#sushi bar near me

[xxplastic-cubexx]

bro the feminine wiles aren’t even a joke like. im with that anon who thought hellfire gala charles was a woman when they first saw him bc same, that design is insaaaane (/pos). how could u not think that when u see it lmfao. idk whose choice it was to give him a corset but the hourglass figure + female coded jawline combo do not lie. i saw it on pinterest and i was like ohhh don’t lie to me i know an anime girl when i see one- WAIT PROFESSOR X????

and that’s not even to mention movieverse charles ofc. we’ve all seen james mcavoy and his big sparkly kawaii anime eyes, i shouldn’t have to say it. charles xavier is never beating the allegations, i fear

gonna need this ask hung in the louvre i fear

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Recording in Session: Han x Male!Reader

Pairing: Han Jisung x Male!Reader | Side pairings: Lee Know x Han, Chan x Male!Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff | AU: idolverse, ninth member au

Word Count: 6k

Summary: Considering Chan's strict "No-Studio-Sex' rule, Han takes you somewhere that doesn't have such restrictive, authoritarian rules.

Tags: polyamory, open relationship, idol!reader, sub!han, dom!reader, dom/sub undertones, studio sex, dry humping, light spanking, sloppy blowjobs, rough blowjobs, throat fucking, face fucking, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, facials, cum swallowing, han loves cum and isn't afraid to show it

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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“Where are you guys going after?”

“I don’t know yet. We haven’t picked a place. You?”

“He wants to go to this sushi place near his dorm. He said he knows I’ve been craving it, and now he is too.” 

You both sat next to one another on the couch. Han scrolled away on his phone, likely researching the sushi restaurant, while you looked for places on yours. Recording days usually took a while, so you knew you’d have a long wait ahead of you for Chan. You guessed you could look up places until your turn in the booth came. The idea of being alone with Chan was satisfying enough, but you supposed you needed some shared activity or experience. Nothing too romantic, since you’re only friends, but nothing boring. 

“So, how’s it going?” Han asked, the music through the speakers covering his voice from Chan. 

“How’s what going?” you replied, finding an interesting barbeque restaurant. 

“You and, you know,” he nodded over to Chan at the desk, going over a line with Felix in the booth. 

“It’s fine.”

“Just ‘fine’?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“I figured since you’ve been with us six months now,” he began, “I thought you guys might’ve finally stopped messing around and confronted your feelings for each other.”

“There are no ‘feelings’,” you said, though not very convincingly. “We’re friends, that’s all.”

“Friends who go on dates every other week and see each other all the time.”

“It’s not a ‘date’. We just like hanging out together.”

“Alone? In romantic settings?”

“They’re not romantic,” You thought about the seaside bar you’d both gone to a while back. It’d been so lovely, and it was open late. Also, it was not too far away, so you wouldn’t have trouble getting there. 

“So, you’re telling me that you don’t think lunch picnics under a tree by the river isn’t romantic?”

“It can be platonic. Not everything needs to be romantic.”

“That’s how things started between Minho-hyung and I,” he said, “And here we are: Dating for three years and living together now. Then again, we were made for each other, so it was going to work out anyway.”  He gave a sly smile, “If you and Chan don’t become a thing, you can be our third. I would love having more than Dom.”

“Pfft, I’m hardly Dom material,” you scoffed. 

“The way you railed Hyunjin and Jeongin says otherwise,” he snickered. “They say your dick is life-changing.”

You laughed recalling Hyunjin’s words, and said, “They’re exaggerating. I’m not some kind of sex god.”

“Who’s a sex god?” Minho walked into the room, confused by the last words he’d heard. 

“You,” Jisung grinned playfully, puckering his lips for Minho to kiss them. “I told YN-hyung that if he wanted he could be our third.”

“Aren’t all the members technically our third? And fourth? And fifth? And sixth and seventh?” he asked, amused as he gave Jisung a second kiss before taking the seat beside him on the couch. 

“Yeah, but YN-hyung would be special,” Han said with a wink at you. 

“I don’t know,” Minho said with jealous eyes, “I don’t think I can compete with the anaconda he’s got in his pants.”

“It’s not that big,” you defended once again, earning laughs from the couple. 

“I’d still like to ride it one day,” Han leaned closer to you, keeping his voice low under the music. “Jeongin said he’s only ever gotten pounded like that by Chan-hyung.” He put his hand on your thigh, “I want to get wrecked by you next.” 

“Jisung-ah, we’re in the studio,” Minho warned, looking at Felix in the booth and listening to his last lines. 

“What? I’m not doing anything.” 

“You’ve been a tease this entire week,” he replied, holding Jisung by the chin. “Don’t make me put you on the horse again.”

“The horse?”

“It’s a sex machine I put him on when he’s misbehaved,” Minho shrugged casually. “I sit him there and edge him with it. I sometimes whip or spank him while he’s on it, but I usually don’t.” He pouted at Jisung, “And you don’t want me to put you on that again, do you? How many times did I edge you before not letting you cum at all?”

“Four.”

“If you keep pushing the no-studio-sex boundary,” he said, forehead pressed to Jisung’s, “I’ll make it six.” 

You saw Jisung gulp before Minho kissed him. “Maybe YN-yah can help me sometime,” he suggested, seeing you watch them. “He can be a Dom when he wants to be one.”

“I’m not a real Dom.” 

“No, you’re not, are you?” Minho asked, a flirty glint in his eyes. He glanced over to where Chan sat, then said loudly, “You’re a good boy who needs a daddy to take care of you.”

“YNie, you’re next,” Chan said, not acknowledging what Minho said. 

“Hyung,” Jisung called to Felix when he stepped out of the booth, “Is YN-hyung a Dom or a Sub?-”

“-Why is this important?-”

“-He strikes me as more of a Switch, honestly,” Felix said, pushing back hair from his face. “I like guys who can do both,” he winked at you. 

“-You said I’m next, hyung?” You stood up from your seat and went right to the booth. “Can we go line-by-line, if that’s okay?” 

“Sure,” Chan said, also wanting to move from the topic. 

You set the microphone to your height, and pushed the conversation away. You learned during your time with Stray Kids that Chan took the ‘no studio sex’ rule very seriously. He didn’t mind it in individual studios, but when it came to recording together, it was prohibited. He wanted everyone focused on recording well, not getting into each other’s pants. Of course, the members care about producing a good album as much as him, so they mostly flirted if anything. You also believed part of it was the possibility someone in the company not privy to the “secret” would walk in on it. You understood why, and followed it to avoid ending up on the receiving end of a Leader Scolding. You didn’t want Chan upset with you or believing you really couldn’t control yourself. 

Though, Han regularly tested this restraint. 

“-Mouth hung open, don’t know where to look,” you sang into the microphone gently, getting into the music playing in your headphones. 

“Go a bit deeper,” Chan said, his voice coming through when the music stopped. “It sounds too light.”

“Okay,” you nodded. The music started again, and you sang in a slightly deeper tone, “Mouth hung open, don’t know where to look.”

“Not bad, not bad,” Chan praised, “Let’s do one more.” 

“Mouth hung open, don’t know where to look.” 

“Okay, yes, let’s go with that one,” he declared, and you agreed. “Let’s give the next line a listen.”

“Okay,” you said. Han’s voice came through as the song started, and you looked at your notes as you sang right after, “We act the way we think, the way we feel.”

“Nice,” Chan said as you stopped. “Let’s keep that one and go again.” 

