guy.

You had no idea you were being followed.

The halls were quiet. It was nearing 6 PM, most students had already left.

As you walked down the empty corridor, a strong hand suddenly gripped your wrist.

Before you could scream, you were yanked into an empty conference room, door slamming shut behind you.

A hard body pressed against yours, a familiar scent filling your senses.

You struggle immediately, hands pushing at his chest, trying to twist out of his grip.

Eren shoves you against the table, pressing his body flush against yours, caging you in.

His voice is low, mocking, "Miss me, sweetheart?"

“N-no! Let me go!”

He slaps you when you try to protest. “Don’t start whining, now.”

He’s furious, but it comes out smooth, asks if you really thought you could just forget him, move on so easily.

Hands roaming, gripping your waist, your hips. He doesn’t give you a chance to run.

“That guy in the library—you let him touch you?” His jealousy is seething, fingers tightening.

Shoves a knee between your legs, forcing them apart.

You shake your head, stammering, but he’s already convinced himself that you were going to replace him.

"You let me take your virginity, and now you’re acting like some untouched little thing again?"

Yanks up your skirt, rips your underwear like it’s nothing.

“Bet you’ve been aching for this, huh? Acting all innocent, but you love it when I handle you like this. Stupid little thing. Such a fucking tease.”

He forces you onto the table, holding you down by the nape of your neck.

He pulls down his sweats, thrusting his hard length between your wet cunt and you whimper.

When he does thrust in, it’s with no mercy.

Overpowering, forceful—you’re gasping, crying, but he doesn’t stop.

More slaps, this time to your ass when you squirm too much. “Stay still, baby. I’ll make you feel good.”

He’s pulling your hair, softly slapping your face when you don’t answer his questions.

“Tell me. Were you whoring around for the last two months? So upset that I didn’t care for you so you spread your legs. Classic, sweetheart.”

His voice turns almost sweet, condescending. "Aw, you crying? Thought you wanted this.”

Doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied, grinding deep inside you, pressing a kiss to your trembling shoulder.

When he finally fills you up, he stays there, making sure you take every drop.

You’re breathless, laid on the table bare, pussy sore from taking the pounding.

Your skin gleamed in sweat and your thoughts were all over.

“Let’s go back to my place, yeah?”

[mirkoluvs]

★ GETTING INTO AN ARGUMENT WITH MHA CHARACTERS (PT. 2)

characters: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki

genre: comfort !!

notes: find part 1 here !! i’ve been busy with stuff, sorry for not getting this out sooner!

izuku midoriya

- a day had passed since he flipped out at you

- he knew he messed up but you were letting him know he messed up.

- every time he texted you he’d always end up being left on read or delivered.

- even at school when he tried to come up to you, you’d always end up running towards somebody else and joining into a conversation with them.

- he wasn’t going to give up until he finally talked to you and figured things out though

- which is how he ended up in front of your dorm room door at 9 pm at night.

izuku let out a nervous exhale before raising his fist to knock on your door. fighting his nerves, he shook his head and hit his fist against it gently. “coming!”, you chirped, pushing yourself out from your desk to answer the door. a faint smile arose on his face at the sound of your positive voice, but quickly got washed away by nerves once he saw the door begin to open. when you opened the door and saw izuku there, you rolled your eyes, beginning to shut the door, but you were quickly stopped by izuku shoving his foot into the space between the door, slipping his hand in as well so he had a hold on the door. “y/n, please talk to me”, he muttered, trying to look you in the eyes. “hasn’t enough been said? what happened to you and your “limits”?”, you sarcastically asked, putting emphasis on the limits part. he sighed, looking down at the ground. “listen, please. i really, really didn’t mean all of that. i was just so overwhelmed and exhausted but i know that doesn’t excuse me snapping on you like that. i don’t know where i’d be without you watching over me all the time”, he spoke, his voice was passionate and somewhat shaky. “i love you so much, y/n. i wouldn’t be where i am without you, and i’m so, so sorry for taking that all out on you”, he finished. only hearing silence back from you, he got nervous. slowly looking up, he was faced with the sight of you with tears glistening in your eyes. his eyes widened as he panicked. “oh no… i’m sorry, i’m sorry! was it something i said? shit-“, “no- no, you’re fine, zuku. this is perfect, actually. thank you”, you cut him off, a small tear falling down your face as you quickly wiped it away. izuku sighed as he pushed the door out of the way and pulled you into a hug. “i love you so much and i’m so sorry”, he told you again, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “it’s okay, i love you too”, you sighed, snuggling into his hold. “i thought you were gonna break up with me for a second…”, he confessed. you let out a laugh at this, causing him to laugh a bit as well. “i’d have to go crazy to break up with you”.

katsuki bakugo

- yeah… he was losing it 💀

- he expected you to get over the whole situation overnight and things would go back to normal the next day, but it was the complete opposite.

- you ignored him constantly throughout the entire day.

- even when he’d call out your name, you’d act like you didn’t hear anything.

- his final straw was when you tried to walk home without him.

- that’s when he snapped, he was tired of the hard feelings between you two and he couldn’t deal with it anymore, he wanted to fix it.

you felt a hold on your wrist that caused you let out a slight shriek, but you quickly calmed down when seeing who’s touch it was. of course, it was katsuki. “are we gonna talk about this or are you just gonna keep ignoring me?”, he asked, and surprisingly he seemed genuine too. “you made it known what place this relationship has in your life, i really don’t see what else there is to talk about”, you answered, your voice raw and harsh. he hated this side of you, and he hated being the reason for it. “i don’t- can you just listen to me?”, he somewhat begged, his voice quickly descending from annoyance to calmness. your eyes somewhat widened at his urgency. it wasn’t often that you saw him be so vulnerable in a sense, honestly you don’t ever recall seeing him like this. “i’m listening”, you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared at him, waiting to hear what he could possibly say. you had a hard time believing that he was actually about to take accountability for everything because based on previous events, he didn’t seem like the type to do so, ever. “ok… i know i fucked up. i’m not gonna stand here like a moron and act like there was a good reason for forgetting our anniversary because there wasn’t. i was just caught up with all my training that it slipped my mind, but i know that doesn’t make up for shit. and all those things i said last night, i didn’t mean it. any of it, i was being fuckin’ careless with my words. it wasn’t “just some anniversary”, it’s a big ass milestone, i know that and i wanna make it up to you. i treated you like straight shit and i regret it so, so bad. i… i’m sorry”, he spoke firmly, making sure you knew his words were genuine, and you definitely did. your eyes were blown open, shocked at the speech he just gave. you never thought you’d ever see him so apologetic or ever hear him say things like these. you could feel tears pricking your eyes, but you quickly pushed them away, letting out a soft giggle. he raised an eyebrow but quickly lost his composure when you jumped into his arms, holding onto him tightly. “t-thank you katsuki. this means the world to me, seriously. i forgive you”, you sniffled, hiding your face in his neck. he let out a chuckle, hugging you back. “yeah, yeah. and i’m serious ‘bout what i said, im gonna take my sweet girl on a proper anniversary date, alright?”, he smirked, rubbing your back. “yeah, that sounds perfect”.

shoto todoroki

- the difference between shoto and the other two is that he didn’t even wait till the next day to talk to you 😭

- he wanted to make things right between you two and fast, you knew how much he hated ending things on a bad note between you two.

- he made his way to your dorm, determined to gain your forgiveness

- it was when when he got to your dorm and heard sniffling from the outside, his heart ached. he knew how bad he messed up.

leaning against the door separating you from him, he heard soft sobs and sniffles, causing his heart to ache a bit. he never wanted to be the one responsible for your tears and sadness. he was meant to be the person to take that all away from you, but yet here he was, being the reason you were crying alone in a dark room late at night. he gently knocked against the door, and once he did the noises behind the door came to an immediate stop. “y/n, it’s me… can we talk?”, he asked, his fist still on the door as he waited for an answer. a few seconds went by, nothing. he knew you were in there, so he figured you were either ignoring him or just didn’t want to face him. “i know you’re in there, but i understand if you don’t want to talk to me right now… i’ll still say what i have to say anyway”, he started, clearing his throat. on the other side of the door, you were scooting closer to the door, wanting to hear what he had to say. you weren’t going to open the door, you couldn’t face him with how much of a mess you were in. you didn’t want him to see you in such a weak state because of him. “i’m so sorry for what i said earlier. i didn’t mean any of it. my father gave me a hard time when i visited and natsuo was also pushing it with him, it was just a mess. that’s why i was so upset, but that doesn’t matter anymore. i should’ve talked to you instead of holding it all in. it’s like you said, if i keep holding in all my problems, i’ll burst, and that’s what happened. you didn’t deserve that at all, and i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean any of it”, he confessed. he waited a couple moments, praying that you’d respond. when he heard nothing, he rested his forehead against the door, sighing. “i’m not leaving until i know you’re okay”, he muttered. little did he know on the other side of the door, you were tearing up all over again. you quickly stood up, unlocking the door and whipping it open as you jumped into his arms. he was startled but quickly wrapped his arms around you, sighing with relief. “i love you, sho… it’s all fine now, i forgive you”, you told him, your voice a bit shaky as you smiled, hiding you face in his neck. “i love you so much more”, he muttered. he took you out of his arms for a moment, taking your face into his hands. he let out a sad sigh at your bloodshot eyes and red nose, feeling so guilty. “i’m sorry, so sorry my love”, he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead. “it’s alright now, just promise me you’ll talk to me from now on, ‘kay?”, “i promise”.

