#particularly maintaining my hair (yeah I know)

[mori-no-majou]

so we’ve established by now that we’ve all acquired an inner Senshi that tells us to eat properly and an inner Chilchuck that tells us to be mindful of our rights in the workplace, but what about Laios and Marcille? their self-care schticks are a little bit more abstract than the other two, so I’m curious as to what everyone’s learning from them

[greengoblinswifey]

Between Takes- Nicholas Chavez x Actress!Reader

summary— you and Nicholas Chavez navigate a tumultuous on-screen rivalry that evolves into a passionate off-screen romance. amidst teasing banter and sizzling tension, a rehearsal kiss blurs the lines between acting and reality.

warnings— enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, oral(f receiving), L bombs, fluff, established relationship.

You and Nicholas play rivals in a popular Netflix show. Your characters are constantly butting heads, with heated confrontations in almost every scene. The fans love the tension, and it’s one of the key dynamics of the show. Behind the scenes it’s the same, but there’s an undeniable spark between the two of you, though neither of you admits it. You’ve developed a bit of a love-hate relationship on set, filled with teasing, sharp comments, and banter that everyone assumes is just your way of staying in character though sometimes it gets overbearing.

One day, after a particularly intense scene, you find yourself doing an interview for a popular entertainment magazine. Sitting across from the interviewer, you try to maintain your composure, but the thoughts of Nicholas linger.

“So, how’s your chemistry with your co-star, Nicholas?” the interviewer asks, a teasing glint in her eye.

You chuckle, rolling your eyes slightly. “Honestly, working with him is like wrestling a bear. He’s arrogant, sometimes late, and way too confident for his own good. The edits are getting to his head.”

The interviewer laughs, and you realize you might have said a bit too much. But it’s all in good fun, right?

“And what about those heated confrontations you have on screen? Are they as fiery off-screen?”

You smirk. “Oh, absolutely. We love to argue. I think it’s half the reason the show is so popular and we’re able to make the show as real as possible.”

The interview ends, and as you step out, you see Nicholas leaning against a wall, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

“So, I heard your little interview. Arrogant, huh?” he teases, raising an eyebrow.

You cross your arms, feigning indifference. “What can I say? It’s a talent of yours.”

“And what about that kiss scene we have to rehearse today? Think you can handle it?” His voice drops lower, a challenge hanging in the air.

You raise an eyebrow, feeling a rush of excitement. “Please. I’m not the one who needs to worry about handling it.”

As the day progresses, you can’t shake the tension in the air. During a break, Nicholas corners you in the hallway. “You know, I didn’t appreciate what you said in the interview,” he says, his voice low and serious.

You smirk. “I thought we were just having fun. Can’t handle a little friendly competition?” His gaze sharpens, and he steps closer. “It’s not just competition, is it? There’s something more.”

“Like what? A deep-seated desire to kiss my rival?” you reply, your voice laced with sarcasm.

But beneath the teasing, you both feel it, an electricity that has been building over time.

“You might just find out how good I am at kissing,” he says, smirking again, and your heart races at the thought.

The real shift happens during a major storyline arc where your characters have to share a kiss, something neither of you expected. As you both prepare for the rehearsal, the tension is palpable.

When it’s time to kiss, the world around you fades away. The rehearsal kiss is intense, full of the chemistry that’s been simmering beneath the surface. Your heart races as his lips touch yours, igniting something deep within. It’s a spark you’ve both tried to ignore, but now it feels undeniable.

As the kiss breaks, you both stand there for a moment, breathless. “Well, that was, unexpected,” Nicholas says, running a hand through his hair, his usual confidence wavering.

“Yeah, I didn’t think it would feel like that,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nicholas takes a step closer, the air thick with unspoken words. “So, does this mean we’re not just bitter ‘enemies’ anymore?”

You chuckle softly, a smile creeping onto your face. “I guess it depends on how we handle the rest of the season.”

Nicholas smirks, leaning in slightly. “I can handle a lot, trust me.”

“Oh, I bet you can,” you reply, your voice playful but laced with flirtation.

The banter continues, but the teasing has a new edge to it now, hinting at the deeper connection you've both begun to acknowledge. The lines between acting and reality blur, transforming your playful rivalry into something far more passionate.

As you navigate your way through the show, the tension between you escalates both on and off the screen. The two of you find excuses to be near each other, whether it’s rehearsing lines or grabbing coffee between takes. Each moment feels charged, filled with unsaid words and lingering glances.

One evening, after a long day on set, you find yourselves alone in your trailer. Nicholas is leaning against the door, a mischievous grin on his face.

“You know, I think the show would be much better if we had more moments like that kiss,” he says, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“What are you suggesting? We start kissing off-camera too?” you shoot back, your heart racing at the thought.

He steps closer, closing the distance. “Maybe we should. I mean, it’s not like anyone’s watching.” You feel your breath hitch as he inches closer, the teasing in his eyes replaced by something deeper.

“Okay, then. Show me what you’ve got,” you challenge, heart pounding.

Nicholas leans in, capturing your lips again, and this time it’s not just for the cameras. It’s heated, passionate, and everything you’ve both been holding back. In that moment, you both know that the rivalry has turned into something much more complicated, and exciting. As you pull away, breathless and wanting more, you can’t help but wonder what this means for both of you moving forward.

A couple of weeks pass, and while your relationship deepens, it remains primarily physical with lots of kissing but no further progression. As the season approaches its finale, excitement and uncertainty linger in the air.

The end of filming party is at a lively club, filled with cast and crew celebrating the end of a successful season. Music pulses through the air, laughter and chatter surround you as you enjoy the night. You and Nicholas are together, and the playful touches become more frequent. He brushes his fingers against your arm as you talk, igniting warmth in your skin.

As the night goes on, you find yourselves in a corner booth, drinks in hand, laughter spilling between you. Suddenly, Nicholas pulls you closer, his hand resting on your thigh.

“I can’t believe we actually made it through that entire season without killing each other,” he jokes, his voice low and teasing. You lean in, a smirk on your lips. “I think I’ve managed to tolerate your presence.”

He raises an eyebrow, his expression playful yet serious. “Tolerate? Is that all? Because I think we both know it’s more than that.”

In a moment of spontaneity, you lean forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. The atmosphere around you dims, and all you can focus on is the way his hands grip your waist, pulling you closer. Gasps and laughter surround you, but you’re lost in the moment, oblivious to the eyes of the other guests.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, and a mixture of surprise and excitement dances in the air.

“Looks like we’re the talk of the party,” you say, glancing around at the surprised expressions on your co-stars’ faces.

“Let them talk. I don’t care,” he replies, his eyes dark with desire.

You share a lingering look, and before you know it, the night wraps up and you’re making your way back to your hotel room together. On the way, Nicholas receives a call for a quick interview about the season’s finale.

“I just have to say a few things. You good with that?” he asks, glancing at you.

“Yeah, go ahead,” you reply, your heart racing as he steps aside to take the call.

As he speaks, you catch snippets of what he’s saying.

“I just want to take a moment to say how much I admire my co-star,” he says, his tone sincere. “She’s incredibly driven, intelligent, and truly talented. I feel honored to have shared the set with someone as smart and passionate as her.”

You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. He finishes up the call, walking back toward you, a proud grin on his face.

“What did I miss?” he asks, wrapping his arm around you as you walk into the hotel.

“Just a little praise from your biggest fan,” you tease, leaning against him.

You both enter your hotel room, and the atmosphere shifts again, the earlier tension returning.

“I really appreciate what you said in that interview,” you admit, your voice softening.

Nicholas steps closer, a serious look in his eyes. “I meant every word. You’ve impressed me in ways I didn’t expect.”

Without another word, you lean in, kissing him deeply. The kiss ignites something fierce between you, and suddenly, he’s all over you, hands roaming, breath hot against your skin.

“I want you so bad,” he murmurs against your lips, his desire palpable. “I’ve been aching for you.”

Your heart races as you pull back slightly to meet his gaze, desire burning in your eyes. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”

Nicholas pulls you in for another kiss, his hands gripping your waist as he backs you against the wall. The kisses become frantic as you lose yourselves in the moment, and soon enough, you’re moving to the bed.

Clothes are shed in a frenzy, and as you tumble onto the soft sheets, Nicholas takes his time exploring every inch of your body. He kisses a path down your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. When he reaches your core, he takes his time, skillfully working you to the edge. “You taste so good,” he whispers, his breath warm against you.

You’re surprised at how skilled he is with his tongue and he makes sure to use it to plunge inside you, drawing the sweetest moans from your lips. Your hands grip his hair and you grind against his face, his groans against your pussy making you shiver and squirm. The world melted around you, all you could focus on was the pleasure he was making you feel,

You feel the wave of pleasure building, and as you climax, you gasp his name, feeling your body quake beneath his touch.

Afterward, you’re both a tangle of limbs, breathless and glowing. Nicholas wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you catch your breath.

Once the haze of passion begins to settle, he looks deep into your eyes. “I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says, sincerity etched in his features. You smile, feeling a rush of happiness. “I’d love that.”

After a passionate night together with Nicholas eating you out, you both navigate your way through the press runs filled with playful touches and stolen kisses. Finally, the season premiere arrives, and excitement buzzes in the air.

As you both prepare for the red carpet, butterflies flutter in your stomach. You glance at Nicholas, who looks stunning in a tailored suit. He catches your gaze and smirks, making your heart race.

“Ready to blow everyone’s minds?” he asks, his confidence radiating. You roll your eyes playfully. “As if I’d let you steal the spotlight.”

The two of you step onto the red carpet, and a hush falls over the crowd as cameras flash. The buzz is palpable as reporters and fans whisper, remembering the long-standing rumors that you and Nicholas didn’t get along.

You strike a pose together, your bodies instinctively leaning into one another. “You both look amazing!” a reporter shouts. “Can you tell us about your chemistry?”

Nicholas glances at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “It’s just as fiery off-screen as it is on-screen. Isn’t that right?” You nod, smirking. “Let’s just say it’s been a wild ride, but we make it work.”

As the cameras continue to flash, Nicholas takes your hand, pulling you closer. Suddenly, he leans in and kisses you, catching everyone off guard. Gasps and cheers erupt from the crowd, and the whispers of shock turn to delight.

“What’s this? Are you two an item now?” another reporter calls out, excitement in their voice.

You break the kiss, breathless but grinning, and glance at Nicholas.

“Guess we just made it official,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You both continue down the red carpet, posing and kissing, basking in the spotlight as the rumors of your on-set rivalry dissolve into cheers of support.

During interviews, the two of you take turns praising each other, the chemistry undeniable. “She’s incredibly talented,” Nicholas says, his voice full of admiration. “I’m lucky to have her as my co-star.”

You blush at his words, feeling warmth spread through you.

“Nicholas has this incredible drive. It’s inspiring to work alongside him,” you reply, your smile wide.

Then the moment of truth arrives during a live interview when a reporter asks Nicholas how he feels about this new development in your relationship.

“I feel... I feel amazing. She makes me happy,” he says, his expression earnest. Then, almost as if he’s caught up in the moment, he blurts out, “I love her.”

Silence falls for a split second before your eyes widen in surprise. He blinks, realizing what he just said. “Uh, yeah, I love you,” he repeats, a mix of disbelief and affection in his voice.

“You do?” you ask, your heart racing. He nods, sincerity flooding his gaze. “Yeah, I really do.”

You’re momentarily taken aback, but then a smile spreads across your face, and you lean in, capturing his lips in a kiss as the crowd coos and cheers.

“I love you too,” you whisper against his lips, and everyone around you erupts in “Awws!”

The premiere ends on a high note, filled with excitement and love. As you both head back to the hotel, the energy is electric.

Once inside your hotel room, the door closes behind you, and Nicholas pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are tonight,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands caressing your waist.

You shiver at his touch, feeling desire surge through you. “And you’re absolutely irresistible.”

Nicholas grins, his eyes dark with hunger. “I want you, all of you.”

With urgency, you both shed your clothes, losing yourselves in the heat of the moment. As he pulls you onto the bed, he worships your body with soft kisses and sweet words.

His pumps his cock a few times before rubbing the glistening tip on your wet pussy before slowly pushing in.

“You feel so good,” he breathes, his lips trailing down your neck. “You’re everything I’ve wanted.”

You moan softly, feeling the heat rise between you.

“And you’re all mine,” you reply, looking into his eyes with fierce determination.

You gasp his name as he starts to rut into you softly, his forehead on yours and you stare into each other’s eyes. He was your entire world, everything faded away as you felt his cock brush you cervix and his fingers reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit slowly.

With a shared understanding, you both fall into a rhythm of passion, bodies moving in perfect harmony. His hands explore your curves as he whispers sweet nothings, making you feel cherished and desired.

“You’re so so beautiful baby, I love you, you’re everything to me.”

The words almost bring you to tears but the constant brushing of his cock against your g spot made you focus more on the pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck I’m gonna cum baby, I need you to cum with me, cum around my cock okay?” You nodded frantically feeling the overwhelming feeling of being near your release.

As you reach your climax, everything around you fades, and all you feel is him, his voice, and the intimacy of the moment.

Afterward, you lay entwined, breathless and content. Nicholas brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze softening.

“You’re incredible. I’m so lucky to have you,” he says, kissing your forehead.

You smile, feeling a deep sense of love and belonging. “And I’m lucky to have you.”

In that moment, you both realize that you’re not just co-stars anymore; you’re partners, and this is just the beginning of your journey together.

[manikas-whims]

Skincare with the LADS Men

inspired by THIS recent text with Xavier where he said we left our pack of face masks in his fridge 🥺

SYLUS

🐦‍⬛ He maintains good skincare and overall hygiene. He's the type who's like “if i’m going out to commit some illegal deeds or kill an enemy, might as well look good doing it. His healing ability helps maintain a better skin as well.

🐦‍⬛ When you find out, you're kind of surprised that he's so well-maintained. And he takes offense that you'd have such low opinion of him just because of his profession. He scoffs. “Your assumptions wound me, kitten. Even the leader of Onichynus cares a little for his appearances.”

🐦‍⬛ Luke and Keiran later on giggle and reveal to you how their boss makes an extra effort to look better whenever you are coming to see him.

ZAYNE

❄️ There's a difference between hygiene and skincare. So just because he's a doctor, doesn't necessarily mean he's good at taking care of himself. Yeah he might take a bath and always put on clean suits but he doesn't really bother much with skincare itself.

❄️ It's not that he cannot do it but he simply doesn't have the time for it due to his packed schedule at the hospital. Almost twice or thrice when you surprise-visit him during his late night shifts, you've found him shaving his stubble at his office’s washroom lol. There are some faint cuts on his jaw and you fuss over them much to his delight.

❄️ His skin and body suffer mostly due to his eating habits. More often than not you've caught him sneaking way more macarons than good for his teeth. Not to mention, he doesn't eat proper meals due to his work.

❄️ “It’s not what it looks like. I'm a doctor. Obviously I know how to manage my health.” He laughs sheepishly because it's not often that he's on the receiving end of scolding, especially from you. You end up having to pay regular visits and watch over him for a while, bringing in full meals as is needed for him.