Chan’s praise always made you feel good. Since working with the group, you felt your skills had improved much more. Chan said you were always good, but you disagreed. You worked on your lines with Chan, with Han and Minho giving their opinions from time to time. It felt productive. It felt good being a part of something, truly part of it and not looking from the outside. You rarely recorded with the previous groups since you hardly had any lines in your own songs. So, being there with the members felt exciting each time. Also, yes, Chan being the one who praised you made you warm inside. 

“Great!” Chan said on the last line, “Really great.”

“Thanks,” you said with a small bow, smiling wide at the success and relieved to be done so quickly. 

You picked up your song notes, then walked out of the booth. Minho stood up from the couch, patting your back as he passed you into the booth next. Han sat on the couch on his phone. You guessed the couple had plans like you and Chan, and wanted to be done as soon as possible. You took Minho’s seat, sinking into the plush leather couch as Minho’s warm ups from the speakers. Usually, there’d be another producer present, but today appeared to be a special case. You took up your phone, starting to scroll for a new place to try when a message came in. 

“You’re such a good singer, hyung,” Han’s message read, the rapper curling up on the couch and leaning against you. 

Considering he texted it rather than say it out loud, something sensual was sure to follow. “Thanks. I try,” you texted back, heat in your cheeks. 

“Maybe being a good singer means your moans sound good too.” 

“How did I know you’d say something like that? Lol” you laughed to yourself, shaking your head. 

“Because I’ve been teasing you all week.” 

He wasn’t lying. Han Jisung had been teasing you all week. Ever since you returned from Milan, when everyone saw you with Hyunjin, you’d received more photos and videos than before. It started with small flirty glances and blushing smiles in the practice room. In the studio, he’d lay his head on your lap or find excuses to cuddle close to you so your bodies touched. During photo or video shoots, he’d make sure you saw glimpses of his petite, lean body as he dressed. In the car on your way to an important event, he’d sit beside you instead of Minho and touch your thigh. Never too brazen. Never too obvious. Despite his lust for you, Han managed to keep it under the radar better than other members. 

“Minho-hyung really doesn’t mind?” you texted back, giving a glance to the man in the recording booth. 

“Not when it’s the other members,” he said. “He’s the one who helped me take those pictures I sent you. Did you like them? 😉” 

“Of course,” you shuddered remembering the photos of Han tied up and gagged on his bed. He’d been sweaty, hickies on his neck, teary eyed with cum on his stomach. “You knew I would.” 

“You know you can do that to me whenever you like,” his free hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. 

“Chan-hyung is right there!” you replied, nodding over to Chan, who was too focused on helping Minho to notice. “Studio sex isn’t allowed. He’ll get super pissed.” 

“He’s busy,” he responded. “It’s not like I’m blowing you 😜” 

‘But you’d like to be, I’m sure 😜”

“Duh! Have you seen how much you cum? I want all of it.” 

You gulped when his hand went further up your thigh. “Every drop,” he added. “All of it in my mouth and down my throat.” 

You’d decided long ago that rappers had a great disadvantage in dirty talking. 

“Remember the last video I sent?” 

“How can I forget? You looked so pretty riding that tentacle toy and cumming all over yourself.”

“I was thinking about you using my throat like a toy, just fucking it however you want until you cum.”

“Jisung-ah.”

You withheld a gasp when his hand found your crotch. He stopped texting you, and focused on your soft cock. Your eyes glanced over to Chan and Minho, who still somehow had not noticed you two on the couch. A part of you knew Chan would be disappointed in you, but Han’s hand felt so warm and his fingers knew exactly where to go. Through your gray shorts, he put enough pressure so you felt his fingers on him. You gripped your phone tightly, seeing his hand slowly slide up and down your length. When his hand dipped to your balls, you shifted to rest them fully in his palm. Your eyes met Jisung’s, and he smirked mischievously, cheeks puffing slightly around his cheekbones. He knew what he was doing to you, and it drove you insane. 

“I know you two aren’t doing what I think you’re doing,” Chan’s voice broke through your thoughts. You two immediately pulled apart. “You know the rules,” he said, as he wrote down notes for the next verse. 

“We have no idea what you’re talking about, hyung,” Han said innocently, removing his hand from your lap. “YN-hyung and I are only talking about the new song.”

“If you two want to fuck so bad,” he said, “Go do it somewhere else.”

“What’s going on?” Minho asked from inside the booth. “Am I done?”

“Your boyfriend can’t keep his hands to himself in the studio,” Chan answered, pressing the speaker button to talk. 

“Hannie-yah,” Minho’s voice came laced with a warning, “You know better.”

“But, we’re both bored waiting on you two,” you said, trying to help Jisung out of trouble. “We weren’t going to go farther than touching, we swear.”

“Yeah, only until you guys finished for the day,” said Han. 

“You both know we have seven other members to record,” Chan said, “And Changbin hasn’t shown up yet and neither has anyone else. We’d have to play what we’ve done so far, and see if there are any changes to be made tomorrow. You both know that. I’ve told you more than once that studio sex isn’t allowed.”

“We can go to my studio then,” Han said to you, brown eyes heavy with lust. “There’s no stupid sex rule there.”

“It’s not a stupid rule. We would get almost nothing done when all of you are so fucking horny all the time,” Chan said, sounding agitated. 

“Hyung, don’t be so tough on them,” Minho said. “Jisung hasn’t been fucked properly in a while, so he’s all needy and stuff. YNie would be doing me a favor,” he then chuckled. “I think that whole alpha-omega thing is real, because he’s like a dog in heat sometimes.”

“Am not!” argued Jisung. 

“So, I shouldn’t tell everyone here how I woke up to you humping my leg?” 

You stifled a giggle. “I wasn’t humping your leg,” Han said, arms crossed, “I was just snuggling and got hard.” 

“Tell that to my pants,” Minho snorted. 

“As much as I’d love to watch you two go at it like rabbits,” Chan interrupted the conversation, “It’s work time.” 

You and Han shared a glance, then you both stood from the couch. Han walked into the recording booth where he cornered Minho, while you walked over to Chan. 

“You can always take a break,” you suggested, your lingering arousal stirring in you. “You work so much, hyung. You deserve a long, relaxing break.”

Chan snickered, clicking around on the screen to replay Minho’s recording. “Tempting, but not today, YNie. You’ll have to settle for another one of our bottoms again.” 

“But, hyung,” you slid your hands on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of him through his black shirt, “I haven’t been topped in a long time.” His shoulders flexed against your rolling thumbs, and you worked out the small knots you found. You bent down to his ear, “Please? Just this one time?” You started towards his neck, then to his back. The low groan he gave sent shivers to the arousal inside you. “Minho can have Jisung, and you could have me. I’ve been dying to be pounded by you.”

Chan then turned his chair around, and pulled you to him by the waist. He remained dangerously close to your crotch, looking up at you from your hips. You hoped he might at least kiss you. With how his eyes scanned over your face to your lips, and back to your eyes, you thought he might finally do it. He brought you closer, inches away from him before he said:

“I said not today, YN-yah,” he said, gently. “Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“A virtue I’m slowly losing my grip on,” you replied, bending down to his level. “I’ll get you someday, Leader-nim.” 

Chan stuck his tongue into his cheek to repress a smile at the name. “Sooner than you think if you keep calling me that,” he said, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’d love to hear you moan it for me.”

“Oh, Leader-nim,” you said, faking one for him. “Leader-nim, that feels so good. Don’t stop,” you put your lips to his ear, “Leader, make me yours. Pound my ass until I can’t walk straight. Use my throat like a fleshlight and make me choke on your huge cock.”