© mirkoluvs. please do not copy, modify, or repost on other platforms. thank you !!

[fushiguruuzzzz]

Idk if your request are open BUT if they are

Could you do a Yuji x reader based on the song apple cider by beabadoobee 🤗🤗

APPLE CIDER | Y.ITADORI

Hunched over a pile of crumpled papers and markings of ink that screamed of your exhaustion, the minutes became irrelevant, blurring into seconds that passed all too slowly. The hour inched toward midnight, the clock ticking, every dull click a reminder that your days were lessening. With missing assignments and the crushing pressure of their value, one day meant a whole lot.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the vibrating of your phone against the solid, wooden desk.

Yuji, 11:47pm -> 7 unopened texts

Yuji, 11:49pm -> missed call

You felt something odd coil in your chest as you read the bolded name. Sweet and bitter all at once, like the acquired taste of apple cider—or maybe sour candy. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but you knew that it seemed to only grow with every beat.

You eyed the screen for a second, contemplating whether you’d open the notification or not. Either way a huff that seemed to rack through your whole body, you picked up the phone. As the FaceTime ringtone echoed through the room, you were suddenly hyperaware of your appearance. Your hair was sticking in all directions, and you were sure you’d never seen your face so sunken. Not like it mattered though, right? Yuji was your friend. You didn’t have to care about how you looked around him (that was even if he was the type to judge), because he was a friend. All was platonic, wasn’t it?

“Y/n,” he breathed. His voice was almost relieved as his face appeared on screen, your own disheveled figure shrinking into the corner.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling the hours spent running on determination catch up to you suddenly. “Yuji,” you replied. “Why are you calling me at this hour?”

“Why are you awake at this hour?” He quirked a brow, lips quirking up as if to tell you he knew he’d caught you.

You chuckled. “Touché.”

He grinned, crooked and boyish, but then it fell. It turned into something more serious, something timid in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. “That’s not what I wanted to talk about, though…”

Your brows furrowed, his almost uncertain expression making a mix of curiosity and fear bubble in the pit of your stomach. “Oh?”

“Yeah.”

“…so, what is it, then?”

He opened his mouth to speak, cheeks growing hot as he closed it again. He did that for a few moments, looking like a fish out of water. He winced at his own incompetence and let out a sigh.

“I like you,” he blurted, only realizing what had left his lips when he saw it dawn on you. His entire face turned a shade that matched his hair. “F- I’m sorry. I wanted to do this better, but it’s just been bugging me and I didn’t know how else to-“ he cut himself off with a groan, dragging his free hand down his face.

When the initial shock faded, you found yourself laughing. “Yuji,” you said gently. “Yuji, calm down. I like you too.”

His eyebrows raised, and he looked genuinely shocked. “You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow- uh…” he stuttered, face heating up for an entirely different reason now. “Can I come see you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay- okay,” he said, phone being set down, giving you a nice ol’ view of the ceiling. You were only able to assume that the shuffling on the other end was him getting himself together.

He craned the camera back to himself, his heart stuttering when he was met with your patient self waiting on his screen. “Okay, I’m coming. Give me five minutes.” He didn’t let you get another word in, Yuji disappearing from your phone and your home screen staring up at you emptily.

You smiled, and suddenly that feeling in your chest turned far sweeter.

a/n: btw, my pinned is always accurate! My reqs are open :) I hope this was okay, it was only loosely based on certain lyrics lol. also this got me back in my Yuji mood… spiderman yuji coming sometime whenever I finish it

Gen/Jjk taglist: @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniyaa @kashee-h @fiannee @anotherwriternamedclara @ruruisru @lizbix

[lavnderwonu]

book lovers | wen junhui

pairing: bookish!jun x bookish!fem!reader

genre: college au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

rating: mature

summary: working at your campus library and attending classes gets kinda lonely, until someone comes along and changes that.

warnings: contains smut (!!!), meet-cute, jun is tooth rottenly sweet (yes! that’s a warning!), semi public sex (in a library), unprotected sex, kinda sorta a quickie(?) idk its sorta rushed, bigdick! jun, size kink, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms.

mini playlist 🎵: into you by ariana grande, little bit by lykke li, feel you by okayceci

word count: 2.3k

author’s note!: AHHHH this was so much fun to write. i literally spent so much time daydreaming about this whole plot & the characters. im a little women enthusiast & a classic book lover, i know im a nerd! also i will always always find an excuse to write fluff. i just love love love writing cute shit! im sort of a sucker for it. THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG TOO LMAO but as always, i appreciate any feedback, & i hope you enjoy! 🩷

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“So… you’re assignment is to read the passage, then write a minimum 3 page essay whether you agree or disagree with the author’s viewpoint.”

Your professor gestures to the board behind him, emphasizing how important it is to acknowledge.

“Due by Monday, I won’t be giving any extensions. Class dismissed.”

“Y/n.” Your friend nudges you, as you currently have your face buried in your book, totally ignoring the lecture. “C’mon, class is over… did you even hear what the assignment was?”

You shut your book, Little Women, a book you’ve read numerous times but you never got sick of. It was a million times more appealing than hearing your literature professor ramble during a lecture.

“Yeah… some three page essay.” You remark, tossing the book in your bag. “I gotta hurry, I have a shift at the library for a few hours. Text me the assignment, okay?”

She nods. “Yeah, of course. I’ll see you later.”

You quickly grab your binder & notebook and walk out of class, headed for the library.

You’re about halfway there, until someone passing by bumps your shoulder, knocking your things to the ground.

Crouching down to pick them up, you hear somebody shouting sorry! in the distance as you mumble under your breath, “Doesn’t anybody watch where they’re going? Jesus…”

You’re gathering up some papers that fell out of your binder, until you spot an extra set of hands suddenly helping you, and a voice saying, “Let me help you with that.”

You look up, eyes locking with a tall, cute brown-haired boy, whom was now handing you your papers and notebook.

“Sorry, I couldn’t just walk by and not help. People can be so rude.” He smiles sweetly, handing over your papers he picked up. “I’m Jun, I’m in your literature class.”

“Y/n, and thanks, it’s what I get for not paying attention in lecture I guess.” You joke, finishing putting your stuff away as you both stand.

“How is Little Women?” Jun asks.

“I’ve read it before, it’s one of my favorite— wait how did you know that’s what i was reading?”

He laughs. “I saw you reading it in class, you have an incredible attention span. Quite impressive actually.”

“Last week, you read Jane Eyre, and during lecture Soonyoung came in late and the professor got mad, then they both got into this whole big argument, but you didn’t look up once, just kept reading. I’ve been watching you.

“Watching me?” You must have a confused, creeped out look on your face, cause the way he responds next makes you laugh.

“No, No, I don’t mean that in a creepy way like I’m watching you, I just mean that I noticed you, that’s all.”

You couldn’t help but blush, avoiding his gaze for a moment.

A cute boy like him noticed you?

“Laurie proposes to Jo and she says no, even though she’s still in love with him!” You exclaim, explaining your favorite book to Jun, as he holds it in his hands. “I cannot believe you never read it before.”

He shrugs, “I don’t read all that much.”

“We’ll, I think you’ll love it. The story is very enjoyable, and it’s not hard to read, which is surprising since it was written so long ago.” You continue.

“…Would your love for this book have anything to do with the fact that in both movies Laurie was played by Christian Bale, and Timothee Chalamet?”

