#roommate made dinner tonight :D

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 9, day 18

Two in one deal! The birdhouse tutorial was all like "hey remember that birch material you already made? No? BITCH GO MAKE IT," so I did :D

...words in quotations are not a direct representation of the actual tutorial lol. And technically I could have used the bark material I already had, it didn't have to be the birch, but who am I to say no to a new procedural texture? :P

[shjsnjkj]

MIDNIGHT FICTION ┊ s.jy

kinktober day 9! - masterlist

warnings: smut, MDNI, unprotected sex, makeout, hand tying

genre: smut

taglist: @mitmit01 @blackp1nkfan @pasteltheghost16 @harukayoiiiiiiizzz @mlywon @lhspeachie @seraphira @kaykay11sworld @winuvs @yuniesluv @shhth @rizzki09 @mylettterstoyou @d-dilemma @moonpri @blushbunini

wc: 2,7 k ✧.*

☆ roommate!jake x reader ; You have this little habit, of reading fanfictions before going to bed. Every night you'd dream about him touching you, heavily making out at the wall. But you never thought that this would come true tonight with your roommate Jake.

Wednesday night, 9 p.m.

2 more days ‘until the weekend. Somehow you’ll manage to live through the exams; you just need to study tonight and then get back on track with your favorite fanfiction.

Suddenly, you felt so thirsty and decided to go to the kitchen to get some water. Deep down, you hoped you wouldn’t run into your roommate by chance. Firstly, because you were only in a short nightgown. Secondly, because he didn’t like you, at least that’s what you thought.

From the moment, Jake moved to your apartment, he didn’t bother talking to you. You only heard his voice the first day when he introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Sim Jaeyun, but please call me Jake.”

His voice was soft and kind of honey-like, and you were instantly drawn to it. On top of that, he was quite good-looking. His dark hair complemented his gold skin, dark brown eyes, and pink thick lips.

Beyond that, you knew that Jake has a brother, and his family lives in Australia. He needed to find an apartment quickly when he moved here because of the university, and that’s when you came on the scene. You owned this apartment and were happy to help your best friend's friend, especially since he was going to the same university as you.

You thought it would be a great way to start a friendship, or maybe something more than that in the future. Of course, after you managed to get him to open up a bit. However, this didn't come to fruition.

You assumed that he needed some time to adjust, but you never thought he would be this quiet and aloof. You made some attempts to talk to him, but he didn’t seem interested. Sometimes he just stared at your face or went to his room in an instant when he saw you.

Maybe you need to accept the fact that you two won’t be friends anymore and everything you thought would happen will be a fiction in your head forever.

You and luck. Hah. What a joke.

You drank your water in the dark; only the lights of the fridge and the moon gave light to the room. Before you knew it, the front door opened, and Jake walked into the room. You’ve never seen him like this before. His usually neat look was nowhere. His hair was a mess, his tie was hanging loose, his shirt was unbuttoned, and his eyes were sleepy like he hadn't slept in days. You choked on your water, and it dripped down on your neck all the way to your gown, making it a bit see-through. As always, Jake just stared at you and went to his room, shutting the door.

He might have caught a glimpse of a bit too much of your skin, but you were too caught up with the image you just saw. This image woke up a lot of things in you and you felt your neck burning slowly from the embarrassment and the lust for him.

It was Friday, and you were heading home after wrapping up all your exams, ready for your well-deserved break. You knew everything on the tests, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world at that moment. You decided to pop by the closest convenience store and pick up everything you needed for dinner. All your favorite snacks and drinks. You walked home with two big bags and a lollipop in your mouth. The plan was to have everything ready by the time Jake got home, so you could finally talk about something after months. You felt like this was the day to finally break through the barrier between you two.

You were all set with food on the desk—two bowls and two glasses with some soda. There's some relaxing music playing in the background. It was 11 p.m. and there was still no sign of Jake. Normally, he's here by 10:30 every night. And there you were, waiting for him, the food getting cold, and your appetite had disappeared.

You put everything in the fridge, took a shower, and started reading your long-awaited book on your phone.

It was well past midnight when you heard a knock on your door. It was Jake. He was wearing a white T-shirt with some loose dark blue pants.

“Can I come in?” -he asked in a quiet voice.

“Yeah, of course. W-what happened?” -you sat up.

“Ugh. To be honest, nothing happened.” -He sat at the end of your bed. - “I just thought about paying you for letting me stay here for the past few months. I don’t want to bother you anymore. I felt like I was making you uncomfortable every time and I should move to someone else. I’m sorry if I caused you any problems until this day. I promise I’ll find a place before winter.” - he put the envelope with the money on your desk and went back to his room.

You were upset, but all that came out were tears. His words left you reeling and unable to think clearly. That's why you got up and went to his bedroom. He was lying on the bed, but you didn't care waking him up.

"Jake, what was that before? You think I'm uncomfortable around you and you bother me? Jake, you seem to be the one who's uncomfortable, and you didn't even try to talk to me face-to-face. What should I think? That you hate living here and me. Plus, money isn't my main issue, but I do care about you. And you didn't even realize it. I tried talking to you countless times, but you were quiet and treated me like a ghost. When I wake up in the morning, you're nowhere to be found, as you are every night. I even made dinner tonight for us. I waited for you for hours, and when you finally came home, you said this to me? I can't believe you." -you threw the money on his bed and started crying.

"What? That's not true. I like living here, and… I like you, too. I've never hated you for a second. I thought I'd stay out as much as possible since you have a boyfriend. I didn't want to cause you any misunderstanding. I'm sorry you thought I hated you. I really am."

“Jake….” -You sat on his bed feeling woolly-minded. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“But they said that.” -he covered his face and felt guilty inside.

“Who said that?” -you turned to face him.

“Heeseung and the others..”

“Oh, I understand now. They were kidding; my last relationship ended 2 years ago, and they’re just so overprotective of me. I’m sorry for that.”

“No, I’m sorry for everything. I should have talked with you first. Nevertheless, I want to make it right and start again. Would you let me do that?”

“Only if you talk to me finally. I’ve heard your voice the last time when you moved in, and I like hearing your voice.”

“Then how about you stay here for tonight? Just for talking. I want to hear your voice as well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm. Come here” -he invited you to his bed.

You made yourself comfortable in his bed as your nose filled with the scent of the man and faced him, bombarding him with all your questions. After an hour, you began to feel very comfortable with Jake.

“The other night… You looked kind of messy. But I liked that look on you.”

“When? Argh, yeah I remember, I was a mess and a bit dazed. I had a few drinks with the boys. But I clearly remember your nightgown. I liked that on you, the white nightgown. It suited you really well. You look good in white.” -Jake kept repeating the same sentence again and again.

“Thank you. I bet you say it because it didn’t cover so much from me, right?”

“What? No. That’s not what I meant. You truly looked beautiful in it.”

“Do you want to see that again?”

“Now?” -and the next moment you were already in your room, changing outfits.

“Ta-da. It’s one of my favorites. I like the material as well; it’s silk.”

“Can I touch it?” -you nod as he sits up and you step closer to him. Letting him touch the material on you- “It’s so soft.” -Jake’s hands remained on your waist.

“Jake..”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, it feels good to be honest.”

“Are you comfortable?”

“Uhum, but a hug would help me to be more comfortable.”

“Come here, baby, I’ll give it to you.” -then he stood up to hug you softly yet tightly.

“It feels so nice.”

“Yeah?” -he kissed your shoulder. At the touch, you felt goosebumps forming on your body.

His lips were so warm and soft; you wanted more on your body, on your lips, and you were ready to make the next step. You moved away from the hug and put your hands on Jake’s neck.

You leaned in, your lips barely brushing against his. Jake's breath hitched, his hands tightening on your waist. The moment hung suspended, filled with anticipation. Then, as if a dam had broken, Jake closed the distance, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss that left you breathless.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss, your fingers tangling in Jake's hair. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the rapid beating of his heart against your chest. When you finally broke apart for air, you were both panting, your lips swollen and cheeks flushed with desire. Jake rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Jake whispered, his eyes shining on you. You felt warmth spreading through your chest, a feeling of rightness settling over you.

“Not as long as me. From the first day I saw you I wanted to do this.” -you added.

“You’re lying.” -he smiled at you.

“No, I’m not.”

“Then show me what you want to do now.”

“Are you open to anything?” -you went to his desk and unfolded the Prada package, holding the white ribbon in your hands.

“Y/n I didn’t think that you’re this naughty.” -he smiled so cutely at you.

“Come on. Don’t say that, it’s not that weird.”

“It’s not weird. I love doing these kinds of things, too. Please give me your hands.” -he held the ribbon now and gently started to tie your hands together.

You turned around and he tied your hands together in no time while making sure you were comfortable and nothing hurt. After he was done, he slowly brushed his hand on your arms and then held your shoulders. You were very excited about what was to come until you were frozen by a sudden kiss on your neck. It made you shiver but also needy. Jake leaned in and gave you a few more wet kisses making you just as wet down there. He pressed himself against you just enough so that you could feel his hardened self against your butt. Unintentionally, you pressed yourself against him as well.

He turned you over and you wanted to pull him closer for a kiss but you remembered that your hands weren’t there to help you anymore. However, Jake was there to help you and saw your struggle, so he put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. You felt one of his hands leave your skin trailing up to your chin. As you watched his movements you noticed how veiny his hands were. You couldn’t help but get even more turned on and wanted them all over you.

Jake just stared into your eyes, his sparkling brown eyes making your heart melt. You’ve never had the chance to look into them so closely and it was finally time to do so. If you could stop the time you would stay here in this moment for a few more hours but you had no superpowers. Jake’s soft kiss brought you back from your thoughts. His lips moved perfectly with yours. You just closed your eyes and immersed in the moment. The soft kiss soon turned into a heavy makeout. Tongues moving in sync while his hands roamed all over your beautiful body.

“I’d like to see your pretty face baby but I need to turn you around” -he gave you a peck.

He carefully bent you over his bed before removing all of his clothes. When he was done, he moved to your face and kissed you on both cheeks. “Don’t worry Y/n I’ll take care of you” with that sentence Jake kissed your spine from the top all the way to your lower part, making you giggle softly. He saw how wet you were already but put his two fingers there to make you crave his touch even more.

When he met you with his fingers a soft moan left your mouth. In the back of Jake’s mind, he couldn’t wait to hear your beautiful voice echoing throughout his room. That’s why he teased you more, slowing down the pace of his movements while you were suffering from waiting for him inside you. You felt like a doll, unable to move on your own and Jake was the owner who played with you as he pleased.

By the time he slid himself into your dangerously wet pussy your arousal was already starting to hit you. Jake’s hand grips your wrists together to support himself a little bit. His other hand gently caresses your head. “You’re such a good girl for me Y/n” he stated.

You just moaned in response and he reacted with a bit harder trust in you. His fingers dug into your flesh. Hips snapped forward meeting yours, causing a little pain but also more sensation getting closer to cum.

“F-fuck baby you’re so tight, gotta stretch you out more” -he groaned.

Jake did what he said and stretched you out, leaving you breathless. You couldn’t stop mewling and calling Jake’s name constantly. At first, it was a normal feeling to have your hands on your back but now it was a lot uncomfortable. You were just waiting for something to break free and you couldn’t be in that position anymore. Not being able to touch or even see Jake made you even more impatient. He gave you a few more backshots leaving your mouth hanging open and rolling your eyes back in pleasure. All you could hear were pathetic whimpers and gasps coming from his mouth.

“Jake..fuck” The knot in your stomach untied and let you cum. Jake did the same, but instead of filling you up, you felt his hot release on the back of your body. You were panting, trying to catch your breath after losing all your senses thanks to the man behind you.

Without asking he freed you from the ribbon which he threw on the floor. Jake quickly helped you get cleaned up and then pulled you as close as he possibly could into his arms. He still caressed your body as he told you how amazing you were. His honey voice and little kisses on your shoulder and cheek made you fall asleep in no time.

The story you read last night was pretty similar to what’s happening between you and Jake right now. You could fully understand how the main character must've felt in such a situation, and to be honest, it was much better to live it than just read it. Maybe you don’t even need to continue that story. You can freely make the rest of it every midnight with the help of Jake on your side.

Happy Engene Day to every Engene out there! I hope you spent this day feeling all the love from Enhypen! Let’s celebrate ourselves and stay with them forever! ᴴⁱᵍʰʷᵃʸ¹⁰⁰⁹ ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ ♡˳

[vintagepresley]

Pretty Baby

Chapter Two: There's An Art To This

Pairing: Elvis Presley x OC Reader

Word Count: 6, 963 words

Warnings: 18+ Cursing, mention of pills, smoking, talks of porn, typical Elvis stuff. That's about it. Nothing too crazy this chapter.

Author's Notes: Hi besties, I'm so happy that some of you that had read the first chapter really enjoyed it! I wasn't too sure how well it would do. But I'm happy to know this story already has some fans. Once again, this is starting off a bit slow. But we will be getting to some juicy stuff next chapter. I'm not promising any smut but there will be some angst. But we WILL get to the smut very soon. This is more of a slow burn type of story as I mentioned before. But I hope you enjoy this next chapter and the cute little banter between these two as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also peep the Elvis phone bit I took from Joyce Bova’s book, lol. Possible spelling errors.

Pretty Baby series

Elvis let out a soft hum as he settled into the backseat of his Cadillac as Lamar pulled off from Rebecca’s house. He informed Joe who sat across from him that he wanted to make arrangements to have his things brought from the hotel in Uniondale into a hotel in the city. He wanted to be close to Rebecca for their dinner tomorrow night. In Elvis’ mind the dinner was a date. He smiled down at the phone number scribbled in the palm of his hand, his mind on one thing, Rebecca. He couldn’t get her out of his mind the entire ride to the new hotel or those big green eyes of hers. There was just something about her that had him completely hooked that he needed to know more about her. She may have been 20 years younger than him, but she seemed wiser beyond her years just from their little conversation alone. Once he arrived at his new hotel in Manhattan; Red, Sonny, and Charlie walked with Elvis inside as they made arrangements for his stay as Joe used a payphone to contact Jerry who was back in Uniondale and telling him about the new arrangements and how they needed Elvis’ things brought to Manhattan. Meanwhile once they got the room squared away Elvis walked with the guys up to his suite and all he was concerned with was getting to a phone and calling Rebecca. He wanted to get a time down for their date before she got a chance to consider changing her mind. Not that he thought she would, but she seemed unpredictable and he didn’t want her to get away that easily from him. 

Back in The Village Rebecca couldn’t make sense of what happened that night. Did she really just agree to go to dinner with Elvis Presley? She wasn’t sure if she should tell her friends because they probably wouldn’t believe her. But she wanted to tell someone because it just didn’t seem real and she was still a bit weary of him or what his intentions were especially with him being an older man, they usually only wanted one thing from her when they find out what she does for a living. But he seemed trusting enough and if it didn’t work out it’d be an interesting story to tell people in the future. She went off to her room to get showered and dressed in a tank top and just a pair of black underwear and headed downstairs where she plopped down on the couch, smoked a joint and watched television. The thought of Elvis lingered in the back of her mind. She had wondered if he’d call tonight or if he’d call at all. After some time had passed she heard the front door opening the voices of both of her roommates, she smiled as she saw the two of them and was even happier to see that they had grabbed chinese for dinner. Paul, who she had met at one of the gay clubs in the city a couple years back, was practically her other half; they became quick friends and he offered her a room in his place and she’s been there ever since. Abby was Paul’s friend and was already living there with him, she and Abby got along fast because they had a lot in common and shared similar interests. They were the only two people she trusted more than anyone. 

“Perfect, you got dinner!” Rebecca laughed as she put out her joint and got up to kiss Paul’s cheek as she snatched the bag from his hands and set it on the coffee table. 

“I figured you’d forget it was your turn to get dinner this time.” Paul chuckled as he plopped down beside her and unpacked the food from the bag. Rebecca had a cheeky grin on her face because she did in fact forget especially with everything going on with Elvis. How could she remember to grab dinner?

“I’m going to get showered and I’ll be back down.” Abby hummed as she made her way toward the steps. “And don’t touch my eggroll, Paul!” she yelled from the top of the steps. Paul and Rebecca laughed softly. 

Rebecca grabbed the carton of lo mein and some chopsticks and began to eat her food. “How was your day?” Paul asked with a smile. Rebecca raised an eyebrow at his words as she swallowed her food. 

“Fine.. Just like any other day. Why? Nothing special happened.” She asked suspiciously. 

Paul laughed. 

“I’m just asking. Why are you so defensive?” he uttered. 

“I’m not defensive.” Rebecca said softly as she rolled her eyes and continued to eat her food. Paul chuckled and shrugged as he began to eat. She didn’t mean to get defensive but Elvis was still on her mind and it felt as if people knew about her encounter with him when they didn’t. Abby soon joined them back downstairs and the three of them settled into the couch eating their chinese food. 

Elvis had been settling into his hotel suite as he waited for Jerry to arrive with his things which would be some time with the traffic. While he waited he asked one of the guys to get some food ordered up to the room and he went off to his bedroom, shutting the door and sitting down on the bed and staring back at the phone number on his palm again, a smile gracing his lips as he picked up the phone and dialed the number. For a moment as the line trilled, he thought about what if she had given him a false number. But he had hoped she wouldn’t have done that to him. Paul was in the kitchen as the phone began to ring and he went to answer it. 

“Hello?” he answered. 

Elvis furrowed his brow when he heard a man answer the phone and now his mind was running wild. Maybe she did give me a false number. Or maybe this is her boyfriend? “Uh… Hello. Is, uh.. Rebecca there?” Elvis mumbled softly. 

“Yeah, I’ll get her for you.” Paul replied as he set the phone down and headed back into the living room. “Becca, some guy with a southern accent is on the phone asking for you.” Paul said. Rebecca raised an eyebrow and the two of her friends were giving her a look as if there was something she wasn’t telling them. It couldn’t be Elvis.. If it is, he sure doesn’t waste any time. She thought to herself as she set her food down and got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen. She picked up the phone and held it against her ear as she glanced back toward the living room to see Paul and Abby looking in her direction before they turned their attention back to the television acting as if they weren’t listening. 