He bit his tongue as you teased him. “Damn,” he sighed, “It’s a shame I’m working right now. I’d love to do to you what you’ve been doing to all the bottoms around here.”

He turned his chair around, and you grunted with your arms crossed. You turned to see Han receiving the same gentle rejection, a kiss promising more much later. He came back to you, sliding his arms around your middle. “Looks like we’ll have to settle for each other,” he pouted, head on your shoulder. “Since our boyfriends have no interest in fucking us themselves.”

“I’m recording, Jisung!”

“He used to love me,” he continued as if he didn’t hear Minho, playfulness in his tone. “I don’t know what happened.”

“I’ll put you on the horse, I swear. Keep it up.” 

“I don’t mind taking his place,” you said, turning in his arms and embracing him. Your hands went down his back to cup his ass, “I think I’d like waking up to you leaking all over my leg.” 

“I’m right here, you know,” Minho said as Chan laughed. 

“You can wake up to all kinds of things with me,” Han said, tracing your Adam's apple to the base of your throat. “A good fuck is a great way to start your morning,” he leaned closer to you, nose gently nuzzling yours. “And with a dick like yours just inches away from me?” he reached down to your bulge again, smiling when you gasped, “I don’t think I’d be able to control myself around you.”

“You already can’t now,” you laughed, tracing his jawline to his lips. “You jumped on me the second you got up close to me.”

“I really was trying to hold back. It’s just…I was rewatching Hyunjin’s video and I couldn't stop picturing you doing all of that to me too,” he said. “I had no idea you could do that.” His hand traced the outline of your dick through your pants, shifting when you began massaging his ass. 

“You two are such sluts,” Chan laughed. “Go to Han’s studio and do that there. This is work time.” 

“Would you like us to film it for you, hyung?” you asked, holding Jisung close and both of you looking at him. “We can watch it together later.”

He hesitated, paused over his work before saying, “If it comes to mind…”

You and Jisung giggled before leaving the studio. The exhilaration built back up following Han down the hallway to his personal studio. Your eyes raked up and down his body. He wore a longer shirt that hid his petite waist and lean figure from you. His pants were a big baggier, so you knew they’d be easier to slip off. The suppression you’d kept on yourself slowly unwound before you reached Han’s studio; it threatened to break through and pounce on him once you passed the threshold into quietness. 

“You have no idea,” Han brought you to him by the hand, a familiar lustful glint in his eyes, “How long I’ve been wanting this.”

“I think I have some idea,” you replied, hands sliding around his waist to his ass. You suddenly hated his pants and wanted them off. The thick material kept you from feeling the perky cheeks underneath. “The stuff you send me is a clear indication of that in my opinion,” you chuckled. 

“That’s only a fraction of it,” he said, leaning closer. “Trust me.”

He pressed his hands to your torso, their touch soft against your muscles and slid upwards. You cupped his cheek and brought him in for a kiss. It started with light smacks of your lips, the occasional flick of the bottom before being caught in between both. The teasing brushes of his tongue ignited something in you; your hands went down to his backside again, trying to feel for the curves you’d seen bouncing on toys for days now. His own hands went up your abdomen, tracing small patterns before reaching your chest. The brief touch of his cotton shirt to your bare stomach sparked you. Your kiss getting deeper, your hunger for him became more obvious. The strain in your shorts grew and pressed into the fabric, a small bump starting to form again. When you brought him closer, Jisung’s bulge pushed against yours and you both moaned. You held him more securely once his hips started grinding on you.

“Come here, baby.”

You sat down on the sofa nearby and he straddled your lap right away. Your hands on his thighs, you growled at the obstacle his pants became. Jisung, arms around your neck, brought you back in for another kiss as he continued rocking his hips. You caressed his thighs up and down, the tension in them flexing underneath the denim material. His cock pushing into yours, the heavy material weighing on your thin one, you couldn’t help humping him back. The faint scent of cologne stayed on his skin, becoming more obvious when you kissed down his neck. His body, lithe and slender, fit perfectly in your arms and responded to your touches right away. Minho was a lucky man. You’d be spent too if you had Jisung in your bed all the time. 

His grinding became more hurried when you reached underneath his shirt to the hardening nipples. You groaned listening to him whine at a particularly hard pinch, not out of pain but pleasure. When he bunched his jeans up to tighten around his groin, his bulge instantly became more apparent on his thigh. Thankfully, once you unbuckled and unzipped him, your hands fit perfectly inside.

“Hyung…” he breathed once your hands grabbed his ass over his boxers. You squeezed and pulled them apart to push some fabric between the two cheeks. The thin, smooth material made it easier to feel his tight hole. “Oh god…”

“Keep grinding,” you said, guiding him along your length.

He continued kissing you, tugging on your lower lip with a soft lick right afterwards. He pushed his narrow hips to yours in slow circles, the movement keeping you both together longer. His soft moans joined yours, the two of you unable to stop once you started. Someone could walk in right then, and you’d keep going. His body became addicting. The hardness of his body in your arms tempted you into feeling more than his ass. All the restraint you carried rushed through floodgates, and you wanted nothing more than to bend Han over the sofa arm, pants at his knees. The air shifted when you rolled Han into his back, and started sliding off his pants and shoes with them. Desire burned in his innocent eyes, and he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing his growing erection.

“No, no,” you said, gently pushing his hand away, “That’s my job.”

You rested between his thighs, laying on top of him as you went back to grinding. Hands above his head, Han surrendered himself over to you. You kissed up his body from hips to chest as you lifted his shirt to just above his nipples. His body twitched at the pleasure you were giving him; he couldn’t stop gyrating his hips to your throbbing cock. The constant friction between the two of you drove you wild. Every so often, you reached between you to rub him with your hand which made him squirm. He felt so good. You couldn’t get enough of him. You never could get enough of any of them. No matter which member you had, you always found yourself craving more and more. Han’s angelic moans, high and needy, became a song you could never forget. His hard nipples in your mouth became a focus point to his pleasure; you couldn’t stop yourself from nibbling and sucking them. You groaned into the wrinkled skin, your dick jerking in your shorts and boxers. When you knelt up, you held your boner down to keep grinding on the outline pressing into Jisung’s boxers.

“You look so pretty like this,” you groaned, taking in his long body lying beneath you. Arms still above his head, he’d crossed his wrists as if tied together and gripped the cushion at the end. “All needy and horny,” you slid yourself up and down his length before giving his tip a gentle rub. “I jerked off to those videos of you tied up and toys inside you so many times. I kept picturing it being me making you cum like that.”

“Me too,” he whined. “Too bad I don’t keep any here,” he grinned through another moan, “Then you could use it on me as much as you want.”

“But, my dick is just as good,” you said, trembling somewhat as you dragged your balls over his cock and back down. The smooth motion stirred the pot between you. A small black spot showed where his tip was, and that’s what you focused on. “Don’t you think so?”

“Hyung…”

“Yes?”

“Let me suck your dick, please,” he begged through a quiet voice. “I want you in my mouth…in my throat. I’ve been-been dying to suck you dry. Please…”

The mere act of him begging to blow you had you tugging your pants down. Excitement lit inside Han’s eyes as he positioned himself on the floor in front of you. The sight of him below, round brown eyes gazing up at you pleadingly and lips already parting, could not have been a prettier sight. He pulled your pants down to your ankles, running his hands up your thighs to the center of your boxers. Your thighs clenched at the light fingers grazing your inner sides, and you sighed when they slipped under the leg holes. Jisung pressed his lips right to your cock, brushing over the fabric and nuzzling the hardened shaft. Shaky breaths escaped you every time he reached the sensitive side of your tip and hum softly around it. His fingers continued massaging you, thumbs pressing to the perineum and your balls every so often. When he heard you moan particularly loud at this, he kept on doing it. He kissed down to them for a moment, giving a soft moan before coming back up. You gripped the cushion underneath you as you watched the younger member fondle and worship your dick. Once he found a wet pot, Jisung flicked his tongue over it. 