“No,” You fail at attempting to hide your grin. “But it’s an added bonus. Christian Bale is a very underrated Laurie in my opinion, by the way.”

“Okay, I’ll read it,” Jun gives in, examining the book thoroughly and thumbing through it. “When do you need it back?”

“Whenever,” You say. “I don’t need it back by any certain time so you can take your time with it, and really enjoy it.”

“Oh, I know I will.” Jun smiles.

“Make sure you put these all away before you close up tonight,” Your library coworker tells you, as she gets ready to leave for the night. “Apparently the boss said she wants them out on display up front for tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll do it right now, before I forget,” You reply, retrieving the small stack from the counter. “I have to run those returns upstairs to reshelve.” 

You walk over to the front table just as you hear the door open. 

“We close in thirty- oh! It’s you.” Your coworker says, making you turn around to see who it was. 

It was Jun. “Y/n! Your boyfriend is here.” 

You smile at him as he walks over to you, “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to see if you wanted to do something tonight, maybe dinner… a movie?” He says, as he now towers over you & kisses your forehead. “You’re already dressed cute,” he makes note of your outfit. “I like that skirt.”

“I’m working right now…” You sigh.

“That’s okay, I can wait. I only have…” Jun checks his watch. “Oh, twenty five minutes now.” 

“Whatever,” You smile as you chuckle at him. “Just go sit at the desk, don’t mess up anything.” 

“Oh, before I forget, I brought your book back.” Jun starts as he sits down, reaching into his book bag. 

“There’s no way you already finished it. I gave it to you yesterday.” 

“I just wanted to leave you some notes in the margins for you.” Jun says, handing the book over to you.

You flip through the book, seeing how it’s littered with sticky notes and tabs, marking the different pages.

“You’ve read this before…” You glance over the notes written on a page. 

“A few times.” He smiles as your eyes meet his.

“I thought you didn’t read much?” 

“What is much…?” 

You lean in closer to him, kissing him. “You’re unbelievable.” You smile.

“You liked it? I was wondering if you’d be mad if I nearly defaced your book.” He says, with a chuckle.

“No, no, I couldn’t be mad,” You smile, playfully running your fingers through his hair. “Besides you didn’t actually write in it, if you did, that might be a different story.”

You kiss him one more time, “Well I have some stuff to finish really quick, wait here?” 

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. I’m sure I can find something to keep me entertained for a few.” Jun remarks, picking up a book that was in the return stack on the counter.

You finish up the rest of your display, and the returns you had to put away (…even unfortunately stealing the book that Jun was occupying). Your coworker had left for the night and it was time to close up.

“Okay, that’s it for the night.” You announce to Jun, starting to gather up your things. 

“All done?” 

“Yeah, I think that’s- shit!” You realize you still had stuff to put away upstairs. “I forgot to put these ones upstairs.” You grab the few books.

“Come with me?” 

“You won’t be okay by yourself?” He asks, obviously joking with you.

“Cmon, it’s eerie when it’s so quiet, just cmon.” You grab his hand and nearly pull him to the elevator. 

“These few go over here,” You lead him over to the fiction section. “And these go… over here…” You start walking to the next aisle over.

You reach up to attempt to place the last book on the highest shelf, but you’re just a little too short.

“Can you help me?” You laugh, turning to the 6 foot man standing close to you. “I’m too short for this.”

Jun laughs with you, grabbing the book from you. “Where’s it go?” 

“Right next to that one, with the red cover.” 

He places it on the shelf, “Is that the only one?”

“Yeah, that’s all of them.” 

Jun moves to stand in front of you, conveniently trapping you between him and the bookshelf behind you. You mentally thank whoever designed the floor plan in the library to make the aisles so small.

He moves closer to you, nearly pressing himself against you, so close you can smell the cologne he has on.

“You know I can’t help but realize… we’re all alone here.” 

“Yeah… I know, it’s almost-“ You start, as you're cut off with him kissing you.

You moan against his lips as his hands slide up your cardigan sweater, and he trails kisses down your neck.

“Jun…” You moan, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, kissing your lips again.

“Yes, very much.” You whisper, his face still close to yours. “But we can’t do this here…”

“Why not? There’s nobody here…” Jun whispers, as he kisses your neck a few times.

“The cameras, there’s cameras around here..” You say, then you grab his hand. “Cmon, in here.” You lead him down the hall down to one of the study rooms. 

You enter the dimly lit room, and shut the door behind you, but not before realizing how secluded and somehow intimate these rooms somehow are. Okay… mentally noted.

You sit on the table as Jun slots himself between your thighs, he’s kissing on your neck as he’s pulling your sweater off your body. He pauses to pull his sweater and t-shirt off of himself. 

Jun kisses your lips again, more fervently this time, as you’ve both become more eager.

“Lay back for me.” Jun whispers against your lips.

You kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his long hair as you lean back on the table, and you try not to giggle as his lips trail from your chest, and down your stomach, tickling you a little.

“God, you’re so pretty…” He mumbles into your skin, in between kisses.

You smile as you run your fingers through his hair once more, and you feel Jun’s hands side up your thighs underneath your skirt.

“Can I take these off?” Jun asks, eyes meeting yours as his fingers tug on the waistband of your underwear.

“Yeah…” you speak, lifting your hips to give him better access. You start to take your skirt off, but he stops you. 

“No… leave it on.” Oh. You can feel your face get hot.

After many times being in these study rooms, you couldn’t ever imagine that you’d ever be in here… like this, with a gorgeous boy as he’s taking off your clothes, yet here you are.

“Jun…” You sigh, as his hands are pulling you to the edge of the table, and pushing your thighs apart.

“This okay?” He questions, as he’s putting your legs over his shoulders.

“Yeah…” You breathe, nodding, as your hands find the edge of the table to grip it with anticipation. Afterall, you can’t see him with your skirt in the way… hmm, suppose it's all part of his plan.

“God, you're so wet and all I did was kiss you…” Jun says lowly, kissing your thigh gently as his breath fans over your core. 

You don’t even have a chance to respond before he’s bringing his thumb to your clit, circling it slowly a few times, making your breath hitch at the contact.

“Jun, please…” You whine, aching for more.

“Alright baby…” He all but mumbles back to you, and you feel his tongue slide over your clit, and you throw your head back at the feeling.

“Fuck…” Your brows furrow as your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the feeling. He groans against your clit as he slides two fingers inside you, making you arch your back and practically grind your hips down on his hand.

“Shit, baby…” You whine, as his fingers effortlessly reach your sweet spot repeatedly. “Right there… I’m gonna fucking come…” 

“Go on baby,” Jun pulls back, kissing your thigh a few times, all while his fingers don’t let up “C’mon…”

You practically cry his name, as you feel the orgasm rush over you, leaving your chest heaving as you catch your breath. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Jun whispers to you, as you hear rustling and the clink of a belt buckle as he’s undoing his jeans. 

“Yeah…” You whisper, finally catching your breath, but your breath hitches in your throat as he’s suddenly dragging the tip of his cock through your wet folds, the tip bumping your sensitive clit as you’re hinted at the mere size of him.

He slowly sinks into you, the stretch making your nails dig into his biceps. 

“Fuck…” Jun curses as he hovering over you, kissing your neck as he bottoms out, his thrusts shallow so you can get used to him.

“Jun… shit,” You moan, your fingers threading through his hair. “You’re too big.”

“You can take me.” His lips softly graze your collarbone, just as his hand trails lower and lower, until his fingers find your clit.

You whine his name, suddenly your senses are overwhelmed with the feeling of the pressure on your clit and his cock inside you, hitting spots so deep it almost has you seeing stars.

A particularly hard thrust nearly pushes you further up the table, making you nearly cry as you’re already on the edge.

“Shit, I’m already gonna come…” You cry, arching your back as you already feel the familiar tingle spreading through you, making your toes curl.

“C’mon…” Jun grunts, as his fingers find your clit again, and it feels divine with the way he’s pounding into you. “Come for me… give me one more…”

Your legs shake as you come with a loud cry of his name, he keeps going until he’s coming too, slowly rolling his hips to fuck you through your high.

You both say nothing for a few, catching your breath, until you fully register what you just did.

“Oh my god…” You say as you’re getting dressed. “I cannot believe we just did that…” You cover your face as you blush, but also can’t help but laugh.

Afterall, who would've thought?