“Hello? Elvis?” Rebecca said in a hushed tone. 

“Hey, honey.” Elvis hummed with a smile when he heard her voice. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes at him calling her honey again, but she gave up on correcting him and she glanced back at her friends once again as she held the phone close. “I wasn’t expecting you to call so soon.” she whispered. 

“I told ya I’d call, honey. Say, uh.. Who was that guy that answered the phone? Your boyfriend? You never said ya had a man..” Elvis murmured, feeling a bit disappointed if she already had someone. He raised an eyebrow when he heard Rebecca suddenly laughing on the other end. She practically started giggling at his assumption especially since Paul was gay. Her friends peered their heads in at the sound of her giggles. 

“What’s so funny?” Elvis asked curiously. 

“Oh, nothing.. I don’t have a man. That was my roommate.” she said as she rolled her eyes. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow at her words. “Your roommate’s a guy?” he said with a hint of jealousy in his voice. Rebecca giggled again; she just found the whole thing hilarious.

“Oh, relax. I can hear the jealousy in your voice. Besides, Paul's gay.” she said nonchalantly. There was a silence from his end of the phone but the sound of his breathing quietly escaping from her end. 

“O-Oh.. Oh okay, ya got any other roommates I should know ‘bout?” he asked. 

“Just my friend, Abby. That’s it.” She said with a smirk. 

“Mm.. So, what time are ya free for dinner tomorrow?” Elvis asked with a smile. Rebecca took another glance back at her friends who were now preoccupied with the newest episode of ‘The Mary Tyler Moore Show’. Her attention back on Elvis now she took a moment to think as a small hum escaped her lips. 

“Pick me up at 7:00. Don’t be late.” Rebecca said sternly.

Elvis laughed. “Yes, ma’am.. I’ll be there at 7:00.” Elvis assured her. 

“Good. Well, I’ve gotta go. Bye, Elvis.” Rebecca hummed. 

“Bye, Rebecca. Have a goodnight, honey.” Elvis said with a smile before she hung up and he held the phone for a moment as he listened to the dial tone humming into his ear before he put the phone back on the hook. Elvis made sure to write her number down before he got up and headed back out to join the guys for dinner. 

Rebecca had a small smile on her lips and quickly snapped herself back to reality not wanting to swoon over this man like women typically do. It was just dinner and that’s it. She cleared her throat and headed back into the living room where Abby and Paul looked right at her with grins on their faces. Rebecca folded her arms over her chest. “What??” she said with a bit of an attitude. 

Paul chuckled as he and Abby shared a look before they looked back at her. “Nothing. We just didn’t know you were seeing someone.” Abby answered. 

Rebecca shook her head as a soft scoff escaped her lips. “I’m not seeing anyone. It’s just dinner.” she remarked. 

“Uh huh.. Who is this mysterious southern gentleman you’re having “just dinner” with then?” Paul teased. 

Rebecca couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the two of them. Why was she suddenly on trial? It was just dinner. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you who he was.” she replied. 

Now she had gotten their attention and Abby quickly muted the television and the two of them were practically at the edge of their seats as she had their full attention now, desperately wanting to know the name of the mystery man. “Man, now you’ve gotta tell us!” Abby pleaded. 

“Spill the details. Is it someone we know?” Paul questioned. 

Rebecca couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her at his question. “Maybe someone your parents know..” she mumbled under her breath as she sat in the chair across from them. “When I tell you it cannot leave this room. I mean it.” she said in a serious tone. Now their eyes were wide which only furthered the need for them to know even more. Rebecca took a deep breath trying to find the words to tell them because just the thought of saying it outloud now just sounded ridiculous. “It’s Elvis Presley.” she blurted out. She scanned their faces trying to get a read on their reactions. The two of them were visibly shocked. 

“Isn’t he like…. super old?” Abby uttered. 

Paul laughed softly at her comment. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes at Abby’s response. “That’s the first thought you have? He’s not that old. Besides, what does that matter? It’s just dinner.” Rebecca remarked. 

“Yes, we know you’ve repeated it several times. It’s just dinner. How the hell did you end up going to dinner with Elvis???” Paul chimed in. 

“It’s a long story that we can talk about another day. But now you guys know.” Rebecca hummed as shrugged and stood back up. “I’m gonna head to bed.” she said softly as she made her way upstairs, leaving the two of them still completely in shock by the news. It was probably best for them to know so she wouldn’t have to sneak around in case things went a little further which she wasn’t counting on. She climbed into bed and under the covers, reaching over to turn her lap off and she laid there staring up at the ceiling as she got lost in thought and strangely enough a part of her was nervous for this dinner, while the other part was curious. But the natural instinct in her kept telling her not to trust him. She laid there for nearly an hour with Elvis on her mind before she had fallen asleep. 

Meanwhile back at Elvis’ hotel his night was far from over and once Jerry finally arrived with Elvis’ things they got everything situated. He and the guys horsed around after dinner and talked about the interesting day they had on a porn set and they talked about some of the girls. But they were careful not to bring up Rebecca. Elvis engaged for a bit, but he would get lost in and out of his thoughts about her. It wasn’t until Sonny began to speak about her with the other guys that caught his attention. Which had the rest of them not wanting to say too much about her because they could see Elvis had taken an interest in her. But Sonny, a few drinks in didn’t seem to care as he began to ramble on.

“Man, oh man, that one chick we drove home, goddamn she was hot.” Sonny shouted to the group. Elvis raised an eyebrow as he stared at Sonny. Red and Charlie tried to get him to sit down and shut up when they saw the look on Elvis’ face.

“Sonny, shut up and sit your ass down, man.” Red mumbled. 

But Sonny couldn’t stop himself.  “And did ya see the tits on her? Whew, man and with a pussy like that, I’d sure like to watch her in action again.” he said drunkenly with a laugh. Elvis clenched his jaw at his words and his eyes were narrowed as he quickly stood up from the couch and guys knew not to get involved as Elvis approached Sonny and he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. 

“What the hell did ya just say?!” Elvis shouted angrily. 

A drunken Sonny was wide eyed and confused as he stared at Elvis. “Aw man, I-I didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” he uttered. Elvis gripped his collar tighter as he got in his face, he was so angry you could practically see the steam radiating off of him after hearing Sonny speak about Rebecca that way. 

“Keep your goddamn mouth shut when it comes to that girl! Ya hear me?! Don’t even fuckin’ look at her!” Elvis snarled as he let the man go pushing him away causing him to nearly fall as he began to head to his bedroom. “Get the hell out of here! All of y’all!” Elvis hollered as he slammed the door shut. They all did as they were told and hurried out of his hotel suite. Elvis knew that lots of men who probably saw her in those films probably spoke the same way about her, but he’d be damned if he let any of the guys speak about her in such a way. She was more than that. Just speaking to her in such a short amount of time he could tell she wasn’t meant to be doing that kind of work. He was determined to be able to help her out of it anyway he could. The anticipation for their date tomorrow night was driving him crazy. She was all he could think about and those eyes that were burned right into his mind. He couldn’t wait to get to know her more.

Elvis got dressed for bed and he took a couple pills to help with his insomnia and he climbed into bed. He figured he should call Linda and check in with her. Things between the two of them haven’t been great. She wasn’t in the dark about the women he would be seeing when she wasn’t around. But this time things felt different. He just didn’t feel in love anymore. He honestly felt so lonely and was searching for someone to take that feeling away. Their conversation was a short one as he made his usual promises to her and professed his love to her as they told each other goodnight. Once he was off the phone he grabbed a book off the nightstand and read a few pages until his pills kicked in and he fell into a deep sleep with the book opened on his chest. 

The Next Day 

Rebecca awoke sometime late in the afternoon and she could only think about one thing and that was Elvis and their dinner later tonight. She thought about canceling or not even answering the door when he showed up. She was starting to think this was a bad idea because she just wasn’t sure what his intentions were or if he was just trying to sleep with her. But her curiosity about him she just couldn’t shake. She wasn’t sure what she was going to wear and she spent a good portion of the afternoon searching through her closet for an outfit. She didn’t want to wear something that gave him any ideas that he’d be getting laid. But she also didn’t want to appear as if she had no idea how to dress. She finally settled on a floral bell sleeved crop top that tied in the front and dark blue bell bottoms with a pair of black platform heels. By the time she had finally found what to wear and had it laid out on her bed her room was a mess and it was already going on at 4:30pm. She still had to decide on how to style her hair and how she was going to do her makeup. She stripped off her pajamas and slipped into the bathroom to take a long hot shower. 

It was typical of Elvis to wake up late in the afternoon but for once he was up earlier than that. He had breakfast and watched a bit of television and hung out with the guys for a bit. He couldn’t wait for tonight. He managed to get the restaurant in the hotel closed just for the two of them so they wouldn’t be bothered. When the rest of the guys had left to go explore the city Jerry had stayed behind to hangout with Elvis and got to talking about Rebecca since Jerry didn’t get a chance to see her. 

“Man, just wait til ya see this girl, Jerry. She’s beautiful.” Elvis hummed with a smile. 

“I’m sure she is. I can’t wait to meet her.” Jerry replied. 

“And she’s got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. Can’t get ‘em out of my head.” Elvis laughed. 

Elvis just went on and on about her which only furthered Jerry’s curiosity about this girl and what she looked like because it was easy to spot that Elvis was completely smitten with her already, but that wasn’t any different than usual. He was always like that with women but Jerry noticed this was a little different. After a while Jerry headed back to his room to allow Elvis to get ready as it was getting closer and closer to his date. He showered, shaved and came back out in his robe, looking through his clothes and deciding on a two tone light blue and dark blue suit and a light blue button up shirt to wear underneath and in the usual Elvis fashion it had a high collar and belt to match. He also added some of his gaudy jewelry to the look along with a choker. He styled his hair in the usual way and grabbed his glasses and picked up the phone calling down to Joe’s room. 

“Hello?” Joe answered. 

“Does Lamar have the car ready? I don’t want to be late, dammit.” Elvis demanded. 

“Yeah, he’s waiting out front. Did you want us all to come with you?” Joe replied. 

“Nah, I’ll just take Jerry and Charlie with me. I’ll meet y’all down at the restaurant when we come back.” Elvis answered before the two men ended their conversation and hung up. 

Rebecca was hurrying to get her hair and make up down, choosing to go with a more natural look. She put on a little foundation, a bit of blush just to give her cheeks a rosy look and she put on mascara and colored in her eyebrows, putting on a shade of light pink lipstick. Then she curled her hair brushing it out so the curls were a bit looser. Once she had finished she went to get dressed and put on some earrings and a matching necklace. For the finishing touches she spritzed a bit of her Jean Nate perfume on her wrists and her neck before looking at herself in the mirror and exhaling softly before she grabbed her purse and headed downstairs to wait for Elvis. He better not be late. She thought to herself as she paced back and forth in the living room. 

Jerry and Charlie walked closely with Elvis as they got him downstairs to the car and hopped inside behind him. Elvis looked at his watch, seeing that it was already 6:30pm, but they weren’t too far from her house and the traffic didn’t seem too crazy yet. Lamar began their drive to The Village. Rebecca stared at the clock and she didn’t understand why she felt nervous, she rifled through her purse to grab a cigarette to calm her down and she lit up, taking a big drag from it before exhaling and she could feel herself calming down. As time ticked away, she looked up at the clock again to see that it was now 6:50pm. She walked over to peer out of the curtains not seeing a car yet. Five minutes went by and at 6:55pm Elvis was pulling up to her front door in his fancy cadillac and he ran his hands over his suit to soothe it out as he let out a small exhale as Charlie got out to open the door for him and Jerry followed behind him as he approached her door. Elvis knocked lightly and Rebecca felt her heart drop, part of her had hoped he forgot all about this dinner. She took another glance at herself before she went to open the door, she raised an eyebrow at him seeing his outfit which was flashier than what he was wearing last night and she glanced at the clock.

“Well, right on time.” she hummed. 

Elvis smiled widely at the sight of her. 

“Told ya I wouldn’t be late, honey. You look beautiful.” Elvis responded. 

Jerry could see why Elvis was a little obsessed with her. She really was beautiful and he wasn’t kidding about her eyes. Rebecca recognized Charlie and Lamar who were sitting in the car.  but Jerry was new. 

“Thank you. I see you didn’t come alone.” she said softly as she stepped out the house and locked the door behind her. 

Elvis chuckled as he reached out for her hand to help her down the steps, but she swatted him away. “I got it.” she murmured. 

“Of course ya do, honey and I told ya we wouldn’t be alone. No funny business like you asked.” Elvis replied as the two of them made their way to the car and got inside. Just like last night she didn’t sit too close to him and she stared at the other two men as Lamar headed back to the hotel. Rebecca looked over at Elvis who was already staring at her with a wide smile on his face. 

“So, where are we going?” she asked. 

“Well, it’s kinda hard for me to go anywhere without being mobbed. I thought we’d have dinner at the restaurant at the hotel I’m staying at. I managed to get it closed just for us.” Elvis responded. 

Rebecca nodded and she wasn’t surprised he was able to get a whole restaurant shut down just for him. Elvis continued to stare at her and he cleared his throat a bit. “Y’know you can sit a little closer. I ain’t gonna bite.” Elvis laughed. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head. “I’m okay right here.” she hummed. Elvis nodded and couldn’t help but smirk a bit to himself because he felt she was determined to not get too close to him or maybe not even like him. When they finally returned to the hotel and got out of the car, Elvis slipped his hand around her waist as they walked inside and she looked over at him with a look that only made him laugh. She was going to be a challenge for him and he loved that. As they approached the restaurant the rest of the guys were already there sitting at another table. Jerry, Lamar, and Charlie joined them while Elvis led Rebecca over to another table just for the two of them. He pulled her chair out for her and she wanted to roll her eyes so badly, but didn’t as she sat down. 

“Thank you.” she mumbled. Elvis nodded and took a seat right across from her. She noticed that dinner was already on the table for them. She was surprised to see that someone of his celebrity status didn’t aim for a fancy dinner but something simple like burgers, fries and a couple of cokes. That made her smile a little because she felt it took some of the pressure off. Elvis noticed the smile on her face. 

“Well hell, you should smile more often. It’s gorgeous on you.” he chuckled. 

She rolled her eyes as she smiled more, shaking her head. When she saw him start to eat she followed right behind him. Things felt a bit awkward at first as the two of them didn’t really say much and just continued to eat. The faint sounds of his friends chatting away filled the room. As Elvis swallowed his food he looked at her again. 

“I’m happy you agreed to this date, honey.” he said warmly. Rebecca raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Who said this was a date?” she remarked. 

“Is it not?” Elvis replied. 

“No, it’s just two people talking and having dinner.” she answered. 

“So.. A date.” Elvis said with a chuckle. 

“Whatever. If that’s what you want to call it.” Rebecca said with a smile. 

He grinned and when he finished his food he wiped his mouth with his napkin and she pushed away what she had left and drank a bit of her coke before she lit a cigarette and stared at him as she took a drag. Elvis raised an eyebrow as he watched her smoke. 

“Y’know.. You shouldn’t smoke so much.” he says. 

Rebecca furrowed her brow at him as she purposely took a bigger drag and blew the smoke in his direction with a smirk. 

“You’re gonna lecture me now on smoking? Thanks for the heads up, dad.” she said sarcastically. 

Elvis shot her a look because of her sarcastic tone which he was still getting used to. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before they both started to just laugh. It felt like the ice was finally beginning to break between the two of them as they began to engage in conversation. 

“Can I ask ya something? I hope I don’t offend you.” Elvis asked. 

“Ooh, this should be good! Ask away.” Rebecca said happily as she put her cigarette out. 

“What made you get into porn?” Elvis questioned. 

Rebecca had a feeling that was going to be his question because that was always the first question people wanted to know. She never had an issue answering either. She smiled at him as she took another swig of her coke. 

“I know it’ll sound cliche. But growing up in the midwest I’ve always had dreams of coming to New York and becoming an actress. I love movies and also admire actors and actresses and felt it was something I could do. Something I can still do. So, I moved here at 17 and struggled for some time trying to get auditions and a year later I saw this one company was looking for girls for an “artsy” film. I thought it could be a start, you know? Turns out that artsy film was porn. By that point, I didn’t have money and it was a job. So, in hopes of being discovered for what I really want to do, I did it. I’ve been doing it since.” she said with a shrug. 

Elvis listened intently to her every word, finding her story fascinating. He only just met her but he could see she could be doing more with her life. More than just porn. She had the face for movies and already looked like a movie star. 

“Have ya thought about trying to find real acting jobs? Y’know, doing something where you could be creating real art. You seem to be wastin’ your talent with porn.” Elvis asked. 

She laughed at his words. 

“I have and I still do. But who’s gonna take a pornstar and make her a real actress? And hey, who says porn isn’t art? There’s an art to this. But men don’t see that because you’re always concerned with the pussy and the fucking.” Rebecca said with a small laugh. 

“Oh? Now I’d love to hear more.” Elvis replied, completely fascinated with the conversation. 

“Well, just think about it. There’s always a story being told that leads up to the fucking. They don’t just start fucking. There’s this huge build up. But men don’t ever notice that. Hell, you don’t even care about the story that’s being told. Sometimes the story is more interesting than the fucking. Trust me.” she explained. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit. 

“You’re telling me a dirty movie like Deep Throat has a story to tell and it’s not just about her sucking dick?” Elvis laughed. 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, man. Deep Throat pathed the way for the porn that now have these detailed stories of how two people end up fucking. They get real creative.” she answered. 

“Wow, I never thought of it like that.” Elvis responded as he smiled at her. 

“Men never do.” she said with a smirk. 

“You’re somethin’ else, ya know that?” Elvis hummed. 