RAFAYEL

🌊 Thanks to him working at odd hours, eating at odd times, passing out on the couch every now and then that it's expected he'd be careless but he does in fact take proper care of his skin. And it's better than yours. (well ofc his Lemurian genes are partly to thank but he's a fish out of water so he does need to take care).

🌊 He knows his skin is amazing and he'll make a show of it in front of you. Not to make you jealous but because he wants you to praise him for it, call him pretty and handsome. “Come onnn!!” He drawls out. “Admit that I’m way prettier than those idols you're a fan of.”

🌊 Definitely enjoys doing skincare routines with you. Will indulge in manicures and pedicures if you ask, chatting with you all the while. Even recommends certain products that would benefit your skin. And offers to do your facial and massage.

XAVIER

⭐ Canonically isn't concerned with skincare. Even MC is shocked at the fact that his skin is doing so good despite any proper care. Probably the type who uses those “5 in 1” products 😭. Or grabs just any product without much care for the actual ingredients involved. How his skin and hair are doing alright? You have no idea..

⭐ You offer to do his skincare and he agrees because that just means he gets to spend more time with you. Enjoys the sensation of your hands on his face. Melts into a puddle if you wash his hair. You also try fixing some of his eating habits because alternating between cup noodles and meat ain't it. And though it takes a while, you figure out his skin type and help him get his own products.

⭐ You both develop a habit of putting on sheet masks while watching late night movies or playing video games. Sometimes you two just end up lazying around and talking about mundane stuff.

⭐ But even if you set up a whole routine for him, if he stays over at your place, then he's definitely using your shampoo. And if you ask him why, then he smiles innocently and answers, “Oh..it’s not that I am particularly biased to the product. It’s just that I like it when I smell like you.”

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[shy-writer-999]

Summary: On tonight’s menu is Sanji, pillow humping, instruction, and praise. Enjoy! ~3.2k words.

CW: Afab reader w/gendered pet names (‘pretty girl’), dirty talk, pillow humping, masturbation, praise, instruction, edging, tiny bit of crying, sloppy head and deep throating.

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

Sanji will never forget the day he walked in on you humping your pillow. The concentration on your face, your flushed cheeks, your ruffled hair—all of it was seared in his brain indefinitely.

That day, you let out a squeak (or was it a screech?) of embarrassment and toppled over, bright red and frozen. He took in the sight with ravenous eyes, saving a mental screenshot. “Fuck. Sorry to barge in, princess. Just wanted to let you know that dinner’s ready.”

He closed the door almost as quickly as he opened it and stalked away to the bathroom. The food could wait for another three minutes. That’s all the time he would need to cum on his fist.

A couple weeks later, he broached the subject.

“I want to see you do it again, my love.” He was initially nervous making a raunchy request like this. He has a general proclivity to making love or letting you use him however you like. But he had been ruminating on this idea for a while and he was insatiable.

“You want me to hump my pillow while you watch?” Puzzled, you weren’t sure you had heard him correctly.

“Mhm. Please? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“Okay, you can watch.” You smiled and his heart thumped. He was painfully infatuated with you.

Not long thereafter, you hovered over a pillow, poised at the end of your bed. Sanji sat on a chair in front of you. His thighs were spread wide and he had no cigarette—he needed to be as focused as possible.

You looked at him, hesitant and embarrassed. This didn’t need to be awkward, but… he was fully clothed, and you were completely naked. It added to the effect. It’s like you were about to put on a show.

You and Sanji had been seeing each other for a couple months at this point, but it was taking some time to get fully adjusted to Sanji being more than just a crewmate. This added to that feeling of hesitation.

“Don’t be shy, my love. Just do it like you did before.” His voice was soothing and gentle.

“I will but… it’s a little hard to just hump my pillow and get off immediately.”

“Could I talk you through it? Give you instructions?” You weren’t expecting him to say that. Blush creeping up your neck, threatening to take over your face, and you nodded.

“What were you thinking about when I walked in on you last time?”

“You.” You had no idea why you felt so shy and timid right now. Usually, it was you who took the lead in the bedroom. But now you were on full display, vulnerable and on the verge of getting performance anxiety.

“You were thinking about me?” The hint of smugness in his voice accompanied some tenderness as well. “What about me, exactly?”

“That one time when you fucked me really hard a few weeks ago and then came on my face.” The blush took over your face completely now.

“After you squirted?”

“Mhm.” You nodded again, cheeks smarting with heat.

Another soft smile from the handsome chef. “Do you remember how I started to finger you through your panties first? Think about that and start to move your hips slowly.”

You did as he said, albeit apprehensively. You delicately rolled on the smooth fabric while Sanji continued to jog your memory.

“I ran my fingers up and down, then I rubbed little circles on your clit, right? And you started moaning so sweetly. It felt good, didn’t it?”

“Y-yeah,” you answered and maintained Sanji’s blistering eye contact. He broke it every few seconds to stare down at the place where your flesh moved on the pillow.

“What did I do after that?” He prompted.

“You ate me out.” As you gingerly shifted back and forth, pressure built on your clit. It didn’t feel good yet, but something was certainly building.

Sanji continued. “What was the best part of me eating you out?”

With one particularly well-placed grind on your sensitive spot, your hips bucked.

“The best part was when you fucked me with your tongue… and rubbed my clit with your fingers at the same time.”

“Mmmm.” Sanji paused as he savored the memory. “I remember that. You got worked up so fast, it was cute. Keep moving your hips, okay? Just increase the pace a little for me.”

You did as he said, undulating slightly faster. The friction on your clit was turning into small zaps of electricity.

“Does it feel good yet, baby?” He was laser-focused on you. Your blush had subsided by now as you got distracted with mounting pleasure from your tingling core.

You nodded soundlessly. Faint rustling noises of your skin on the fabric filled in the room, barely audible. Sanji was hard and the tent in his pants was showing, large and impressive.

“Keep going like that, sweetheart. You look so pretty right now.”

You smiled at him in between thrusts and his cock twitched.

He prompted you again. He wanted you to narrate the encounter for him, to relive the sex that you had initially masturbated to when he walked in on you. “What happened next?”

“You put your cock in me—fuck—and told me how good I was being for you.” Your voice strained.

“Did you like it when I said that to you, darling?” Sanji’s tone was warm. He could tell by your facial expression that you were starting to buzz with pleasure and fuck, it got him off.

“Yeah, I did—fuck—Sanji.” Hearing his name tumble from your lips made his cock jumped again. He stared intently at the place where you pressed yourself on the pillow.

“Well, if that’s the case, you’re being so good for me right now. Following my instructions so well. Why don’t you go move a little faster?”

Your breath hitched at his suggestion, and you started to rock your hips faster. Arousal seeped out of you and heat simmered in your stomach.

“Are you getting wet yet, baby?” Sanji’s voice was positively oozing with lust. He crept a hand to his aching erection and started palm it.

“Yes, Sanji.” You answered, breathless, becoming aware of just how wet you were. You were soaking the fabric and it allowed you to hump smoother, with more fluidity and ease.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” When you met his eyes, he grazed his palm harder over his cock and groaned softly. “Fuck, you look so good.”

His praise went straight between your thighs and you whimpered. He had to bite his lip to keep in another groan. He didn’t want to get too riled up yet.

Sanji was determined to talk you through the whole tryst. He noticed how your expression was starting to change. As your groove quickened, he observed that your eyes were getting dazed and glossier, your mouth hung open in concentration, and your cheeks were still pink… it was making him feel feral and rabid.

You brushed your clit at the perfect angle and your hips bucked again. That was his cue. Sanji unzipped his pants and tugged the waistband down along with his underwear. His long cock sprang out, red and inflamed around the head, smeared with precum and twitching. He didn’t touch himself yet, though.

“What else did you like about us having sex?” He asked, trying to keep you as present and cognizant as possible. It was far too early for you to get lost in a haze of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, it feels good Sanji. I—I liked when you played with my clit, fuck, and made me squirt. And when you said those things to me.”

He hummed, content with his progress so far. You sure looked like you were enjoying it. Each thrust looked more desperate than the last.

“How do you feel, gorgeous? Are you making a mess of yourself yet?”

Your back arched at one ecstatic roll. “Feels so good Sanji—’m so wet, fuck, feels even better when you watch.”

He groaned at your last words and brought a hand to his hard length. As he dragged pearls of precum down his shaft, his hips jerked upwards. He pulled his shirt up to run a hand over his abs and happy trail as he lazily started to move his fist up and down.

“Press down harder, my love.” His instructions, once followed, elicited a full-fledged moan from your lips. You dug your hips down forcefully. He could see a sizable stain on the fabric any time you pulled your hips back.

“Fuck Sanji, fuck, fuck.” As you keened his name, he tightened his grip around his cock.

“You look so beautiful. Don’t you want to go faster?” He purred and continued to stare at you rhythmically ride the pillow.

You nodded and whimpered. “Wanna go faster.”

“Mmmm. Needy little thing. Lean forward and brace yourself on your forearms. Now hump faster and look at me.”

As you collapsed forward to rest on your forearms, the angle of your eyes upwards and your position in general made you realize how pathetic and horny you must look, like an animal, rutting away for Sanji to instruct.

“Ah—ah fuck, Sanji, fuck ‘m gonna cum soon,” you keened, feverishly grinding down onto the sopping-wet mound. He was stoking his cock faster now, hips pressing up every few seconds to fuck his fist better. When he heard you say you were about to cum, his tone dropped all warmth. He responded immediately.

“Stay still.” He frowned, tone stern and harsh. “Don’t cum yet. We just started. Be patient for me, okay?”

You whined in protest, ceasing movement, while he continued to fuck his fist. Milky precum leaked out of his slit, smudging with each pass of his fingers.

“Tell me what happened after I made you squirt. Walk me through it.” Sanji held your orgasm at bay while he made you recite.

“Y-you kept fucking me.” Now you were frowning, too. You were fully worked up. It wasn’t very nice of him to tease you.

“In what position, dearest?” He loved to hear you get bratty. It made his heart warm and his cock throb.

“Doggy style with your chest pressed on my back…”

“I was humping you like you’re doing to your pillow, right?” Sanji cooed and you nodded, pouting.

The blonde squeezed the base of his cock and held it there for a second while he looked at you—your cheeks were ruddy, you were panting, a faint sheen of sweat glowed on your skin. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the view.

“Then what?” He prodded. “Keep talking, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

You were getting frustrated. You craved friction. You were about to shamelessly start pleading and begging for it. “Sanji,” you whined. “You rubbed my clit again and then you—fuck, Sanji, can I keep going? I need it, please.”

“Finish your sentence, pretty girl.”

“You rubbed my clit again and then you made me cum.” You choked the words out. You were on the verge of crying. You’d never been teased like this before, let alone from Sanji. Your core was pulsing, screaming for attention.

“C’mon, sweetheart. What else? That’s not all that happened.” His tone was one of pity, with traces of playfulness and admiration.

“Sanji, fuck. I gave you head, and you came on my face while you talked down to me. There, that’s all.” You huffed, extremely put out. The agony of being held at bay like this was infuriating.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, I loved it, Sanji. Now please, please let me keep moving.”

“One more question, darling. What did you like about it?”

Your thighs tensed, readying to keep fucking your pillow at his command. “It—it felt dirty when you talked down to me. Fuck. Felt dirty when you told me what to do.”

Finally. That was the answer that he was looking for. “There you go. Move your hips for me, baby. Back and forth.”

You practically jumped into action, returning to your previous speed rapidly. Every push downwards was greedy and hurried. Sanji stroked his cock faster and precum spilled over his fingers as he praised you—the clacking sounds of his lubricated fist down echoed in the room, along with the muted, lewd sounds falling from your parted lips.

“You’re doing so well for me. Go a little faster.”

The pleasure that was flooding your body in ripples was about to raise to a final crescendo. You moaned his name and rocked erratically over the fabric, chasing the wave of euphoria that beckoned.

“S-sanji, Sanji, fuck ‘m close, so close, fuck, fuck.”

When he responded, his voice was gravelly, sinful and sugar-coated. “You did such a good job being patient, gorgeous. Now cum all over your pillow for me. But look at me when you cum, okay? I want to see it in your eyes.”

You mewled his name as you pushed down harder, humped faster, and clawed fistfuls of the covers below you. Sanji twisted his hand around the head of his cock, hissing in air between his teeth at the sensation, taking in the view.

He couldn’t wait to watch you squirm for him over the mound of fabric, nasty and desperate, all from his instruction. He wanted to cum on your face, mark you as his, use your throat and treat you with love after.

His pace quickened. He needed you to know how beautiful you were and how good you were being for him. “You look so, so hot, fuck. Do you feel good? Tell me, baby.”

“I—fuck—fuck Sanji, feels so good, I’m c-cumming I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

As you finally reached your breaking point, you spasmed and locked eyes with him, per his request. You basically screamed his name, writhing on shaking thighs. The euphoric wave of pleasure made you see stars.

“Just like that. Keep rocking your hips through your orgasm. It’ll feel good.”

You fell forward onto your face with a sob, jerking uncontrollably as last sparks of climax hit you like a train. It was truly the most dramatic, mind-bending orgasm you’d ever experienced. Absolutely crazy considering it was all from humping a pillow while Sanji watched.

You got a few spare seconds of reprieve before you had to get back to work.

“Look up, honey. You’re not done yet.” The chef smiled and stood up, cock erect and dripping. Bending down to lift you by your chin, he pressed his lips on yours, gently exploring your mouth with his tongue as you let out warm puffs of air in his. You tried to catch your breath but having his tongue swirl around yours made it difficult.

When he spoke again, his voice was husky and low. He was using every shred of self-control to get out his next words.

“Milk my cock with your throat now, sweetheart. I wanna cum all over your gorgeous little face again. That sound ok?”

Still in bliss, you nodded and opened your mouth wide. He quickly shoved his shaft so far into your mouth that you gagged on the first pass.

Sanji’s hands ran through your hair and he let out a deep, satisfied groan. “Mmmm. Fuck that’s good, angel.”

He pushed your head down and controlled the depth and speed of his cock as slid it over your tongue. The pillow below you was wet and damp on your still-pulsing core.

“God, your mouth feels good. Slippery and—ah—hot, just like your pussy, so wet, fuck.”

He pressed his tip on the back of your throat, eliciting another gag. Precum trickled out of the corners of your mouth, messy and creamy. The whole bottom half of your face was wet and shiny.

“Do you want my cum, lovely? Want it all over that pretty face of yours? Look at me.”

You craned your neck upwards with trouble and he when you met his eyes, he grunted and shoved his cock deep in your mouth again. You choked on it, letting out a muffled moan, a plead for air that he ignored.

“Fuuuhhhhccckkk. Suck harder, my love.”

Hollowing your cheeks like he told you, Sanji admired how obedient you were being for him, how your lips wrapped around his shaft, the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and your blown out pupils. He was grunting so loud it could be heard on the other side of the ship.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck.” His grip on your head tightened. You hummed on his cock one last time, knowing that would push him over the precipice of orgasm. His deep groans turned into whimpers as he bent over, grabbing your head while he grinded his length on your tongue.