Then, he carefully pulled down the front of your underwear. You whined at the fabric sliding against your cock, springing it upwards towards Jisung’s face. The longing became clear on his face, but he didn’t dare put you in his mouth yet. Tongue poking out over his bottom lip, soft breaths ghosted over your tip as he began rubbing you in his hand. His smooth fingers grazed over the squishy head in each stroke, creating more tightness in your belly, and your body was on fire. The fact he kept himself positioned just under you, staring at your dick as he worked you, had you reeling for more. 

“Your dick is perfect,” he said, swallowing the saliva building in his mouth. “It’s big where it counts.”

“It’s not…not like that.”

“It is to me,” he replied with a laugh, smiling when you shuddered at a soft kiss. “It’s perfect for sucking just like Minho and Chan’s cocks.”

One hand holding the base, he used the other to languidly stroke you. You wriggled in your seat at the firm squeeze he gave both ends, and dug your nails further into the sofa. It was over when he started whirling the tip of his tongue on the tip’s edge in time with his strokes.

“You like that?” he teased, continuing to do it a bit faster.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you said between gritted teeth, the pleasure tight in your groin. “Keep going like that…There’s a good boy.”

Being called a ‘good boy’ struck a chord in Jisung and he slid you over his outstretched tongue. It went in so easily. You groaned at the light sensation of his tongue on the sensitive skin, rubbing the veins and thick head. Once he latched his mouth to your shaft, the both of you moaned together. You slipped a hand into his hair, dyed a grayish white and much longer, and simply held it as he went further. He held onto your thighs as his face planted into your lap, nose brushing your pubic bone and chin right underneath your dick. The pressure from his throat and his hollow cheeks tempted you into going further. You could sit there enjoying his mouth forever. The obscene slurping he did when he pulled you from his throat couldn’t have sounded better. He did not even withdraw completely. He kept you in his mouth despite the drool coming from the sides of his mouth. Whenever he did, he still kept the very tip in his mouth to spit over before going back down. Soft cries hummed around it, muffled by your thickness as you continued gradually sliding in and out of his mouth. He didn’t protest when you fastened your grip on his hair and held him in place. Your hips pushed upwards into his face, reaching his throat each time.

"Look up at me,” you said, angling him further down to see him teary eyed and messy. You took yourself out to tap your wet cock on his cheeks and mouth, the other not hesitating to lick at you whenever you hit him. “Greedy,” you smiled, pushing into his mouth.

He brought your thighs onto his shoulders and angled himself further downwards. You locked your legs behind his back and started using them to bring him closer. Unable to get out of your grasp, Jisung could only kneel there and take your cock in his mouth. His sucking lips became a toy to use. Tears filled the corners of his eyes each time you forced him to the hilt, holding him there several seconds as he choked and sputtered around you. Like before, you barely let him off you. You gave him a minute to breathe before pushing him back in with your legs, locking him in place with your thighs.

“You love this, don’t you?” you asked in heavy breaths, hand curling in his soft hair. You chuckled softly when he nodded in confirmation, sucking you even harder as an answer. “Good to know I have a good place to dump all my cum,” you shoved your dick fully to his throat again, “Because that’s just what you are, huh? A mindless cum dump for everyone to use, right?” He moaned again in agreement, shaking his head with you in his mouth and vibrating it with another moan. “I’d pump my load in your throat every night if I could.”

“Please…” he said, voice muffled by the inch he breathed again, lips connected by several strings of fluids. “Use my mouth whenever you want.”

“Does that go for your tight ass too?” you asked, smacking his face with your wet cock again. “Seeing you put all those dildos in your ass makes it so tempting.”

“Yes,” he said before letting you push back into his mouth. “Fuck my ass,” he muttered as you started fucking his mouth again. “Please, fuck my ass. I want you deep in me.” 

“Bend over the couch then,” you said, “And show me that pretty hole of yours.”

Getting onto the couch, Jisung yanked down his pants and boxers to his knees like you’d imagined. He arched his back and spread his cheeks apart, his hole clenching for something to grab. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when your tongue slid over it. Small licks around the entrance caused small whimpers and grinding into your face. You gave each cheeks a sharp smack and a hard squeeze as you rolled your tongue further and flicked it around. His entrance lubed, you wasted no time in sliding one finger inside, moaning at the walls swallowing you and the back starting to arch to meet it. You kept him still with one hand while your finger gently worked him open. Adding a second, you scissored the hole as you plunged knuckle deep. Jisung shook and held onto the sofa arm, face buried in the plush suede.

“Your dick…” Jisung said through a strained whine. “Please, hyung, can I have your dick now?”

“But, this is so much fun,” you sneered, adding a third finger that made him writhe. “Your hole is so tight and I love seeing how you react when I go deep like this,” you emphasized it by pushing all three fingers to his core and watching him moan into the arm. “I’ve grown to love teasing all our pretty bottoms,” you continued fingering him, pulling out to put your fingers in sideways and palm facing downwards. “You each sound so sweet when you’re under me.”

“That’s because you’re amazing,” he said with a breathy laugh, meeting your hand halfway. “I want you to ruin me like you did with Hyunjin and Innie.”

“Oh yeah?” You finally removed your fingers, leaving Han empty and wanting for a few seconds, “You want me to fuck you stupid too?”

“Yes, please!”

“Well, if that’s what little Hannie wants,” you kissed the edge of his ear, “Then hyung should be nice and give it to you, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he said hurriedly, feeling your tip resting on him.

You chuckled at his eagerness, loving the effect you appeared to be having on him. Chan would probably advise caution by now, since you could be discovered any second. But, how could you care about that when Han’s ass hugged you so tightly? The bumpy walls milked you in every stroke, and it became harder to maintain control over yourself. Having him massaging your length, his high-pitched moans mingling with the sounds of skin slapping skin, made your mouth water. You forced yourself to focus on Jisung: running your hands up and down his back, grabbing his hair to pull his head back or smacking his tight ass in hard slaps. The small bits of pain seemed to make Jisung moan louder, and become more desperate. So, you dragged your nails on his skin, not too hard but enough for him to feel it; you spanked his ass until it was a light pink color.

Jisung became more desperate when you pulled him to your chest and reached around his waist. He really was hard. You could barely squeeze it at times, working it with only your index and thumb. Jisung became a moaning, mindless mess as you pleasured him. Every time your hand reached the base, your dick went fully inside him. This drove the already sensitive Jisung even further into bliss. Precum spilled from the tip, and you used it to lube him up. The slick sounds matched your snapping hips, working alongside the moans escaping both of you.

“Minho-hyung is so lucky,” you said in his ear, jerking and fucking him harder. “Getting to-to fuck you like this every day.”

“You-You can too!”

“Oh yeah? I can?”

“Yes, yes! However you want! Wherever!”

You put this to the test. After a bit of time on the couch, you manhandled him onto the floor where you ripped off his pants and lifted his legs into the air. Han clawed at the floor, at the bottom of the couch and his chair nearby as overwhelming pleasure took over. Sensing his orgasm, you didn’t deny it from him. You pumped his dripping cock as you kept going, watching in awe as he quivered and whined in his climax. Thick, hot droplets leaked from the head, mixing together as you continued stroking him, and went over your fingers. He used the end of his shirt to muffle the loud, suffocating cries your cock produced. As he settled down, chest rising and falling in every breath, you didn’t stop. Like with Hyunjin, a hard orgasm was of no significance. You’d finish when you both felt like it.