Rebecca smiled at him and she could feel her walls coming down as the two of them continued to talk about their families and their jobs. Elvis mentioned his daughter to her and showed her pictures. Rebecca wasn’t expecting the night to go so well or to even find him this interesting but once they started talking they couldn’t stop. As the night went on they had been talking till nearly midnight. When Rebecca noticed the time she suggested she’d get home. Elvis respected her wishes and had Lamar bring the car around so they could take her back home. On the drive back to her house she was now sitting beside him feeling a bit more comfortable with him after getting to know him more and seeing what a gentleman he had been the whole night. Elvis smiled and they continued to talk some more the entire drive. 

Once she got back home he got out to walk her to the door. 

“I told you last night I’m a big girl.” She laughed. 

“You can never be too careful, honey.” he hummed as he smiled at her. 

The two of them stood on her front porch and stared at one another for a moment. 

“So, I really had a nice time with you tonight. Unfortunately, I’ve gotta leave tonight to continue my tour. But I’d like to set somethin’ up and come back out so we could do this again, honey.” Elvis said. 

Rebecca nodded and smiled at his words. She had to admit she wanted to do this again. She actually had a really nice time with him and it was the first time she had an intellectual conversation with a man who didn’t want something in return from her. He actually listened to her. She was surprised to see just how smart and deep he was. 

“I’d like that, Elvis.” she hummed as she leaned over to kiss his cheek before they said their goodbyes and she headed into her apartment, she watched from the window as he smiled to himself and got back into the car and Lamar drove him away. 

For next few months Elvis would fly out to New York and the two of them would have dinner in some hotel lobby restaurant or sometimes in his suite with the guys always present as he promised. The two of them would talk about everything and anything. Film, music, books, spirituality. They never ran out of things to talk about and the relationship was growing closer each time. She really began to look up to Elvis and saw him as a sort of a mentor and a friend. She felt such a closeness to him in a short amount of time because of how much they seemed to have in common especially with their age difference. But it was a closeness and a friendship they both needed because they were two people searching for something more. Eventually Elvis convinced to get a phone put in that he bought that would be just for him to call. She named it ‘The Elvis Phone.” Whenever he wanted to get in contact with her that phone rang, sometimes it would be him and sometimes it would be Charlie letting her know he was coming to town. But it was getting hard for Elvis to make these trips because he could tell Linda was growing suspicious as to why he was always flying to New York. She always turned a blind eye to his other women. But something was different this time. He saw her less and grew more and more distant as the months went on. 

The Ritz Carlton - New York - December 1975

Elvis and Rebecca were having their usual dinner of burgers and fries with a couple of cokes and as their night was dwindling down and nearing an end. Elvis smiled at her and rested his hand on top of hers and she flashed him a smile. She could tell something was on his mind because he kept staring at her as if he wanted to ask her something. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. 

Elvis chuckled. 

“Well, I wanted to ask ya something. I’ve got to head out to Vegas to fulfill my engagement there at the International and I’ll be there for a few weeks. So, we won’t be able to do this. So.. uh.. I was wonderin’ if you’d come out and spend a week or two with me. Just so we can continue to have our dinners.” Elvis replied. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at his words and she carefully pulled her hand away from him. 

“Um, I don’t know.. You know with work and everything. I can’t afford to miss out on pay. I’ve got responsibilities. I also can’t afford Vegas” she uttered hesitantly. She didn’t really like the idea of being away with him for two weeks. Yes, she’d miss their dinners if he couldn’t come out to see her. But together in Vegas? She just wasn’t sure. Even though she felt like she could trust him she still had her guard up once in a while with him. 

“Listen, I’ll pay you what you’d get working. You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing if you came out. The room would be paid for and I’d take care of it all, honey.” Elvis assured her. 

She shifted a bit in her seat and she shook her head. “I don’t want your money, Elvis. I don’t want that to become a thing in this friendship.” she responded. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow when she called them friends. Elvis felt more than just a friend to her, so that hurt a bit. But he wasn’t going to get into that now. He shook his head at her. 

“Well as a friend I want to help you and I’d like you in Vegas with me. Please?” he hummed. 

She let out a soft sigh. “Can I think about it?” she asked. 

He nodded once. “You can. But I’m leavin’ tonight. So, I’d need an answer soon.” Elvis replied. 

She nodded at his words as their dinner came to an end Elvis took her back home and as usual she kissed his cheek goodnight and thanked him for dinner. 

“I’ll give you a call in about an hour. I hope you decide to come.” Elvis mumbled before the two of them parted ways and she headed inside to find her friends sitting on the couch and they could see the puzzled look on her face as a soft sigh escaped her. 

“Everything okay, Becca?” Abby asked. 

Rebecca nodded as she came to sit beside them. “Elvis asked me to come to Vegas with him for two weeks. But I don’t think I’m going to go.” she said softly. 

Paul nearly shot up in his seat as he looked at her. “What? Why not?” he asked. 

She shrugged. “I just.. I don’t know. I just have this feeling that I shouldn’t go. I’ve enjoyed my time with him, but two weeks in Vegas? With him? I don’t know.” Rebecca remarked. 

“You’d be crazy not to go, man. You practically spend so much time with him when he’s here and if you didn’t like him a little bit, I’m sure you wouldn’t have gone out with him as much as you have these past few months.” Abby chimed in. 

“Exactly. We see the way you light up when the Elvis phone rings.” Paul adds. 

Rebecca rolls her eyes. “It’s not like that. He’s just become a good friend to talk to and we have a lot in common.” She says. 

“Even still. There’s something about him you like even if you won’t admit to anyone or yourself. So, don’t be stupid. Go to Vegas with him, man.” Abby responded. 

Deep down Rebecca knew that the both of them were right. She did like Elvis but not in that way. But she did begin to care for him as friends do. But that was it; her feelings for him was purely friendship on her end and she didn’t want anything to ruin that. But she would be stupid to say no to him plus she’d get a chance to see him in his element which she hadn’t gotten a chance to do yet. He’s seen plenty of her. She got up from her seat and smiled. 

“Alright, I’ll go. This is why I can always count on you guys to get me out of my own head.” She said with a small laugh. They chuckled as they watched her rush upstairs. She headed to her room and went to her closet to get her suitcase and she knew she didn’t have a lot of time to pack especially with him calling shortly for her answer. She grabbed what clothes she could and packed them into her suitcase along with her makeup, toothbrush and curling iron. She needed another suitcase just for her shoes as she rushed around the messy room making sure she had everything she needed and in the midst of all of this the Elvis phone began to ring and she smiled as she stopped what she was doing and went over to answer it. 

“Elvis?!” she answered. 

He chuckled at the way she answered the phone. 

“Hi, honey. Have ya thought about it?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’ve decided I’ll go. But just for two weeks.” she replied. 

She wouldn’t know it but he had the biggest smile on his face when he heard her answer. Now all he had to do was keep Linda from coming out for those two weeks. 

“Perfect. I’ll have Lamar come pick you up soon and I’ll meet ya at the airport.” he said softly.

Once they got off the phone she finished up packing and she decided to let the director of her next film know she’d need a replacement and before she knew it Lamar was back out front with the cadillac and she said her goodbyes to her friends as she headed out the door and into the car, taking a deep breath as she got into the car and Lamar packed her bags into the trunk and on their way to JFK airport she stared out the window and her thoughts ran wild and she hoped that she was she doing the right thing. As they got to the airport Elvis was already there waiting for her on the steps of the plane and she got out of the car and Lamar carried her bags for her as she made her way over and up the steps to Elvis who had the biggest grin on his face as he greeted her. The two set out for Sin City together as they boarded the plane, unaware of what was to come during the next two weeks. 

Las Vegas is calling and I must go….

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[thecollectionsof]

hi 😊 the random question of the week is what's the last thing a friend or a loved one of yours has done that has brought you joy recently?

hi sandra!!!!!!!!

i've been a little down lately but my roommate and i are making dinner together tonight and then we'll get to spend some time together finally :) it's been like a week and a half since we got to genuinely hang out and i didn't realize how much i missed it until we made the plans !!!!! it does mean that i'm just waiting around for them to finish dnd like a puppy waiting for their person to come home, but i am so patient and can wait soooo easily (lying just a little bit) (i'm being so brace and strong about it)

it's your turn now, what's something nice that's brought you joy?? :D

[cassieuncaged]

"can't you at least stay for breakfast?" for wrick & "i don't think my legs will work tomorrow" for maglias from the morning after prompts!! :D

suggestive angst and fluff beneath the cut!

Wren x Rick

Draped in a cotton sheet, green eyes watched diligently as he dressed. There was always business or Bianca to attend to.

"Can't you at least stay for breakfast?" Wren bargained, happy that her roommate was gone for the moment. Rick's jaw set as he cinched his belt. He didn't enjoy this, the painful domestic moments. They left him aching for something that was forbidden in the life of a criminal.

There wasn't an opportunity for familial moments, holding Wren and considering a life together. Rick knew better, better than to have emotions, to care. Wren didn't have a place in his psyche. She was a tool. One that he enjoyed, though that was all she'd ever be.

"Can't." he added curtly, shrugging on a black button up, "Have business to take care of."

Another associate had ended up on Terminal Island that he had to attend to. Mostly making sure Bob get a plea deal or making plans to keep mouths shut.

Wren had her own business but often cleared it to be the man's accessory. Besides, she didn't have to swindle when he took care of her. And Bianca's jealousy had waned which made life easier.

"Just this one time, Rick." She didn't like being vulnerable, exposing her heart to someone bound to shatter. A wry grin played at wide lips.

"What about dinner tonight. Bianca's at the club." it was always a bargain with him.

"What about work?" she pouted, noses brushing as he leaned in close.

"I call the shots," he nipped at her playfully. "You want dinner, we'll get dinner."

Wren knew better than to argue, delighting in the explorative kiss she was met with. She should be angry, furious at such a blatant dismissal. Yet, Rick sated her primal urges in way no one could understand.

Even when all she really craved was intimacy.

Maggie x Elias

Ragged breaths filled the room in a chorus, sweat permeating in the air as both slowly came down from a shared high. Maggie squeezed her thighs together once more, attempting to savor the pleasant buzz surging through her body.

"You're amazing," Elias cooed, swaddling them both in a quilt. "You know that?"

"You keep saying that," the red head nuzzled into one side, throwing an arm possessively over his belly. He grinned, tightening his own grip on the woman. "Suppose it must be true."

"Damn right it is. You're the best gal I've ever been blessed with meeting."

"I think I'm the most tired gal," suppressing a yawn, a nest of ginger curls splayed across one pectoral. Elias wrapped a curl around one finger delighting in the pleasant weight she supplied against his torso.

"Pretty damn beat myself. I don't think my legs will work tomorrow. They're still practically shaking."

"Mine are too. I can't remember the last time that happened." Maggie sighed happily, enjoying the slight soreness resonating in her limbs. A comfortable silence settled over the two as sleep swiftly approached.

"You know I love you, right? Cause I really do." Elias murmured, stroking the curve of a button nose.

"I've always known." Yawning her admission, the last words of the evening were whispered into a dark room. And he'd hold them dear to his at that simple phrase tickled tired ears, "I love you."

[snowmuttgetsweird]

7/29/24, witching hour

Eatin' dinner. Tried to approximate a sorta beef and broccoli thing with ground beef. Was too lazy to make the broccoli though so I basically just threw in the ground beef, seasoned it, browned it, added a couple handfuls of frozen green bellpepper and frozen onion (I buy them cheap and then chop 'em up and freeze them for future use), made a sauce out of worcestershire, soy sauce, a LOT of black pepper, red chili flake, and I think just a sprinkle of sugar, and then threw in like a handful of frozen green beans I've got a big already-open bag of in the freezer. Threw it together with some rice, lil furikake, lil sriracha, boom. Food. Tonight I also added some edamame beans to the mix.

Gym was enlightening. Turns out I struggle on a 3x8 set of lateral side raises with 10lb weights. My shoulders are shiiit. I'm told their development is heavily linked to your testosterone level. Well guess who had a rock-bottom testosterone level at his last physical? This guuuuuy. But that'll kinda get repaired as I keep up the weight lifting- at least that's the hope. Compound exercises, like squats especially, are great for boosting your testosterone. Just gotta keep lifting heavy and soon I'll be moving up to 15lb dumbbells like the big boys :D :D :D

No but really though I do hope my testosterone shoots up to normal levels by doing this. I've mentioned that I have like, very low sex drive and low interest in sex in general, and it's got me thinking I'm demi, but it could ALSO just be that I'm depressed and my hormones suck shit, but exercise helps with mental stuff and should theoretically fix my hormones. If it DOESN'T, well, I know that it's something else and I'm not JUST fat.

That's right folks, I'm NOT just working out to get huge or whatever- we're eliminating VARIABLES, BABY!

At least the way I figure, I can't afford therapy, or doctor visits, or medication, or anything like that, but maybe I can at least do this. At least I can say I'm doing as much as I can, making as much as an effort as I possibly can, to do right by myself by giving my brain the best foundation it can hope for to do what it's SUPPOSED to do- a functional, healthy body.

On that note I should get some metamucil. Regulating my digestion would probably help my body absorb nutrients way better.

Also side note I think I've perfected the dry to wet ratios on my overnight oats, but time will tell. I've been measuring my oats by weight to 40g but honestly I think being THAT specific is kinda cringe, so I just went for the full half-cup instead, and then did slightly UNDER a half-cup of milk, doubled the chia seeds to a full tbsp, and kept everything else the same- big spoonful of yogurt, rounded scoop of protein powder. No sweetener, but this time I added a rounded tsp of instant coffee and about the same in cocoa powder, and then this morning I added, like, literally like a tsp of this coffee creamer my roommate's nana recommended I try, and it came out really good, so I'm trying to recreate that tonight. We'll see what happens!

Uh last thing I guess, I made an impulsive purchase I probably shouldn't have. Monday nights where I work, I'm basically babysitting the place while it more or less runs itself, so once any tasks I need to get done GET done, I read a book. I had meant to bring an extra book with me today cause I was like a 10-15 sitdown away from finishing my at-the-time current book, but forgot, so I ran down to the closest book store and picked up one that I've had my eye on for a WHILE and have just never found at my local discount book shop: Slewfoot by Brom. I've read from Brom before and enjoyed his work, so I'm looking forward to digging into this one more- I already like what I've read so far. I feel like I'll finish this one quickly. Twenty bucks is a little steep for me as far as books go since I'm used to like, old beat-up $2 dollar paperbacks off the clearance rack of discount book shops, but I think it's gonna be worth it, and I think I deserve a treat now and again.

Actual last thing I've been playing Golden Sun. I've played it before but I didn't get very far in that run so long ago so I'm experiencing a lot of it for the first time and it's actually really good. I actually /love/ the Djinni system and the way that your moveset changes as you cycle them mid-battle, it's really cool. Looking forward to more of that.

NOT looking forward to the DOMS I'm gonna have tomorrow or the next day, but AM looking forward to drawing. I have some ideas. Here's hoping the whole "exercise helps you focus" thing holds some truth. Wish me luck.

[boneyardbimbo]

This is just for me. I needed to see that the pros outweigh the cons.

Cons

I have a 6-8 page essay to write that is many days late, I got a tarot reading that said my boyfriend's probably gonna break up with me, my psychiatrist forgot to call in my updated prescription and hasn't answered my emails about it, my ex and I are in the same film crew and he doesn't understand boundaries, I've had a sinus infection for nine months which means I've had near-constant headaches for that long, I need to wash out my ears but can't until I buy tips for my ear-squeegee, I have exactly 59 cents in my bank account, I relapsed, my tachycardia is acting up, my twitch is acting up, one of my roommates won't leave me alone, another roommate won't let me like anything, I fucked up my ankles during Rocky Horror so now I can't walk up or down stairs without opening the scabs, I don't have the energy to clean my room, my glasses don't work, I forgot about my Spanish homework until just now, my old injuries are acting up, and there's a guy studying in the same basement I'm in so I can't take a quick nap and set an alarm.