“Ahhhhh, th-there you go, fuck you’re so good for me baby, fuck, ‘m cumming.”

Sanji convulsed and shoved his cock in your throat one last time, relishing how you squeezed around his shaft, before he ripped it away from your lips and exploded all over your face.

You caught as much of his sticky cum with your tongue as you could, but rogue stripes graced your cheeks and forehead. There was literally so much cum. The whole time he drained his balls over your face, he groaned the most obscene, filthy noises you’d ever heard.

Standing over you, he panted as his cock dribbled last hot pearls on your tongue. From this angle, with your face covered in his seed and your legs numb, he looked better than usual. He always looked good, but damn, right now he looked good.

You licked your lips, drinking up the slightly salty, mild taste of his orgasm. When he was done stroking himself, Sanji kissed you and petted your hair for a moment before he wiped your face down and slid the pillow out from under you.

Peeling the pillowcase off, he had the gall to suck on the saturated wet spot from your juices. He palmed his cock just a tad, still sensitive from his orgasm, then folded the case and pocketed it. Later, he would inevitably suck on it some more and then wrap it around his hard cock, replaying the evening in his mind.

You couldn’t walk afterwards. Well, you technically could walk, but not well. Your legs were like jello and sore. You didn’t need to walk, though. Sanji carried you around and brought you food anywhere you wanted. He was extremely satisfied with the evening, to say the least.

that’s all for this one~~ i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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i’m posting every day from now until halloween!

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best friend's older brother seungcheol

this is part of my 550 followers celebration event! find the rest of the members' headcanons in the event too as i post them through this month!

no warnings: just fluff.

thinking about best friend's older brother!seungcheol who isn't even attractive to you for most of your life

seungcheol, attractive? hell no. you don't understand why every girl in your class drools over him. they ask you for his number, for tips to ask him out, for favours to set them up with him, and you oblige, because you don't get the hype but you don't care about protecting cheol from these girls.

and it doesn't seem that cheol minds either. at each of your birthday parties, you don't even call half the people who turn up, because they just want to ogle seungcheol. and seungcheol even lets them.

you don't care because you just want to spend time with his sister, who's your bestest friend, and it's a small price to pay for her treasured company. and you don't really mind seungcheol's company too, occasionally. although he pouts too much whenever the three of you don't play the game he wants to play.

you don't know how to define your relation with him. he's been everything you had missed in being a single child. teaching you to drive even when your hand-eye coordination sucks. helping you with your precalculus exam even when his own geography exam is the next morning. rescuing you from dumb teens who'd tried to spike your drinks.

but he's not really a brother. you know that more as you grow up when you stop seeing him as just your best friend's older brother, but also as a specimen of the opposite sex. the way his voice becomes deeper, his hair falls longer to the nape of his neck, the way he can no longer fit into the makeshift tent in your room when the three of you play UNO.

and yet, you can't imagine any romantic notion cropping up in your mind with regards to him.

that one time someone asked if you ever had a crush on seungcheol, and you'd laughed straight in their face. crush? on seungcheol? ridiculous, absurd, preposterous. you tell seungcheol the same the next time you see him, and he laughs with you too. see? no scene of romance.

thinking about best friend's older brother!seungcheol who is head over heels in love with you

has been so for the last four years, when he's seen you really grow up into a remarkable woman.

the two of you are just two years apart, so he sees you hitting puberty mere months after him. and boy, he's down bad since that day.

he's not been able to maintain any relationship with anyone he dates simply because he always finds flaws in them that aren't in you. can't bake? too bad, you can. can't sing idol songs? too bad, you know every idol song's lyrics and choreography. can't keep a seat for him during lunch? too bad, you never forget. don't know his favourite ice cream flavour? too bad, you know every ice cream flavour he has liked since he was ten years old. have clear skin? too bad, he would choose your shiny, oily skin any day. wear skirts? too bad, he prefers your baggy jeans because you have pockets to store candies in.

and yet he knows that you don't think of him like that. it doesn't particularly bother him, because he doesn't need you to love him for him to love you.

thinking about best friend's older brother!seungcheol who gets the news of you going abroad for college from his sister, not from you directly

"you didn't even bother to tell me." he says, after almost an hour of you coaxing him to tell you why he's pouty and upset.

"i would tell you, eventually, i would." "and when will eventually come around?" you don't answer, just hug him from the side and press your face to his shoulder. he's gotten remarkably broad in the last few years, perhaps to fit in with his jock image. but his body still feels as soft to you as it did earlier as well, whenever you had hugged him.

"you'll call me?" he says after a long time. "of course." "when will you leave? in august?" "yeah, so i'm still here for a couple more months. this entire summer, i can chill finally." you smile, but he doesn't. his eyes lock onto yours, and your face burns up with the attention he's giving you, although you don't want to look away.

"two more months." without any clue of what's going on in his head, you shoot him a confused glare. "yeah, two months. two months are a long time." "not really. but they're enough." "enough?" cheol doesn't reply. he doesn't need to. actions always prove louder than words.

thinking about best friend's older brother!seungcheol who now spends more time with you than ever

he's not even being subtle about it. he totally stops going out for parties and random date nights, in favour of spending every evening with you. your best friend is busy with her boyfriend, who's also pining because she's leaving too with you, so cheol has you completely to himself.

together, the two of you explore every nook and cranny of the city you were born in. cheol is surprised at how little you know about your own city, and you're shocked at how much he knows. "you gangster. how are you so familiar with these parts of the town?" you blush as he drives you thru the red light district of the city, clutching him tight as you sit behind him on his motorbike. "i've spent many a happy evening in these lanes, sweetheart." "do you want to drop me off and enjoy here then? i can take the bus home." he grabs your hands which are wrapped around his shoulders and pulls you closer to him. "don't say stuff you don't really mean, sweetheart."

sweetheart. that's a new nickname, but he's using it ever so often these days. he checked your reaction the first time he used it, and while your eyes had grown wide in mild shock, you'd not really protested against him. and he knows you've never not loudly protested against something you don't like. so he knows pretty well you don't mind the nickname. and if the way you're wearing the same lipgloss and the same pair of jeans every day ever since he complimented it once is anything to go by then you like the nickname too.

thinking about best friend's older brother!seungcheol who you're touching a little more as each day passes by

you don't know when it starts to happen, but you rather start to looking forward to seeing him every damn day.

you hope he doesn't realise why you keep wearing the same lipgloss every day. you hope he doesn't realise why you suddenly enjoy riding his motorcycle with him. you hope he doesn't realise that you no longer argue with him when he insists on taking you to places he's more familiar with.

and you certainly hope he doesn't ask why. because to be honest, you don't know if you could answer it yourself. why do you want him to look at you more? why do you want to touch the muscles on his back through his white t-shirts? why do you let him beat you in every arcade game as long as it means that he celebrates his victory by hugging you?

perhaps because when you try to think of your life without seungcheol, you come up with a blank. you simply cannot imagine a life where he’s not a part of it. a life without him at your birthdays and new year parties? a life without him on your emergency dial? a life without him being your go-to person for any excuse you want to whip up to get out of a situation? a life without your #1 supporter no matter what you’ve done? you can’t imagine it at all. 

and this realisation makes you think again on what your relationship with seungcheol really is. 

thinking about best friend's older brother!seungcheol who brings you to the beach the day before his birthday

it’s also your last week in this country. the two of you spend the entire day wandering through street stalls that are set up next to the beach. you buy him a seashell locket that he promptly wears around his neck. he buys you as many glasses of boba tea as you like, which turns out to be nearly every flavour sold at the stall. 

when night comes, the two of you lie down in the rocky sand along the beach, slightly isolated from the rest of the crowds, and giggle to your own inside jokes while embracing the scent of the sea breeze mingled with the cool night air. 

the clock strikes midnight in the distance, and you whisper in seungcheol’s ears, “happy birthday, cheol-ah.” he laughs softly, his voice hoarse after all the talking of the day. “you’re the first to wish me.” “like always, isn’t it?” you turn on your side to face the man, his arm outstretched and your head lying on his arm, barely touching and yet so, so close. “i’ll always be the first to wish you, cheol-ah. even with a time zone difference.” you almost laugh when you see the way his lips go from a smile to a pout, sadness spreading across his features. “i’ll miss you, sweetheart.” he turns to face you too, his bicep flexing under your cheeks as the two of you face each other and breathe in the same air. under the moonlight, his sharp features look soft, his eyebrows hidden under his bangs. 

“can i ask you something?” seungcheol hums, his pout deepening. the impulse burns through your veins. something about how much closer you’ve grown over the last few weeks makes you feel braver. “can i kiss you, seungcheol?” the man in front of you smirks, “i thought you would never ask.”

his lips meet yours halfway and take away any ounce of hesitation from your mind. the first kiss is short, but when you pull away to take a breath, he leans in further, his body coming slightly above you as he tucks you into his arm and deepens the kiss. his other hand cupping your cheeks. 

“is this my birthday present?” seungcheol asks you from above you, breathless. you giggle, shy from the proximity. “if you want. did you like it?” “like? fucking loved it, sweetheart. best birthday present ever.”

[puck-luck]

Like Hughes, prompt 1, hearts… I was thinking maybe she’s having a bad day and talking about her brain just not shutting up something along those lines lol

warnings: oral fem receiving on a dining room table wc: 619

“I’m sorry, Lu. I know I’ve been talking about this for a while. You must be bored,” you say sheepishly, picking at the remaining food on your plate. 

“I’m not bored,” Luke replies. “I like listening to you talk, even if you’re just venting about how work sucked today. It’s up to you if you want to keep talking about it, babe.”

“I’m sure I could talk about it forever,” you grumble. “I just hate how in my head I get over the stupidest mistakes and interactions. I know it’s not that deep, but I get so wigged out.” You stab at the pile of green beans with your fork. “I wish there was some way where I could just turn off my mind when I don’t want to use it.”

Luke quirks an eyebrow at you. “You think?”

“Yeah,” you tell him. You shrug. “It gets overwhelming to be in my brain, sometimes. It would be nice to quiet it down.”

Luke looks at you for a moment too long. “I have an idea for that,” he says. He clears his plate, then yours. 

“Luke, I wasn’t done eating,” you complain.

“I’ll reheat it for you if you’re still hungry after.” He leaves his plate in the sink, but places yours in the refrigerator. Then, he walks back over to you, taking your hand and guiding you out of the chair. He moves your utensils and glass of water to the floor, away from your feet. “You trust me?” He asks, thumbing over your bottom lip.

“‘Course,” you reply. “Always.”

Luke smiles, the edges of his eyes crinkling slightly. “Good.” He backs you up against the table, trapping you. You hop up onto the ledge, sitting back more comfortably as Luke towers over you. He brings both of his hands to the sides of your face, cradling your jaw as he leans down to kiss you until your chest is heaving and your cheeks are flushed. “I’m gonna fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head,” Luke says like he’s swearing on his grave. “But first, I’m going to eat my dessert.”

You feel a bit lightheaded and hot as he gets to his knees, undressing your lower half. His hands rake over your exposed thighs, tickling your flesh and groping the particularly meaty sections in his hands. Luke kisses over the inside of your thighs, the sensitive areas marked with suction mark after suction mark– they’ll all fade by tomorrow, so you can’t call them hickeys. He’s so sweet about the way he teases you, which lasts until you’re unable to wait any longer. You stammer out a plea for him to do more, unsure if you’re in a space where Luke will grant your requests.

His eyes lock with yours and a smirk covers his mouth. He maintains eye contact as he inches forward, sticking his tongue out when he gets close enough and flicks the tip over your clit. He’s not close enough for it to be anything more than a tease, but the touch already has you whimpering and trying to move your hips closer to his tongue. 

Instead of chastising you for being so greedy, Luke buries his face in your cunt. He went from nothing to everything at once– making you cry out. Your hands fly to his hair. Luke just closes his eyes and nuzzles into your pussy, his tongue working overtime against your clit. One of his fingers has started to trace slowly around the rim of your entrance, although he refuses to enter. 

He seems hell-bent on making your pleasure wash all over his fingers well before they even enter you– you’re in for a long night.

[wolfiihoney]

Fair day with papa Toji

I love daddy toji and baby gumi sm!!!

Please enjoy.💖 btw this isn’t my art, all credit goes to the owner.<333

Unedited hehe

You woke up at 9 in the morning on a beautiful Saturday with a huge smile on your face.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you rolled over to Toji's side of the bed, but he was already halfway on top of you, his enormous body draped across yours.

You couldn't help but love the way he smushed you with his weight, so you whispered in his ear "Psst, Toji? Babbyyyyy, wake up.”

"Doll... what are you doing?" Toji mumbled, still half asleep.

He was used to your morning antics and secretly loved them.

You kissed his shoulder and nestled into it, wishing you could merge with his skin. Toji felt the same way about you.

"Mmm, doll," he said, flipping onto your back so that he could hover over you, his large hand gently caressing your soft face. "I'm sure it's much earlier than the time we actually need to be up on a Saturday."

He looked down at you, his sharp eyes soft with affection.

"You always wake up so early on the weekends," he said with a small smile, continuing to stroke your cheek. "I don't know how you do it."

He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

"You're like a little sunbeam in the morning, always so full of energy. It’s not very contagious, baby” he said “So tell me why are we up?”

You laughed at the big sleepyhead “It’s fair day! We promised Megumi we’d take him to the fair today, remember?”

Toji's sleepy smile widened as you reminded him of his promise to Megumi.

"Ah, right," he said, his eyes fully open now. "We did promise to take him to the fair, didn't we? Can't have the little troublemaker feeling disappointed."

You gave him a playful little shove on his sculpted chest, trying to maintain focus.

"Now, behave yourself," you scolded, secretly enjoying the way view he was giving, he could be quite distracting. A quick glance at his muscular form and you knew if you weren't careful, you'd never leave the bed.

“Okay toji get dressed, I’ll go wake gumi up.” You said hopping out of bed over to the lovely dresser Toji built for you. You were going through the huge dresser fiddling through the huge folded stack of underwear, underwear that Toji keeps buying. “Ugh Toji, I wish you’d stop buying me so much underwear. I can never find my comfortable ones.”

Toji chuckled from the bed, his eyes still on you as you sifted through the drawer of underwear.

"Aww, but doll, seeing you in those cute little lacy things is one of my favorite pastimes," he said, a cheeky grin on his face.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, your fingers still digging through the pile of undergarments.

"Yeah, I know you like them, but these are too uncomfortable," you whined, holding up a particularly fancy pair of lace panties. Toji laid back on the bed, arms behind his head and completely naked, the blanket riding precariously low on his hips.

He gave you a smirk, his eyes raking over your form.

"Aww, doll, no need to wear any underwear," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Daddy likes easy access anyway."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you hurried out of the bedroom towards the bathroom.

"Toji, stop it!" you exclaimed, hands covering your flushed face.

He let out a loud laugh as you fled the room.

After composing yourself in the bathroom mirror, you emerged from the shower to find your sweet baby Megumi sitting at the table, indulging in whatever Toji had prepared for him.

"Good morning, sweetie," you greeted, giving his hair a warm ruffle.