“Why are you laughing?” Jun notices you trying to hide the fact that you’re blushing, pulling your hand away. “You didn’t like it?” He already knows the answer. 

“Yeah… but I never thought I’d do that, you know… here.” You smile right before you kiss him. 

“But that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t do it again…”

tags: @chiefjunlover @cosmojinyoung @wonuwrites @aaniag @jenoslutie

[savannahsdeath]

hiii i love ur fics ive read them all i ws wondering if you could like do a 18+ with a extremely jealous ellie??

thank you sm ily😭💞and yes ofc i tried my best!!

JEALOUS!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

summary: els didnt like some of the messages she found on your phone..

warnings: 18+!! smut, jealousy(obv), language

writers note: sorry it took me so long to post it😓ive actually written it like one day after you requested but i had already some posts planned and i didnt want to change everything now💔

You came back after a meeting with your co-workers to see your girlfriend waiting for you. As soon as she heard the door open, she leaned on the doorframe of the living room, looking at you with an undefined expression.

"You're late." She mumbled, her voice sounding mad but the way she planted wet little kisses all over your face said otherwise.

Ellie's closeness wasn't just out of greeting, but out of an act of possessiveness and jealousy that you grew accustomed to in the relationship.

You sighed and looked at Ellie for a second, before saying, "Yeah, I'm late. Sorry." You gave her a quick kiss too while looking for your keys. "Meeting ended late." Your voice wasn't as cheery as it usually is.

Ellie then rolled her eyes. "Did you really had to stay that long?" She muttered loudly, trying to hide the jealousy that was so clearly showing.

"It was important." You said, finding your keys and pulling them out of your pockets. You didn't sound upset because it was hard to be upset with Ellie. She was like a little kitten who was possessive and needy at times, but still oh so sweet.

Ellie rolled her eyes again but smiled, and she leaned onto you with her arms wrapped around your waist in a hug. This was where you felt safe and home.

"C'mon," she said softly, "let's go to bed."

You nodded. "I'll just go to the bathroom, 'kay?" You asked, giving her your bag, like you always did after work - she'll lug it upstairs for you.

"Of course, darling." Ellie smiled as she took the bag from you, her expression now fully warm and affectionate. You were lucky to have her, and you knew that.

You went to the bathroom and started to wash your face and brush your teeth, taking a moment to yourself.

After a few minutes, and a good splash of cold water on your face, you exited the bathroom and made your way upstairs. Ellie was waiting for you in the bedroom.

She was doing something on your phone, which didn't surprise you - she was probably just going through your gallery, staring at your pics. You had nothing to hide anyway.

She often did that, smiling widely and mumbling things like 'my wife's so pretty'.

This time, though, she was silent and had a frown on her face.

"Who's Steve?" She asked when she saw you.

"I don't know." You answered honestly. You had no idea who is she talking about, probably a random boy following you.

"You two texted." She passed your phone to you with an opened short conversation. He replied to your story, complimenting you, you thanked him, that's all.

"Yeah, I remember now. What about him?" You lied down next to her, curiously staring at the screen, expecting some more messages to magically appear and explain the situation.

Ellie sat on top of you, playing with the hem of your shirt. "He's hitting on you." She said as she got more bold, now not only fingers but her whole hands sliding up and down your waist.

"I don't know him. He just texted me once." You shrugged, reading the conversation over and over again to find which part made your girlfriend act like that.

"Yeah, and what does his text say?" She smirked, not in her usual innocent way, but in a 'think twice before you answer' way.

You scrolled to his first message and read it out loud. It was simple "stunning💞" in a reply to your story - a photo Ellie took of you at the beach a week ago but you forgot to post it before.

"Exactly. Now, what are you wearing on that pic?" Her smirk widened as she started to undo the button of your jeans.

You didn't pay much attention to her moves, focusing on her orders. "A swimsuit. I mean, we were at th-"

She shushed you, pressing her lips against yours. She pulled away after a good minute, leaving you breathless. She forced the phone, which slipped off of your embrace while she kissed you, back between your fingers.

"Stop explaining yourself or I'll think you actually have something to explain. For now, I'm just asking simple questions. Do I look like I'm mad?" She held your chin with one of her hands, while the other was unbuttoning your formal-looking work shirt.

She really didn't look mad, but you knew it's just her ability to camouflage.

You let out a relieved sigh as soon as you catched your breath. "Oh. Right. Look, it's not a big deal, I told him I'm-"

"Busy. Yeah, I know." She cut you off. "Pretty pathetic excuse."

"What was I supposed to say?" You barely managed to say as she started tracing a path of messy, wet kisses from your neck down your body.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" She laughed and you could feel the vibrations in her breath caused by her sudden outburst on your stomach, right were she stopped to answer you.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to make it worse or seem even dumber in her eyes than you already do, if that's even possible. She noticed your confusion and didn't pressure you to read her mind.

"That you have a girlfriend. That she told you to post it. That she took this pic." She made a pause after every sentence to cling her tongue, followed quickly after with her mouth, to your core, watching your body slightly squirm. You didn't even realize when she arrived that low, and when she took off your underwear, but that wasn't important anymore. "That it was her idea to go to the beach. That she helped you pick your swimsuit. That she saw you in it first..."

"Els... Stop..." You moaned out, feeling jealous of how unbothered she looks while you were already soaking.

"Stop what?" She laughed, sucking on your clit while taking off her rings.

This simple, two-words question, turned out to be more difficult to answer than you'd thought. Actually, what did you had in mind while telling her to stop? Hers 'that she...' calculations? Her hand placement, which had a bruising grip on your thighs? Or her tongue, that had definitely affected you the most, making you drop the phone, screen-down on the bed, and hopefully hold into the bed sheets?

"That's what I thought." She said before you could think of a correct answer.

She had a whole scolding prepared in her mind, but you wasn't honoured to hear it as she had a better plan. Still, she wanted to talk to you through it, watching you do your best to answer or just understand her while she makes you look and feel like a total mess. In order to not leave your cunt hopelessly tremble, right after she took her tongue off of your clit, she pushed two fingers into your entrance.

You gasped, squeezing your thighs together, which made Ellie laugh. It was a normal reaction - her move was unexpected - but your eyes rolling back always got a reaction out of her.

"Back to the topic, want to tell me why you decided saying 'you're busy' will work?" She smirked, her fingers pumping in and out, clenching and unclenching, in a painfully fast and rough way. Her thumb rubbed your clit, replacing her tongue.

"I... If I-'d" You stuttered, taking a deep breath after every letter you managed to say.

"Y-Y...You what?" She mocked your mumbling, her smirk turning into a smile.

Your back arched, making your hips move higher, but Ellie held them down with her free arm. Even though her nails were trimmed short, so she won't have to worry she'll hurt your pretty cunt, you swore you feel them digging into your waist.

"That hurt-s..." You whispered, but you weren't really bothered by it, even though your eyes were starting to get teary.

"Yeah? Don't worry, I'm sure Steve would make it hurt more... if you'd give him a chance, that is. But you didn't and won't." Her free hand let go of your hip, taking your phone and staring at the unlocked screen, clearly thinking or considering something. "I know you're mine and you know that too." She finally concluded, but right before she put the device down, you got a notification.

She mischievously smiled as she saw who's the message from.

"You got yourself a fan." She laughed as she opened your conversation with the reason of her jealous behaviour. "'Still busy?' and a fucking winking emoji. Jesus, that's just embarrasing."

You couldn't help but admire how good her attention span was - one hand making you a whining mess, other typing on your phone, eyes barely looking away from you (only to read his text, she typed hers blindly), mind probably racing with ideas to make him, or you, or both of you, regret your little conversation. She was obviously overreacting, but then again, your profile was full of Ellie and there's no way he missed all the cute posts about her.

"Should I show him how 'stunning' you look right now?" She chuckled and shook her head. "Nah, this view is for me only."

"What d-id you do?" You stuttered, trying to take your phone back, but she placed it out of your reach and aggressively grabbed your wrist.

"I liked it more when you moaned instead of asking questions." And just as she said that, she got faster again, making your cunt tighten even more around her fingers. Even though it may seem she's not paying much attention to how precise she is, she kept violating your sensitive spot, not missing it once.

Your head hit the pillow, leaning back on it and exposing your throat from which many signs of your pleasure came.

She was wondering again, her eyes looking you up and down before finally staying at your face. Her smile faded as she looked at you for a few moments. Then, she picked up your phone and passed it to you, following by simple but stern words; "Block him."