Pros

I just did some of my laundry, my boss let me keep the Halloween decoration of Sam from Trick 'r Treat at my work station, I haven't gone a day without brushing my teeth in weeks, I get paid later today, I get to finish choosing my classes later today, I have the best family a girl could ask for, I have really nice friends, I have an incredible best friend, I have a crazy high caffeine tolerance, I've realized where I have room to grow emotionally, I might have made a new friend tonight, I finally got new headphones so I can listen to music again, I got a Spotify premium free trial, I am being educated, I have slippers that look like cows, I'm moving out of my shitty six-man and into an apartment where I will have a single room, Thanksgiving break is almost here so I can go home for a week, this semester is almost over, if I get a D in a class that isn't for my major I still pass, my advisor secretly pre-registered me for some classes that would have been really hard to get into otherwise, I have a kickass camera, I have a really cool job with really nice bosses, I had a really good gyro for dinner, I have really cool spooky soaps, I looked hot in Rocky Horror while also being the plus-sized representation I wish I had seen on that stage my freshman year, I finally have a radio show, my professors are nice, my film shoot went surprisingly well on Wednesday, I get more filming experience this weekend, I get to go off campus this weekend, I get to hang out with a cool sorority sister I never talk to on Sunday, I get to watch the second Friday the 13th with my best friend on Sunday, I'm wearing a very soft and silly t-shirt

[holdinbacksecrets]

hiya :D i love your writing so much and think everything you put out is absolutely romantic and beautiful <3 <3 I was wondering if you could do one where the tannies are supporting their S/O who lives or used to live in an emotionally abusive/exhausting household?

hello! thank you so much!

tw: talks of emotional abuse / dealing with emotionally abusive households. no heavily detailed experiences of emotional abuse though

namjoon: you grew up in an emotionally abusive household, and the impacts of that made it hard to imagine a romantic relationship. for years you’ve been going to therapy, and you never dreamed of asking him to join you, but he offered. he wanted to be and do the best he could in order to help you navigate your relationship, take it at your own pace, but also accept the inevitable challenges.

jin: he has a hard time adjusting to the news and worried about saying anything to possibly trigger you. he may become slightly cautious or reserved. you have to reassure jin and promise that all you want is for him to be himself. “i trust you. please, trust yourself too.”

yoongi: as soon as he found out he came to your apartment and packed your things himself. there was absolutely no way he was letting you stay in an unhealthy living environment. “at least stay the night tonight, and we can talk about different options in the morning, ok? i want to know you’re safe… i want you to know you’re safe. anything i can do to help you, i will”

hoseok: when he asks you to move in with him, you threw up in the kitchen sink. it hadn’t even been a year since you began living on your own, and you were not far enough removed from the situation or felt healed enough from the trauma to imagine living with anyone yet, even if it was your lovely boyfriend. sadly, your strong reaction made him feel absolutely horrible, expecting a break up to be inevitable, but you were honest. he was understanding and touched you felt comfortable enough to share your story with him. for now, the two of you were sticking to sleepovers, and you felt a weight fizzle away knowing something that had been giving you anxiety is out in the open

jimin: he noticed something slightly off when he joined you for a dinner out with your roommates. your whole demeanor shifted as soon as you spotted the group at their table. you squeezed his hand and took a deep breath. he was lovely and charming throughout the meal but easily noticed how difficult it was for you. he didn’t want to bring it up too soon, but started inviting you over to spend the night more regularly. one evening, he finally asked what was going on, and you shared the constant criticism your roommates subjected you to, along with their inability to keep up with any household chores or extend any common curtesy, leaving you exhausted in uneasy. he was happy to listen, offer advice, and assure you his home was yours to- could be yours if you wanted to move in.

taehyung: he felt anger towards the people who hurt you, but it came out in waves of confusion. he had no idea, and he felt so guilty because he wondered if he missed something… if he didn’t know you as well as he thought he did. you explained that this has been something you’ve become far too good at hiding, but he’s the only person you’ve felt comfortable enough to share all the details with.

jungkook: he cried the night you told him about your past and the toxic dynamic you spent years living in. it resulted in experiencing a constant agitation- a state of restlessness, focused on keeping yourself safe, so it was going to take you a bit of time for your mind to catch up with your body: to realize being with him is safe. that his love is sweet and sincere. and all he asks of you is to be communicative with him if you’re ever uncomfortable. he understands it may be challenging for you to do, so he buys you a little pack of sticky notes in case it’s hard to verbalize something you know needs to be said / shared

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

FIRST TIME....WITH A TWIST

Prompt: Requested by a lovely nonny ❤️ I hope you like it and thank you so much 💕😘

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Damian Priest x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, rough sex, slight dirty talk

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sassymox , @aerynscrichton , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @sunnyyeoo , @bayley-no-friends , @alyhull

Notes: If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😘

We were holding hands as we left the restaurant. The night had been nothing but perfect! Damian is always the most incredible gentleman, so caring, thoughtful, open doors, and brings flowers...As we approached his car, I said

“I didn’t want this night to end...”

“It doesn’t have to” He smiled

I smiled back “Do you think we could go to your place?”

Since I shared my apartment with a friend, I knew we would have more privacy at his place instead.

“It would be my pleasure” He kissed my knuckles before closing the passenger door

We spent the roughly fifteen minute drive to his place in a comfortable silence.

Damian and I had been officially dating for two months now and we hadn’t had sex yet. We agreed on taking this slow and it was kinda funny how all the times we tried to have sex, something happened: My roommate came home unexpectedly, someone called him, someone called me, a fight happened in the next door neighbor’s apartment...It almost felt as if the universe was trying to cock block us.

“Let’s go, mami” He offered me his hand, to help me get out of his SUV so I wouldn’t risk losing my balance in the six inch heels I had chosen to wear

“Thank you” I smiled and took his hand

Damian then escorted me inside his home, and proceeded to give me the “grand tour”

“This is a fancy place you’ve got” I said as I collapsed onto his lovely black leather couch after said tour

“Nah” He chuckled, while handing me a glass of red wine “It’s a nice house but it’s nothing fancy” He took a sip of his wine

“It’s very pretty” I said while looking around “You have an incredible taste”

“I sure do” He stared at me with dark, lustful eyes

My cheeks became a bright shade of pink from his comment, and I took another sip of the wine in order to swallow away my shyness

Damian scooted closer to me “Did you enjoy our dinner?”

“Yes, I loved it. Thank you” I smiled fondly “What are you thinking about?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, D. Honestly”

“I’m thinking about how the wine is kicking in and I really want to make out with you...hard”

I laughed lightly “You sound like a horny teenager” And placed my wine glass on his coffee table

“Wanna do something about it?” I smirked

“Oh” He chuckled while I straddled his hips “Mami...don’t tease me like that”

“I’m serious!” I took his wine glass away from him and placed it near my own.

“Are you?” He smiled lazily

“Dead serious, Priest” I leaned down to capture his lips in a sensual kiss

Damian’s hands came down to my ass, spreading his palms on my cheeks. Our kiss deepened, and I pressed my breasts against his sculpted chest

“Mira, mami...” He pulled back “We should stop-”

“But I don’t wanna stop” I whined

“You know where this will lead us, right?”

“Yes, and I’ve been wanting to go there for at least a month” I smirked

Damian smiled while pulling me towards him “So you’ve been thinking about getting this dick, huh?” He teased

“A lot!”

“I can help you out with that” He smirked

“Oh please do! I’m tired of using my vibrator for that” I chuckled but Damian’s eyes became dark with lust

“I do want you to show me exactly how you use your vibrator later on though” He growled

Picking me up in his arms, he took me to his bedroom and placed me down on his bed. Damian kissed down my body, while stripping me off my clothes

“You’re so fucking beautiful” He whispered against the waistband of my pink lace panties

“Baby, please” I whimpered

He smirked while pulling my underwear down. His tongue soon met my clit, followed by his lips closing around the little bundle of nerves

“Fuck” I moaned softly and Damian hummed

The vibrations of his humming made me see stars, and when he slid one, and then two fingers in me, I could’ve sworn I died and went to heaven

“Holy shit” I gasped as Damaian crooked his fingers

“I want you to cum on my tongue, mami” He kissed my clit “Will you do that for me?”

“Fuck yes” I moaned

“C’mon, mi amor” He turned up the pace of his fingers “Let me taste you” And kissed my inner thigh before closing his lips around my clit again

My walls closed around his fingers as my orgasm exploded. His name left my lips as a mantra and it was the only thing I could say.

Damian’s lips soon covered mine and I could taste myself on his lips

“Fuck, you’re good” I gasped

“I didn’t even get started with you, bebé” He chuckled, while quickly stripping off his clothes

“Let me-”

“Later, mami. Now I just need to be in you” He urgently said while covering my body with his.

Damian placed his tip against my entrance and slowly thrusted forward. While kissing my lips he began this sweet love making session, and I was just...not having it.

It wasn’t what I wanted or needed. I wanted rougher, dirtier and faster!

“Baby” I broke our kiss “It’s not working...can you go faster?”

“Faster?”

“Yeah, like...rough?”

“You like it rough?”

“I love it” I confessed

Damian smirked “Oh mami, we were certainly made for each other” And placed my legs up on his shoulders “Because I love a hard fucking” He smirked before pounding in me - hard

“Fuck, yes baby” I moaned as his cock kept hitting my g-spot

“Is this better, amor? Getting your pussy pounded hard makes you feel better?”

“So much better” I gasped “Choke me, please” I placed his hand around my throat

Damian growled “You’re such a perfect little slut, aren’t you? Choking, rough fucking...” He licked a stripe from my neck to my cheek

“Yes, sir” I whispered “Your perfect little slut” I smiled

“MY perfect little slut” He smiled back “I can’t wait to play with you all night long, mami. I wanna tie you up, edge this sweet little pussy until you’re begging me for mercy, fuck you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow morning”

“Yes, please do. Do all of it”

“Oh I will! Trust me when I say you won’t ever think about any other man once I’m done with you”

“I don’t want any other man, I just want you! No one has ever fucked me this good” I looked down towards where we were joined together

“Now that’s a shame” He grabbed my hips with his hands, pinned me down to the mattress and moved his hips at an almost inhuman pace “We’ll change that, don’t worry...We got all night long to do so” He chuckled

Damian’s thumb began to rub my clit furiously and it only took that to make me cum for the second time tonight

“Fuck” I moaned loudly as my walls closed hard around him, making almost impossible for him to move

“So fucking tight” He grunted and seconds later, his own release was triggered

Damian’s hot, thick seed coated my walls, triggering another mini orgasm in me. He kept himself buried deep in me, until he started to soften.

He laid down by my side and pulled me closer to him, so I could lay down on top of him

“I’ve been needing this for so long” I purred

While chuckling, Damian caressed my hair “That makes two of us, mami”

I rested my chin on top of his chest “Really?”

“Of course, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about getting down and dirty with you ever since our first date!” He laughed

“Oh, you’re nasty” I teased and straddled his hips

“I am, and as far as I could tell, you are too” He sit up and hugged me tightly

“Yes, sir” I whispered “So when do I get to be tied up, huh?”

"Ay mami” He quickly turned us around and my back was now against the mattress “You have no idea what I plan to do with you” And smirked

Please, if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[yoificfinder]

Here are some Phichit-centric fics. Happy birthday, Phichit!!!

america goals by magnetic wave [G, 4K]

Friendship means never having to say you’re sorry that the lighting in that Instagram made them look sallow. All of the bulbs in Walmart are fluorescent, so, really: what can you do.

Colors At First Sight by @spainkitty [G, 4K]

In a world of black and white, only making eye contact with your Soulmate allows a person to see colors. Love at first sight, a tale as old as time. The thing is, it's not only for the romantic. Not everyone's love looks exactly the same as everyone else's.

So just what does Phichit's love look like?

Feathers on the Ice by Kiranokira / @kyashin [E, 79K]

After dinner and a bath and quality hamster time, snuggled in bed cocooned within his eight entirely necessary pillows, Phichit indulges himself and investigates Seung-gil's hashtag. There isn’t much from Seung-gil himself, but Seung-gil's fans are many and dedicated. Amid the photos of Seung-gil at competitions or practicing and the few candid shots of Seung-gil in airports or out on the streets of Seoul, there’s a very recent professional video uploaded by user andjoy_studio.

Phichit clicks on it, and his life changes.

full circle by seventhstar [G, 3K]

The first time Phichit tries to cook Thai food in Detroit, he is alone. Celestino, his new coach, is busy; his roommate and rinkmate, Yuuri Katsuki, is out of town at a competition and hasn’t yet returned. It’s just Phichit alone in his apartment, staring at the empty cupboards, trying to decide what to eat.

Phichit’s not much of a chef, truth be told. He’s cooked very little. But the quality of the Thai restaurants in Detroit is suspect, and he is hungry; the English on every billboard and the bitter cold of Detroit wear on him like a millstone, and he is homesick. He can’t bring Bangkok’s sun or conjure up one of his five siblings to talk to him in his native tongue, but he can put together a meal that tastes right.

Can’t he?

He Likes to Smile by kiafeles [G, 1K]

Phichit thinks about what it means to be in sixth place after the Grand Prix.

if i'm a pagan of the good times by phichit-chu [M, 2K]

Phichit knows how it'll end, but he has always been known for throwing himself head first into whatever sparks something bright and living in him. Skating. Watching the sky. Yuuri's lips.

one is silver, the other's gold by @spookyfoot [G, 2K]

Out of the goodness of his heart, and because he wants an excuse to eat blini without worrying about Ciao Ciao’s eagle eyes, Phichit had agreed to grace Russia—and Victor’s latest ice show—with his presence. He’s only in Russia for a few days, which is probably as much cold as he’d want to withstand. Victor and Yuuri have shuttled him around the city, showing him that St. Petersburg has more to offer than ice and snow and a friend that he’s missed seeing in person rather than on video chat.

But tonight, they’re ensconced in Victor and Yuuri’s apartment. Victor’s off dealing with a last minute lighting emergency—(“How the lighting designer failed to account for all of the sequins I’ll never know. It’s figure skating!”)—though Phichit suspects that it’s mostly to give Phichit a chance to spend time with Yuuri rather than Victor-and-Yuuri. There’s a movie on the flat screen behind them.

“Do you want What Happens in Phuket Stays In Phuket, Tongue Thai-d, or Turn Down for Wat? ” Phichit asks, bottles dangling from his fingers.

phichit series by mushroombiome [G, 1K]

"Phichit, why do you skate?"

six seconds of life by EyeofKaleidoscope [T, 3K]

Phichit mourns the loss of Vine (he even plans a funeral).

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Other peoples' rec:

The Date(s) by handwritten

Thanks for the rec, @ibovaryyou!

[rivangel]

1k is a big number, congrats on that!!!

Hopefully I got this right...For your event, can I please request bullet points 4 and 11 From the Empty - Dissocation Starters in a College setting? Maybe something along the lines of Reader's mind tends to blank out at times and they forget everything that they done from anywhere between twenty minutes to an hour?

Hopefully that's ok, if not then feel free to ignore it!

Thank you!

thank you!! you got it perfectly right dw. i love writing dissociation pls

content/warnings: college roommate!Levi, descriptions of dissociation, hurt/comfort

wc: ~.7k

Ever since Levi was surprised with a roommate—he was approved late, with most other dorms taken by at least one person, and he thought he preferred to live alone—you, he has tiptoed around you a little. You both get along great, but he'd be lying if he said he was used to always having another person around. A friend.

And, maybe he has been crushing on you since sophomore year, and he's mentally having a crisis.

He scrubs a hand down his face and shoves his notes aside on his bedroom's desk. He can't focus like this... especially with the savory warm smell wafting its way in from the kitchen.

You're cooking tonight, for the first time since you arrived, and he's busy wondering whether you plan to spare him any. He kind of locked himself in his room before pans began to clatter, and so he has no idea what you're making.

He doesn't get why he can't just talk to you like a normal person. It's not like—

The oven beeps from way down the hall, in the kitchen.

It's not like you hate him. Quite the opposite, it seems like. You always try to include him in things, and you share many of the same friends, even some classes.

He needs to get up the guts to do something, but you have a tendency to make him freeze at all moments. Levi, frozen.

Then he frowns. Nothing but silence has come from the kitchen so far, so he stands and pads down the hall.

When he gets there, before all else he sees you. You, sat in the bend between the L-shaped counter with your knees folded up to your chest and a fat pair of headphones on your head.

It's like you're... high, staring off into nothing, rocking slightly. Your eyes open, then close. You don't notice him.

Levi says your name as he shuts off the oven and grabs a pair of mitts. Seems you made a whole casserole. Damn.

Upon further inspection, some ingredients like the onion and chopped celery are sitting out, neglected to have been mixed in with the slimy bowl in the sink, and so, the casserole.

No reply as he opens the fridge, but of course not, right? The headphones.

Still. You don't seem to even see him.

He stuffs the food in, only to frown when he spots an empty can of chicken broth sitting on the top shelf.

Worry drops his heart to his stomach.

He shuts the fridge without another thought before dropping down to your side, and shaking your shoulder. "Hey, are you—with me?"

Hoping, praying he isn't overstepping, he nudges your headphones back, and slides them around your neck. Nothing's playing.

He snaps your name.

You jerk and look from his retreating hand to him, blinking slow. Your brow knits. “...What? I… Fuck, I'm dizzy." Your eyes close.

"What?" he parrots.

"I... don’t know how I got here.”

"You were making dinner," Levi says, like it's obvious, which it should be.

Should he take you somewhere? Your application, nor you yourself ever warned him about this... what, zoning out? He strongly considers what to do.

"How do I help you?" He urgently searches your lost gaze.

You seem to register the look on his face, finally. “Sometimes, I just… do this. It’s fine.” You blink rapidly. "Levi... 'm sorry. Sorry, I..."

"No, stop worrying." He blushes, looks down. "You mind if I help you stand?—D-Do you need help?"

Your jaw stammers, eyes wide and shiny, like they're daring to cry, but the tears are blocked.

"Here," he tells you gently. A warm palm lands on your shoulder again, then another.

You lurch towards the contact. "I don't know where I am," you blubber, breathing harder. "I-I dunno..."

Your headphones drop from their precarious place by your ear, but not quick enough that Levi can't catch them.

"You're in our kitchen, in our dorm," he soothes.

"This... will end," he goes on, because it must. He says your name softly. "Come with me, to your room. You're gonna be fine, I'll take care of it."

You nod tearfully.

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Dealing With People Who Don't Care (Ticci Toby X F!Reader)

Dealing With People Who Don't Care

[Ticci Toby X F!Reader]

[Warnings: slight language and calls to violence? Bullying, slight yandere behavior]

[AN: Requested from ѕρσσку яανισlι on Quotev! Idk if I'm ready to tell y'all that this was basically my first quarter of college.]

College wasn’t supposed to be like this, at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. When you graduated from high school, you were told that petty drama and catty people were going to fade away because that was high school and this is college. Something new, something for young adults, and something you’d been looking forward to for far, far too long.

Truth be told, in high school, you didn’t really have any problems. You mostly got along with the people you did talk to and aside from a few arcs which you lovingly call ‘character development’, you generally kept your head down and to yourself which allowed you to stay off some of the cruller people’s radars. You were liked when it was necessary but ultimately stuck to yourself.

How did it all go so wrong?

When you first came in on orientation day, you’d met up with a group of girls and bonded on the train ride back to campus. There was a group chat made and you were a ready part of it. You felt nicely about your entire situation because these were nice girls, and they treated you like you held the sun and rose the moon. Is that what positive friendship was like?

For the first few weeks, everything with them was a bliss. Unfortunately, you were the only person from that group in your specific branch and major. This meant that you often spent most of your daylight hours alone or with yourself entirely. The other girls all had majors that were almost word for word the same, and that meant that they spent a lot of time together. Slowly, that had been growing closer and closer to each other and leaving you out.

It came in small doses at first, and you had chalked it up to your nature being so different from theirs. They were much more extroverted than you ever could have been. They were fire, and you were ice. But that did not mean that you were boring, or any less interesting, you were just quieter, preferring to take this just as softly. Wandering around the city with maybe one or two people, talking about the things that matter as opposed to getting wasted in a crowded apartment with fifty people who don’t even care about your wellbeing.