"Hi, Mommy" Megumi replied, crumbs falling from his mouth a little as he looked up at you with a beaming smile.

You couldn't help but smile back at your mature baby. He certainly had inherited his father's laid-back demeanor, a striking contrast to your bubbly personality.

Toji patted Megumi's head affectionately as the little boy hurried to finish his breakfast.

"That's my boy," Toji said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Eat up, the fair starts in twenty minutes. We don't wanna miss out on the fun, do we?"

Megumi shook his head vigorously, a giggle escaping his lips as he shoveled the food into his mouth with increased haste.

Toji watched megumi with pride as he ate his breakfast, The family you both had built together was a testament to Toji's determination and resilience, silencing all those who once doubted him.

He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer for a quick kiss. That simple gesture from him filled your morning with even more warmth and joy, and you responded with a soft smile, basking in the affection he showered upon you.

—

The fair was bustling with energy as little kids ran about, their tongues stained blue from cotton candy and joyous screams filling the air. However, the day wasn't all fun and games for everyone, as the sound of a little girl crying from dropping her ice cream cone in the background (Toji laughed at her a bit)

You had, unfortunately, taken on a roller coaster ride a little too intense for your stomach, leaving you leaning against Toji and heaving into a nearby trash can.

Toji gently rubbed your back. “Are you okay, doll?” He said with a little chuckle and with a weak smile you nodded

You managed a slightly sheepish grin, "Yeah, I think I'm good," you said, still getting over the rollercoaster-induced nausea. "It was fun though… maybe I should go again!?”

Toji chuckled at your suggestion to go again, shaking his head fondly. "Maybe rest first, huh?" he replied, knowing he wanted to tell you to sit your ass down but couldn't resist the sight of your smile.

Toji's heart warmed as he heard your attempt to brush off the aftermath of the rollercoaster ride. He knew you were always the daredevil type, yet seeing you look a little green around the edges softened his heart.

Megumi on the other hand, blissfully unaware of the situation, was having a blast, running around and enjoying the fair. Toji watched his favorite little guy have the time of his life and Seeing his son so happy made Toji a little emotional, and a slight blush dusted his cheeks. Toji's heart filled with a mixture of joy and sadness as he watched Megumi running around, thoroughly enjoying the fair. Seeing his son so carefree and happy stirred up memories of his own troubled childhood. A melancholy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his eyes glassed over.

Toji couldn't help but contrast his own youth with the beautiful scene unfolding in front of him. It was a moment of bittersweet emotion, as he cherished the sight of Megumi's happiness while carrying the weight of his difficult past, and it made him slightly teary-eyed, though he tried to conceal it. You on the other hand noticed Toji's demeanor turn slightly sad and it made you worry, not wanting to ruin anyone's fun you brushed it off but only for now.

After the fun-filled fair, you were all back home, preparing for dinner. Toji was locked in a playful, totally not serious game of “tug-of-war” with Megumi over a piece of candy the little one had won earlier. As you were in the kitchen, thoughts of Toji's sudden emotional moment at the fair danced through your mind. Knowing that expressing his feelings wasn't his strongest suit and that you weren't much better, therapy was something you both attended weekly. But now, you found yourself wondering about the emotions Toji had experienced that day.

Once dinner was over and Megumi safely tucked into bed, you stepped into the living room and found Toji sitting quietly on the couch, his gaze fixated on a stuffed animal.

Toji seemed lost in thought, his eyes distant and contemplative. He didn't notice your approach at first, his mind seemingly miles away. As you stood there studying him, a mixture of curiosity and concern filled your heart.

You sat down beside Toji, your touch on his hand gentle and soothing. "Whatcha thinking about baby?" you asked quietly.

He sighed softly, returning the squeeze to your hand. "Just... how proud I am of Megumi," he confessed.

Your heart swelled with affection at his words. "He's truly amazing," you agreed, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek. "And it's all because of you," you added, acknowledging his role in Megumi's upbringing.

Toji let out a soft chuckle, his gaze fixing on you. "Nah," he replied, his smile gentle. "It's because of you."

You decided to probe further, sensing his earlier emotions. "Toji, why did you get so emotional earlier today? Is everything okay?"

Toji inhaled deeply, his eyes darting away for a brief moment before returning to your gaze. "I've told you about my childhood and seeing Megumi reminded me of how much neglect I experienced," he shared, his voice heavy with memories. You nodded, empathy etched on your face. "I know, Toji," you said gently, holding his hand as a gesture of support.

"But you're breaking that cycle," you continued, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "You're providing Megumi with love and care, and though that’s something you may have not received as a child, you're giving him the childhood you deserved."

Toji's eyes softened at your words, vulnerability flashing across his face. He looked down at your intertwined hands, the weight of your understanding sinking in.

"I never want Megumi to feel the loneliness and indifference I experienced," he admitted his voice a mixture of pain and determination. "I want him to have a family, a home, and a father that would love him no matter what. I never want him to know the emptiness I felt growing up."

As Toji's confession settled in the air, the weight of his past and the love he held for his son hung heavy between you both. Feeling a need to comfort him, you delicately moved closer, your hand still holding his.

"You're doing such a wonderful job with him," you encouraged gently. "Megumi is so lucky to have you as his father. You're giving him everything you never had, and that's what makes you an incredible dad." Toji's lips curled into a bittersweet smile as he looked at you. "I just want him to have a better life than I did," he said quietly.

You moved even closer, your presence a gentle balm to his troubled heart. "And he does," you reassured him. "He has a loving family, a stable home, and a father who cares for him deeply."

Toji's gaze shifted back to yours, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and appreciation. "You always know how to make me feel better," he murmured, squeezing your hand affectionately.

The emotional intensity began to lift a bit, replaced by a warm sense of comfort. Toji's smile softened, and he gently rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand.

He chuckled lightly then said, "You know, it's not just Megumi who's lucky. I got pretty damn lucky finding you too."

Your heart fluttered at his words, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Oh, stop it," you chided playfully, gently swatting at his shoulder.

But Toji wasn't having any of it. He pulled you closer, his free arm wrapping around your waist. "I mean it," he said, his gaze intense. "Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me."

As the moment between you and Toji deepened, a lighthearted mood began to settle in. Toji's eyes twinkled with amusement as he tightened his arm around your waist.

"Now that Megumi's asleep," he began, his voice low and sultry, "how about you give me a little fashion show with all of those uncomfortable panties you were complaining about earlier, huh?"

“Bye Toji!” You shouted as you ran out of the living room and all you could hear was the boom of laughter coming from your crazy husband

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where’s your doppelgänger? | s.r. x liaison!fem reader

you could never memorize the train system, no matter how many years you’ve taken it. you’ll be stuck staring at the maps for twenty minutes and not remember which way leads uptown. but when you’re with spencer you could be blissfully tugged along as he seamlessly weaves through the crowds of commuters, making sure you’re tucked close to his back.

“so we’re gonna take the red line up to jefferson street then the green line all the way to apple road.” both of you stood near the back of the platform, watching strangers scurry like ants to and fro this afternoon.

“that guy reminds me of hotch,” leaning in close to spencer’s side as you pointed a subtle finger towards the well dressed man. his dark hair was nearly combed, his navy blue suit was well pressed and his posture was stick straight while he held a book in one hand.

“could be his doppelgänger. statistically everyone should have one to three look a likes. your eyes see the person you know but also identify the new traits that form the other face, helping you separate the two.” his mouth spewing out these facts easily from his lips as you gazed his profile.

an unclear intercom announced something just as your first train pulled into its platform. spencer lead both of you to a pair of forward facing seats, you beside the window and him next to the walkway. “should take twenty minutes if uninterrupted,” spencer estimated.

the first few minutes neither spoke, just let the noisy tracks sing their song. “what do you think your other selves are doing?” shoulders bumping into each other with the swaying of the cart.

spencer’s thumb rubbed along your knuckles as your joined digits sat atop his thigh. “maybe one got to fulfill my childhood dream.” his low voice got particularly swallowed from a loud screech. you leaned in a bit closer and raised your voice to ask, “which is?”

spencer ducked his chin to his chest as he mumbled and you had to ask for him to repeat it. “a- a cowboy,” his eyes partially catching yours.

you couldn’t help the coo that slipped free, “now that would be a sight.” softly giggling at the pastel hue warming spencer’s cheeks. that caused spencer to chuckle sheepishly, “yeah. don’t think i’d be hired.” nervously he scratched behind his ear.

you let your eyes trail over his pointed features, “loved to see you in a hat though. bet you’ll look ever dashing.” freely flirting and enjoying the flushed pink on his apples under the fluorescent lights.

“what about your second one?” nudging his knee to redirect the conversation. spencer hummed in thought, the wheels filled most of the noise along with someone sneezing and a baby giving a small whine. “maybe a professor, like my mom. but i think my intelligence with all my doppelgänger’s would be lower than mine.”

“pure perfection as your mother would say.” giving a squeeze to his hand as your bodies moved with the stopping train. spencer lead both of you out and towards the second train, “got about five minutes before it arrives.” he lead both of you to a bench.

“i kinda wish one of my doppelgängers is living somewhere peacefully in europe. always a small dream of mine that i don’t know when i’ll ever peruse.” letting your mouth speak your thoughts openly. you leaned your head against spencer shoulder, a dreamy gaze filtering over the well maintained but still slightly dirty subway.

“i think one of yours would be a florist. probably somewhere in italy where many people visit you.” spencer spoke softly as he gave your joined hands a slight sway. both of you just tucked away into shadow as you wait.

“lovers would buy bouquets and friends would buy singles. family’s would buy many vases and i would wonder if it’s for something happy or somber. i’ll get to see small glimpses of people’s lives or make my own story for them.” creating this alternative world that you personally could live, or someone similar to you is living life in the present.

“another one could possibly be a journalist, or you’ll still be a liaison, just in a different department. you’re very good at dealing with the press, talking with people sincerely. you’d always make sure the pure truth was told and- what?”

spencer stopped talking as his eyes locked with yours, his brows scrunching at the front. “did- did i say something?”

you could feel your lips stretching into a lovesick smile as you stared at your boyfriend. “i- i just really wanna kiss you, but we’re in public and i know how you feel about pda-“

“i’ll allow it this time.” “…wait, really?”

spencer smiled shyly, “yeah. besides i know you’re not gonna jump me here. a kiss isn’t bad.” he just shrugged as his eyes bounced around.

with your free left hand your palm cupped spencer’s cheek to turn his face in your direction. “i love you a lot, like a crazy amount.” letting your thumb smooth the skin under his eye. you leaned in quickly to press your lips to spencer’s, staying for a moment then pulling away just as you hear the screeching of wheels on tracks.

“best get moving before they leave without us.” taking the lead on moving the two of you onto the chariot towards your museum date.

[caitified]

hi hi hi

can you write caitlin x fem!reader where lexi exposes caitlin on having a crush on a journalist or someone that’s around the team a lot? and caitlin is blushing kicking her feet…

maybe with some happy ending pls pls pls

thank u

sidelines

caitlin clark x reader

warnings:none

caitlin clark was a force on the court, but off the hardwood, she struggled with something much more personal: her growing crush on you, the indiana fever’s in-house journalist. your presence lit up every post-game interview, and caitlin found herself lingering on your words, your smile, your laughter. her teammates quickly picked up on her crush, particularly lexie and aliyah, who thrived on teasing caitlin about her infatuation.

“caitlin, do you need a scorecard to keep track of how many times you’ve stared at y/n?” lexie teased one afternoon during practice, earning a chorus of laughter from the team. caitlin shot her a glare but couldn’t hide the flush creeping up her cheeks.

“seriously, just ask her out already,” aliyah chimed in, smirking knowingly. “we all see the way you look at her.”

the banter made caitlin laugh, but inside, she was a whirlwind of nerves and excitement. every time you walked into the locker room, her heart raced, and every smile you threw her way sent butterflies dancing in her stomach. she was determined to keep her feelings under wraps, not wanting to jeopardize your friendship or the team’s dynamic. but it was getting harder to ignore the chemistry simmering between you two.

everything changed one evening after a particularly intense game. the fever had won, and the atmosphere was electric. caitlin was in the locker room, still buzzing with adrenaline, when you entered to conduct your usual post-game interview. the air was thick with anticipation, and caitlin’s heart raced as you approached, clipboard in hand. her gaze wandered over you, admiring how your hair glimmered under the fluorescent lights and the way your smile lit up the room.

“caitlin, can I get your thoughts on tonight’s game?” you asked, your voice steady and professional, yet somehow more intimate in the echo of the empty room.

caitlin nodded, her mind momentarily blank as she struggled to focus. “yeah, um, we played well,” she stammered, and she felt the playful eyes of her teammates boring into her back.

lexie, sensing an opportunity, leaned against a locker, smirking. “caitlin, what’s your favorite play of the night? or maybe your favorite person?”

the room erupted in laughter, and caitlin felt heat rush to her cheeks. you shot caitlin a teasing look, your lips curving into a smile that made her heart leap.

“lexie, come on,” caitlin protested, trying to maintain her composure.

but before she could redirect the conversation, lexie leaned forward, a gleam in her eye. “seriously, caitlin, are you going to tell y/n about your little crush or what?”

caitlin froze, her heart racing at the implication of her friend’s words. the room fell silent, and all eyes turned to you, whose surprised expression mirrored her own confusion. “wait, you like me?” you asked, a mix of shock and intrigue lacing your voice.

the embarrassment felt overwhelming, yet something deep inside caitlin pushed her to be honest. “yeah, I do,” she finally admitted, her voice steadier than she expected. “i’ve had a crush on you for a while now.”

the locker room buzzed with excitement, but for you and caitlin, everything faded away except for the shared gaze. your eyes widened, and you felt your heart leap at her confession. “i like you too,” you said, your smile growing, uncertainty melting into relief. “i thought you were too focused on basketball to even notice me.”

caitlin’s expression softened, her heart swelling with warmth. “you have no idea how much I think about you,” she confessed, stepping closer, the world around you dissolving into background noise. “you make my long days feel worth it.”

lexie and aliyah exchanged knowing glances, their teasing smirks transforming into supportive smiles as they allowed you two a moment. “you two are adorable!” lexie exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.

“i’m serious about this,” caitlin said, turning her full attention back to you, sincerity radiating from her gaze. “i want to see where this can go.”

“me too,” you replied, your heart brimming with hope. “i’d love to figure this out together.”

the tension between you melted away, replaced with a warmth that felt like the beginning of something beautiful. as you exchanged shy smiles, the teasing faded into the background, and the world seemed to settle into a comfortable rhythm. caitlin reached out, intertwining her fingers with yours, sealing the moment with a promise of something more.

the next few weeks unfolded like a dream. you and caitlin began to share stolen moments—quick glances during games, soft touches that sent shivers down your spine, and whispered secrets in the locker room. every practice felt electric, the chemistry between you palpable as you found little ways to connect outside the confines of work.

the team began to notice the shift, the way caitlin’s eyes lit up whenever you entered the room and the shy smiles exchanged during your interviews. lexie and aliyah could barely contain their glee, constantly nudging caitlin and whispering playful remarks that made her blush.