“Fuck me here, hyung!”

“Fuck me over there, hyung, please!”

Anyone who watched might wonder who’d ended up in charge. Han pointed wearily to places in his studio where he wanted you to bend him over: his desk, his chair, the other side of the couch, and even over his producing equipment. You couldn’t say no. He’d become as equally addicting as Hyunjin. By the time you both finished over the record deck, he was pumping out smoke. Watching him wearily bounce onto your hips, you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“Get down there,” you ordered quickly, starting to jerk yourself quickly, “Get the fuck down there and open that mouth.” 

The sight of his mouth open, tongue sticking out close to your thick head, finally brought you over the edge. It hit you hard, making every nerve in you vibrate and stiffen as it pushed through you. Everything felt hot, your breath being constricted from the blast. Your cum shot right into his mouth, coating his tongue and splattering his mouth when you missed. Whenever he thought he’d miss a drop, Jisung licked the line leading to the hole and sucked it out for you. Your dick suddenly became sensitive to his hand and mouth, and your body became weak from the exertion. Jisung continued licking you from top to bottom, sucking whatever beads remained until he was sure he’d gotten it all. 

“That was amazing,” he breathed, finally laying down on your chest on the couch. Your body felt like jelly. You might’ve just gone through a super deep tissue massage, making you light headed and floating. “So much better than I thought it’d be.”

“Thanks,” you breathed, catching your breath. “I didn’t think I could-could do that again.”

“I didn’t think I could either,” he replied, snuggling close to you. He reached around for tissues he kept underneath the couch for emergencies, and you started cleaning each other off. “I’ve only ever done this with Minho.” 

“You two must have something really special then.”

You saw him smile fondly at the thought. “We do,” he said. “He keeps me grounded when I start floating away. I never feel anxious or worried around him. He makes me happy.” 

“That’s good.”

“Like how Chan makes you happy.”

Not this again. “What Chan and I have is the same as everyone else.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, “Tell that to the shadow at the door.”

“Huh?”

You could just barely see him, but instinct told you it was Chan. By the profile and muscled chest sticking out slightly, you recognized him. If you didn’t feel so drained, you’d go to him. He’s likely rock hard, if not already spent from listening at the door. But, you felt too content with Jisung in your arms to do anything about it. He’ll likely text you about it later, or bring it up the next time you’re alone. 

“He really likes you,” Han said, pulling up his boxers. “I can tell from how he looks at you.”

“He looks at all of us that way.”

“No, with you it’s more flirty and loving than fond,” he came back and cuddled against your chest, wrapped in your legs. “Minho looks at me that way sometimes, when he thinks I’m not looking. He’ll be watching me doing something, and when I look up, he turns his head. Chan does that with you.”

“It’s just sex, that’s all. We’re just horny for each other.”

No, it wasn’t that. It was far from that. Bahng Christoper Chan made you more seen than anyone else. He never left you behind or made you feel insignificant. When you were together, your connection flowed so freely and easily. It wasn’t awkward with him. Yes, your sexual tension will eventually boil over, but you hoped it was more than that for him. 

“Keep telling yourself that, cutie,” Jisung said, kissing your cheek softly. “Ugh, I’m starving now.” He grabbed his phone, “I’m going to see if they’ll bring us something. You know, to repair the emotional damage they caused with their rejection.”

“Of course. It’s only right.” 

Right when Jisung called Chan, a phone rang from behind the door. Then, the shadow disappeared. 

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A/N: Ooof, YN is just blowing through these men, isnt he?? haha get it?? sorry...Please reblog and like!

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PART 5: PAINT YOUR DOUBTS

Tags: Fluff, Drama, Angst, Stolen Identity, did I mention drama already? Also Painter!

Words: 3k

Authors Note: It’s almost Thursday and I couldn't wait. If it's weirdly written or you see mistakes: This was edited on my phone and I am suffering. Please bear with me.

Allison could see the lovestruck gleam in Sebastian’s eyes, and she knew she had won. Leaning closer, she gently rested her forehead against his, her lips curling into a sweet smile as her fingers intertwined with his. “I love you,” she whispered softly, her voice dripping with sincerity. “I always have.”

Sebastian drank in her words, soaking up the affection he so desperately craved. Those three simple words were enough to seal his fate. He pressed his lips to hers once more, the kiss soft but full of unspoken promises—promises to never leave her side, to always be there. In his arms, he finally had his Jelly, and he knew he would never let go.

As Sebastian held her close, his heart pounding as if it had been waiting for this moment all along. In his arms, he believed he finally had everything he ever wanted. Allison—Jelly—was his, and there was nothing that could break this moment.

Their kiss deepened, Sebastian’s grip on her tightened, not out of force, but from a sense of security, like he was holding on to the one thing that could keep him grounded. He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers once again, his breath heavy but steady.

"I never thought I'd have you like this," Sebastian murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I waited so long... I was scared I’d lose you before I ever had the chance."

Allison smiled, a hint of triumph hidden behind her gentle gaze. “You’ll never lose me, Sebastian,” she reassured him, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the back of his hand. “I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Inside, she felt a surge of victory—Sebastian was completely hers now. She had taken Jelly’s place, and he was none the wiser. Allison savored the way he looked at her with devotion, not realizing the depth of her manipulation. She had him right where she wanted him.

But as the two stood there, locked in the warmth of what felt like love to him and power to her, a tiny flicker of guilt brushed against Allison’s mind. She quickly pushed it away. This was for her, for her happiness. Being close to Solace, even if it meant betraying her friend, was worth it.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Sebastian continued, his eyes soft as he gazed at her. "It feels right—finally."

Allison leaned in, pressing another kiss to his lips, silencing him for the moment. She didn’t need to hear his words of devotion; she had already won the game.

And as they stood together, the world outside of this moment seemed distant. For now, Sebastian’s world revolved around Allison—his supposed Jelly—and she would make sure it stayed that way.

“How about I pick you up for lunch tomorrow? We can finally test out the new sushi bar you wanted to try so badly.” He whispers against her lips, hoping she would agree to his planned lunch date. He remembered every single thing about her, the way you excitedly rambled about sushi once. Sebastian had mentioned it to Allison again and of course she had to play along, telling him about a sushi bar that opened near their place.

The truth? Allison hated sushi. The smell, the texture, the taste—it all repulsed her. If she wanted the taste of raw fish, she'd rather go lick the ocean. But she couldn’t let that show, not now. Not when Sebastian was falling deeper into her trap. If she had to eat sushi to keep him hooked, she’d swallow every last bite with a smile.

She nodded, giggling like a schoolgirl. “Of course, I’d love to. Just the two of us,” she said sweetly, masking her distaste behind a charming facade.

Sebastian’s face lit up, his heart swelling at her response. “Just us,” he echoed, his voice full of affection. He kissed her forehead softly, pulling her closer in a warm embrace. “I can’t wait. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.”

Allison smiled sweetly, but internally, she was already dreading tomorrow. The thought of raw fish made her stomach turn, but she couldn’t show any hint of discomfort. She had to play her part perfectly. If sushi was what it took to keep Sebastian wrapped around her finger, then she would endure it.

“Neither can I,” she said, her voice dripping with false excitement. She leaned into his chest, hiding the small grimace that flashed across her face for a brief moment. Allison could handle this. After all, she had gotten this far.