That’s what was different about you than them.

“Hey ladies,” you smile widely as you take your tray of food from the cafeteria to the table where all the girls sat. You notice that they’re all engrossed in conversation but quickly turn to greet you with smiles and waves.

“Hi, Reader! How has your day been?” Maria greets, her fingers gently tugging through her blonde hair. “Me and Georgina were just talking about you.”

Georgina nods and pats the seat next to her for you to sit down. “Yeah, what have you been up to?”

You take a seat next to the redhead and sip from your drink. “It was alright. With midterms coming up though… Little stressed,” you admit as the two girls sitting around you frown in response. “Lots of essays, some minor discussion posts, a group project but we’re just starting it early because it counts for like, 20 percent of our grade and is part of our final,” you say as you stab into your food.

“Oh? A group project?” Georgina asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

You nod. “It’s actually more like a partner project. I’m paired with this guy named Toby? But like, I haven’t seen him yet - he doesn’t show up to class,” you sigh.

“Maybe try emailing the professor,” Maria suggests. “But I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” she hums with a small smile, her hand reaching over and gripping yours warmly.

From there, the conversation that follows has you drifting away. By now, a third girl has joined the conversation and her name is Helena. Helena is also in the same class as you with the group project, but she isn’t as close to you as Georgina and Maria are. She greets you just as warmly but she turns the conversation in a direction you weren’t expecting.

Laughter rings out from the table.

“And that guy from last night?” Georgina giggles.

“He was insane!” Maria adds. “You have to come inside!” She mockingly says before bursting into another fit of giggles.

“And he dressed so weirdly,” Helena continues. “Ratty as all hell jacket and then followed us into the theatre? Asked to show us magic tricks-” she’s not even able to finish her words because she’s laughing much too hard.

You tilt your head slightly. “What happened last night?” You ask.

The girls pause for a moment. “Don’t worry about it,” Georgina says as she swats off your question. “You weren’t there.”

“This was last night?” You ask again.

They nod.

“Yeah, wasn’t anything special,” Maria attempts to shrug off before those three continue with their conversation and inside jokes.

You eat in silence, every now and then smiling and offering forced laughter as you think about what you did last night. You weren’t doing anything, in fact, your roommate went out on a date with her boyfriend and left you in the dorm all along. So, you finished your work a little early and started on some other things, then watched Netflix and fell asleep before midnight. You were free the entire night.

And they didn’t even think to invite you.

From there, you started to notice all the times they forgot about you and excluded you. It carried on in the sloughed off invites, the ‘sorry we can’t meet up for dinner,’ and generally just avoiding you. They had jokes they couldn’t share with you, and you were at their side, they acted like you weren’t even there until it faded into nothing.

Reader: Are you guys doing anything tonight?

Maria is typing…

Maria: no not tonight :(

Reader: oh okay! But if any of you want to come to Target with me or something..? Maria: sorry, I’m busy!

Georgina is typing…

Helena is typing…

After that, they’d left you on read, not even bothering to answer you. Later that night on snapchat, you saw the three of them wandering the city without you, laughing and having a good time.

Instead of talking to them right away, you focused on your classes and your work. And that meant finally tagging down toby.

You’d managed to finally get him in your sight after emailing your professor who struck some type of fear into him. You were able to meet him face to face at a little cafe somewhere off campus.

“Over h-here,” he calls out from near the window of the cafe, waving you towards the back.

You flash him a quick smile and let it fall before finally taking a seat across from him. You’re slightly surprised to see that there’s a cup of hot chocolate and a chocolate chip muffin is there waiting for you. “Oh, uh, thank you,” you say as you get comfortable.

“It’s n-nothing,” he says with a small smile. “I-I’m sorry for k-keeping you w-w-waiting all t-this time,” he continues in an apologetic tone. “T-Things with my f-family aren’t e-easy right n-now.”

Not wanting to push him, you nod and smile reassuringly. “It’s okay,” you relent. “So, this project..?”

“It’ll b-be a breeze,” he replies. “D-Don’t worry about i-it, yeah?” He picks up his own cup of hot chocolate to fight off the child of mid autumn and nods to you, his dark eyes scanning over your form. “I w-wanna know j-just who I’m w-working with.” He smirks slightly, the corners of his mouth pulling up like a know-it-all cat.

You look into your cup of hot chocolate and shrug. “Nothing too interesting,” you attempt to slide off.

Toby rolls his eyes. “Calling b-bull,” he snorts. “You l-look stressed. W-What’s on your m-m-mind?”

You sigh deeply and relax your body as you think back to the situation with those girls. “It’s nothing.”

Toby hums once more but does not push you. Deep down though, he knows something is wrong.

And that’s how it carries on. You and Toby meet every so often to work on your presentation and your paper together and your so called friends continually leave you in the dust. Before you know it, you’re spending more and more time with Toby than anyone else, and because of that, you don’t feel nearly as alone as you used to.

From Toby’s perspective, he would never tell you what he thought when he first saw you walk through those doors of the cafe to finally meet him in person.

When he first got that email in regards to him not showing up and worrying you, he’d rolled his eyes and pretended it didn’t matter. It was whatever, who cares? Apparently you. With a slight gripe in the back of his head, he looked you up on social media with the help of a friend named Ben and found all that he needed to know just by looking at your profile. He was almost ashamed to admit how enraptured with you he had become. That’s why he was so adamant you met him at a cafe, where he could spend time with just you.

When he saw you walking through the doors, his eyes scanned over every inch of you. You had a slight bounce in your walk despite it being so chilly.

He wondered if you wanted to be warmed up.

You looked so soft in his eyes, so sweet and so alluring. Just your looks alone was all he needed as water for a growing obsession.

Toby is addictive by nature. Seeing you was what allowed that addiction to take off. When he heard your voice? He felt like he was high.

He knew something was wrong with you when you sighed like that. It was a loaded sigh. Of course, after the two of you parted ways for the night and on good terms, he immediately dug into the lives of your so-called ‘friends.’ Let’s just say that damn near instantly, he did not like them.

Maria, a nursing major. He considered her an air head that wouldn’t get anywhere with substance, and saw that she was much more of a party girl than anything else.

Georgina, another nursing major. Also considered her a lost cause.

Helena, a medical assistant major. Toby considered her the worst one, but it didn’t come at first. He found that girl was vile in every sense. The things he’s overhead her saying about other people? Terrible. The things he’s overhead her saying about you? Absolutely unacceptable.

He noticed her whispers that cut like thorns wrapping around you from the shadows as he sat in class near her, but never next to her. He listened to the filth that poured from her mouth and was able to pick up the conversations from her phone like it was nothing.

And all of that? It lit a fire in him, a fire that would eventually burn her down and scorch her until she was nothing but ashes.

You’re about to head to class and present your final project with Toby. You look like a mess, and it’s not just from the lack of sleep because of your other class’s finals, but because you are absolutely emotionally drained and have nothing left to give. You’d finally formally broken up from those girls, but it did not come without tears.

Reader: hey guys, it’s been a little while, but I just wanted to get some things off of my chest before I call it. First and foremost, I want to thank you for the time we did spend together, but I don’t feel safe or happy anymore. These past few weeks have been nothing but straight ice and being left out and I’m just… I’m tired, for a lack of better words. I know that you don’t really want me around anymore, so I thought I’d just nip this one in the bud before it got out of hand or anything like that. I just - whatever, I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done to offend you.

Georgina is typing…

Georgina: Honestly don’t take this the wrong way but you legitimately brought this all onto yourself.

Georgina: you don’t really talk to us the way that we talk to each other

Reader: but you literally never gave me a chance???

Maria: shes right tho,,,,, like, you just always kept to yourself. You didnt really give us anything to go off of

Georgina: right??? And it’s not like she’d actually do any of the things we wanted to do either

Reader: I’m sorry but like, I offered for you guys to come do some things with me and I even asked for you to tell me when you guys were making plans - I would have gone out

Helena: does it even matter now though? You brought literally all of this onto yourself there’s no use for you to just beg us for you to come back lol. Just stop while you’re ahead

Helena: you were never really there to begin with tbh you just kinda existed

Maria: exactly that! Like im glad we’re getting stuff off our chest because omg did you get on my nerves. Always quiet and just watching??? Never saying anything??

Georgina: RIGHT It was like a literal ghost in the room LMFAO

Reader: are you fucking serious right now?

Reader: you’re going to act like this?

Maria: you brought it on yourself

Helena: it was bound to happen

Reader: I cannot believe you guys are acting like such assholes right now

Maria: you did it first though?????

Helena: ^^^^

Georgina: ^^^^

From there, the conversation had delved into them throwing all of their problems onto you. It honestly felt like projecting, but you had a class to go to and project to present and no time to cry.

You wiped your tears, got ready for the day and headed out to your building from out of your dorm. Soon, you would be on break and away from this place that’s driving you up a wall.

You walked across campus and plastered a faint smile on your face as you continued to move through the nippy air. You enjoyed seeing the leaves as they danced on the flowing air and eventually kissed the sidewalk. You could smell pumpkin spice and the remnants of November. What a beautiful season.

Waiting for you outside of Wendell’s Hall was Toby, hands in his pockets as he leaned up against the wall just beside the door.

“Were you waiting for me?” You ask with a small smile.

“Maybe,” he hums with a small smirk. “C-C’mon, it’s a little c-chilly out here,” he says as he gently shuffles you inside after opening the door for you. He watches you carefully as you walk through the halls and find the elevator to get to the sixth floor.

As the two of you wait for the doors to open, Toby checks you over.

“What?” You say with a small chuckle.

“J-Just checking,” Toby hums. “A-Are you okay?” He asks as the doors open. He nods for you to go in first, and then follows in directly after. He watches your finger press the button for six.

“Why?”

“You s-seem a l-little tense,” he says as he looks over you again, his eyes narrowing in on yours. “I-Is it the p-presentation?”

You hold your hand out and make a ‘so-so’ motion. “I guess,” you reply, attempting to shove off anything that might make you cry again. Your eyes are a little dark, and your skin is still soft from the saline, raw from you rubbing those pearls of water with your sleeves repeatedly.

“You w-wanna talk a-about it l-later?” He asks softly, his hand resting warmly on your shoulder as he brings you into his side.

You look up at him and smile. “We’ll see.”

When the doors open, you and Toby quickly make it to your class and are pleased to see there’s spots open and the two of you can sit together. Toby is quick to snag the seats for the both of you and his warm expression falls when he sees Helena waltzing into the room.

Helena sits a little ways from where you and Toby sit before she wiggles her fingers at you like a nonverbal smile before actually turning her lips up in a fake saccharine smile.

You shift uncomfortably and instead focus on your presentation. You feel a little nervous, mostly because Helena is here and this is also a big chunk of your grade. You’re academically passing with flying colors, but a hiccup like this could spell something bad. You breathe out deeply when you feel Toby’s hand resting on your shoulder, grounding you.

“We g-g-got this,” he says with a small smile, squeezing you lightly. “You w-wwanna get it out of the w-w-ay?”

“No,” you reply suddenly. “I just want to see how this goes.”

Toby nods and turns his attention to the other students that continue to walk through the door. “A-Anything for y-y-you,” he says softly.

You barely hear it, but you smile all the same.

Presentations pass in a pretty boring manner. Your professor seems pleased with everyone that presents, and she offers praise and saves the criticism for emails, but so far, it seems like everyone is doing well! You’re almost fully calm by the time you raise your hand to present but when Helena and her partner begin snickering, your heart sinks to your knees.

“Alright, you two are good to go,” your professor says with a warm, reassuring smile on her face after she pulls up your project on the overhead projector. “Giving the remote to Miss Reader, whenever you two are ready.” She holds the remote out to you and then whispers ‘you’re gonna do great’ before taking her seat in the front row.

You silently thank her for her reassurance and then turn your attention to Toby, who begins the presentation.

You make sure to speak clearly and concisely as you present your project, paying close attention to detail and everything that was outlined on the rubric. You watch your professor’s expression light up brighter and brighter as you carry on with your half of the presentation. It seems that she’s really pleased with the both of you, but especially you!

Your big hiccup comes when the questions part of your presentation comes up.

See, prior to this, the questions portion had been empty and pretty dead. But of course, because Helena is here, she’s dead set on making you flop.

When she starts firing questions, you and Toby answer them to the best of your abilities. Admittedly, you are more than mentally dead at this point. With every question that Helena digs into you, you feel your brain cells dying off at an even faster rate. The lights of the projector bore into you and make you dizzy. You’re just… exhausted.

Helena finally poses a question that makes your face heat up. “So?” She taunts, her eyes looking at you innocently. “I just wanna know,” she continues, her eyes flashing.

You should be able to answer this. It’s so simple and right there in your bank of knowledge you just can’t open the vault.

“Miss Reader..?” Your professor quietly asks, pulling you from your thoughts. “Are you able to-” You shake your head, feeling numb and cold all at the same time. “I’m sorry, no,” you whisper. It was one of the first things you learned in the class and one of the most important.

Your professor nods and mouths, ‘don’t worry,’ before turning to the rest of her class. “Alright then, you two are dismissed. Give them a round of applause for their work.”

The applause surrounds you but you do not feel it, and when you move back to your seat, you can’t help but feel embarrassed. The looks that you get from those around you are of pity and ‘she hasn’t learned anything this quarter, has she?’ It makes your face burn with embarrassment and you feel so unnaturally warm because of it. A rush of emotions comes over you when you see Helena’s shifty glances and hear her insipid giggles and you hurriedly get your things together and bolt out of the classroom.

Toby shoots up when you rush out and he’s not able to catch you. Instead, he sits in for the rest of the class to give you some space and anything else the professor may say. His glare is turned on Helena. When she flashes him that same sickly sweet, mocking smile, he sees red.

Class ends shortly after that, the professor clearly uncomfortable with whatever just happened with Helena and Toby is keeping his ire hidden until what comes after he deals with you. He’s got a few choice things in mind he’d like to do to Helena, mostly spinal disfigurement and popping bones from their joints and scattering them across the country, but he knows he has to play this as slimy as she did. He’s already conjuring up ways to academically cripple her.

Toby pushes those thoughts to the side before he makes his way to your dorm. He’s nodding to the guy at the front desk and running up the stairs to find you faster than his thoughts can even gather. He just wants to make sure you’re okay.

He walks through the hall of your floor before going over the room numbers. He’s only been in your dorm once - the two of you tend to spend time with each other outside of the campus. Twenty four hour McDonalds, out and about in the city, public parks, the two of you just like wandering. When he sees the numbers of your dorm, he internally sighs and knocks. “H-Hey, Reader? Y-You in t-t-there?” He asks as he knocks again.

From inside, you shuffle underneath your sheets. He’s here? You don’t answer.

“I j-just want to make s-sure you’re alright,” he continues in a soft voice. “If you n-need space though, I c-c-can go-” he barely makes the motion to move when you open the door just a crack.

You look up at Toby with dark, puffy eyes. You can’t bring yourself to say anything, but he can see that you’ve been through hell and back emotionally. You look like a mess, in less graceful words.

“Oh g-gods,” he murmurs as you push open the door just a bit more. “R-Reader,” he says softly as he takes you into his arms, his shoe gently pushing the door closed as you wrap your arms around his waist, taking in the scent of graphite and sandalwood as you sob into his chest. “What h-happened, s-sweetheart?” He asks softly as he rocks the two of you back and forth.

You continue to cry into his chest and grip onto the back of his hoodie as he gently maneuvers you to the side of your bed to let your tired body rest. “S-She’s so mean!” You cry as you continue to squeeze your eyes shut, still gripping Toby like he’s the only thing grounding you.

“What h-have they d-d-done to you?” He inquires in a tone just a little louder than a whisper. Internally, he knows he’ll make all three of those demons suffer and leave the school, by any means necessary. He just wants to hear it from you to know how hard he needs to fuck up their lives. Judging by this interaction alone? It’s monumental.

You then go into a painful detailing of everything those girls have ever made you feel, at one point even bringing up the chats you have saved on your phone. Your breathing begins to even, but Toby’s vision grows redder and redder.

He listens to everything you say as you recount your pain to him and he grits his teeth. Especially those chats - those are unforgivable.

You’re exhausted by the time you finally finish telling him everything they’ve made you feel and the things they’ve done to make you feel this way. You finish it with just a few more words. “They make me feel so small,” you admit through sniffles and broken breaths. “They just - they made me feel so left out and so insignificant,” you admit, still wiping away tears.

Toby holds you tighter before one of his hands reaches up to cup your cheek. “N-No! You’re n-not insignificant, you’re e-everything and m-more,” he begins to ramble. “Y-You’re s-s-so smart and p-put together and o-on top of i-it,” he continues, his thumb wiping away your residual tears.

“You’re just saying that-”

“I w-would never,” he cuts you off in a tone that’s more serious than he intended. “I m-mean everything I s-s-say and those g-girls suck. They d-don’t hold a candle to you,” he says as he cups your face.

“Toby…”

Toby hushes you by pressing a soft, almost scared he might spook you kiss to your lips as if he’s testing the waters. When you make no motion to fight him, he presses just a little more fervently before pulling away, leaving you with stars in your eyes. “I’ll handle e-e-everything, okay?” He promises softly, watching as the stars fade to exhaustion. “G-Get some r-r-rest,” he coos.

You allow him to lay you down as he moves the blankets to cover you before he gets up to turn off the lights. “You’re going to handle it?” You whisper as you allow sleep to veil over your body.

“Y-Yes, I’ll handle e-e-everything,” he promises again, flicking the lights off.

Toby fumbles through the dark for just a moment before slipping back into bed with you, allowing you to wrap around him like an octopus. He cradles you in his arms, his lips pressing to your forehead. “Sleepy t-time,” he mumbles as you cuddle into his chest.