“so, are you two official yet?” lexie teased one afternoon, leaning back against the wall with a knowing grin. “or do we need to set up a press conference for this?”

“shut up,” caitlin shot back, though the smile on her face betrayed her. “it’s new, okay?”

aliyah rolled her eyes dramatically. “you guys are like a rom-com waiting to happen. just admit you’re in love!”

it was playful banter, but caitlin couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection for you. every time she looked at you, her heart soared. you were kind, intelligent, and so passionate about your work. it was hard to believe that you could be interested in someone like her.

then came the day of the big game—one that everyone had been waiting for. the energy in the arena was electric, the crowd buzzing with excitement. as caitlin took to the court, she could feel your eyes on her, your unwavering support grounding her amidst the chaos.

during a break in the game, caitlin caught your gaze from the sidelines and flashed a smile, her heart racing as you returned it. in that moment, everything else faded away. she was lost in you, the noise of the crowd a distant hum.

after the game, when the adrenaline still coursed through her veins, caitlin sought you out, excitement bubbling in her chest. you were surrounded by fans and teammates, but she didn’t care. she had to get to you.

“y/n!” she called, pushing through the crowd until she stood in front of you, breathless.

“great game, cait!” you beamed, and caitlin felt her heart swell. “you played amazing.”

“thanks! it felt incredible out there,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “and it felt even better knowing you were watching.”

you raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “are you trying to charm me, miss clark?”

caitlin grinned, her confidence growing. “maybe I am. what if I am?”

you stepped closer, the world around you fading as you focused solely on each other. “well, you’re doing a great job,” you admitted, your eyes sparkling.

just then, lexie appeared, a playful smirk on her face. “i’ll leave you two lovebirds to it,” she said, winking as she walked away.

caitlin turned back to you, a mix of determination and vulnerability in her gaze. “can we talk? like, really talk?”

you nodded, the excitement bubbling in your chest. “of course.”

as you both found a quiet corner of the arena, caitlin took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “i know this is all new and maybe a little crazy, but i really like you. i want to see where this goes. like, really see where this goes.”

“i want that too, cait,” you replied, your voice steady and sincere. “i didn’t think you’d feel the same way.”

caitlin smiled, a wave of relief washing over her. “it’s more than just a crush for me. you mean a lot to me, and i’d love the chance to explore this.”

with those words, the two of you leaned in, the space between you disappearing. the kiss was soft and tentative at first, then deepened as caitlin wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. everything else faded away—no teammates, no fans, just you and her in that moment.

when you finally pulled away, breathless and giddy, caitlin couldn’t help but grin. “i guess we’re officially a thing now.”

“yeah, we are,” you laughed, the sound like music to her ears. “and i can’t wait to see what happens next.”

[aphroditeinthesea]

Percy Jackson x Fem! Athena! Reader who lives opposite him in new york, and the two end up in the same school. Originally, because they were younger, reader hated Percy because he was a boy (duh) and he annoyed her and called her names, with these things follow her to camp and such. Years later, after maturing, the pair slowly share a close connection with reader realizing through five seperate occasions that she does, possibly, like the boy next door.

The five occasions are honestly up to you! (but for example it could be when reader found Percy taking care of a younger camper who had had a nightmare, or when the pair were on the train to school and, reader running a bit behind, Percy reveals that he actually has both readers fav breakfast and the days books already packed for her.

“ i should hate you ”

percy jackson x daughter of athena!reader 🌊

y/n finds herself feeling a little too much for the most annoying son of poseidon

this is a little off from the books in an attempt to avoid too much percabeth, also this is really long but it was really fun to write. omg and hunger games reference

⚠️ language

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nulla

When y/n first arrived at camp the first person she spotted filled her with rage. Perseus Jackson.

“No way Jose!” he called, walking over to her.

She crossed her arms. His dirty clothes and static hair told her that he had just gotten back from training, “how are you here? Of all places, why are you here?”

“Well, Tinky Winky, glad to see you, too.”

Tinky Winky. You dress up as a teletubbie one time in 2nd grade and suddenly you're Tinky Winky for the rest of your life, “I’m gonna head to my cabin. If I see you again, I might throw up on you.”

As she walked away, she heard him yell, “I’m the son of Poseidon, big three, you’ll be seeing a lot of me, babe!” She hated the way her stomach flipped at the name, what right did he have to call her babe?

I

She walked out of her cabin after a month of somehow successfully avoiding speaking to the boy, despite how close her sister was to him. She had free time, so she decided she would walk by the dock to get some fresh air.

She was sitting on the edge, looking at the water when she felt a particularly strong gust of wind. She tried to stand up, but slipped off the edge, falling into the lake. She flailed her arms, trying to maintain some buoyancy. She was never a good swimmer, which was apparent as she felt her lungs begin to fill with liquid as she tried to scream.

Suddenly, she was pulled back to the dock. She tried to catch her brush, coughing up buckets.

“Y/N, y/n, are you okay?” She blinked the water out of her eyes trying to make out the face. All she could see was dark hair and sickeningly green eyes.

“Percy?” She breathed out quietly.

He desperately nodded, “yeah, how long were you under there?”

“Maybe like,” she thought for a second, “20 seconds?”

He helped her up, holding onto her hand, although she urgently pulled it away, “can you breathe fine and everything?”

She nodded, “I’m fine, I’m just gonna go dry off.” She began walking off before stopping and turning back around towards him, “thanks, Percy.”

II

She ran through the woods during a game of capture the flag while clutching a dagger in one hand. She came to a sudden stop as she heard quiet voices. She hid behind a tree bur peeked over to try and see who it was.

There she saw Percy kneeling on the ground next to a younger camper.

“Don’t worry about them,” he mentioned, “the Ares kids are all bark no bite. I would know,” he joked, offering a kind smile.

She noticed the tears coming out of the child’s eyes, “are you sure, because they were saying how-”

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, “they talk to you like that again, you can tell me and I’ll flood their cabin.”

The kid chuckled, causing a grin to find its way to y/n’s face as she watched the scene unfold.

“Now,” Percy stood up and patted the child’s shoulder, “go get that flag.”

The younger boy nodded before running off once again.

Percy brushed off his clothes, suddenly locking eyes with the daughter of Athena, “hey, Alfalfa.”

She tilted her head in confusion, “what?”

He laughed, “your hair.”

She sighed, brushing her fingers through the top of her hair to make sure there were no floating strands, “better, wiseass?”

He smirked, reaching forward and moving a piece of hair behind her ear, “there.”

She felt blood rush to her face, “I’ve gotta go,” she muttered as she ran off. She heard a laugh from behind her, but she carried on, trying not to think of him anymore.

III

She figured the fates must hate her, after all, she was stuck on a quest with the person she hated most. Or that’s what she wanted to say at least. She hated Percy Jackson. She had known him her whole life, and all he had been ws obnoxious.

“I’m as happy with this as you are, y/n,” he interrupted her thoughts as he spoke, “but we should at least talk.”

“About what?” She coldly answered, not even looking at him.

He thought briefly, “what’s your favorite color?”

“Oh, now you’ve gone too far,” she joked.

He smiled in return, “seriously, I’ve known you forever, what is it?”

“F/c,” she answered, glancing over at him.

“See, I never would’ve known that.”

“What’s yours?”

“Blue,” he replied, “reminds me of the ocean.”

“Conceited much?”

“What? That’s not-”

“Whatever you say, fish boy.”

He shook his head, “that’s really creative, wow.” He stopped in his steps in front of a convenience store, “I’m gonna go grab a snack.”

“Percy, there’s more important things right now than your stomach.”

“Right, yeah, whatever,” he brushed her off as he walked into the store.

She groaned, “that idiot.” She nervously looked around, sure she was a demigod, but she was still a teenage girl alone in a city. She felt that those five minutes went on for ages before Percy came back out.

“Here,” he spoke as he handed her a bag.

“What’s this?” She asked, opening the bag to find a package of chips.

“You used to bring a bag of those everyday in middle school,” he added while opening his own chips.

She smiled at how he remembered, “I’m surprised you even noticed.”

“You're hard to miss.”

IV

She wanted to scream looking in the mirror. Purple. Her hair was purple. She couldn't figure out what happened, she used the same shampoo and conditioner as always. She rushed to find her shampoo bottle and open it up. As she took off the cap, she was met with the burning smell of hair dye. She cursed herself for not realizing it before.

She stepped out of the bathroom to find only Annabeth and Percy discussing something while sitting on the former’s bed. They looked at her, surprised.

“Really living up to that Tinky Winky name, huh?”

“Shut up, Jackson!”

Her sister ran to her side, “what happened?”

“I don't know, I washed my hair and- and-”

“The Stolls,” Percy commented, walking over to her.

“Oh my gods,” she mumbled, “why- why-”

“They’re morons, that’s why,” Annabeth said.

Y/N breathed heavily as she tried to stop herself from crying. After all, it was her hair, what did her hair matter? It’s not like she was Aphrodite’s daughter. But, she hated to admit how much it meant to her.

Percy bit his lip, “I’ll be right back,” he mentioned as he made his way out og the cabin.

Soon after, she heard yelling from outside. Her and her sister looked out the window to see what the ordeal was.

“-It’s temporary, it’s not like it's a big deal,” Travis Stoll was defending.

“There is a girl in there crying because of you two!” She was confused why Percy was so angered by this.

“It’s funny-”

“It’s not funny, you ass, she did nothing, why would you do some shit like that to her?”

Chiron suddenly rushed to the scene, standing between the two boys, “what is going on here?”

“Percy’s mad because we dyed his girlfriend’s hair purple.”

Oh, Oh. She was made more confused by the way her heartbeat quickened at being called his girlfriend. She didn't care, he was Percy. She didn't care. She didn't care.

V

To say she was panicked would be an understatement. Percy and Annabeth had been sent on a quest, where only Annabeth returned in tears. As far as she said, Percy wasn't dead, he was missing. They had been fighting a group of monsters, when she turned around and Percy was gone.

Y/N sat at breakfast, unable to eat. She poked at her food, but her stomach was so nauseous, she could barely look at the food. That was until she heard gasps and cheers. She turned around to find Perseus Jackson walking, looking disheveled.

She quickly stood up and ran over to the boy, wrapping him a hug. He was taken aback but enclosed his arms around her waist.

She deeply breathed, pulling away from him. Her hands held onto his face like she was trying to make sure he was real, “I thought you were fucking dead,” she cried.

“I’m pretty glad I’m not.”

She giggled, though tears still streamed down her face. She stayed looking at him, just taking in every feature of his face, every scar, every color in his eyes, and the pink of his lips. She soon enough clashed her lips with his. She didn't care that she knew all of his friends were watching, all she could care about was that he was alive. She did kinda care about the fact that he smelled like raw tuna, but she could look past that for right now.

They separated for air, but their foreheads rested against one another, letting them stare into each other’s eyes.

“You're a pretty good kisser, Tinky Winky.”

“Thanks. You could do better, Spongebob.”

He chuckled, “wanna try again?”

[allthelovehes]

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Summary: You just moved into your new apartment and your new neighbour turns out to be the author of the smutty book you're currently reading.

Pairing: Author/Neighbour!Harry x Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: Smut, basically strangers, it's cute tho.

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The first few weeks of living in your new apartment were, thankfully, relatively uneventful. You had managed to find a new job and keep your finances balanced, and the building you were in seemed to be relatively clean and well-maintained, and you'd never seen anyone who you thought would have a problem with you.

You travel back and forth between work by bus, not really feeling the need to have a car in the big city. Plus it gives you the perfect opportunity to read a good book, something you love but always slips in the cracks of your busy life.

It's the last day of work before your weekend, and you're on the bus home deep into a chapter of the book you're reading, everything is going perfectly fine. You're excited for the weekend as you still have a few boxes to unpack and some cleaning and organization that needs to get done.

You've been so into the book you're reading, that when you realize the bus just drove past your usual stop, you're shocked.

“Oh, shit.” You mutter under your breath as you try to think of what to do. You could just walk the few blocks back to your stop, the weather is fine anyway. You press the button, the bus comes to a halt at the next stop and you step off, thanking the driver for the ride. You begin walking, a tote on your shoulder and the book still in hand.

The streets aren't busy, it's not a particularly busy part of the city, and it's a beautiful afternoon. The sun is shining and there is a slight breeze, but not too much. You can hear the birds chirping and see the small kids playing in the nearby park, all in all a nice day.

You reach your building after a few minutes of walking, and the front door is unlocked and ajar, so you let yourself in and start to head towards the stairwell. When you reach the right floor, you spot your neighbour coming out of their apartment, the one you had seen the first night you'd arrived.

He was tall, much taller than you, and wearing a t-shirt that clung to his form nicely, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal a collection of tattoos that ran all the way down to his hands. His hair was curly and looked incredibly soft and you wanted nothing more than to run your hands through it. His jaw was chiselled, sporting a stubble. He looked good, really good.

“Hey.” He says, his voice deep and smooth, and you can't help but notice the accent he has. “I haven't seen you around before, are you the new neighbour?”

“Yeah, I moved in a couple of weeks ago.” You reply. “My name is Y/N.”

“It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Harry.” He extends a hand and you shake it. You notice the rings on his fingers, they're large, but not tacky, and they suit him. He looks at the book in your other hand and chuckles, “A reader, eh?”

“Yeah, I've always loved reading, and this one is really good, I've been wanting to finish it, so I'm glad I missed my stop, I was so deep into the story I hadn't even noticed.” You chuckle and it's then when Harry notices what book you have in hand, his book.

“Hey, wait a second. You're reading my book!” He points at the cover.

“Oh, you wrote this? Well, now I feel kinda embarrassed.” You say, laughing, trying to hide the embarrassment and your blushing cheeks. The story is based around quite a few explicit sex scenes, and you're hoping he won't bring it up.

“I'm just messing with ya. I'm actually quite flattered.” He chuckles.

You talk for a few more minutes and then go on your way. He is funny and kind, and his smile is one that you know you would kill to see. His eyes are bright, and you love the way his curls move when he laughs.

As you make your way to your apartment, you're smiling to yourself, thinking about how good-looking your new neighbour is. He seems kind and easy-going, and you wonder if you'll ever be able to spend more time with him.

When you get to your apartment, you drop your things, kick off your shoes and throw yourself onto your sofa. You sigh and close your eyes, taking a moment to process the day, and what just happened.

Knowing the man who came up with those incredible sex scenes was living right across the hall from you, is driving you absolutely wild. You're not sure why you're reacting the way you are, you have no business thinking about him like that. But he's just so fucking hot, and his accent, and his body, and the way his arms looked...

You feel your skin begin to heat up, and a tingling between your legs, and before you even realise, your hand is down the front of your jeans. You start touching yourself, and all you can think of is him, and the words he has written. Your breathing becomes heavier and you close your eyes, imagining him doing these things to you, his lips and hands exploring your body.

You're abruptly ripped from your fantasy by a knock on the door, and you jump and scramble to pull your hand from your pants.

“Fuck.” You hiss under your breath, and run your fingers through your hair, trying to get it to look presentable. You look through the peephole in the door and your eyes widen, there stands Harry, and he's holding a bottle of wine. You take a deep breath and open the door, trying to appear as composed as possible.