Your hands were shaky, so instead of pressing the block button, you almost accidentally called him a few times.

Ellie's smirk came back as she looked at you obediently fulfill her requests. She knew she could make you do anything she wanted now, but she didn't feel the need to. The only thing she needed was you with her - her only.

She took the mobile from you, whispering soft 'good girl' as she saw you succeed to do what she asked you to.

"Next time, if someone bothers you, just tell me straight away." She patted your cheek, her focus going back to what's her right hand doing.

This boy didn't bother you at all, he was just nice. But you knew what Ellie meant - he bothered her. Without arguing, you silently nodded, knowing this is the last time you posted a swimsuit photo on your account.

[miyadollie]

A LOVE NEVER DECLARED . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

★ STARRING non idol lee heeseung x fem reader

★ WORD COUNT 9OO

★ CONTAINS ANGST , childhood friends to ? , reader and hee are both 18.

★ MIYA SAYS 💗 meow..

the sky was doing that thing again.

that thing where it spilled its soul across the horizon, like it couldn’t hold itself together anymore. gold bled into lilac, lilac into rose, and rose into that bruised kind of violet that made your chest ache. it was a color caught between staying and leaving, between warmth and dusk, like it couldn’t decide whether to hold on to the day or let the night swallow it whole.

you sat side by side with heeseung on a half-sandy bench by the beach, legs swinging gently above the pebbled ground, sharing a pair of wired earphones, one earbud each.

he was humming the songs under his breath. offbeat, slightly flat, but it made you smile. he always did that when he was comfortable. when he forgot the world was watching. when he was with you.

it had been a long evening, the kind that felt both infinite and fleeting. you talked about everything and nothing, hours passed without being counted.

with heeseung, everything was easy.

he was your mirror and your anchor. he knew when to tease you and when to let you be. he knew when your silences meant peace and when they meant storm. he even knew your cycle to the day - "you get extra cranky," he’d say with a grin.

he saw you better than most people ever tried to.

yet , he just didn’t see the most important part.

the part of you that had loved him quietly for six years, desperately, helplessly, in every way that mattered.

the part of you that folded your feelings into shared playlists and saved seats, into 2 am texts and the way you always offered him the last bite.

heeseung, who read your mind like it was an open book—why hadn’t he ever turned to the page where your heart spelled his name?

why, of all the things he knew, was this the only thing he remained blind to?

twelve years of friendship.

six years of love.

and maybe—just maybe—it would take a century more for him to see it.

“hey, you okay?” heeseung asked suddenly, voice soft, as he turned to you.

you blinked. you hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down your cheek. you were too lost in thought. too caught in everything you couldn’t say.

"oh—yeah. yeah, i'm fine," you replied quickly, rubbing at your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket. "just… some sand."

he raised a brow, clearly unconvinced, but let it slide. “right, as i was saying—so the move-in deadline is around three weeks from now and like i—"

"wait." you cut in, sharper than you meant. “what did you just say?”

heeseung blinked. then smiled crookedly. “you zoned out again, didn’t you?”

"no, i just—" you paused, heart stuttering. "what did you say about… moving?"

“london,” he repeated. “i'm going to london. for college. remember?”

the words hit like cold water. sudden. shocking. and yet somehow not surprising at all.

"oh... right… yeah…” you said, and this time, you didn’t bother to fake a smile.

heeseung didn't seem to notice the shift in your voice.

“yeaaa so like my documents are still being processed but i got this email last week and—”

"when." your voice came out smaller than you wanted. “when will you be back.”

he paused. tilted his head, squinted a little, like trying to figure out what you really meant.

and for once—he didn’t find the answer.

“uhh… i'm not sure,” he said finally. “i think i’ll settle there if i get a good job, you know? something stable.”

settle.there.

like this place—this city, this bench, this moment—was something he was already packing away. like you were just a chapter he planned to leave behind.

the earbud slipped from your ear. it landed soundlessly in your lap.

he kept talking—something about accommodations, about weather differences, about time zones and calling schedules—but it was all just noise now. it was white static against the roar inside your chest.

you turned away before your face betrayed you again.

the sky had stopped bleeding.

the colors had stopped fighting.

only indigo remained now—deep and final. swallowing all the warmth and gold and soft things.

maybe that was fitting.

maybe the sky understood something you didn’t want to say out loud.

maybe it knew.

maybe it knew that your heart had just broken in front of the one person who was never supposed to break it.

and the cruelest part?

heeseung still didn’t know.

he still didn’t see it.

heeseung still doesn’t know. still doesn’t see it. still thinks your silence is just silence. not a love letter that never made it past your lips.

you never told him. not once.

not during the quiet car rides, where your knees brushed and your lips trembled with words you swallowed back. not during the midnight calls when the world felt small enough to say anything, and yet you said nothing. not during movie nights when his shoulder was the safest place you’d ever rested your head.

you had all the time in the world, and you spent it hiding.

you loved him like a secret, like a prayer, like something too fragile to name.

and now. he was leaving.

and your silence, once your shield, was now your wound.

maybe heeseung was never yours to keep. maybe he was always meant to belong to the world—to bigger cities, bigger dreams, to skies that stretched farther than your fingers could reach.

but god, you wish you had just once said his name like a confession. just once let the words i love you breathe between you.

instead, you carry this love like a letter never mailed. creased at the corners, faded at the ink, but still heavy with the weight of all the things you never dared to say. end. do yall want a part 2 :) read more ❤︎ please like, reblog and let me know your reviews (๑>◡<๑) this is a piece of fiction and are not intended to reflect the real personalities, actions, or beliefs of the individuals portrayed. the idols mentioned are portrayed as fictional characters for storytelling purposes. no harm, disrespect, or objectification is intended. everything written here is entirely imaginative and not based on real-life events or relationships.

[lichenes]

OMG I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE IS WRITING ABT SKI AGGUUUUU. there's so many joost fics (which I love) but I've been looking for aggu fics in the depths of the internet for soo long ( ´_ゝ｀)

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anyways, can i please request something where the reader catches the eye of aggu during a concert or smth, and the whole interaction between them is cute and flirtatious? ski aggu is a BIG ladies man, so, reader is obviously falling for his pick-up lines ect. thank you!! ^3^

Literally! Where are the Aggu fics?? I've seen edits of this man with 19k likes on tiktok and literally noody is posting abt him here!! Anyway! Once again, need him biblically. I'm a sucker for irl scenarios :"") Loosely based on that one video of sbd holding Aggu's hand; jealous. Enjoooy<3 CW: flirting wc: 686

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The crowd, alongside you, was singing the lyrics to “wie du manchmal fehlst”. You were standing in the first row, mesmerised by Aggu’s form. Throughout the night he would run around the stage but during this song he walked closer to the crowd. You realised at that moment that he was making a beeline for you. You quickly thanked your earlier self for wearing something revealing and extended your arm towards him. 

When your fingers connected with his own your brain short-circuited. Suddenly the room started spinning. You were literally holding Aggu’s hand. You kept singing hoping your singing skills were satisfactory, if he heard them. He looked down at you and gave you a smile as if to reassure you that it was happening in real life. You saw his grills alongside the grin he flashed you and my god, did he look good from that point of view.

He moved around near the crowd for a moment more and went back to his usual theatrics. You got a video of him holding your hand which might’ve been the happiest moment of your life so far. He moved away from you after a moment of closeness to get close to other fans, avoiding holding hands with anyone else. The song was one of the last ones he performed so not long after he said his goodbyes he walked backstage. 

After the concert Aggu posted a story in English pertaining to the person who held his hand. It so happened to be you. You dm’d him, sending the video as proof if he wanted it. He didn’t answer quickly. Your anxiety was rising with each passing hour. Suddenly when you were just about to go to sleep, you heard a notification. “How’d you like the concert?” 

You couldn’t believe this. “I loved it!! I honestly was sooo happy when I got the tickets and-” You stopped for a moment, deleting the message entirely. “It was lovely!” You tried to seem nonchalant but it couldn’t be denied that you were fucking texting The Ski Aggu. He sent you a voice message.

…

Holy shit. Did he expect one back? What did he say? What was even going on?! “Mmm, glad you liked it. I couldn’t help but notice such a beautiful person among the crowd.” It was only a few seconds long but it made your heart flutter like a ballad sung by the greatest singer to ever live. You gathered all your courage and pressed ‘record’. You rambled for a minute straight and when your phone buzzed with the message reaching its full capability you decided against sending it. ‘Okay. We can do this.’ You thought about what you wanted to say and attempted to try again. Then a message popped up. “Hesitating gorgeous?” 