Sebastian stroked her hair, feeling content in her presence. To him, everything was falling into place. He had his Jelly, the one person he had been dreaming of for so long. Nothing could go wrong now.

As the night wore on and they eventually parted ways, Allison’s mind raced. She needed to make sure her disguise as Jelly was airtight. No slip-ups. She couldn’t afford to reveal her true identity now, not when Sebastian was already so smitten. She would suffer through sushi if that’s what it took. She had worked too hard to let it fall apart over something as trivial as food.

Tomorrow, she would smile and pretend to enjoy every bite. Tomorrow, she will play her role perfectly, just as she had from the start.

The next day arrived with the soft rumble of Sebastian's motorcycle pulling up in front of Allison's place. She stood at the entrance, wearing a carefully curated outfit that screamed casual, yet put-together. Her heart raced, but not out of excitement—more out of the looming dread of what she would have to do once they reached the sushi bar.

Sebastian flashed her a grin, his helmet already in hand as he handed her a second one. "Ready?" he asked, voice warm and full of affection.

Allison nodded with a smile, sliding on the helmet and hopping onto the back of his bike, wrapping her arms around his waist. The engine revved, and they sped off down the road, the cool breeze whipping past them as they navigated through the city.

The sushi bar was quaint, tucked into a quiet corner of the street. Sebastian parked the bike, helping Allison off before they entered the place together.

They were greeted with a soft glow from the restaurant's paper lanterns, the delicate smell of rice and fish wafting through the air. Allison tried to suppress her gag reflex as they were seated by the window. Sebastian looked relaxed, glancing over the menu with a small smile on his face, oblivious to her discomfort.

"I think I'll try the chef's special. What about you?" he asked, looking over at her expectantly.

Allison forced another smile. "That sounds great. I’ll have the same."

The waiter soon arrived, jotting down their orders and disappearing into the kitchen. Sebastian reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I’m glad we’re doing this. Feels like it's been a long time coming."

Allison nodded, keeping her facade firmly in place. “Me too.”

But just as things seemed to be going smoothly for her, the door to the restaurant swung open, and her stomach dropped.

It was you.

You walked in, scanning the place casually before your gaze locked onto them. Sebastian noticed too, sitting up straighter, a grin forming on his face. He waved you over.

“Hey! Come join us!” Sebastian called out, his voice breaking through the serene ambiance of the restaurant. "Allison's here too, and you're her friend, right?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what you were walking into. But with no real reason to refuse, you offered a polite smile and walked over to the table. A thousand questions flew through your head as you tried to come up with a reasonable idea why the two of them sat together. “Hey guys,” you greeted them, sitting down as the waiter brought you a menu.

It wasn’t until you sat that the tension became palpable. You looked at Sebastian, then Allison, back and forth, trying to piece together the dynamic between them. The two of them seemed strangely close, almost too close.

Sensing your confusion, Sebastian spoke up. “I meant to tell you… actually, I was going to soon. Allison and I are… we’re dating now.” He said it with pride, glancing at Allison with that same lovestruck expression you recognized all too well.

Your heart sank. A thousand thoughts flooded your mind, each one cutting a little deeper than the last, but you kept your expression neutral, unwilling to let anything show.

“Wow, that’s… that’s great,” you managed to say, forcing a smile that you hoped looked genuine. “I’m really happy for you both.”

Sebastian beamed, clearly oblivious to the sudden shift in your demeanor. Allison, meanwhile, met your gaze with a triumphant smirk barely hidden behind her own facade.

You swallowed hard, your appetite vanishing as the reality settled in. Sebastian had moved on, with Allison of all people. But you had to play along. “So, what’s good here?” you asked lightly, trying to keep the conversation going while your mind raced.

Sebastian eagerly dove into a conversation about the menu and what he planned to order, but you could hardly focus on his words. Your thoughts were too loud, too heavy. You felt like an outsider sitting at the table with them, despite their warm invitation.

Pretending to be happy for them both was the only option you had.

In the span of the next five days, Allison seemed to make your house her permanent residence. She was loud, obnoxious, and clung to Sebastian like bubblegum that just wouldn’t let go. Your motivation to stream was at an all-time low, work had drained you completely, and the heartbreak you were going through felt like the final blow. You’d posted a community update on your streaming account, apologizing for your short absence without getting into much detail. Thankfully, your fans were understanding and flooded the post with messages of support. At least the strangers on the internet still had your back.

It was Thursday evening, and you carried two boxes of Chinese takeout—your favorite. Every third Thursday of the month was Chinese Takeout Thursday, a tradition you and Sebastian had started. Either one of you would bring home food, and the two of you would settle in for an episode of How I Married a Wall Dweller, your favorite TV drama.

You kicked off your shoes and set the takeout on the counter, feeling a brief flicker of hope for a cozy evening. But as you moved through the apartment, a soft, melodic strumming drifted out from Sebastian’s room, followed by Allison’s unmistakable, girly laughter. Your heart sank.

Sebastian was playing guitar for her.

He’d never played guitar for you. He always claimed he wasn’t good enough, that he didn’t want you to hear him make mistakes. Yet here he was, strumming away like he had nothing to hide, serenading Allison while you stood there, boxes of takeout in hand, feeling like you didn’t belong in your own home.

You grabbed one box of takeout and tossed the other in the trash, not even caring. The excitement for your shared tradition had evaporated, leaving a dull ache in its place. With a heavy sigh, you retreated to your room, settling into bed and turning on your favorite TV drama. The room felt unusually cold that night, a chill that settled deep in your bones.

Allison, however, wasn’t resting easy. The more you withdrew from Sebastian, the more threatened she felt. She couldn’t stand the thought of you finding solace in streaming—one thing she couldn't control, especially since she knew how much Sebastian cared about your streaming career.

So she concocted another plan: get Jellycatfished banned.

It wasn’t difficult. You’d been careless enough to use the same password for everything, and Allison had no trouble logging in to your streaming account. It took her mere minutes to get you banned by triggering multiple violations. She knew Sebastian would be concerned and question what had happened, but she was ready with a perfect excuse:

The platform must have made a mistake. They banned you for no reason.

It was flawless. You’d be out of the streaming scene, and she’d make sure Sebastian stayed oblivious. No more streams, no more collaboration invites—just her and Sebastian.

Another win for Allison.

The moment the notification hit your inbox, your heart sank. Your account—Jellycatfished—banned. All the hours, all the work, gone in an instant. It felt like the final straw. You could handle work stress, you could even tolerate Allison’s constant presence, but this? This was your safe space, your escape, and now it is gone.

Without thinking, your first instinct was to message Solace. He deserved to know. You quickly typed a message, your hands trembling as you tried to explain the situation.

"Hey, I just got banned from the platform. I don’t know what happened... but I thought you should know."

What you didn’t realize was that Allison had already gotten to him. She’d mentioned it casually when he asked why you hadn’t been streaming, spinning her story about how the platform must have glitched and banned you for no reason.

Sebastian had seemed concerned, sure, but Allison’s explanation had been so confident, so convincing, that he hadn’t questioned it too much. So when your message came through, his response was quick but flat.

"Yeah, you mentioned that during our date earlier. That sucks, but I’m sure it’ll get sorted out."

You stared at his reply, your heart sinking even further. The words didn't make sense, not at all. Date? What date? The realization crashed over you, an emotional tidal wave that made your head spin. You flung your phone onto your bed, letting out a muffled scream into your pillow, your nails digging deep into the fabric as rage, betrayal, and frustration surged through you. Allison had done it. She had somehow stolen your account, your identity, and now, it seemed, she was trying to steal everything else too.