“Oh, hi.” You say, smiling, but you're nervous. “What can I do for you, Harry?”

“Hey, Y/N, I just came to drop off some wine.” He seems nervous. “I figured since you're new it'd be a nice thing to do.”

“That's very sweet of you, thank you.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” He turns and starts to walk back to his own apartment.

“Harry, wait!” You shout, and he turns back to face you.

“Yes, love?” His British accent thick.

“Do you want to come in? I'll pour us some wine.”

“Yeah, that'd be lovely.” He follows you into the apartment. You take the wine from him and pour two glasses. You hand him the glass and sit down next to him, making sure to keep some distance between you.

You chat for a while, sipping your wine, and you find yourself enjoying his company. He tells you about his writing and how he's working on another book, and that he's glad that you've enjoyed the one he already published. You tell him about yourself, about how much you love to read, and he tells you he'll send you copies of the other books he has published.

The wine is flowing, and so is the conversation. Harry is really nice, and you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him. The bottle is empty and your cheeks are flushed, but not just from the alcohol.

“Well, I should probably head home.” Harry says, and the disappointment is evident on your face.

“No, don't leave yet.” You protest, and his eyes lock with yours. “I'm enjoying your company.”

“Well, alright. I can stay a bit longer.” He says, smiling.

You're not sure why, but you feel compelled to lean forward and kiss him. Maybe it's the wine, or the fact that he's just so fucking hot, or the stories and sex scenes in the book he had written. You're not sure, but something is driving you crazy, and you need him. Your lips crash against his, and it takes a moment for him to register what's happening. But when he kisses back, your heart flutters and your stomach feels like it's doing somersaults.

You pull away and stare at him for a moment, and he looks at you with a mixture of lust and surprise in his eyes.

“Sorry.” You mutter. “I shouldn't have-“

He cuts you off by leaning in and kissing you again, this time deeper, and more passionate. His tongue finds its way into your mouth and your tongues collide, tasting each other. He pulls away and stares into your eyes, his lips slightly swollen and a smirk on his face.

“You're a good kisser.” He whispers.

“So are you.” You reply, a smile spreading across your lips.

He leans back in, kissing you more roughly than before, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. He begins trailing kisses down your neck and jawline, eliciting small whimpers and moans from you. He makes his way down your collarbones and chest, then moves back up to your ear.

“Y/N.” He whispers. “May I take this off?”

“Please.” You reply, almost begging. He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head, revealing the lacy bra underneath. He stares at your breasts for a moment, drinking them in, before he dives down and sucks at the exposed skin. He moves to your other breast and does the same, and his other hand begins to unbutton his own shirt.

He removes his shirt, revealing his tattoos, and you can't help but stare. He has a slim yet muscular frame, and his arms are toned and strong. You trace the ink on his chest and torso with your fingers, and he watches your reaction with a smirk.

He stands up and grabs your waist, picking you up and setting you on the kitchen island. He leans down and kisses you again, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You can feel his erection through his jeans, and it's big, really big. You can't help but let out a moan at the thought of him fucking you with that monster.

He reaches around and unclasps your bra, pulling it off and exposing your breasts. He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it, while his hand plays with the other. You throw your head back and moan, grabbing at his curls and tugging slightly. He lets out a groan and grinds his hips against yours, and you can feel his cock harden even more.

“Harry.” You moan. “I want you.”

He removes his mouth from your breast and looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust.

“Are you sure, love?” He asks, his accent sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, please.” You beg, and he smirks. You're so eager and it's making him impossibly harder. He undoes his belt and his pants fall to the floor. You stare at his cock hiding in his black boxers, and your mouth waters. It's long and thick, and you know that it's going to feel amazing. He pulls off his boxers, and his cock springs free, standing proudly.

He grabs your jeans and tugs them down, revealing the matching pair of lace panties. He groans as he looks at you, and his fingers hook under the fabric, pulling them down your legs.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking beautiful.” He breathes, taking in the sight of you. You're completely naked and exposed in front of him, and he can't help but marvel at how perfect you are. He leans in and kisses you, and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him close. He grinds his hips against yours, his cock rubbing against your wetness. He's teasing you, and it's driving you insane.

“Harry, please.” You whine, and he smirks.

“Please, what?” He teases, continuing his slow grinding.

“Please fuck me.”

He groans and searches for his wallet, finding a condom. He slides it on and lines his cock up with your entrance, pushing in slowly. He fills you up completely, and you cry out, arching your back. He lets you adjust to his size before he starts moving. He sets a slow and steady pace, and you're moaning and whimpering.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp. “You're so big.”

“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He groans. He thrusts his hips, his cock sliding in and out of you. You reach down and begin rubbing your clit, and the extra stimulation has you seeing stars. No wonder the smut in his books is good, the man himself knows exactly what he's doing.

His pace quickens and his breathing becomes laboured. He leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the sounds that escape your mouth. He picks you up from the countertop and carries you over to the sofa, never breaking his rhythm. He lays you down and continues pounding into you, and you can feel the pressure building.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You moan, and he reaches down to rub your clit.

“Come for me, baby.” He growls, and that's all it takes for you to come undone. You scream his name and arch your back as the orgasm rips through you. He keeps his pace, thrusting harder and faster, prolonging your pleasure.

When you come down from your high, he pulls out and grabs your legs, flipping you onto your stomach. He positions himself behind you and pushes back in, causing you both to moan. His hands grip your hips and he begins pounding into you, and his grunts fill the room.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're so fucking tight.” He groans, his voice thick with lust.

“Oh, god, Harry.” You moan. The sound of skin slapping skin and the scent of sex fills the air. He reaches around and starts rubbing your clit, and the pleasure is almost too much for you to handle. He thrusts his hips, filling you completely.

“Come for me again, love.” He commands.

“Yes, Harry, fuck.” You cry out, your walls tightening around his cock. You know that anyone passing by your apartment would definitely hear the sounds of sex, but you don't care. The only thing that matters is the feeling of him inside you.

You come undone once more, and he fucks you through your orgasm. He moans, his thrusts becoming erratic. You turn him on so much, he never wants to stop fucking you. His cock slides out of you and he pulls you back up, turning you around to face him.

“I want you to ride me, love.” He growls, his voice deep and rough. You straddle him, your wetness coating his cock. He positions himself at your entrance and you slide down, moaning as he fills you again. You start moving, your hips rocking against his.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.” He moans, and his hands grip your hips, guiding you. Your pace quickens and you can feel yourself getting close again. You look at him and his eyes are filled with lust and desire, and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

Harry's lips crash into yours and his hands tangle in your hair. He breaks the kiss and his mouth moves to your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. You let out a string of curses and he groans against your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses down to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He nibbles and sucks on it, and his tongue swirls around it.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan.

“Do you like that, love?” He asks, looking up at you with dark eyes.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” You reply, your voice wavering.

He continues his assault on your breasts, switching from one to the other. Your breathing is heavy and you can feel the pressure building again.

“Harry, I'm so close.” You breathe.

“Me too, baby. Come for me.” He growls, his fingers rubbing your clit. The combination of his cock filling you his mouth on your nipples and his fingers stroking your clit sends you over the edge, and you scream his name, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your walls clench around his cock and he loses it, his thrusts become more erratic, and his breathing is laboured. He moans your name, and the sound is like music to your ears. He comes hard, and his cock pulses inside you.

You both collapse, breathing heavily. Your heart is racing and you can't believe what just happened. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You lie there in his arms, trying to catch your breath, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Harry says, breaking the silence. “That was incredible.”

“Mhm, you're far better than your books.”

“Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.” He chuckles. You snuggle into his arms, and he holds you tight. You've never felt so safe and secure in someone's arms, and you know that you're already falling for him.

[breezybangtanbebe]

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

ExBoyfriendYoongi sighs out the rhetorical, his head leaning back against the head rest of his chair. The warmth of your wet mouth encapsulates him, taking his length as far back as your throat would allow.

Showing up at his studio was risky, especially after the way you two ended. Something about you not being mature enough for what he was offering or your lack of understanding when it came to his schedule. You werent 100% on what really sent Yoongi over the edge, but it was neither the first or last time he’d say he was done. Although you were worried ,even if for a second, that he’d given a tip off to security not to let you up.

You gaze up at him seductively, loving the way Yoongi’s normally stoic expression shifted to parted lips and furrowed brows of ecstasy. It was the main reason you got on your knees for him, to watch him crumble and squirm instead hearing him fuss. To expose the kink in the armor he normally wore to protect himself from women like you.

The beautiful, irresistible, antagonistic kind.

After slurping him up loudly, you pull off of him to go back to stroking his slick shiny shaft. In reaction to your expert touch, Yoongi’s hips lift him from his seat and his lips form a silent ‘o’ as he watches your hands glide up and down. Your lips spread into a sultry smile.

“I know.” you purr, lips still grazing the fat tip of your ex boyfriend’s dick. As you continue to stroke him, Yoongi smirks down at you ironically, perking your brow at your response.

“Aw you just know, huh?” he grunts, bucking his hips a little when you sqeeze his tip.

“Uh huh.” you nod open mouthed as you slide Yoongi’s dick back towards your throat.

“Fuck.” he moans loudly. It was a shame that the room was sound proof and no out outside would hear the way you made him feel.

You might have liked that.

Lewd sounds fill his studio from then. Yoongi’s groans and slurred curses. Your depraved moans, slurping and gawking when your throat is barely capable of handling his length and girth. Everytime his tip went past your tonsils, your watery eyes rolled back.

It was always a sight Yoongi loved.

He abruptly rises from his chair and takes hold of your head, gently at first, his hands resting on either side of your face before pushing himself deeper. You yelp around him at the stretch but dont pull away, merely looking up at him helplessly as he pulls back and fucks into your mouth slowly.

“Ooh shit.. You just know I love this mouth too, dont you?” Yoongi growls.

“Mmmhmm...” he hums knowingly. He takes a fist full of your hair in his hand to keep you planted in front of him and your hands go to lay flat against his thighs. Theres a bit if resistance when his tip hits the back of tiur tgroat particularly hard but Yoongu doesnt let you off easy.

“Uh uhn, this is what you wanted right? Besides come up here, interrupt my work, piss me off even more....” he pauses to grind hus dick into your throat before pulling you off of him. You sputter and cough as soon as youre able to breathe but Yoongi immediately grabs your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“Now that there isnt a dick in your throat, you should be able to talk. Now answer me...” he snaps, that mean look in his eye almost scaring you. If your pussy wasnt dripping down your thighs right now, you might have been.

You blink up at him widely, shiny spit-soaked lips sparkling as much as your eyes.

“This is what I wanted.” you rasp, still panting. Yoongi kisses his teeth as he regarded you with mild disgust before pushing your head back down his length.

“Yeah I bet. Open. Open your fucking mouth..” he growls, not in the mood to hear any more.

Your nose is tickled by the neatly maintained patch of hairs on his pelvis, your eyes watering as the urge to gag mounts.

But you dont. You only take him the way you knew you deserved to.

And after he cums hard and you swallow every drop, he was sure to fuck you into the sleeper sofa behind him. Not gentle at all. Just the way you deserved.

[desperate-gay]

Your fiancé is insufferable.

When she’s showering you with kisses all over your face after games and whispering phrases that make your heart swell, you forget the fact of the matter. But when you’re ruining each other for anyone else in the confined walls of your bedroom, she reminds you of it every time.

Mary Earps is insufferable.

“Baby, no…”

“Baby, yes.” She returns with that signature smirk of hers that makes your body reset for the fifth orgasm of the night. Almost.

She’s laid down on her back, knees bent, and one arm stretched over your lower back. The other is adjusting the strap that was the reason for the recent two orgasms. The other three were because like you said, she loves being a nuisance in the bedroom. Making you so sensitive, you’re an aching mess post session.

You’re on top of her with your legs over her waist and hands on her stomach trying to find anything to hold onto in efforts of focusing more on your grip versus the slow grinds Mary has started with her own hips again.

“Just give me one more. You’re so beautiful.”

You whine and moan and it was already too much a few minutes ago. She knows you and your body more than yourself sometimes, so you’d be lying if you even entertained the idea of her crossing boundaries. Maybe you just didn’t want to be a riled up mess in her arms. This led to endless teases of the effect she had on you.

“Oh my god, Mary.” You cry out and quickly move your hands under her back, hugging her. Needing something, anything, to hold onto tightly. You feel so vulnerable, but safe all at the same time. Your face is buried into her neck and your noises are right in her ear. This was her favorite part of you straddling her.

Mary goes insane when you turn to her for comfort and safety. That’s why she loves making you as a vulnerable as possible. No one else gets to see this side of you, not if she has anything to say about it. Your writhing moans, cries, and nail marks that you leave all over her body. Mary is the name you’re yelling or whispering during your most exposed moments.

You went from bouncing up and down like a wild animal, taking what’s yours, to surrendering all control to her as she moved away from slow grinds and now rough slams up and down. Your thighs are getting tight around hers now, trying to feel anything but how she feels inside of you.

“Feels good, yeah? This is all I thought about at night in my hotel room. Let me make you feel good now.”

You can feel tears pricking at your eyes. In bed, at her hands, is the only time Mary tolerates you having an innocent cry. Any other time, for any other reason, breaks her heart. It makes her cold knowing that you can feel sadness or hurt. It introduces another side of her that makes you love your fiancé all the more.

But this side, right here right now. The one that’s going back and forth between fast thrusts and slow grinds makes you want to throw your engagement ring across the room.

“Just give it to me, please…”

The hand that made your ass cheeks red just a few minutes ago moves to grip your hair and rip your face away from her neck. She wants you to look at her, while you came undone.

“Look at me, fiancé.”

She’s fucking smirking.

You’re usually vocal and communicative, telling her how good she makes you feel and how her hands work wonders. But you’re lost for words at just how smug she looks after putting you in such a damning position. Minutes ago, you’re trying to move away and now she is getting her way, as expected.

You know what? You were going to make her suffer a bit too.

You pulled your head down into a soft kiss and moaned into her mouth which led her to readjust. The strap hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you and Mary (being oh so attentive to just how violent your hips moved in response) maintained that position so the long awaited orgasm would arrive just a little bit sooner for you.

She tried to pull away from the kiss to catch her breath with her forehead resting on yours, but you smashed your lips right back into her. Biting her bottom lip in the process. Like you said, let’s wind her up a bit too.

“I would’ve orgasmed by now if it was at the hands of-“

She doesn’t let you finish your sentence. You’re getting bratty which means she’s not making you weak enough. Your words are swallowed up instead by the quick hands slapping your ass and rapid thrusts into you cunt.

“Fuck, stop. Mary, oh my god.”

“Stop? You don’t mean that.”

You’re screaming now and your hands are at the sides of her head on the pillow with your face turned to the right and eyes clenched. It’s so much and she’s right which makes it worse. You don’t mean it all.

The hand that has been going back and forth between your ass and face comes back to grab your cheek and turn it to face straight towards her.

“You’ll never be at the hands of anyone else. Don’t say dumb things because you’re too fucked to think straight.”