…oh my god.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You responded, quickly regretting your decision. He saw the message and started typing. “Good.” Your heart stopped for a second. You pressed record and began rambling once more. Sent. Okay. Alright. “You’ve got a voice as gorgeous as your face angel.” The answer came quicker than you expected. He sent another voice message. “I was thinking, maybe you’d like to meet up today? I heard you’ve got great clubs here.” 

You were frantically getting ready, suddenly forgetting how to do eyeliner and what clothes suited you the best. “I’m here.” You read the message in your notifications. You brushed your teeth quickly and ran out the door, almost breaking a leg on the stairs. You saw him in his car waiting, scrolling through tiktok. He was wearing his usual clothes and you started feeling a bit too overdressed. His reaction to your appearance swept you off your feet. 

“Hi dov-” Looking up from his phone he saw what he would describe as the embodiment of the word breathtaking. His jaw almost went slack from seeing you in those clothes. “My goodness, you’re even more beautiful now. How’d you do that?” You blushed. “Tried my best with what I have.” He looked at you with lust in his eyes. “Oh and you’ve got so much.” 

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[herlv3r]

tip toe

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.

୨୧ synopsis: as le sserafim’s comeback had just released, your girlfriend is extremely busy with promotions and is under strict supervision. her managers have clearly warned you to stay away for the time being, but is that really going to stop you?

୨୧ pairing: gf!chaewon x fem!reader

୨୧ genre: fluff

୨୧ a/n: stream fimmies new mini album or else i WILL hunt you down

you grip on your fimbong as anticipation builds up in you like you’re about to explode. sitting in front of your tv, the screen counts down from its final minute. as the countdown nears its end, you can’t help but to stand up, adrenaline filling your veins.

even though your girlfriend already spoiled you their new song, you can’t help the excitement as if you’re hearing it for the first time all over again.

memories begin rushing in from when she first auditioned for woollim entertainment, then her time with izone, and finally le sserafim. you were there with her every step of the way. to say how proud you are is really an understatement.

your eyes gleam seeing chaewon’s outstanding visuals. and hearing her sing through the screen blesses your ears. how’d you get so lucky with her?

your phone rings violently as a call from chaewon comes through. answering it, a soft voice warms your ears.

“babe did you watch?!?” excitement is evident in her tone. you giggle at her question when it’s obvious you did. “of course i did! i wouldn’t miss even a second of it.”

you hear her small laugh amidst the busy background. “okay i gotta prepare for the showcase. i love you and i miss you.” your stomach fills with butterflies hearing those words escape her mouth. “good luck! i’ll be cheering for you.”

every comeback is always filled with busy schedules and strict rules. you can’t even remember the last time you’ve held her in your arms. you know dating a kpop idol comes with an unspoken requirement of being patient but you long for her.

the last time you attempted to see her during promotions got you banned from stepping in their dorms. as much as you want to see her, you have to do what’s best for your girlfriend.

hours past since the showcase and you haven’t heard anything from chaewon ever since. slumping in your seat, your brows drew together thinking heavily on what she could be doing at the moment.

suddenly a text notification causes your phone to vibrate. “i want to see you. pick me up at my dorm?” that burst of adrenaline comes rushing back to you, as you read word by word. excitedly getting up and gathering everything you need, you rush out the door without looking back.

who cares if you get banned again, it's worth the risk. after all, it's her personal request. how can you pass on something like that?

pulling up to her dorm, you hurriedly park and skipped your way to her room. once reaching her floor, you make eye contact with chaewon, her eyes widen in shock. the dumb smile on your face is quickly replaced with a terrified expression after realizing she's talking to her manager.

making the fastest u-turn in your life, you rush back down the stairs nearly tripping in the process. panting for air, you arrive back at the lobby searching for a place to hide.

several minutes past and you've finally calmed down. that was a close call you thought. as you slowly peek over your hiding place, a hard slap stings your head. looking back to see who it was, you're met with chewon glaring down at you. without saying a word, the expression on her face clearly says, "you're such a dumbass."

swiftly standing up, you engulf her in your arms as you squeeze the air out of her. "chaechae i missed you!!" in response, she pinches your waist causing you to squeal and back away.

attempting to rub the pain away, you look at her in confusion. why is she so violent today? has she finally lost it?

"god that was a close call. if my manager saw you first then our whole sneaking out plan is over." you swear you can see steam escaping from the top of her head as she complains.

tilting your head down, a sly smile forms on your lips. "but he didn't see me, so it's all good." she scoffs at you, rolling her eyes and taking your hand in hers. "come on let's go before we get caught." she drags you behind her as she sneakily makes her way back to your car.

you've been aimlessly driving for the past couple of minutes, unsure if chaewon even notices. you weren't expecting a spontaneous hang out today, so you were severely unprepared.

you're terrible at hiding things from her especially with the occasional side eyes you've been giving. she eventually catches on to you.

"how about a convenience store run, just like old times?" pursing your lips you glance at her as if you already had that thought. "pfft, yeah i was already heading there."

"but you just missed the turn..." staring at you, she furrows her eyebrows. "babe i can't see, it's dark out here." out of habit she smacks your arm causing you to swerve a little bit. too busy laughing uncontrollably to even notice.

arriving at the parking lot, you instruct chaewon to stay in the car hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

walking in the store, you can't help but feel a little guilty. it's such a big day for chaewon but the only thing you can give her is cheap food. still, it's no excuse to not try to make the best out of the night.

making your way down several isles you surprisingly bump into chaewon already picking out items. stopping in your tracks, you cross your arms and tap your feet in disbelief. you cough deliberately, attempting to gain her attention.

"pfft, what?" she doesn't even bother looking at you. "what do you mean, 'what'?" slowly approaching her, you snatch the kimbap she was holding. quickly turning her head, she raises a brow.

"babe you're such a hypocrite. you got mad at me earlier for almost getting caught but look at you now." she snatches the kimbap back from your grasp. "it's okay, i'm covered up good."

finally acknowledging your disappointed look, she squeezes your cheeks. "baby i'm sorry. i'll be careful." giving in to her soft touch, you let it slide. how can you possibly get mad at her?

luckily you were able to leave without anyone recognizing your girlfriend. you wouldn't know what to do if someone did.

getting in the drivers seat, you're hit with realization of not knowing where to go next. resting your head on the steering wheel, you release an exasperated sigh as you struggle to think of a destination.

"make a right turn and take the next exit."

shooting your head up, you stare at the gps. confused as to why it spoke. your gaze shifts back and forth between chaewon and the route displayed on the car's screen, wondering if she had anything to do with it.

chaewon smiles as she comfortably sinks in her seat, "just drive baby." you study her expression, suspicious of her little scheme. "mhm... should i trust you?" the blank expression sitting on her face hints at you to just go without question. you nod in defeat and turned on the engine.

for what seemed like 30 minutes, you're starting to doubt your gps when it leads you to an isolated road. the only source of light that's surrounding you is the brightness of your headlights. it's like you're in a horror movie where you encounter an eerie girl standing on the side of the road.

an uneasy feeling in your stomach begins to stir just by thinking about it. you quickly glace at chaewon whose face is as pale as snow. "you good? you don't usually look as white." she grips on to her thighs and swallows hard. "why wouldn't i be? hehe..."

you knew what she felt at the moment. she's scared shitless. your heart starts to beat . "hey you can't be scared?! because i'm scared... we can't both be scared!"

her grasp transfers from her thigh to your shirt. "girl, just drive!" you immediately step on the gas without a second thought.

"you have arrived. your destination should be on the left." pulling up to a secluded area, a single bench facing a cliff sits under a soft lit lamp post. not creepy at all...

"welp, ladies first," you laugh awkwardly as you unlock the doors. she shook her head in disagreement. "what, you can't do that! you took me here." you lifted an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

"don't make me go out there first, please baby," the look in chaewon’s eyes has you completely entranced. heat rushes to your face, staining it red. it took you a moment to form a response. “you’re a coward,” you murmured.

you push your car door open and hopped out. stepping foot on the rocky ground, the cool evening breeze sends shivers down your spine. you felt vulnerable being outside the walls of your car. in a snap you hurriedly ran to the other side to open the door for your girlfriend.

chaewon steps out and gently pats your cheeks as a thanks. “okay come with me.” she interlocks your fingers, leaving you no choice but to follow.

as you slowly approach the edge of the cliff, the view of the city lights comes into sight, leaving you mesmerized. who knew such a place existed that overlooks the city. chaewon lets go of your hand, letting you take in the scenery.

gawking for too long, you didn’t even notice the feeling of fear had completely washed away. discovering chaewon’s slipped away from your side, you promptly turned around only to see her resting on the bench behind you. she pats the empty space beside her gesturing you to sit down.