You smile softly and feel your body go light, only anchored by Toby’s warm embrace.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 20] FINAL

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, shibari, dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, overstimulation/forced orgasms, squirting, degradation, name calling, daddy!kink, gags! 😍💕 ✨HAPPY NEW YEAR!!✨ Here’s to more fun fics in 2021! I can’t believe this is our last chapter though omg 😭 It’s been suuuuch a journey and a privilege to write this little series out! I’ve honestly thought about a camgirl/boy series for like, over a year now, and I’m glad I finally did it! I completed one of my goals! 🥺💕 2020 was definitely a wild one, but I want to thank you all so fuckin’ much for supporting me and stickin’ it out with me all year! Here’s to more in the coming year!💕 Also I was proofreading this at the dining table last night thinking my roommate wouldn’t come out of their room but they did(while I was making dinner and my hands were dirty so I couldnt close my laptop ☠️) and they walked past my laptop and now I’m convinced they saw my fucking smut fic right in the open so yes my little mini-break next week is MUCH needed cause I am ✨embarrassed✨ 🤣 I’ll still do my inbox roundup tomorrow and probably answer a bunch of small thirst posts ‘n stuff throughout the week but there won’t be any drabbles! For now, enjoy chapter 20 🥺, have a safe weekend, and remember that I love you~ ❤️🍒💕

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Seungcheol wakes up much earlier than you do the next morning; pressing a kiss to your forehead as you groan and snuggle deeper into your pillow.

“Baby, I need to go run some errands for a little bit, okay? Just keep sleeping, you don’t need to get up yet. But, I made breakfast and put it in the microwave for you when you decide to get up later.”

His voice is muffled and you can barely understand what he’s saying but you nod; a soft sigh on your lips when you drift back into dreamland. He takes his time getting ready, checking his phone notifications as he gets dressed and places a note on the nightstand knowing that you didn’t catch a single word he said.

‘Hey, did you get everything I asked for?’

Jimin🧍🏻: of course, who do you think I am? Jeongguk?

Jimin🧍🏻: and btw, i’m just giving you a crash course okay? We don’t really have a ton of time

Jimin🧍🏻: did you watch those tutorial videos I sent you?

‘Yeah, I did some practice on my breaks, but I guess you can tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.’

Jimin🧍🏻: okee, i’ll be waiting. Don’t get here too late!

‘I’ll be otw soon. Thanks again, Jimin.’

“Ow--damn, okay, you don’t need to tug on it so much!”

“Sorry, I’ll be careful! And why are we practicing on you anyway?! Couldn’t you just have shown me pictures or something?”

“How else will you learn if not on an actual body? It doesn’t work the same way, Seungcheol.” Jimin pauses, checking himself in the mirror. “Also, keep in mind she does have boobs so just… go slow, okay? It’s not gonna sit like this on her.”

Seungcheol blushes a crimson red; biting the inside of his cheek at how amateur he was at this.

“Okay…”

Seungcheol is gone for a lot longer than you anticipate and although he replies quickly to your texts, you can’t help but be curious about where he’d gone and what he was doing.

Especially knowing that the two of you had to film tonight and knowing that everything was up to Seungcheol.

A shiver rolls down your body at the thought and you quickly try to shake off the nerves that seem to slowly invade your body when your mind starts to wander.

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure…”

“I’m home!”

“Where have you--oh, that’s… a b-big box? Um, should I be concerned...”

Seungcheol grins, shrugging as he sets it onto the kitchen counter. “Just some supplies for tonight. I had to go pick them up from a friend but I had to make sure everything was right.” He notices the way you can’t seem to take your eyes off of the box; eyes twinkling when he makes his way towards you.

He tilts your head up to meet his in a searing kiss, lips easing into a smile when you wrap your arms around his neck and melt under his touch. You moan against his lips just before he pulls away; staring dreamily at him while his hands start to roam over your clothed body.

“We have a long night ahead of us, sweetheart. Let’s pamper you a little before then, hmm?”

j__min: ??? where’s the loverboy

j__min has donated $200

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

xcaliburDK has donated $75

xcaliburDK: is that the sybian? Haven’t seen that in a looong while

You bite your lip and nod, somewhat shy as you sit alone in front of the camera. “Seungcheol’s still… setting up but he told me to start! I’m a little nervous, to be honest…” Your eyes flit to Seungcheol who rummages through the box in the kitchen and from the angle you’re sat in, you can’t see a single thing he takes out.

Earlier, he’d cooked you your favorite meal and even took the time to give you a full body massage before the two of you cuddled on the sofa and watched a movie. To you, it seemed a little too suspiciously tame and you only found yourself more nervous when he made you drink two glasses of water and ever so quietly announced it was time to start getting ready for the camshow.

“He’s being so suspicious! He was even gone for a few hours earlier today…” You mumble; brows furrowed at the camera before checking the comments.

It still amazed you every time with how much money you and Seungcheol made from the camshows and videos and it made you feel even better knowing that everyone loved the chemistry the two of you had together. There were a lot of video requests and ideas mixed in with the comments at any given time and you were definitely ready to pitch some to Seungcheol now that you’d rebranded your channel to be a couple’s channel instead.

“Almost done, sweetheart!”

gc__koo: he told me to watch cuz he was being suspicious with me too 

gc__koo has donated $50

alphagyu97: what is he even plotting

alphagyu97: i am excited to see the sybian again tho ngl

artist8hao: pretty baby gonna squirt for us again?

universe_WZ: hell fuckin yea let us see how fuckin wrecked you get on that machine

You feel your pussy clench around emptiness at their comments; already feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation.

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and Seungcheol walks towards the bed with a wide smile and the same box in hand. “Ready?” You can only nod back slowly, watching as he dumps the contents of the box right next to your body.

gc__koo: oy

chwenon: oh shit

sleepy_wonu: oh baby, you’re in for it now

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

Your entire body fills with warmth as you look over the various objects; unsure of where to really look first. “I, um--”

A stack of red ropes sits next to a small bullet vibrator that sits next to a ball gag that sits next to a pair of EMT shears and your eyes immediately flit up to Seungcheol who only smirks back at your shocked expression. “I had some other toys I wanted to use but I figured I should go easy on you, y’know? Since you showed me some mercy last night.”

Nodding, you reach out towards the ropes, touching them shyly. “Why red?”

“Thought they’d be on theme for you, babygirl.”

Seungcheol takes his time; remembering Jimin’s words when he tugs the ropes around your wrists.

“Colour, babygirl?”

“G-green… daddy…”

He nods, sitting up on his knees behind you as you sit on the sybian and face the camera. You bite your lip, somewhat embarrassed that you were already soaking the toy underneath you as Seungcheol worked to bind your arms behind you.

“D--daddy, where did you l-learn this?” You whisper, somewhat curious if this had anything to do with why he was gone for so long earlier in the day.

“Mm, daddy’s friend Jimin was kind enough to help me get the tools and teach me a few tricks to make sure I kept my babygirl safe. Wasn’t that kind of him?” You nod gently, gulping when you shift atop the machine slightly in hopes of relieving some of the growing sexual tension in your body. “Why don’t you thank him properly, sweetheart?”

Your hazy eyes make eye contact with the camera, head tilted slightly. “T-thank you, J-Jimin… for--for helping daddy…”

j__min: omg a shoutout ive made it

kitty_junjun: we never thought we’d see the day

tangerine_kwan: and here we all thought you were gonna be the bad guy huh

hoshi_tiger_xx: like when u only see previews of the book online but the rest of it is different ykwim

Seungcheol makes sure your arms are bound snug enough but not too tight; leaning away slightly to admire his rope work. “Feeling okay so far, babygirl?”

Nodding, you whine back slightly. “Y-yes, daddy… But… my--my pussy wants s-something…” He laughs in return, readjusting so that he’s sitting on your side this time to give himself easier access to start the rest of the bindings.

“Is that so? You’re gonna have to be a little more patient this time ‘cause daddy’s not done yet.” He starts working on the rest of the harness; going slow and checking in with you often to make sure none of the ropes were digging into your skin or making you uncomfortable. “You’ll have to forgive me a little though, I’m admittedly a ‘lil inexperienced so our pretty babygirl is only going to be tied up in this pretty harness for tonight.”

gentleman_josh95: the fact u even took the time to learn just for her

gentleman_josh95 has donated $100

artist8hao: seriously, the dedication

kitty_junjun: we stan a man who knows safety and etiquette 

Comments of reassurance and donations flood in at Seungcheol’s small apology and although the two of you are in your own world; you can tell from just the amount of pings coming from your laptop that they all seemed to be encouraging him.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as Seungcheol continues to move around you on the bed to finish the harness and a smile graces his lips when he starts to secure the last knots in the back. He can’t help but mentally pat himself on the back at how neatly he’d done it for his first time.

“There. All done, baby.”

Your eyes flit to the laptop’s screen to see yourself; cheeks hot when you see how fucked out you already look and he hadn’t even touched you properly or turned on the machine.

The star harness Seungcheol had tied looks pretty with red ropes and you can’t hide your smile at how good it looks on you too either. “Ah, daddy made it really p-pretty… Thank you.”

This time, Seungcheol nods, letting you admire yourself as he silently reaches for the small remote for the sybian, switching it on.

Your entire body lurches forward as soon as the vibrations attack your clit and you immediately find yourself moaning and grinding down onto the machine as he gives you some relief.  

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now let’s really have some fun, huh?”

You need to cum.

Badly.

“Awww, is my pretty baby drooling? Does it feel that good on your sensitive ‘lil clit?” He teases, smoothing down your hair as you cry around the ball gag in your mouth; drool seeping out from the side of your lips when he raises the vibrations a setting higher.

You don’t know how many times he’d played with the settings and edged you by now, but all you do know is that the urge to cum only grows stronger as you grind against the machine, soaking it with your wetness as you chase the pleasure building up in your body again.  

Surely cumming was okay, right? He never said you couldn’t.

You whimper around the ball gag, eyes fluttering shut when the tension in your body snaps in the blink of an eye and your thighs clamp down onto the sides of the machine. Throwing your head back, you moan against the gag and ride out your high as Seungcheol watches you from the side.

“Mm, bet that felt good, huh? But I know you want something in that greedy ‘lil cunt of yours, don’t you? You want daddy’s cock slamming into your tight ‘lil hole ‘til it’s full of my cum, right, sweetheart?” He licks his lips, turning off the sybian as you slump forward.

universe_WZ: shit shes so sensitive

chwenon: especially with her arms bound like that i bet she’s on cloud nine rn

gentleman_josh95: her cute lil head is probably all fuzzy already from all the sensations

therealchan99 has donated $100

gc__koo has donated $75

j__min has donated $150

All you can do is whimper and nod; teary eyes blinking back at Seungcheol as he smirks and leans in towards you.

“Mmm, you’ll get what you want eventually. But for now, you’re gonna cum again.”

He turns the sybian back on, licking his lips when he sees your body tensing again. It was always easier to get you to cum a second time and his point is proven when you mewl around the ball gag a few minutes later; chest heaving in stuttered breaths as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit when you’re quickly thrown into another orgasm.

“You always cum for daddy so easily, don’t you, babygirl?”

Your head feels fuzzy after already cumming twice in such a short span of time but you nod, head lolling to the side as Seungcheol finally turns the sybian off for good.

Seungcheol gives you a second to catch your breath before he’s scooting in and fiddling with the clasps at the back of your head to take the ball gag off.

A thread of saliva connects your lips to the gag and you whimper at how good it feels to be able to actually speak again. “D-daddy…” Drool drips from your mouth as your lead lolls forward and Seungcheol is quick to bring a hand up to keep your head up as he looks into your lust filled eyes.

“Colour, sweetheart?”

“Still g-green…” He nods back, checking to make sure none of the ropes had shifted. “Would you like some water before we continue, baby?”

“Yes, daddy…”

He fetches you a glass of water, tilting it against your lips as you down the entire glass and you find yourself a little surprised at how needed it was. “Thank you, d-daddy…”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Ready to keep going?”

You nod, a little bit more energized. “I hope everyone, mmh, l-likes the show so f-far~” Your teary vision prevents you from reading the comments and before you can even make an effort to, Seungcheol is already helping you off of the machine and helping you sit on the bed across from him.

alphagyu97: ugh she looks so fucking good in that harness

angelhan: right? That shade of red looks so good against her skin too

angelhan: so fuckin pretty

tangerine_kwan: pics for the private room later? Plz i beg

Seungcheol takes this time to take off his boxer briefs, cock curving up against his abdomen when he’s fully naked across from you. He wraps a hand around his cock, moaning and spreading the precum down his shaft as you watch. “D’you want this, baby?”

Your lips fall open in a silent moan as you watch Seungcheol jerk himself off and you can’t help but squirm. “Y-yes…”

“Tell me exactly what you want then. Let them hear what a filthy little slut you are for me.” You can’t help but feel miserably empty watching him and despite having already cum twice, you want his cock fucking you open and making you cum again.

“I--I--”

“Yes, babygirl?”

“I, ngh, I want d-daddy’s cock… Please? Ah, I--I wanna feel you fucking my--my pussy into the, mmh, s-shape of your c-cock… And I w-want you to c-cum inside my--my slutty little h-hole…”

Seungcheol scoffs, hips shallowly thrusting up into his enclosed fist. “That’s right. You’re just my slutty ‘lil babygirl that lets me use all her tight holes how I please, right? You like it when I cum down your throat and in your pretty ‘lil ass. But we all know you like it best when I cum in your hot ‘lil cunt. Makes you feel all warm and full, doesn’t it? You like it when my cum is dripping out of your spent cunt and sliding down your shaky thighs.” This time you nod furiously as you whine back in response.

“P-please… Can’t wait any--anymore!”

This time, the impatience takes over as you slightly tug on the ropes; whining when they don’t give. “Daddy!”

And this time, he gives in quicker than he anticipates, growling as he reaches for the EMT shears to cut you from the harness. “Don’t let your arms down, no matter how much you want to. You’re going to strain your arms if you move too fast so let me handle it, okay, sweetheart?”

The sudden gentleness in his voice has a giddy warmth pouring over you as you nod and sit still while he cuts at various points of the harness to make the ropes fall loose around your arms and chest. You keep your arms in the same position like he requested and you soon feel his hands roaming your skin and massaging your arms to get the blood flowing again.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” He whispers against your hair, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he slowly easing your arms down from being folded behind your back.

He continues to massage your arms for a few more minutes before it’s you that’s getting impatient. “Daddy… Can you fuck me now?” Whispering, you slightly turn your body to the side to meet his gentle stare.

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, nodding. “Lay on your back for me, legs spread.”

You follow his orders as you quickly scramble to get into position; legs spread wide for him to situate himself between.

“Mm, your pussy is still so fuckin’ wet. I wanna taste you on my tongue, baby.” Whines spill from your lips as you shake your head ‘no.’

“No! My p-pussy feels empty, I need y-your cock, daddy… ‘n I’m so wet, you can probably, ah, just s-slide your cock in…”

He wraps a hand around his cock just as you wrap your legs around his waist and he guides himself until the head of his cock is right at your entrance.

Neither of you say a word as he slowly starts to sink his cock in; guttural moans on his lips when he meets no resistance and bottoms out in a singular thrust. “Holy fuck, your cunt is so fuckin’ wet. Shit, and so t-tight!” You clench around him, already feeling good with his cock inside of you as you beg him to fuck you hard and fast.

“Ngh, p-please fuck me like--like I’m your, hah, c-cocksleeve… I want it f-fast, daddy!”

He grits his teeth at your words; drawing his hips back before snapping them into you just how you wanted. “Fast, hmm? All you think about in that pretty head of yours is my cock pounding you open, huh? Slamming into you so fuckin’ good, it makes your toes curl when you cum.”

Seungcheol starts a quick pace, already feeling the pleasure building up for himself when you’re reduced to garbled noises and broken cries of his name. The heels of your feet dig into the small of his back as you try to press him in closer and he’s quick to reach for the small bullet vibrator left on the bed next to your body.

“Your body is so fuckin’ sensitive, I can already feel how tight you’re getting around me. So fuckin’ greedy to cum too. Already came twice and you still want more. You’re not satisfied until your whole body is shaking underneath me, huh, sweetheart?” He turns the small toy on, pressing it to your clit as you yelp and let out choked sobs.

“Ah, ngh, d-daddy, my--my clit’s t-too sen--sensitive! I--I can’t--!” Squirming, you feel the pressure building up obscenely quick; bottom lip quivering when he takes one of your free hands and makes you hold the toy to your swollen clit.

“Just a little more, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna cum?”

He angles his thrusts to graze against your g-spot and loud cries of his name leave your lips in a hurried, jumbled mess when he only doubles his pace.

The sound of donations and comments pour in like water and get lost within the ringing in your ears; unable to even warn Seungcheol that you’re about to cum when you feel your entire body starting to lock up underneath him.

Your lips part in a silent scream and your back bows off of the bed, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you cum for the third time. Seungcheol growls, fucking you through it as you squirt all over his lower half.  He finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as you cum, but he feels himself quickly following suit with your warm walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squirt for me, get me fuckin’ soaked while you cum.” He uses a free hand to make sure you keep the toy pressed to your clit, growling when he starts to unload his cum inside of you. “Mmh, gonna fill your cunt up with what you want, baby.”

A shaky moan leaves your lips as you feel him throbbing inside your pussy; walls clamped down onto him in a vice grip as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

“Ah, d-daddy’s cumming suh--so much inside of my p-pussy…”

Whining, you feel Seungcheol’s grip on your hand give way as he rides out his pleasure and you take the opportunity to turn off the small bullet vibrator while he doesn’t notice.

You watch his face contort in pleasure, hips still shallowly thrusting into you as his entire body shivers above you.

“D-daddy’s so h-handsome...” You mumble, cheeks hot when he cracks a smile through the pleasure wracking his body and chuckles under his breath. 

“Thank you, babygirl.” 

After you end the show, Seungcheol makes sure to cuddle with you on the bed for a little while longer.

“One more glass of water, baby.” You whine in response, pouting up at him before he gets up from the soaked sheets. 

“But I already had a glass! If you have a piss kink just say so, ‘Cheol!”