Shit, that’s getting you off. Her possessiveness always makes you a stuttering mess. You’re closer and with the pace of her thrusts that are absolutely relentless, the orgasm is unavoidable.

“I’m sorry I’m- FUCK. Mary, I’m coming.”

“Louder, get louder.”

You’re able to get a glance at the woman under you and it’s apparent that she’s getting off of your every movement as well. Your noises, your body, your showcase of being a brat even. You chanted out her name even louder as she smiled up at you, continuing to grind her hips inside you in a vile motion whilst you rode out your orgasm.

Everything is suddenly a blur and you think the movements that are still being initiating by Mary are for her more than they are for yourself.

“You okay, love?”

You don’t respond. You face has found her neck once more and now she’s tracing gentle circles on your back. You need a moment because what the fuck. Your legs are still twitching in some moments and just knowing how much Mary will rejoice in it gives you the strength to pick your head back up.

“Why can’t you just be normal?”

She chuckles at that and widens her eyes, almost as if she’s looking at you like you’re being ridiculous.

“Normal? What’s weird about taking care of the sexual fire ignited by my lover?”

“Five, Earps. I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, I think.”

“You’ve taken more.”

“They weren’t that intense back to back,” You roll your eyes playfully and damn those eyes of hers have you losing yourself in them. Post sex and they’re lustful, but also just such a reminder of your Mary at the same time. “You’ll be in the doghouse next time.”

“Oh Mary .. Just give it to me Mary .. my god …”

She’s mocking your noises and words now and you hastily move to get off of her, ignoring the feeling that the removal of the strap does to your cunt. She knows all the buttons to press.

You hear her laugh and her strong hands which you can’t compete with drag you back down on the bed. There she is, showering you with kisses all over your cheeks. Then your forehead, right under your eyes, on your chin. Then lastly, just so softly right on your lips.

“Marry me.”

You smirk and it scares you just how perfect everything feels. “I already am.” You say as you lift your hand with your ring finger having the rock she gifted to you a few weeks ago after you said yes almost immediately when she popped the question.

That makes Mary smile and kiss you once more.

“Why did you say that comment about someone else’s hands? I didn’t like that.”

“I’m sorry. It’s like you said, I was too dazed by you fucking the life out of me, Earps. Needed to give you payback.”

“Okay. But I didn’t like it.”

“Well, I hope not.”

It’s your turn to laugh this time and you give her a comforting kiss on her shoulder to ease the disgusted look on her face. She is without a doubt, picturing you with someone else. You make a mental note of apologizing to her in your naughty way another night.

The moment is followed by silence and you guys are just looking at each other like you’re the only people not in the room, but the world. At least that’s how it feels.

“You’re perfect, baby.”

“Mary…”

“You are.”

“Nothing and nobody is perfect.”

“You’re the closest thing.”

She whispers the last sentence so so softly and your heart is racing fast. She gives you butterflies, makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, and reduces you to putty all within the span of hours? Minutes? You’re ruined. You’re so fucked. The solace is that she’s with you, forever.

“Don’t make me cry.”

“Okay. Give me a kiss.”

You move up to kiss her and it’s the most intimate part of the night. Because it’s after you’ve come undone, after she’s taken care of you. It’s after you’ve clarified that you’re marrying her and there’s no one else for you.

Your fiancé is insufferable. But she’s yours. And you’re hers.

okay WHOEVER this is make fics bc omg

[miumura]

( 🎬 ) — KNOW ME ; HEESEUNG SHORT FIC

“ this liquors got me faded, talking crazy ”

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 spending a night with your drunk best friend makes you realize you don’t know them as well as you think you do. because, if you knew him, you would’ve known about his feelings for you.

— PAIRING best-friend!hee x best-friend!fem!reader

— GENRE angst, one sided love (or is it), friends 2 ???

— WARNINGS INSPIRED BY “KNOW ME” BY DPR LIVE, drinking n hee gets drunk (reader doesnt)

— WORD COUNT 0.8K+ ( 863 )

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 hi guys 😊🤍 back on that angst writing grind (i may or may not have lied) bc i love angst !!! anyways i love love love know me by dpr live 😜

Heeseung had a particularly stressful day, prompting him to drown his worries in alcohol during your planned hangout. You've observed his increasing tension over the past few days, leading to the drinking session. Hesitant to pry, you intervened as he reached for another shot, expressing concern about his consumption. "Isn't this your fourth bottle? That seems like quite a lot, don't you think?"

"No, it isn't," he hiccupped, attempting to retrieve the bottle as you evaded his grasp.

"You don't have a high alcohol tolerance, Hee," you chuckled, observing him rest his head on the table. Concerned, you asked, "What's been bothering you lately? Is it work?"

“Do you really think it’s because of work?” Heeseung raised his head, glasses slipping down, purple hair almost covering his eyes. With a flushed face, he maintained intense eye contact. Confused, you responded, "Huh?"

"Do you trust what I say?" he slurred, the effects of alcohol evident in his words.

"Of course I do—why wouldn't I?" you reassured.

"Maybe you shouldn't," he mumbled. Perplexed, you asked, "Hee, what are you saying?"

"How much do you think you know about me?" he posed a sudden question, causing you to pause. “Do you even know me?”

"I think I know a lot. I know of your favorite drink, our favorite show, your ice cream order—everything I should know. What don't I know?" you responded.

"How much I think and stress about you. How I look at you, how I take care of you, how I pay so much attention to you…If you knew me—you’d know that too." he admitted, slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes. Stunned by the unexpected confession, you froze. "I don't... I don't understand what you mean by that."

"I worry about us, mainly I worry about myself. Why? Because you're all I think about," he continued, his honesty cutting through the room. You listened, sensing the urgency of what he needed to let out of his chest.

Heeseung took a deep breath, grappling with the unspoken. Feeling his eyelids droop, he still continues on. "There are things I've never shared, thoughts that consume me. I know we promised to be there for each other when we needed anything, and I'm sorry for breaking it. But, I really couldn't find a way to tell you this. I need you to understand that I've tried my best to ignore these feelings, but I can't."

Opening his eyes, he held your gaze. "I think I like you, YN." The revelation hung in the air, leaving the room charged with unspoken emotions.

“You like me?”

“Yeah. I fell deep. I fell for everything about you–your smile, your jokes, your calmness, everything. You’re practically perfect. Just…just give me a chance you love you right.”

Heeseung's revelation weighed heavily on you, rendering you momentarily speechless. His intense gaze held yours, making it challenging to find the right words. After a gulp, you broke eye contact and finally uttered, "Wow, Hee... I'm at a loss for words. I don’t even know what to say." The room resonated with the gravity of unspoken emotions, and uncertainty hung thick in the air.

"What do you mean?" Heeseung wore a confused expression, not expecting this response. This was not like those sweet drunken confessions—had he perhaps drunk too much? You intervened, cutting through his thoughts.

"I really appreciate that you are being honest with me—and I wish you would’ve told me sooner," you expressed, your eyes slightly glimmering, your stomach tying itself into knots. Was he going to get the answer he yearned for?

"Because?" Heeseung slurred, staring at you, hopeful for those sweet words. A heavy silence descended upon the room, carrying the weight of unspoken feelings and the acknowledgment of a friendship forever altered.

"But Hee, you know I can't love you back," you whispered, the truth hanging heavily in the air.

Heeseung froze. "Oh." The disappointment in his voice echoed through the room, marking the poignant end of a hope that had lingered in the unspoken spaces between you. He was just confused. What did you both know?

Heeseung never wanted to be pushy, but the words eventually spilled out. "Did you…find someone better? Or don’t feel the same way…?" He just wanted closure.

"Heeseung, you're drunk," you frowned slightly, a sad glint in your eyes that couldn't go unnoticed.

"So?" he hiccuped.

"I’ll...I’ll tell you later, yeah? Let’s just get you home." As you were about to get up, Heeseung's shoulders slumped as he sighed, a sense of disappointment and vulnerability washing over him. "I just needed to be honest with you, YN...so why can’t you be honest with me?”

"I'm glad you're honest with me…" you said as you put his coat onto him, watching him look up at you as you did so. “And I can’t tell you right now. You just—you just deserve way better.”

"So you’re telling me that I'll just have to find someone who will love me like I do for you, right?" Heeseung managed a faint smile, though sadness lingered in his eyes. “If that’s what you want.”

"I'm sorry, Heeseung," you apologized, the weight of the moment palpable. Your vision was slightly getting blurrier by the second. "I really am."

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[elryuse]

hey, you ok doing a soft yandere Isa fic? Especially with her recent hairstyle

Here With Me

Yandere Isa X Male Reader

Isa's POV

I remember the exact moment I saw him. The conference room was a sea of anxious faces, but his stood out like a beacon. Y/n. Young, bright-eyed, with a sprinkle of chaos in his perfectly tousled hair. He was a stark contrast to the stiff professionalism that usually filled this space. I was assigned to be his mentor, a role I'd filled many times before, but something about this one felt different.

There was an infectious energy about him. He laughed easily, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and his questions were always eager, never dull. Each mentoring session was a breath of fresh air amidst the often mundane tasks of my job. I found myself looking forward to our meetings, something I hadn't done in years.

I tried to be professional, to maintain a distance, but the more I interacted with him, the harder it became. There was a warmth in his smile that seemed to seep into me, a comfort in his presence that I'd never experienced before. My heart, a steady drumbeat most days, started to race whenever he was near. I caught myself studying him without meaning to, memorizing the way his eyes sparkled, the way his laughter could light up a room.

I was falling, hard and fast. It was a terrifying and exhilarating feeling all at once. I was a woman of routine, of order, and here I was, feeling like a whirlwind had swept through my carefully constructed world. I tried to ignore it, to push the feelings down, but they were relentless.

One evening, after a particularly long day, I found myself alone in my apartment. The silence was deafening. The usual comfort of solitude was replaced by a gnawing emptiness. I reached for my phone, my fingers hovering over Y/n's contact. Should I? I hesitated, a million thoughts racing through my mind. Professional boundaries, inappropriate behavior, the risk of rejection - they all flashed before me. But the longing to connect with him was stronger.

I sent the message, my heart pounding in my chest. A simple, almost casual greeting. The wait for his reply felt like an eternity. When his message finally popped up, I felt a surge of relief. We texted back and forth, the conversation flowing effortlessly. It was as if we could talk for hours without running out of things to say.

With each message, I felt a deeper connection to him. It was like discovering a hidden part of myself, a part that was alive and vibrant. I found myself smiling like an idiot whenever my phone buzzed with a notification from him.

Days turned into weeks, and my feelings for Y/n only grew stronger. I was becoming hopelessly infatuated. But how could I tell him? I was his mentor, for goodness sake. It was inappropriate, unprofessional, and probably career-ending. And yet, the thought of not telling him was even more painful.

One afternoon, as we were walking out of the office together, he turned to me and said, "You know, I'm really lucky to have you as a mentor."

My heart skipped a beat. "I'm lucky to have you as a mentee," I managed to reply, my voice steady, but my insides churning.

He smiled, that heart-stopping smile. "Thanks. You're the best."

And there it was, my chance. The universe had handed me an opening, and I had to take it. I took a deep breath, my mind racing. "Y/n," I began, my voice barely a whisper.

My heart hammered in my chest. I had to say something, to spill my heart out. The words were a jumbled mess in my head, but I had to try. “Y/n,” I began again, my voice barely a whisper.

His eyes widened in surprise, and I could feel my face flushing. “Yeah, Isa-sunbaenim?” he replied, his voice soft.

I took a deep breath. “I… I have feelings for you.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them.

His eyes went wide, then he blinked rapidly, as if trying to process what I just said. His face turned a deep shade of crimson, and for a moment, I thought he might faint.

“Isa-sunbaenim, I…” he stammered, his voice barely audible.

“I know it’s sudden, and it’s probably inappropriate, and I’m so sorry if this is weird or uncomfortable…” I rambled on, my anxiety mounting.

He cut me off with a soft chuckle. “No, no, it’s not weird at all,” he said, his voice gaining strength. “I just… I didn’t expect this.”

I looked at him, my heart pounding. “I know. I’m so sorry if I’ve overstepped.”

He shook his head. “No, you haven’t. It’s just… surprising.” He paused, his eyes searching my face. “I mean, you’re my mentor, my sunbaenim. You’re so... composed and professional.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Is that a bad thing?”

He shook his head vigorously. “No, no, it’s not. It’s just… different. I’ve always looked up to you. You’re smart, strong, and incredibly capable. I’ve always admired you from afar.”

My heart melted. “You admire me?” I whispered, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.

He nodded, his eyes serious. “I do. And now, I think I might be falling for you too.”

My breath caught in my throat. “Really?”

He smiled, a shy, hesitant smile that made my heart flutter. “Really.”

I couldn’t believe it. The boy I had been secretly pining for felt the same way about me. It was like a dream come true.

“I’ve noticed you too, you know,” he continued, his voice low. “The way your eyes light up when you talk about work. The way you laugh when you think no one is looking. The way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating.”

I felt my face burning. He was noticing everything.

“You’re beautiful, Isa-sunbaenim,” he said softly.

My heart soared. No one had ever called me beautiful before.

“And you’re adorable, Y/n,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

He grinned. “So, does this mean we can start dating?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think that would be a good start.”

We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the world fading away around us. It was as if the only two people in existence were me and him.

“I want to take care of you, Isa-sunbaenim,” he said, his voice filled with determination.

My heart melted. I wanted to be taken care of by him.

“I want to protect you,” he continued, his eyes burning with intensity.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. His words were both comforting and terrifying.

“I want you to be mine,” he finished, his voice low and possessive.

I felt a surge of protectiveness towards him. He was so young, so innocent. I wanted to shield him from the world.

“You’re mine already, Y/n,” I replied, my voice soft.

He smiled, a triumphant look in his eyes. “Good.”

We stood there for a long moment, our bodies close, our hearts racing. Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me.

It was a gentle kiss, full of promise and hope. And as our lips met, I knew that my life would never be the same again.

Days turned into weeks, and my feelings for Y/n only deepened. I was obsessed with him, in the best possible way. I wanted to spend every waking moment with him, to know everything about him, to be a part of his world.

I started to become possessive of him. I didn’t like it when he talked to other girls, and I was jealous of his friends. I wanted all of his attention, all of his time.

But I didn’t care. I was in love with him, and I would do anything to keep him happy.

Our relationship blossomed like a rare orchid, delicate and precious. Y/n was my world, my sun, moon, and stars, all rolled into one intoxicating package. My possessiveness grew with each passing day, a silent, insidious vine wrapping around my heart. I wanted him all to myself, his laughter, his smiles, his touch.

At first, it was innocent enough. I'd worry about him when he worked late, sending endless texts and calls. I'd pack his lunch with extra care, making sure every bite was filled with my love. But as time went on, this protectiveness morphed into something darker, more consuming.

Any female colleague who so much as smiled at him became a potential threat. My eyes would narrow, and a cold, calculating part of me would assess the situation. Was she flirting? Was she after him? I'd find myself inventing scenarios in my head, where I would swoop in like a protective lioness, defending my territory.