As the echoes of your scream faded into the stillness of your room, you pulled yourself up and grabbed your phone again. The silence around you was stifling, heavy with the weight of everything you’d just uncovered. You took a breath, your fingers trembling as they hovered over the keyboard.

"Solace, we are not dating."

The reply came quickly.

"What do you mean, we are not? We had so many dates already, Ally. You want me to actually officially ask you out? Let me prepare at least, cutie."

He didn’t get it. He didn’t catch the weight of your words at all.

You hesitated for a moment, then typed, "Solace, I am not Ally. It's me. Your roommate."* You added your name for clarity.

And then... silence. Nothing. No response. No footsteps coming toward your door. Nothing at all.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hallway, Sebastian was staring at his screen in growing confusion. It’s you and not Allison? How? His thoughts raced, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to process. He quickly opened another chat, the one he’d been using with Allison for weeks, his fingers moving frantically across the keyboard.

"Babe, why is my roommate on your Discord?"

Miles away, Allison had just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around her as she glanced at her phone. Her face paled, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Sebastian’s message. You sneaky little worm... she thought, fury bubbling inside her. You were trying to expose her, daring to unravel the web she’d so carefully woven. But Allison wasn’t going to let that happen without a fight.

She quickly typed back, her fingers flying over the screen.

"Oh god. Seb, I didn’t want to tell you at first..."

“Your roommate is in love with you…they are actually stalking me now since I became your girlfriend and they are jealous. Seems like they even hacked my discord and pretended that they are me…What if they got my streaming account banned too?”

"I'm so sorry, Ally. I promise I'll get this sorted out. No matter what happens, you're my priority, and I support you."

Sebastian’s words echoed in his head, gnawing at him days later as the whole situation weighed heavily on his nerves. He hadn’t even had the chance to talk to you yet, having blocked your Discord account per Allison's suggestion. She'd convinced him it was safer that way until she could switch out her email and password.

Sitting in Painter’s little tech shop, Sebastian sipped on his cup of instant coffee, his mind swirling. "Man, you look horrible," Painter, his friend and confidant, remarked from across the counter. Painter’s small shop was filled with parts and gadgets, tech stuff scattered everywhere, but today it felt heavier with the weight of Sebastian’s troubles.

“It all makes sense now, Painter. The movie nights, Chinese takeout days, working together...Meeting them in the Sushi Bar even. God, I was so blind." He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair before pulling out his phone and sliding it over to his friend. Painter picked it up, scrolling through the chat history and screenshots Sebastian had saved before blocking you.

As he scrolled, Painter’s brow furrowed. Something wasn’t sitting right. His fingers moved faster across the screen, pulling up messages and logs, all while Sebastian sat there, completely spaced out. Painter and Sebastian had a close bond, and having his friend type on his phone wasn’t unusual. In fact, they often shared stuff like this.

"I'm sorry, man. This really sounds tough," Painter mumbled, his voice distant as he dug deeper into the details. Secretly, Painter unblocked your Discord, his technical expertise kicking into high gear. After a few moments, he managed to pull up something that made him pause: the IP address.

He cross-checked it with the logs and Sebastian's own information. It was the same IP. How could that be? Painter’s mind raced. If this account really belonged to Allison, there was no way it would have the same IP as Sebastian’s unless…

Painter’s heart sank as the realization hit. The only possibility was that the account was yours. You had been telling the truth all along.

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Roleplay Date ~ Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Content: You and Miguel do some roleplay, mostly fluff, starts to get suggestive occasionally and near the end, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: Wanted to do a quick idea of you doing a role-play date with Miguel! Enjoy!

He should be here any minute now.

The time on your phone was your favorite thing to look at when you stepped into the bar. You tried to relax with a sip of your margarita, the slightly sour taste of apple dancing across your palate, but your mind kept wandering. How was this going to go? Would it be awkward? Or would it fail if someone tried to steal your man? You had a few other people try to talk to you while you sat but to your relief, disappeared when they saw you weren't that interested.

You had no reason to be nervous. Couples go on role-play dates all the time. You read their ideas and their experiences. It should be fun.

Thirty minutes passed and you saw your husband.

You caught your breath at his change of appearance. A green cardigan, with the top button undone. His white pants contrasted in color but somehow worked well with his black suede loafers. Miguel looked good. You always knew he could be, but this was a little different. You tried not to gawk as you sipped your drink again, pretending the menu was more interesting than anyone else. He wasn't too far from your seat but you caught a whiff of his cologne, earthy with sharp hints of mint. It's one you've never smelled before.

Miguel ordered a rum and coke as you tried to decide what to eat. Maybe some sliders? Or there was a sampling platter you could try. But you also saw sushi on the menu.

“Hi.”

You perked up, heart banging in your chest as you turned to him. He was even better up close. And…did he change his hair? It was parted to the side, not slicked back like his usual style. Miguel usually changes his hair on special occasions. You tried to hold back admiring his brown curls shining in the dim light as you remembered he spoke to you.

“Hi.” A light smile appeared on your face.

“Do you come here often?”

You bit your lip, wondering if you two should have developed a script. But you wanted the interaction to be natural since it's the first time roleplaying like this. “No, I don’t. This is my first time.”

“Alone?” Miguel raised an eyebrow as you nodded, “Someone like you shouldn’t be alone on a night like this.”

Curious, you played with your straw by swirling it in your drink, “What's someone like me?”

“Gorgeous.”

He was eyeing your outfit. A simple black dress that gave much attention to your cleavage. Paired with small matching black heels. You weren't the type to wear this sort of thing but you wanted to try something new. And give your husband something to stare at.

Your poker face was impenetrable, despite wanting to forget everything and immediately go into the hotel room. “You're gonna have to do better than that.”

Miguel smirked before signaling to the bartender that he would pay for anything you wanted for the rest of the night. She gave you a look to make sure you agreed and you nodded. He motioned to the seat beside you and you invited him to stay.

“I’m Miguel.” You gave him yours and he said it as if he’s never said it before. A tingle shot through your spine. “May I ask why you decided to go to the bar tonight?”

“I wanted a drink.” You shrugged, “And I heard this hotel was nice.”

“It is.” He took a sip of his drink, eyes never far from yours.

“Oh? You’ve been here before?”

“Many times. I’ve always been satisfied with the service when I go here on business.”

You hum in delight, “So you’re a businessman?”

“Not quite.” He gives a soft chuckle, “I’m a scientist, that unfortunately has to go on business trips.”

You knew that part about him. He always hated going on trips because that meant he’d be away from you. “What do you specialize in?”

“Genetics.” You had to hold back in smiling hard, seeing his eyes light up at any mention of his work. The conversation was interrupted momentarily when the bartender asked what you wanted to eat. You and Miguel decided to share a sushi platter with an assortment of flavors each of you could try.

And your margarita was also gone, so you decided to get a daiquiri, wanting something a little bit sweeter to combat the sourness you had.

“So you’re a geneticist?” You asked, picking the conversation back up, “That’s fascinating. I’ve never met any geneticists. Especially ones as good-looking as you. Must be in your genes.”

A flash of your husband came out as Miguel’s eyes lowered at your terrible joke. Even you snorted at your words. “Funny. So I’m guessing your profession is a comedian.”

“No way.” You shook your head, “Not by a long shot.”

“Thank god.”

You gasped, pretending to be insulted while watching him hold back a laugh behind his straw. “Rude.”

“I’m just saying. I wouldn’t have high hopes in your career after that joke.”