“so how’d you know about this place?” you drop your weight on the old wooden material. chaewon shifts closer to you and rests her head on your shoulder.

“i used to come here a lot with my grandma. we’d clear our heads and just talk.” you’re left speechless as you figure out where this is heading. “i wanted to share it with you for awhile now.” your heart softens at her words, realizing you occupy a special place in her heart.

you chuckle as you start playing with her hair, "thank you."

you both sit in comfortable silence just admiring the night sky. after a short while, you felt chaewon's grip on your hand loosen. turning your head to look at her, her eyes completely closed as her chest rises and falls.

looking at the time, it's nearing 1 in the morning. she must be exhausted after such a busy day. you can't even imagine what she'll have to go through later.

you lightly squeeze her, attempting to not startle her. "baby let's take you home yeah?" she groans in response with her eyes still glued shut.

crouching down, you force her to get on your back. you carried her back to the car and gently placed her in the passenger seat. you slowly walked back to the drivers side, taking in the view one last time. bringing her back here for your anniversary would be lovely, you thought.

as you comfortably sunk in your seat, you removed your jacket and wrapped it around chaewon's small figure. she shifts in her spot, turning in your direction giving you a tired smile.

"i'm sorry, did i wake you?" you rub her cheek with your thumb. she timidly shakes her head no.

"if i had known you'd take me here, i would've prepared much more." she chuckles at your statement. "don't be silly, being here with you is more than enough." shutting her eyes again, she falls back asleep. releasing a satisfied hum, you start the engine once again.

the streetlights illuminated the quiet streets and cars sat empty in parking lots. parking in front of her building, you sat there admiring how peaceful and cute she looked.

you shook her softly, "chaewonie we’re here." she yawns heavily and stretches in her seat. rubbing her cheeks, she slowly opens her eyes taking in her surroundings. taking hold of her soft hand, you walk her inside.

arriving at her front door, she turns to you with her head down. "i don't want you to leave... stay with me a little longer?" she tightly clutches on the hem of your shirt. "please?"

without warning, the door bursts open revealing a fully awake eunchae. she looks at you and chaewon cringing. "damn guys it's late. wrap it up please."

"isn't it past your bed time?" chaewon lifts a brow. eunchae crosses her arms as she leans against the door frame. "do you want me to rat you out."

chaewon's eyes widen at eunchae's response. lifting a fist in the air, she makes a threatening gesture. "i'm your leader, you can't tell me what to do." she pushes eunchae back inside, shutting the door at her face.

rubbing your eyes, you can't help but laugh at their interaction. "what's so funny?" she nudges you. tucking her hair behind her ear, you sigh in contentment. "you're so cute, you know that?" she shyly giggles at your compliment.

wrapping her arms around your waist, she pulls you into her embrace. "well you better go in before she comes back out." moving her hands from your waist to your neck, she brings you in and pecks your lips.

a stupid grin forms on the corner of your lip, "do it again." she laughs at your request. connecting your lips once again, it lasts longer this time. her hands explore your back, drawing you even closer. this is what you longed for.

"maybe i should stay for a bit," you whisper into the kiss. pulling away chuckling, she punches your shoulder. "shut up and go home."

opening the door, she finds eunchae waiting, mocking her with kissy faces. "omg eunchae! didn't i tell you to go to sleep?!" you can hear eunchae hysterically laughing on the other side as she makes a run for her room.

your girlfriend turns back to you, pinching the bridge of her nose. "ugh, kids..."

"text me when you get home and as soon as you wake up. i love you and drive safe. good night my lover girl~" peeking throught the small gap of her door she gives you a cheeky smile.

"i love you too. good night~" leaning in, you shut the door for her.

[bernardisgross]

Bim bam boum ! Here's the whole comic i drew for Crossroads @zine--garden , a zine focused one showing and sharing love for Hunter x Hunter ^^

I chose to focus on my two favorite teachers !!!

Bonus, making of & talk in the read more⬇

I was very happy to be able to participate and even more happy to finally share a headcanon i've had for years about Bisky and Wing's meeting.

I don't know how clear it is but basically, Wing is a young nen user who happens to have been taken in by a big criminal family. The boss is using his abilities to forge precious gems from cheap materials, passing them as precious gems he bought for his collection. As a renown collector, he also sells the gems and makes tons of money from it. As Wing's skills become sharper though, his forged gems become more and more precious, making it difficult to tell them apart from real ones.

Having sold a good gem in a batch of "bad" ones, the boss is trying to get it back, framing his client as a thief. He calls for Bisky (a "young" hunter with a good resume) planning to trick her into committing insurance fraud in his place. Unfortunately, she's got a better eye than he thought, and asks for the good gem as compensation.

Feeling antsy about his money, the boss accepts, already planning to get rid of her once the job is done.

Bisky can sense the residual nen from Wing the moment she meets him, that's why she demands he comes with her. She wants to make sure at first that this is a normal child in the wrong place rather than the boss's actual associate.

Making him her disciple just came along the way because she honestly didn't know what to do with that kid LOL but didn't want to return him to a bad place. Also, she saw his potential. Here's a rejected final page (rejected bc I couldn't tie the text properly and wasn't very happy with the visual) where it's a bit clearer that she's got back with the good gem and values it a lot BECAUSE it was made by Wing. (also metaphor, analogy blabla)

I love teachers/masters in stories, i love that trope so much!! It's always so interesting to me to have someone older and wiser share their knowledge with the young waiting for nothing in return. Nurturing and loving, becoming a support with the only satisfaction to witness the growth and blossoming of someone else. I think it's so beautiful to help others in this way, to give a little of yourself with kindness.

I think if touches on other tropes i'm sensitive to like found family etc... So of course, i've loved Bisky & Wings for a looong time, and i'm even more obsessed with the fact they're on the same line of teachers 🥺💕

I was always curious about how they could have met and what could have moved Bisky to take him under ... her ..................... wing.....🔥🔥🔥 lol... anyways !!! I went full indulgence and comics are not my thing at all so if you've enjoyed it, i'm very very, very blessed and happy ^^ !!!

I've also included a rejected sketch of the cover with big Bisky :3

and here's a look at all her outfits !! I love Lolita alt fashion soo much, i do tend to latch onto characters who dress like this... and love making my own outfits for them too !!!

I also made a sticker of Palm for the merch bundles !!

Thank you so much if you've picked up Crossroads, it was great from the start !! I'm so lucky and so grateful to @/gachahugs and all the contributors for having me ^^ !! thank you thank you !

[eatingfireflies]

2.2 is coming and if I don't write this now, how can I get jossed later?

This is the moment when I started to wonder if their 2.0 conversation was a role play.

Like, we know this issue is a sore point for Ratio. The fact that this guy he called a loud peacock in 2.0 made a joke about his failure to get into the Genius Society and all he said was 'I was being sarcastic'?? Babe, is something wrong? You barely touched your sharp and witty comeback.

(Btw I checked both Cn and Jp, he says 'It was just a joke.')

And I don't want to bring up the voice acting because the way voices sound is subjective and what I hear might not be what you hear, but the Double Indemnity scenes with Ratio are probably the most relaxed we ever see Aventurine ever. (I'm talking about the Cn version, but I played in Jp audio and I could hear it there too.) He's playful and his voice is higher pitched, so different from what we've seen of him so far.

It sounds like Ratio and Aventurine have known each other longer than they want us to believe in their 2.0 convo.

I mean, the implication here is Ratio did some research on Aventurine's background recently and that's how he found out about Aventurine's past. So we make the assumption that they haven't been working together for long.

Look, they even did a Penacony remix of their Final Victor conversation

But honestly, you'd think Ratio would have figured out if he trusted Aventurine or not at this point, considering he came back for more after Final Victor (lmao??)

Also, we know Aventurine had been planning for Penacony since his call to Topaz, where he asked for her help. It's hard to believe that he went through all the trouble of asking two different Stonehearts to lend him their cornerstones and then went to Penacony and the Dreamscape with Ratio, whom he barely knows. That's too much gambling, Aventurine!