Y/n, ever oblivious to the storm brewing within me, would laugh at my antics, calling me "protective Isa". It infuriated me that he didn't understand the depth of my feelings, the fear that gnawed at me every time he stepped out of my sight.

One day, as we were walking home together, a particularly attractive colleague of his stopped to chat. Her laughter was like nails on a chalkboard to me. I felt my blood boil as she batted her eyelashes at Y/n. I squeezed his hand tighter, a silent warning, but he seemed oblivious.

"Isa, this is Sarah," he introduced them. "She's new to the department."

Sarah's hand stretched out, and I could feel my fingers curling into a fist. I forced a smile and shook her hand, my grip firm. "Nice to meet you, Sarah," I said, my voice dripping with false sweetness.

As they chatted, I studied Sarah, searching for any hint of ulterior motives. She was everything I wasn't: bubbly, outgoing, and effortlessly charming. A pang of insecurity shot through me. What if Y/n preferred her? What if she stole him away?

The walk home was filled with an icy silence. Y/n seemed oblivious to my discomfort, but I could feel my anger simmering beneath the surface. When we reached our apartment, I exploded.

"Why did you talk to her like that?" I demanded, my voice trembling with rage.

Y/n looked surprised. "Like what? She's just a colleague."

"Just a colleague? She was flirting with you!" I accused, my voice rising.

Y/n's eyes widened. "Isa, she wasn't flirting. You're imagining things."

I scoffed. "Imagining things? I'm not blind, Y/n. I saw the way she looked at you."

He sighed. "Isa, please calm down. You're being irrational."

Irrational? I was anything but irrational. I was terrified of losing him.

"I can't calm down when you're flirting with other women!" I shouted.

Y/n took a step back, looking hurt. "I'm not flirting with anyone. I love you, Isa. You're the only one I want."

I softened, my anger melting away. I threw myself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. He held me tightly, whispering words of comfort.

In that moment, I realized how much I had hurt him. My possessiveness was consuming me, and I was pushing him away. I knew I had to change, for both of our sakes.

To be continued...

[joshym]

No Hands

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader 

Summary: Your little game works out exactly in your favor.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) unprotected sex, light dom/sub (roles switch a bit), rough sex, oral & fingering (f receiving), some good fluff.

A/N: I had a thought in my head that I just could not shake, so naturally I had to write it out and, well, here it is lol. I’m a bit nervous as this is my first smut to post here, but I truly hope you all enjoy. <3

Huge thank you to @jakeyt for the beautiful moodboard to accompany my unhinged thoughts, and for being the best editor. <3

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It’s the early evening, the golden glow shining through the windows is casting the house in an alluring warm hue. Josh has been gone most of the day working on the many projects for the upcoming album.

 You miss him tremendously. You’re longing to have him near; you’re craving his touch particularly bad tonight. You keep catching yourself thinking about his hands and how well they search your body. They’re so strong and intentional with every touch. It feels like a lightning strike through your body with every graze of his fingertips.

 He’s coming home soon and you’re already plotting your scheme.

 You start to doll yourself up, putting on little touches of makeup and fixing your hair in a set of effortless curls.

 It doesn’t take much to drive Josh crazy for you, but there’s one dress in particular that sets him off every time. In fact, it’s a rule that you aren’t allowed to wear it out in public anymore because he can’t seem to control himself. The dress is tight and quite short, nearly revealing it all every time you move even slightly. The back of it is completely open with the straps crossing in the back tied with a small bow. It’s black and adorned with small white roses. It hugs your body in all the right ways, and it looks really, really good on you.

 So, naturally, you eagerly grab the dress that’s tucked away in the back of your closet. You put it on and smile widely at your reflection and instantly think to yourself, ‘he’s going to lose his damn mind.’

 Before you know it, you hear the front door unlock. Your stomach is full of butterflies, but you do your best to maintain composure as he walks in. You greet him very nonchalantly, paying no mind to the fact that you’re donning the dress.

 “Hi, baby! How did everything go today?”

 He’s staring at you with wide eyes, looking at you with pure lust-filled confusion.

 “It, uh, it went well, I guess.”

 He sets his keys down on the table in the foyer and moves his way across the living room to you, never taking his tired eyes off your body.

 “What’s the occasion, my dear?”

 He moves closer, grabbing your waist with intensity and pressing his face in the crook of your neck. His lips faintly connect with the skin under your ear. You shudder at his touch but still manage to keep up your façade.

 “Oh, this old thing? I just found it in the closet and felt like trying it on. No big deal, really.”

 His fingertips tighten around your waist as he moves his lips closer to your ear. His voice becomes low and heavy, deep and hardly above a whisper.

 “You know what this little ensemble does to me, sweetheart.”

 He attaches his lips to your neck with vigor, causing you to momentarily break character as your body trembles. His hands move down slowly to your thighs to play with the hem of your dress. He starts to move them up under the fabric until you abruptly stop him by grabbing his forearms.

 “I want to try something.”

 His lips have yet to leave your neck, only stopping to respond to your inquiry.

 “Yeah? I’m listening, lovely.”

 You want to test him and see how far you can take it. He’s quite handsy, and you love how desperately he needs to touch every part of your body. You know that this will drive him over the edge and make him even more desperate to touch every part of you.

 “Go sit on the couch and put your hands behind your back.”

 He looks at you curiously with a large smirk gracing his flushed lips.

 He takes a seat on the sofa, obeying your command and holding his hands behind him as he leans against the cushion.

 You slowly make your way over to him, being sure to make it a bit of a show as you swing your hips. You gradually lift your dress up, ever so slightly revealing your black lace panties before you straddle yourself on his lap. He starts to move his hands to touch you, but you stop him.

 “I want to try a ‘no hands’ kind of challenge. You must keep them behind your back while I kiss you, and if you move them, I’ll stop.”

 Josh lightly groans and shifts his hips upwards, sending a harsh thrust to your body as you can feel him begin to harden instantly. You’re breathless at the sensation and eager to see how far this little game will take the two of you. A devious grin graces his face, his amber eyes becoming heavy and dark.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to regret this little game. But I’ll play along.”

 It’s rare that Josh lets you take control during these fervorous moments between the two of you. He has quite the dominant side to him, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.

 You’re infatuated with every part of him, especially the part that takes control and pleasures you in ways you never thought possible.

 Sometimes, though, you liked to rile him up, to test his dominant side. Tease him relentlessly until he can’t stand it any longer and really lets you have it.

 He knew exactly what you were doing, and he’s ready to give you just what you want.

 You start kissing him with intense desire. Your hands cup his face while you explore his hungry mouth with your tongue. You start to move your kisses to his jawline, one of your favorite spots, licking and sucking on the tight skin.

 He hasn’t even tried to move his hands yet. Dammit. Time to amp things up.

 You start kissing the spot under his ear, licking his earlobe where his silver hoop rests between kisses. You know this drives him mad, and his reaction tells you he’s beginning to lose control.

 You decide to turn things up one more notch. You begin moving your body, grinding yourself on his lap. You feel him start to twitch, his breathing becoming labored and staggered.

 “Baby…you’re only making this worse for yourself…”

 His voice is becoming more sinister, more possessive, more domineering. You feel his arms tense up as he’s fighting the urge to grab you.

 You’ve got him right where you want him. Just a bit more taunting and he’ll give it up.

 You suck dark marks all over his neck, moving your hands to his hair and lightly pulling. Your movement becomes vigorous against his lap, and you feel yourself starting to tremble at the sensation.

 “I don’t think you can keep this up much longer, baby. I can feel how wet you are, you’re shaking. How much longer ‘til you let me take care of you, huh?”

 He’s starting to find the loophole in your plan. He’ll get you to give in and give this whole thing up, taking over his place as the one in control.

 And fuck, if you didn’t want that so badly.

But you’re not ready to give in. Not yet. You have to see how far he’ll let you go.

 “You’re being so good for me, Joshy.”

 You manipulate your voice to sound much more composed than you actually are, trying to keep up this semblance of control when in reality you’ve never been more ready for him to ravish you.

 You up the ante once more, knowing this will more than likely be what does him in.

 You reach down between your bodies and grope him through his khaki shorts, evoking a strong reaction from him.

 “That’s it, y/n.”

 He moves his hands from behind his back and grabs your waist, flinging you off him and laying you on your back on the couch. It all happened so quickly; you didn’t even have time to retaliate.

 He makes up for lost time, maneuvering his hands to every inch of your body with potency. He bunches the fabric of your dress up to your hips, not wanting to waste the time to take it off completely. His fingers dip down to the black lace still covering your soaked pussy.

 “Look at that, sweet girl. You’ve got yourself all worked up. What shall we do about that, hm?”

 You giggle breathlessly, unable to form words due to the anticipation of what is about to happen.

 “Uh uh. Tell me. Tell me what we need to do about it. You did this to yourself, sweetheart. Now use your words and tell me what you want, or I’ll stop.”

 The roles have officially reversed. He’s played you with your own game. And you love it.

 “I want you to use those incredible hands of yours all over me..”

 You meet his lips with a few small pecks.

 “..and your mouth..”

 The kisses deepen.

 “and your cock…”

 He’s smirking against your lips as his hands begin to delve into exploring every crevice of your body.

 He grabs your neck, squeezing lightly but with enough force to cause your breath to hitch. His other hand has bunched your dress all the way up to your stomach. He traces his fingers down the expanse of your belly, stopping right above the waistband of your panties, then moving to your exposed hip.

 The hand on your neck moves down slowly to your chest. He grabs your breast through the fabric still covering it, kneading with his firm fingers and brushing his thumb over your nipple.

 His lips travel down to your neck, sucking large love marks in the skin, softly biting and licking in between marking you up.

 He pulls off your neck with a ‘pop’ from his mouth. Your skin is soaked from him.

 “As much as I want to rip this cute little dress off of you, I think you should keep it on to remember why you’re not allowed to wear it in this first place.”

 His hand on your hip moves back to your aching pussy still covered with black lace.

 “Oh I think you’ve ruined these, sweetheart. What a shame. I love these on you.”

 He pulls your panties all the way down your legs and throws them somewhere on the floor, leaving your wetness fully exposed. His fingers waste no time toying with you, rubbing hard and slow circles over and around your clit. Your body shakes and quivers with each movement of his fingertips.

 His middle and ring fingers slide down to push past your entrance and fuck into you with intensity, his palm creating delicious friction against your clit.

 His hands are so skilled, so strong; you feel like melting under his every touch. His long fingers immediately hit that place deep inside you that only he knows is there, that can only be reached by his touch.

 You’re already so close. A melody of powerful moans escapes you, and you don’t even bother silencing them. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers when they suddenly slow to an agonizing halt. His deep and taunting voice grabs your attention away from his stilled movement.

 “Already? You that needy for me, baby?”

 His face just barely above yours, his warm breath tickling your skin in the most glorious way.

 “Josh please, please don’t stop…I need you so bad..”

 “Oh, you sound so pretty when you beg for me.”

 His fingers start moving again, picking up their pace and you’re right back to where you were before he stopped.

 The waves of pleasure come crashing over you like a tsunami. Your whole body tenses up under his touch, shaking uncontrollably, your back arched completely off the couch, bending to his will to please you. He keeps going, fucking his delectable fingers into you through each pulse and throb of your body.

 You’re almost faint at the sensation. Josh pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your lips. You open for him as he places them on your tongue and you suck them in, tasting yourself and moaning at the feeling of them in your mouth.

 “That was a big one, yeah? I felt you tighten up so hard around me. You think you can handle more, sweetheart?”

 You nod and hum around his fingers that are still tucked away, splayed across your tongue.

 “Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

 Josh lifts you up on your knees, your elbows resting against the back of the couch. He stands behind you in admiration as you spread yourself for him. He gives a soft slap to your hip, kneeling to the ground at eye level with your throbbing core as his hands grab your thighs.

 “You’re so pretty and pink after you’ve been played with, baby.”

 He delivers velvet kisses to the backs of your thighs, slowly making his way to where you need his swollen lips the most.

 His lips move closer and closer, until he finally lands a deep kiss to your desperately wet pussy.

 His tongue laps at you without relent, his lips encompass your swollen clit.

 “You feel so fucking good Josh, fu-”

 You’re already close again. Your moans are deafening at the slight over stimulation that is nothing but elating.

 “J-Josh…please don’t, please don’t stop I’m so close…”

 Your body is trembling, barely able to hold yourself steady as your second release washes over you.

 He stands up and his face meets your shoulder, feeling your wetness all over his facial hair.

 “You taste so sweet, y/n. I could eat you up over and over.”

 You’re short of breath, still coming down from your climax.

 He leaves kisses on your shoulder as you hear him unzip his shorts.

 “Think you can handle my cock, darling?”

 “Y-yes, please. I need you inside me so bad.”

 He places his head at your entrance. He’s unbelievably hard, and you smile at knowing it’s all because of your pleasure.

 “Needy little thing, aren’t you? You gonna cum for me again, hm?”

 He’s barely nudging at you. You’re practically pushing yourself against him.

 “Joshy please fuck me. I need to feel you, please…”

 With that, he slowly pushes into you all the way, filling you completely and perfectly.

 “Fuck, y/n. You’re so tight, sweet girl.”

 He starts thrusting, building up his pace until he’s slamming himself into you.

 His hands are moving up and down your body, pushing on your back, grabbing at your hair, holding on to your hip. These hands that you love so much; these hands that turn you on instantly. They’ve not stopped exploring you and pleasing you. You can’t get enough of his fucking hands.

 He’s fucking you with so much rough passion and desire. Your body is on fire with pleasure.

 He lifts you gently by your hair, bringing your back up to rest against him.

 “I’m close baby. Give me one more, yeah? Then I’ll fill you up real good. Just one more for me, need to feel you cum on my cock.”

 His fingers sneak down to your clit, rubbing impossibly fast circles.

 “I’m gonna cum again, Josh..oh god please don’t stop.”

 He’s moaning beautifully in your ear as his peak is almost reached, causing you to let go around him, cumming even harder than either time before.

 “Fuck, y/n, that’s it baby. FUCK!”

 He finally meets his own release, spilling his warmth inside of you, twitching with each pulse of your body.

 You both stay just like this for a few minutes catching your breath and basking in this moment together.

 He gently pulls out of you, causing you to slump down on the couch. You’re absolutely spent, having been pleasured beyond all imagination.

 He lays down beside you. He faces you and brushes your disheveled hair out of your face, giggling at your fucked out state.

 “I didn’t break you, did I?”

 You laugh breathlessly, “Not quite.”

 “I love you a lot, you know.”

 “I love you too, Josh. So damn much.”

 He glides his hand over your cheekbones and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, smiling at you.

 “I know exactly what you were doing, by the way.”

 “What are you talking about?”

 “Your little ‘no hands’ game. Maybe next time, you’re the one that can’t use your hands. Maybe we tie them behind your back. How does that sound, hm?”

 You bite your lip to hold back the smile that is trying to grace your lips at the thought of him taking your game to the next level.

 “Sounds great, Joshy. As long as your sexy hands are free the whole time.”

He smiles, knowing just how much his hands drive you crazy.

“Well then, you better keep this dress in a safe place.”

Part 2

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