He lets out a boisterous laugh at your comment, trudging back to the bed from the kitchen with another glass of water for you. “You need to be hydrated, sweetheart. You came three times and we played a little more rough today. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” 

“Fine, but you didn’t deny my comment.” You snarkily reply, taking the glass from him as you down the water. 

“Don’t make me have to punish you again! I’ll have you know I still need to get you all washed up and change the bed--”

A faint pinging has the two of you turning to the laptop; still on your camming homepage from where you’d checked the revenues from tonight’s show. 

A small [1] sits above your inbox and Seungcheol is quick to turn to you with an eyebrow raised. “I thought you turned off the messaging system on your profile?” 

You tilt your head in confusion, handing him the emptied glass. “I did. The only messages I should get are from, like, the actual system admins or other creator accounts which, I haven’t received any ‘til... now, I guess?”

Seungcheol sets the glass down onto the nightstand before he takes a seat next to you, dragging the laptop closer as you go to check the notification. 

“’Love&Letter Films’? Aren’t they one of the biggest adult film companies?” Mumbling, you click on the message, giving yourself and Seungcheol a second to process the message that stares back at you; a shocked smile on your lips.

‘Hello!

I hope this message finds Cherry and Seungcheol well. 

We, at ‘Love&Letter Films’, have really enjoyed the shows and videos from your channel throughout the years and we really have enjoyed watching the growth of your channel and the addition of Seungcheol to it. The dynamics between the two of you are rare in this industry and we’ve yet to see anyone like the two of you in this market. 

The shows from the last two nights have proven that the two of you have the right kind of chemistry to film together for bigger productions and we would love to hire you for a few film productions we have planned in the upcoming weeks as a feeler. Of course, all expenses paid by us if you would kindly take our offer. 

We love the various scenes and roles that the two of you take on with ease and we would love to help propel your careers forward, should you pursue a career in the adult entertainment industry. 

Please don’t hesitate to contact me as I’ve listed my contact information below. I’m excited to hear from the two of you and hope to work with you in the future on many projects.

Respectfully, 

Kwon Soonyoung, L&L FILMS CEO’

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recomendations 2021: Week 3 | January 10-16

Welcome to week 3 of my recommendation, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #ktkvcbreadinglist, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

«Last Week

Week 4»

My Masterlist

Andy Barber

One-Shot’s

Imagine by @worksby-d • Andy Barber x Reader – Reader takes their chances teasing and tempting Andy, but he can only take so much. | Really good smut.

Good little girl by @donutloverxo • Mob!Andy Barber x Reader — Married life isn’t always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems? (Part 1) | Let me just say the first part sort of darkish but not really? Also I can’t help but read Mob!Andy anything.

Ransom Drysdale

One-Shots

Introducing Chaos by @the-iceni-bitch • Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader — Ransom brings you to your first Thrombey family dinner, and you make a splash | I laughed so much while reading this and the smut was so good. It’s a really good read.

Drabbles

Playing Games by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl • Ransom Drysdale x Reader — Ransom, the man you loved, did the unforgivable. You confront him about it. | This left me wanting more so badly.

Chris Evans

One-Shot’s

Tonight’s Show by @theblvckvenus • Chris Evans x Fem!Reader — You come home to surprise Chris and his interviewer. But the excitement gets him the better of him and as soon as its over you’re in big trouble. | Came for the show definitely stayed for the smut ;)

Drabbles

Stranger on the Train by @carpediemm-18 • Chris Evans x Female!Reader — Chris comes to the aide of the reader on a late night subway ride. | Sweet and Short

Steve Rogers

Amorosa by @honeysucklesteve • Sugar Daddy!Steve x SugarBaby!Reader — you were drowning, barely surviving in new york city working at an upscale restaurant; the only thing keeping you barely afloat. when steve rogers, vp of stark industries, overhears your troubles, he proposes an agreement that’ll benefit the both of you. should you take it and suffer the consequences is up to you. | I have a huge weakness for Sugar Daddy fics, don’t ask me why but I do. This does not disappoint and it’s got some really good smut in it. Thank you Eleanor!

Bucky Barnes

The Winter Ghost by @msmarvelwrites • Bucky Barnes x Reader — A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change. | Get yourself some tissues because you will cry. Brontë wrote the smut moments perfectly that it flowed with the the rest of the chapters so perfectly. Nothing felt rushed, the story was just so perfect.

Picking Up the Pieces [1/3] by @gogolucky13 • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not. [Modern AU] | For anyone who has ever felt like they were the second best, this is for you. I teared up while reading. Looking forward to see where this goes.

A Favor [1/?] by @buckysbabygorl • Bucky Barnes x Reader — After breaking up with her boyfriend; Y/N drunkenly admits to the team that she’s never had sex. Not only is she single, but she’s looking. | If you are looking for a laugh, this is the place to go, I’m excited to see where this goes.

One-Shot’s

Teacher’s Pet by @nastybuckybarnes [Dark Fic] • AlphaProfessor!Bucky x Omega!Reader x AlphaProfessor!Steve — The perfect omega doesn’t exist, right? Well, Steve and Bucky think they might’ve just found her in the form of one of their students. And they’re not gonna stop until they have her begging beneath them. | Okay this is such a good A/B/O one-shot. Like it’s got the little bit stuff you need instead of just jumping straight into the good stuff. Which isn’t bad, but sometimes a little bit of a burn, is so good. I highly recommend.

The Thought That Counts by @imerdwarf • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Reader offers to brush Bucky’s hair | All the fluffy fluffy-ness you could want or need.

On His Shoulder by @whateveriwant • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Five separate occasions in which Bucky tells you to put something on his shoulder. | A one-shot that made me wish I was somebodies Jack to somebodies ass. In all honesty Sam does a magnificent job giving reader a nickname and making this one-shot so unbelievably good. You got some laughs, some fluffs, and some smut.

Till The End Of The Line by @chanelsebbie • Bucky Barnes x Reader — You and Bucky go on a mission together to hopefully put a dent in H.Y.D.R.A., but things don’t go as planned. | Shaye how dare you, I cried, this is just so beautifully written and I just want more. Like I was waiting to see more and have him come back. I couldn’t make a link for this one-shot don’t know why, so here you all go.

Drabbles

Boob Move by @nano--raptor • Bucky Barnes x Reader — Y/N falls asleep with her boob hanging out on Bucky’s couch | I’ve never read something so funny yet hot all at once.

Drops of Jupiter by @imerdwarf • Bucky Barnes x Reader – Bucky has a nightmare and you find him on the rooftop looking up at the stars. | All The Fluff!

Lee Bodecker

One Shots

505 by @captain-barnes-writes • Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — On her summer break from college, Y/N embarks on an affair with Lee Bodecker. But she realizes that not all that drips from his lips is honey. | If you are looking for some dark Lee Bodecker, but I mean it’s Lee.. with some of angst thrown in and some smut, this one-shot is for you!

Misc.

Drabbles

I See You by @sevans-is-my-weakness • Colin Shea x TJ Hammond x F!Reader — TJ Hammond is your roommate and Colin Shea is your guys neighbor. | Short read that I enjoyed but I suggest also reading through this masterlist, there’s so much I want to share!

Writers

@bbonkyy - is one of my all time favorite writers but I could be bias as we are friends. I know they haven’t published in a really long time but they still deserve some recognition. They do take request, trust me they write some amazing smut! *chefs kiss*

@nsfwsebbie - Please please please do yourself a favor and check out Sabrina’s concepts masterlist, dark fics, and masterlist, I’m slowly making my way through them. Sabrina has got some writing talent in them and I love reading what they put out!

@mypoisonedvine - Looking for an eclectic collection of characters and different choices to choose from? j.d. has you covered with their stories. I love their writing, the dark, the fluffy and smut.

Writing Challenges:

Mostly a Milestone Writing Challenge hosted by @mostly-marvel-musings | What you need to know: You can write for celebrities but they have to be from the MCU or you can write for MCU characters. You do not have to reserve a spot in this challenge. OFC’s, any pairing, AU is welcome. The due date as of right now is the end of 2021 and the theme is... Romance Movies

Shout Out To My...

@redhead-wine-and-literature-club — Mods Scarlett and Ruby say they read and write fanfiction usually with a glass a wine to go with it. They are pairing characters (Steve and Bucky) Sebastian and Chris have played with wines. In February they’ll have daily prompt challenges. You can check out the club's welcome post here!

[thirstyandbeautiful]

I need some soft softness right now, preferably maybe a soft scruffily Dan with his curls or maybe a big burly Michael, that can cuddle me and tell me that everything is okay.

I’m sleeping at my own apartment for the first time tonight and I’m really anxious about that 😬 so I need two/ or one aussie or maybe a brit who can hold me.. 🥺

Awww babes I know being on your own can be scary at night, but it’ll get easier 🤍 hope you enjoy this drabble!

The Impromptu Sleepover: a Dan!Drabble

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried not to focus on how hot you were under the two blankets and comforter you’d stacked on top of your body and partially your head. With the pillows leaned on your head, your whole body felt like it was boiling under your bedding.

It was so stupid to you. You were an adult. You were finally on your own, just as you wanted. No more family, no more friends, no more obnoxious roommates, just a place all to yourself. This was what everyone strived for, right?

Then why did it terrify you?

You had been giddy all day, unpacking and listening to music. Even making yourself dinner had been a blast. But then nighttime came.

Every sound in and around your home sounded amplified from your bed. In the stillness of the night, you laid buried under all these barriers that promised to protect you if they didn’t smother you first.

This is ridiculous, you thought as tears filled your eyes.

Ripping the covers off yourself and kicking them to the edge of the bed, you snatched your phone off the bedside table and turned on your lamp. You couldn’t stay up all night, but you also couldn’t imagine staying the night alone asleep like this.

Your eyes glanced around the room as the silence threatened to swallow you whole. Fear over pride, you swiped the call button your screen.

Three rings later, a sleepy “Hi?” greeted you.

You took a breath, not quite knowing what to say, suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety from every direction

Daniel called your name again, the background creak of his bed told you he was sitting up, “Are you okay? Is everything alright?”

“M’scared.” You mumbled.

“What?”

“I am scared.” You said louder, your voice with a slight tremble.

“Of what?”

“Everything.” You breathed out, “it’s so quiet, and I-I I keep hearing my neighbors and it s-sounds like they’re here and I just hear every little sound and I-I locked my bedroom d-door even though I’m alone and I know I am-“

“I’m coming.”

Your jaw dropped, “What?”

“See you in a minute.”

The double beep of him hanging up had you swinging your legs out of bed, and pushed yourself to your feet. You hurried to the door before you paused. Taking a deep breath, you pulled it open and ran down the hallway to where the switch was. Flipping it on, you ran across the next room, the kitchen, and flipped that light switch on.

You weren’t sure why no one had ever mentioned to pay attention to light switches when apartment hunting. With them in the far corners of the rooms, you had to sprint across them to turn them on. Your cardio would end up impeccable during your time here if your anxiety failed to cease.

A knock at the door made you gasp, and you cursed yourself as you pushed yourself on to your toes to look through the peep hole, instantly seeing Dan at your doorstep.

“You really didn’t-“

“Shhhh,” Daniel walked in past you, “I know how it is. Aren’t you happy we ended up down the road from each other now?”

Earlier in the day, the two of you had joked about how you ended up just down the street from each other after you both had apartment hunted without talking to each other about the specific places you were looking.

“Lucky for me,” you teased as you walked toward the kitchen with him, “not so lucky for you.”

“Oh stop.” Daniel groaned before he peeked down the hallway, “Did you turn on all the lights?”

Your face burned with embarrassment.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed as he walked toward you and wrapped his arms around you, “it’s okay.”

You hugged him tightly as you held back tears, “M’just not used to being alone.”

“You don’t want to get used to that.” He said flatly in your ear.

You instantly felt your guilt double as you realized you complained about loneliness to the one man who was constantly traveling the world, never in one place twice or for long, even if he was in one of his homes. He was so physically unavailable, that even in your weakest moments your mind didn’t allow you to toy with the idea of his emotional availability. 

“I’m so sorry. I know you probably have a flight or something.” You tried to pull yourself from Dan but he didn’t let you.

“Today at noon,” he answered, ignoring the way you flinched when you realized it was well after midnight, and placed his hands on your shoulders, “plenty of time for a friend.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He smiled, instantly lifting the mood, “I have a flight at noon, soooooo-“ he grabbed your hand and dragged you behind him down the hall, all the way to your bedroom, “we’re sharing the bed.”

You blanched for a moment before you quickly recovered, “Yes! Yes, of course, I didn’t even- yes, you came here so obviously you get the bed.”

Daniel looked at you, “I meant the both of us.” He leaned down toward you, “As long as it won’t make your head explode.”

“Shut up!” You yelled as you shoved him playfully.

He laughed as he backed out of the room, “You stay here, I’m gonna get the lights.”

When he was gone, you looked down at yourself and panicked. You were in shorts and a hoodie, and your bed sheets were clean. Daniel might’ve been your friend, but that didn’t mean you were stupid. He was a very attractive, sweet, successful, caring friend and you’d be damned before he slept next to you as a mess.

When he came back into the room, he shut the door behind him and looked at you in the bed. He froze for a moment before he walked over to your desk. With his back turned to you, he pulled his hoodie off and stepped out of his shoes. You took a deep breath when the t-shirt he had on under his hoodie lifted and showed half of his sculpted back.

You couldn’t even properly admire the glimpse with the way your hands were still shaking from anxiety. 

When he got the lamp with the switch near the now closed door, your sharply inhaled, the only light in the room coming from the window. 

“Relax,” he cooed as he climbed on to your bed beside you, “not gonna let the monsters get you.”

You scoffed as you pulled one of your sheets up to your chin. 

“It’s okay.” he said softly, laying down and facing you with his eyes closed, “M’not gonna let anything happen to you.”

Your heart pulled at his words and you felt yourself melt as he rubbed his cheek against your pillow and deeply inhaled, no doubt able to smell you in the sheets. His hand laid between you both and you tentatively reached out and let your fingertips brush against his. 

The reaction was instant.

Without even a flinch in his face, his long fingers wrapped around yours and he pulled your hand to his mouth and kissed your fingertips before pulling it against his chest. Your hand was so close against him, you could feel the snuggly heat he emitted. 

“M’right here.” He mumbled sleepily. 

You watched him for a few minutes, trying to discern whether or not he was asleep and actually get some rest before he took off across the world again, or just pretending to put you at ease. 

You looked away from him and realized how not scary it was with him there, and decided to enjoy being spoiled for the night. Scooting closer to him, your head ducked under his chin and got as close to him as you could without actually touching him. Enveloped by his warmth, you peacefully closed your eyes. 

With your head in his chest, you completely missed the small smile on his face as you settled. 

[soranihimawari]

I’m Gonna make you Love Me

Or how the chibi Miya twins out their uncle’s crush on the neighbor downstairs…

(Msby!) Miya Atsumu x (neighbor!) yn || neighbors -> friends-> lovers

Word Count: tba

Actual place inspiration for the ‘field trip.’

Supporting cast: the chibi-twins aka Miya niece and nephew (Osamu’s kids) & Osamu’s wife

Handling one child was enough, but twins? That was an expertise reserved for one particular setter. It was the summer season, which means a lot of breaks and vacations were happening now. So when Miya Atsumu receives word his brother and sister in law were in a bit of a rough patch for two days since their preschool terrors were driving them to the breaking point, the kind person that he is decides to suggest a vacation. More like a couple’s retreat. This is how Miya Atsumu gains two new four and a half year old roommates for three days for one weekend.

Day 1:

Easily the best day. The kids slept really well, listened to their uncle from time to time especially when it came time to eat lunch and dinner with him. The fancy apartment Atsumu lived in finally had some light and laughter running through it. Atsumu makes some killer peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwiches, if you don’t believe him, ask his niece. And if you’re anything like her brother who can’t have tree nuts, his uncle makes him a double stuffed with fluff sandwich.

The three of them are enjoying the confines of a rainy afternoon with the tv replaying some of the last game highlights against the Adlers and the kids would tell their dad that “uncle ‘tsumu is a genius!” before their father passes the phone to their mother who reminds them to not fight while staying with their uncle for the weekend.

Dinner rolls around and Atsumu rereads the instructions on the boxed dinosaur shaped mac & cheese. Both of his little sous chefs are busy rummaging around the fridge until they find breadcrumbs, milk, and butter. The trio forgoes the formality of eating on the table, so instead tonight the entertainment area is now used as an indoor picnic spot complete with mini pillow fort. The children hug their uncle and after getting cleaned up, they’re off to sleep rather late. However it’s the weekend off from preschool and there are no days of extra practice this week for the setter. An animated movie’s ending credits are being played as one tired faux blonde glances at his brother’s kids snoring in turns.

“I could get used to this,” the setter says to himself, stifling a yawn. He remembers to text the team that he won’t be at practice for the weekend because he was baby sitting some kids his ‘clone’ made…

Day 2:

Your alarm goes off in the apartment below the famous athlete. You’re honestly more awake now than at 6:57 in the morning, let’s be honest. That was over an hour ago and now, there are what seems to be ponies who moved in with the man. The noise you could deal with, you’ve seen the ladies he’s brought home even if they were contractually obligated to satiate the paparazzi off his perpetually singe ass.

Why you listen and sit with the resident gossips at the clinic you work in is beyond you, so when the cooky old bat occupying 512 D explains she saw the athlete’s sister in law drop off her kids so she could spend the weekend with her husband, you suddenly changed your tune. Ok, so maybe popping two extra strength Tylenols with coffee in your veins wasn’t your immediate answer to the growing migraine you had, but when you heard your neighbored explanation yesterday night, you slowly had a change of heart. However, if this headache didn’t subside soon, you might have to make a house call.

To be fair, you are one of the newest tenants who moved in shortly before the Olympic-bound athlete. He finds you in the mail room in the ground level a month after he moved in. You exchange formal hellos before unlocking your courier box.

“I can hear you checking me out,” you say, thumbing through the bills that came in.