We know the Family won't let anyone from the IPC to enter the Dreamscape and Aventurine only gets a pass because of the Watchmaker's invite

But Himeko is wrong here: Aventurine didn't go inside the Dreamscape alone and he does have someone backing him up. It just happened that almost no one else saw Ratio in Penacony and the one scene where we did see him talking to Aventurine was 2.0, where he got angry and left Aventurine babbling to himself.

But now that we're here, what did Ratio do in Penacony aside from bicker and betray?

His initial job is to gather intel, afaik. Aventurine tells him to go look into things in 2.0 before he left. And he does give Aventurine updates in 2.1 (Aventurine finds out about Firefly from Ratio) so good for you, professor!

Ratio is Aventurine's connection to his colleagues outside. Once Aventurine's plans enter the Dead phase, Ratio is the only one left to tell Topaz and Jade if the plan had been a success or not. (Aventurine also makes a joke about the Genius from the Council of the Mundanites offering to be his undertaker. In the Jp version, he says 'So the Genius from the Council of the Mundanites wants to claim my corpse? What an honour.' So there's also that... Uh. Idk how dead dead Aventurine really is, but at least we know someone's looking after his body while he's gone lmao??)

But also he's Aventurine's bait to Sunday, the (fake) weak link in Aventurine's plans that Sunday thought he could exploit.

And the 3rd one is a bit complicated, because it is a gamble. Remember Aventurine's E1? Prisoner's Dilemma? Yeah, it's kinda like that. I talked about it before, but let's copy paste it here for easier reading (and because this post totally needs to be a wall of text)

Let's zoom out a bit again and remember that Aventurine was sent to Penacony because Diamond thinks this whole affair could still have a peaceful resolution. Meaning: Aventurine is the kind option. The IPC could have sent Opal instead, but it sounds like that means there would be a body count.

And I think that's why Ratio is here and why he agreed to cooperate. Because if Aventurine's plan works out, only Aventurine's life will ever be in real danger. (And we know from Ratio's note that he also took steps to increase the chances of Aventurine coming back.)

Ratio being there is important to the plan because

Him being from the Intelligentsia Guild removes some of the heat from the Family. If Ratio is coming in as a plus one, the IPC (in this case, I'm assuming it's Aventurine because he's the guy in charge of the operation) chose the best person for the job. It makes the Family happier knowing there are not two IPC envoys walking around the Dreamscape and Aventurine has a buddy who can move around more freely than another IPC employee could

But because Ratio is an outsider, he's also the weak link in Aventurine's plans. Another IPC employee will probably not betray Aventurine, but the Guild has no particular horse in this race. We were also led to believe from their 2.0 conversation that Ratio doesn't like Aventurine very much. This is what I meant when I said Ratio is a bait: Aventurine was pretty much dangling him in front of Sunday, making Sunday think he could use Ratio to ruin Aventurine's plans. The important thing of course is the trust the two of them have for each other (yay, Prisoner's Dilemma). Ratio could ruin Aventurine's plan if he wants to (very bad for all involved because I'm guessing Opal is the next step) and Aventurine could fail (not as bad for everyone involved after 2.1 because the IPC has already won regardless. There's still a Phase 2 in Aventurine's plan and Ratio seems to want him back after that, so I guess he'd consider it a failure if Aventurine doesn't return?), but trusting each other means they win.

Tl;dr Ratio's presence in Penacony is a bit of a gamble on Aventurine's part but it worked well for him so far. Ratio is here to make sure everyone stays alive. (And maybe the Phase Flame? I honestly don't know if the Annihilation Gang will ever come back again, but for now I'm going with the obvious and assuming Ratio is here because he thinks Aventurine's plan will work and work with the least amount of pain for everyone.)

Thank you for getting this far. Why do we think they deserve Oscars?

Aside from the movie references (we'll get to that), we have 3 different instances where Aventurine mentions acting / the 'script'.

The most direct is the conversation with future!Aventurine in the garden maze: future!Aventurine praises Ratio's acting while Aventurine says 'Or he might not be acting at all' (the inability of these two to admit they are friends, but more importantly they don't think the other person thinks highly of them, is2g).

The next one is hidden in the mission description

And the other one got lost in translation. This was translated to 'You catch on quickly' in En. In Jp he says something like 'You have a good sense for drama, professor' (Sorry Idk what this is in the og Cn)

Finally, Double Indemnity. I haven't seen the movie, but it seems to be about an insurance salesman who gets seduced by a hot wife femme fatale into helping her get rid of her husband so she could claim his insurance. Double Indemnity refers to this clause where the insurance gets doubled if the person suddenly dies of an accident.

I've thought about this so hard, let me tell you. What could this possibly have to do with Aventurine and the mission? (For example, 'Hot wife Sunday seduces Ratio the insurance salesman into helping him get rid of Aventurine' etc.) And I honestly still don't know but one detail does help my theory so I'm pulling it out:

The relationship between the insurance salesman and the hot wife femme fatale was known only to the two of them. To the insurance claims adjuster, who was investigating the case and trying to prove the husband's death wasn't an accident, those two are unrelated people who might have seen each other once or twice. The claims adjuster suspected the wife, but had no idea of the insurance salesman's involvement. The truth is, they actually knew each other a full year before the plan was set in motion. Hey, doesn't it actually fit nicely now?

(Spellbound otoh, I still don't know. I have a Sunday and Gallagher reading of it, but Hvy keeps telling me no and making it gay instead so Idk.)

[kuralace]

When I was yours.

Contains: Angst, slightly suggestive if you squint, swearing, mentions of cheating.

Part 2?? 💃🏻

『🎞️』 I am aware that the color coding doesn't fit my blog, but my only reason is that Kaji is so blue coded 💃🏻

It was a misunderstanding. No, wait. Was it? These thoughts clouded your mind as your gaze falls on to your beloved boyfriend who was talking to a woman. Unbeknownst to you, her lips falls on to his as you stood there bewildered. Kaji's eyes immediately gazes on your figure. You didn't give him time to speak, let alone let your eyes fall onto his. As you turned your heel and ran, tears clouding your sight.

Immediately, you hear footsteps behind you as you didn't dare to look back. Hearing a deep voice speak softly to you.

" Hey, y/n. Are you alright? I was passing by and I saw you ran here, isn't Kaji with you? "

Hiragi spoke, the sound of Kaji's name making you cry out. Hiragi stood there dumbfounded, placing his hand on your head whilst placing it on his chest.

" Jeez, did you two fight? " He spoke softly, whilst you continued to cry out to him. Only incoherent words leaving your mouth.

Seeing you crying, Kaji ran after you; chasing only ended up with him seeing you with Hiragi. He wouldn't admit it before, but he always got jealous whenever you and Hiragi are interacting, rather. He thought that you both are just friends and nothing is going on. All of the reassurance faded once he saw you with HIM. Of all people.

He followed you both closely; and suddenly grabbing your wrist and pulled you away. A small gasp leaving your mouth. Hiragi attempted to pull you away from the blonde males grasp but it was no use.

" Fucking leave the two of us alone. " He mouthed, Hiragi had no choice but to bite back. Seeing as you were uncomfortable with the whole scenery playing right before your eyes.

" Look, man. You're clearly hurting her- " He spoke, gritting his teeth. " Mind your own fucking business " The blonde male had enough as he stared Hiragi down. You never expected it to go this way as you pulled Kaji away. Scared of the possibilities this could end up in.

Ever since that certain incident happened, you haven't had the courage to face Kaji. The guilt you always felt after checking his profile picture to see if he messaged you about anything. The guilt that you feel for yourself when you are desperate for him. When you were still in love with him despite that incident. The guilt is still there whenever you both locked eyes, whenever you both brushed past each other. When you still look at him with fascination, with hope in your eyes. Desperate to make yourself believe that it was all an accident, like he said.

An accident, he said.

Just thinking about it gives you a headache. Now here you are, sitting on your bed as you scroll through your phone with multiple texts from Kaji. Ever since you caught him in the act, he wouldn't stop bothering you. Until this one message gave you doubts.

Kaji: It was a misunderstanding.

Kaji: please

No.. wait, was it?

『 🎞️ 』 That's it, literally. Or I might just maybe make a part two of this who knows, since I don't have quite the motivation to do all of it in one go, I MAYBE just maybe will make a part two of how the climax will go. Since what I wrote now is certainly boring to say the least. But still, thank you for reading!