“Ah’ve got no idea what yer talking ‘bout,” his accent is thick. It’s kind of making you wonder what brought this guy all the way out here to your proverbial hometown.

“Cool accent. Where’d you get it?” You lock the mailbox, a curious gleam in your eye is reflected by the yellowing florescent lightbulb above your heads.

“Same place as me. Hyogo,” his smile is terrifyingly electric. Much like the ones his fans receive at greets, but you see right through it. “What about yers miss…”

“613D,” you gave him your unit number instead. “And I’m a transatlantic child.”

The blonde nods. He hasn’t been in this sort of situation before. Even in high school, he didn’t have to turn up his charts or downplay his charisma, but for the person who is his downstairs neighbor looking cute in their scrubs, he might have to pace himself differently. Clearly, this person doesn’t watch any sort of sports programs or at the very least, doesn’t catch to his team’s games even if it meant he was Olympic bound.

“So, Mr Hyogo, what do you do for a living?” You notice his MSBY logo on his jogging shorts and black shirt. You figure he was just a fan, not an actual player. You don’t really follow enough sports even at work although the fact you work at a clinic which specifically handles sports injuries and checkups. You were looking forward to meeting up with a few V League teams, but the ones who always request you (because of your organization and efficiency skills), would be the MSBY!Black Jackals and if your car is returned from the shop by Friday, the EJP Falcons.

That is where your uncanny friendship begins. The team had an email sent out saying their annual physicals were around the corner. Although the athletic trainers were doing their jobs seeking out the best medical board members within a twenty kilometer radius, the clinic you work for in juncture with the city hospital is the first ping! they got. On the other side of town, you have a staff meeting with other members including the founder of said office. You’re chosen this year to be one of the four doctors traveling with the charge nurses and one nurse practitioner. Your nurses forward you the team roster and biometrics; you run across a name you sort of recognize, but it doesn’t hit you until you’re three hours into your day off.

“Son of a bitch!” You wake with a jolt and you grab a jacket, phone, D-link key ring. You knock on the door of the penthouse suite owner in 713 and you’re greeted by the blonde neighbor from three months ago. He is pointedly confused by this when you see he has his brother and his heavily pregnant sister in law in the living room. His brother makes a joke about having you stand outside, so you opt to make this quick as you don’t want to intrude.

“Don’t pick a fight with your twin. There’s already going to be more than enough hands when these two b arrive,” she pats her side. You place a nervous hand behind your neck as you bow with an apology on your features, but a congratulatory sentence forms instead on your lips, yet she bushes it aside. You’re standing right side up when she excitedly holds your hand and literally ushered you in.

“Oh, and Atsumu you lied! She clearly is very much your type,” his sister in law is sweet at least. “Come in dear. You’ll have to excuse my big brother in law, he’s not used to seeing pretty doctors start being this composed around him.”

To save himself from being scolded by the couple, you walk in at her request and Atsumu shuts the door behind you. Thus you find yourself sandwiched in between the lavish dinner of take out boxes and a spare onigiri is handed to you. When the married couple leaves, you decide to call it a night as well, mentioning you’d cross paths again, “… a lot sooner than you think Miya-san.”

At 9:47AM in the ground floor of the MSBY training gym, Atsumu sees his neighbor with a visitor’s badge and he lets out an unholy gasp as he points to you then gestures to the others swearing them to not expose his growing crush on the clinic doc who lives one floor below him.

Presently, you fight this headache for as long as you can. Up until your phone buzzes with a muted chime.

Miya 🏐: the obaa-san in 513 asked me to check up on you. said you weren’t feeling too good?

Yeah, but you don’t you have the twins this weekend? Don’t ruin their fun on my account. Remember you’re the cool uncle. :Doctor 613

Miya 🏐: lmfao. that is true. say, do you want to go to the park later? weather man says no rain today…

Ok 👍🏼. :Doctor 613

If there is one lesson Miya Atsumu had to learn this weekend, it’s to not leave his phone unlocked on the coffee table. His nephew and niece on the other hand, thought they were being helpful in setting up their ‘cool uncle’ with the tired doctor-girl they saw come up the stairs late last night (more like 10pm) when they each had to go to the bathroom.

Day 2.5

In your defense, you probably should have left your phone on ring instead of turning it to airplane mode. Your migraine and headache subside, but is nearly half past noon when you switch the mode off. The pitter-patter of the upstairs has come to an eerie halt and you slowly rise from your bed with a groan.

You stifle a yawn when you feel around for your glasses. You usually don’t wear them, but today seemed like a perfect day for those. You’re phone illuminates with back to back text notifications from a slightly embarrassed Atsumu. And although he explains what happened and the dangers of predictive text around children, he never stops learning. You find that adorable. He still offers you to join them, which much to your chagrin, makes your lips curl into a subtle smile. When you’re dressed, you brush your hair to one side and find an old swimming shirt you got during a retro sale at the yard exchange a few kilometers north of here. You find a clean pair of jeans as you text him you’re on the way up.

Two hours and one video call to his brother updating on where you’re headed later, you are carrying one of the Miya-chibi’s in your arms. The little girl is knocked out on your shoulders and her legs are supported by your arms. She clutches on to you with small fists and rosier sunkissed cheeks. Her brother, on the other hand, insisted Uncle Tsumu pick carry him instead. Astumu and you speak more about life, love, and pursuit of actual friends your own age. He makes a note to say you don’t have very many, you concur by saying sometimes you think he’s the only one you have that’s not in medicine and he think you’re joking. (“Swear on gods good green earth, Tsum. You’re the only friend I have except for the obaa-san on the fifth floor…”)

There was a backpack hanging over his shoulders earlier that held the bento sets for the four of them; you didn’t mind playing the dragon in the land of make-believe. You had to teach a spoiled blonde prince how to be kind to those in his realm who valued rest in between the hustle and bustle of everyday life:

“His young knight had protected his sister from the evil clutches of the dragon’s claw!” you spread your arms over the children who made whooshing noises. “The little princess is hot on the dragon’s tail when she yanks on it. And what does she say?”

“The pwince thinks you can be fwenemies!”

You stifle a laugh as Atsumu tells her she’s learning too much from shojou kids manga way above her reading level, but you concur.

“Frienemies?” you blink in perturbed surprise when you come back into your role. “What makes you say that little royal?”

“Be-because he heard you sing in your lonely tower!” her brother exposes a trade secret. “And d’ dragon sounds really sad she has no one to talk to.”

“Oh! And the crown Prince can convince the knights to not kill the dragon!” his sister says.

“What say you prince? Shall we be ‘frenemies?’” you turn to face Atsumu, who for lack of better words, has his mouth open and close like a fish out of water before agreeing with you.

Atsumu is gaining more color on his cheeks than he’d ever like to admit, so you conclude your story with a compromise. You teach the children what the big-kid word means and you tell them to run along. A few kids around their age arrived at the playground. You are suddenly still like a statue when Atsumu sneaks up behind you to whisper a word of thanks.

“Don’t mind,” you say. “As long as they’re happy, right?”

“Yeah.”

Both of you reach for the second to last bento box, it still had a few tart blueberries inside and you pop them in one handful in your mouth. You shrug as though asking him if he wanted some and he tries to keep a straight face while thinking about how fast he could probably kiss your lilac purple lips back to their original shade.

“… Atsumu, did you need help packing the bentos?”

The building comes into your preview. A few storm clouds rumble in the distance, so you lot head for the elevators. Grateful the children fell asleep on the way back or rather stayed asleep when you arrive back on Atsumu’s floor, they don’t hear him ask you to lunch tomorrow after their parents arrive. You place the siblings side by side on the mats Atsumu used as their beds for the night. You ruffle their hair individually, smirking when the boy mutters, ‘dragons are pwetty.’

They maybe a handful like their uncle, who at the moment is placing the bentos in the sink. You lean against the awning watching him stifle a yawn. The schedule must have lined up with his at the very least, so he should be turning in soon; it’s been four years of lease renewals and twin birthdays, suffice to say you not once entertained the idea of him being so… domicile? You liked this part of him the most (he seemed normal), not that you’re going to admit to his face.

Atsumu hears you shuffle around to gather your things when he dries his hands, so he comes around the kitchen table and sees you at the longest distance he’d cross to bask in your presence. Ok, so six and a half feet isn’t that far, but for the hopeless romantic in him, it’s like a trial by fire. You stand eying the children curiously until the gentle wafting of freshly strewn grass and sunny fields entered your nasal cavity, causing you to chuckle a bit to yourself.

“Don’t forget they smell like the sun,” your mother’s wisdom spews from your lips as you remind Atsumu the children need to wash up before they turn in for the night.

“Nah, they smell like the dragon who gained a friend,” he is sly. You’ll give him that. He extends his gratitude when he kisses your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your mouth, and you let out a small gasp of surprise before politely asking you this time to let him know when you come home. You put a hand to your face, a bashful shade of a peach blossom makes its way like a dragon’s tail across your under eyes.

“G’night my liege,” you say so low Atsumu thought he might have imagined it and before he could comment, you’re already out the door.

Day 3:

It is the early mid-morning when you’re finally awake on your second day off that week. You receive a few texts from Atsumu’s phone updating you on the latest adventures he went with his niece and nephew. At the nurses’ station, a few of your colleagues huddled around the computers slightly curious as to why you’ve suddenly started smiling a bit more.

Four years of being neighbors with athlete must be a dream, according to a few new residences. Every once in a while when you have lunch, someone makes a comment about your astute heart coming around to the odd goofball. Imagine your surprise when your next break rolls around you come to find your neighbor unceremoniously flirting with the same staffers he saw a few months prior at the annual team physical.

“And then mah niece saved me suggesting the dragon and I could be ‘frenemies.’ Kids, right?” His voice is jovial as he receives his phone back from the charge nurse.

“It’s good to see the doctor having fun,” the nurse says. “She seems in need to have some fun in her life.”

“I concur,” you said after you clear your throat. Atsumu yelps in surprise and he accuses the charge nurse of not saying anything when you snuck up behind him. You drop off a few files for entry post making your rounds prior to breaking for lunch. “Christine, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Have Doctor Fielding finish my rounds. Seems I have a friend to entertain.”

She beams up at you and nods, waving a hand at you two. Atsumu extends his left arm toward you and you loop your arm around it. You lead him outside the sliding glass doors a few feet from the station, outside to the garden promenade to help brighten the mood of more serious patients. You have a seat on the concrete bench in front of him; your lab coat acts a barrier between you and your gray scrubs for your department. Atsumu makes a comment on your scrubs with little paw prints and a few cute kitsune characters. He thinks they look oddly familiar, “perhaps like me and Samu when we were ten.”

“You and Samu were cute once? Hah, I’d find that hard to believe,” you jest. He has a sort of playful hurt expression you brush off with a short chortle, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

“So, what brings you here? It’s not like you to be missing afternoon practice on a Sunday,” you continue. “I’m assuming Osamu and his wife came by and picked up his kids already, so you have free time…”

Your hands slipped into your lab coat pockets, your badge dances in the gentle breeze. You wish you didn’t look up when he called your attention back toward him with your name on his tongue. He has this boyishly charming set of nerves that make him sort of stutter and you pat the concrete seat next to you. How was this going to be easy on him when you sound like a song whenever you speak with him.

“Atsumu, breathe,” you chuckle. “It’s just me.”

“But you’re so—?” Atsumu’s face twists into a weird contortion and he makes a hand gesture at your face.

“Adorable? Sweet? Absolutely breathtaking?” You suggest, biting your bottom lip.

He bows his head in defeat, yet you hear him say a soft, “yeah...and I’m gonna make you love me.”

“Yes I will, yes I will,” you sing back, a hand of yours rests open palmed against his shirt. You feel how erratic his heart line is through his shirt. You’re not expecting him to be this flustered since yesterday... “What? I thought you were quoting the Supremes song.”

A few beats of silence hung in the air enough to suffocate you both. He listens when you hum the verses and he holds your hand instinctively still where you have it. There’s a curious grin on Atsumu’s lips when he tells you you’re making it very hard for him to resist making sure that you do. He wants to kiss you, he really does, so he’ll settle for joining you for lunch (that became an early dinner date).

“Good,” you break the silence first, a wide-toothy grin on your lips, taking a half step forward, your arm travels from where it was last seen to the back of his neck. Your fingers smooth the bottom of his hair cut. “Because I think you’re going to make me fall heels over head for you too.”

Registering what you said leaves the setter sort of dumbstruck. He asks you if you could read minds, but you shake it off telling him that even if you could, you inform him that you’re pretty sure the kids last night ratted their uncle out to their parents that morning.

“Don’t blame them for this though,” he hears you say when you place a chaste kiss on his lips. It was quiet, quick, and a little sneaky. In reality, you really wanted to torture him a bit more, but you threw caution to the wayside and the look of a flustered Atsumu reminds you this was worth it.

Rewind to 10:04 a.m.

Inside the Miya-penthouse, the kids were busy eating the last bit of their scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. Their small overnight duffel bags were packed up neatly as well as the sheets they had used were already placed in the washer by the time their parents arrived. Osamu and his wife had enough rest to last them through the end of this year. After all, when their kids run up to greet them as their voices filled their ears with everything that happened in the past two days, Atsumu sort of caves in on himself. The kids, as per their mother’s instructions, picked up their bags saying, “daddy’ll meet us in the car.”

“How does she do that?” Atsumu grumbles.

“Practice, I think,” his brother replies. The two brothers share one of their more telepathic twin moments and suddenly, Osamu snaps his fingers. “Holy shit.”

“What?” Atsumu shrugs, his brown eyes feign innocence trying to keep his composure, yet to his twin, he knew his features betrayed his emotions. “Fine, fine.”

Atsumu takes a nose dive and gives his brother the much more fleshed out story of what happened at the park yesterday. Dragon and all. It’s rare the brothers share their tastes in women, so thankfully each found someone who can sort of balance their chaotic choices. However, one is more definitely a nurturer type while the other is a healer.

“But has she seen everything?” Osamu’s question is the one that makes Atsumu nearly kick his ass out. Osamu points up and down and his brother almost decks him in the pretty face he has, almost. It was lewd suggestion, but Atsumu didn’t need to answer it if his reaction was childish to begin with.

“Look, man. You’re my brother, and I love ya, but sometimes ya should figure these things on yer own. I’m surprised it took my kids to finally sort of ‘uncle trap’ you with the woman who’s been your neighbor for the past, —wait, how old’re they gonna be this year?—five! Haha. Five years.”

Atsumu chooses to stay unforgivably silent as he walks to his front door, proceeds to open it, then as politely as he can, he kicks his brother out.

“Just don’t shoot the messenger when you finally come to your senses. Later scrub,” Osamu gives Atsumu a two finger salute before walking toward the elevator. The blonde watches his family drive away from the visitor lot across the building before going for a walk.

That was how Atsumu found himself at the clinic roughly twenty-five minutes ago.

And he’s here now, walking with you back inside, a smile on his face is all he lets anyone see. You’re smiling too, but it’s mostly because he came into his own, giving you some time to perhaps pursue this wholeheartedly. Christine at the nurse’s station shakes her head, laughing quietly to herself muttering what everyone you worked with was thinking: “finally.”

Needless to say, you and Atsumu respectfully walk a little taller for two weeks straight. Oh, and when you arrive to the kids’ birthday bar-be-cue with Atsumu, the kids run up to greet you, saying they’ve been waiting for you. Ever since you graduated from family friend to girlfriend, things stayed relatively the same. (You suggest to Atsumu the next time they called before their birthday to enlighten the kids why you were going to be seen a lot more. Imagine their surprise when the dragon and the prince in their fairytale make the treaty work.)

“They wanted to hear more stories their auntie knows,” Atsumu whispers when he kisses your temple before being greeted by his sister in law and brother.

One Month Later:

You’re attending a closed practice game as per the request of one talented setter. This happened because you never knew how good he really was until you did a little more research saying you didn’t want the person you’re dating to become so pig-headed. Atsumu agrees to your terms and conditions of attending this practice match against a few of his old friends. They had an opportunity for a free practice and according the athletic trainers, it might be a good idea to reintroduce the world championship players once again to each other.

You were seated court-side, listening to the coaches deliberate who would be in the stronger rotation of the twelve athletes before you. You were wearing one of the many jackets you subsequently stole from Atsumu’s closet during the cold fronts, making him always buy two of every hoodie in every color with the franchise and team logos for the holidays.

By now, you’ve hung out with the guys post matches and games if you were off too, wondering what it’s like to be surrounded by good looking bachelors is what you dubbed it. The guys on the other hand learn mighty quickly you’re not only a good doctor, but you can go toe-to-toe with drinking with Bokuto which earns you a strange look of pride because if anyone could walk straight after their last win against the Adlers, it would be you. You mention it’s become a running joke with your old co-workers at your first hospital that you’re a mighty fast swimmer because you have some high resistance. It’s not something to be completely advertised over, yet it is something your new pantheon of friends finds kinda scary (and somewhat hot, Atsumu’s words, no one else’s).

As you watch the game currently underway, a brief time out is called. You stand up when Atsumu jogs toward you. His blonde locks stuck to his forehead from him working up a sweat the last set. There’s this quiet pride he has when he sees you wave, a laugh on his lips when he shakes his head at you.

“Ya really came!” The faux blonde is exuberant when he greets you in a lifting hug. You pat his shoulders, asking him to not make such a scene. When asked why, you said you didn’t want to make Bokuto-san jealous.

“Fine,” he pouts when he places you back on the ground. His hands obscure your face for a brief second when his lips brush over yours kindly reminding you to focus on who you’re here to see. You bark a chortle at him, a smug look on your face, and you kiss him back quick. Atsumu nods when a slight blush forms under his ears, making you run a reassuring hand over his hair. You push it back just a tad before turning him around by his biceps and shoving him forward so he can get back to his side of the court. The alarm for the time out is about to run out, so you cup your hands over your lips.

“Go have fun,” you said, sticking your tongue out like a child. “I’m sure Bokuto and Sakusa would want their setter not distracted by his dragon girlfriend!”