The air was light and comfortable. Any semblance of nervousness you had previously faded away. That could've just been the alcohol though.

“So since you specialize in genetics, you know all the good stuff. Punnett squares, why people with blue eyes are rare, that sort of thing.”

Miguel nodded, “Usually we're able to find all of your genetic markings through your blood.”

“I'm not scared of getting my blood drawn.” You confidently say, “You think you'd find anything good in my genes?”

He hums in thought, moving closer to slide his hand up your bare forearm, placing his thumb between your arm and bicep. His touch was warm, almost burning your skin up. “Maybe. As long as you hold still.”

“Only if you're gentle.” You let out a low sigh. Your husband staring directly into your eyes, rubbing his thumb against your skin. You're so close to fast-forwarding this date and getting in his pants.

It was to your luck that the food came, causing you and him to part so you could dine in. Husband mode came back as he handed you the wasabi. Your lips curled, knowing he wasn't the biggest fan of it when he accidentally put a huge smear on his roll, eating it whole. You pictured his eyes tearing up and his face scrunching up was hilarious.

“You don't like wasabi?”

Miguel’s head shook with disdain, “Not a fan. It's too hot for my tastes.”

“That's because you put too much on there when you shouldn’t have-” You immediately shut your lips, trying to fix your words. “I mean, plenty of people put a lot on there. It’s a common mistake.”

He ignored your slip up, “Then can you show me how much is adequate for me?”

“Of course.” You took a little piece using your chopsticks, placing it on his sushi roll as if it were delicate. You watched as he ate the piece, shoulders lowered in satisfaction. “See, not that hot right?”

“Not at all.” He then asked about your job which you proceeded to describe as boring. Not as exciting as his geneticist one. While you did so, Miguel kept showing his husband side, making sure you had your fill. As he listened intently. The stranger façade started to fade as you two were starting to act like a married couple again. You’re sure anyone from a mile away could see it.

But you didn’t care. You were full, mind a little clouded from the alcohol and the night was winding down. The time on your phone was almost eleven at night.

Miguel slipped his black card to the bartender, paying for the meal and drinks. You gazed at his form, not believing that you were married to this man.

“Do you have a ride home?” He asked. You knew he made arrangements to book a room at the hotel, but knowing him he’d wanted to make sure the date ended on a satisfying note.

“I’m looking at it.”

His eyes went wide at the flirtatious line for a moment. “Bold, are we?”

“Maybe.” Your playful smirk drew him closer as he leaned into your ear.

“You can ride me in our room.”

You two sped walk towards the elevator. Miguel’s finger repeatedly pressed the down button to make it go faster. Your body was hot, breathing speeding up as you couldn’t hold on much longer. You never knew how slow elevators were when its doors creaked open. The two of you rushed inside and once it was closed, were immediately on each other.

Hot breaths, messy kisses, and hands groping every single part of your bodies filled the space. The cold steel wall was felt on your back as Miguel trapped you, his hard body pressed against your own. He hiked up your leg to wrap around his waist while sucking on your neck. Creating a few marks on your skin.

The dings from the elevator going up were the only thing keeping you together. Otherwise, you were sure he was going to fuck you inside.

“Wait.” Miguel parted, his face stained from your lipstick, hair messy from the exchange. “Do you have your ring?”

You nodded, getting it from your purse. Before you could put it on, he did it for you, slipping it through your ring finger where it belonged. He grabbed his own from his pocket, before slipping it on.

“That’s better.”

Just in time, the elevator stopped on your floor. Miguel picked you up with ease and dashed to the room to continue where you left off.

[jujutsukaisenwriting]

JJK Characters Taking Care of You After a Hard Day

Gojo Satoru:

"Yo, what's with the face?"

Bad day? You know what makes bad days better?

HIS PRESENCE OBVIOUSLY

Also, a shit ton of sweets

Will probably drag you around until you are exhausted

"See, told ya it would pass"

Nanami Kento:

Husband will fill in a bathtub with hot water and will put a glass of wine near it

Never mind, a whole bottle it is

He will either come to sit in the bathtub with you or will just sit on the floor to ask you about the day

After-bath massage is so happening

Sukuna Ryomen:

A bad day? Like, did anyone die?

Will scoop you and will carry you to the bed

"Here, drink wine and let Daddy handle this shit"

Comes back grinning

"Now it's truly a bad day. But not for you anymore"

Yuji Itadori:

"Woah, you look completely worn out"

Leaves and comes back with a bag of chips, candies and soda.

GOLDEN RETRIEVER VIBES

Arranges a perfect blanket fortress on the sofa and throws on it at least a dozen pillows

Will be telling bad jokes and embarrassing stories from his past to cheer you up

Nobara Kugisaki:

She will sit you on the sofa and will bring you a huge boba tea

"Tell me what happened. IN DETAIL"

Will be highly emotional and supportive and will grow furious at those who wronged you

"Want me to use my cursed technique on them?"

"So what if it's your parents"

Will drag you out for a karaoke or a sushi bar once you tell her everything about your day

Megumi Fushiguro:

Is not really used to care about people so at first, poor guy is dumbfounded

"Um...I will make you some tea"

Sits down with you and listens carefully to what you have to say

Suggests you go for a walk because physical activity helps get rid of bad thoughts

Will hesitate for ages whether to take your hand or not

"Here goes nothing"

Choso:

"Bad day like how bad?"

Carries you to sofa, sits down and grabs you in a hug

Once you finish talking, offers to cook something for you

"I can chop them too", says nonchalantly as if discussing weather

Offers to comb your hair and hums lightly while doing so

Mahito:

Presents you a dead pigeon

[wannaeatramyeon]

The Yakuza daughter! S/o x Gun basically made me fangirl as I imagine them being a power couple lol. I now wonder if you got part 2 in that like Goo just discover Gun ring on his hand and a photo of his fiancée/wife in his photo (I just imagine that he took a photo of s/o in a lingerie lol)

Ughhhh Sam, this idea is too fun. Here's a much much quicker follow up with a lot less Yakuza-ness (sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️).

Gun Park x Reader: After I do (feat Goo)

Goo finds out. Follow up to 'I do' fic here

"How was Japan?"

Goo watches Gun washing the blood from his hands. Something about Gun has changed. He seems... different. Goo couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was Japan. Maybe it's the guy just being a freakshow as per usual.

Gun side-eyes him. The response is clipped, short, singular.

"Fine."

"Not like you to take an extended leave."

"..."

The lack of answer doesn't deter Goo, all too used to his partner's silence. "Business or personal?"

"..."

"Anything I should worry about?"

"..."

"Are you planning anything?"

"..."

"Did you pick up my Sanrio-"

Gun thrusts his hands in the dryer, the blasts of air drowning out Goo's incessant questioning. Unfortunately, this doesn't last long enough. Nothing ever does once the blonde's curiousity is piqued.

As soon as the whirring stops, Goo opens his mouth once again and Gun finally responds. "No, no and no. Shut up."

Hmph. Looks like Goo won't get anything else from this asshole. With a glint in his eye, he asks his final question, "You owe me for covering your duties. Was Crystal always this annoying?"

Gun reluctantly smiles. "Yes."

.

.

"What does our big bad boss want?"

Gun scans his phone. The message from just moments ago wasn't anything of significance to their mission. Although. The selfie of you in a seductive pose and risque underwear might be a distraction.

He appreciates it for a beat longer then locks the device. "It's not our boss."

That's the end of that conversation. Or so he thought.

"Huh?" Goo's eyes dart over to him with increasing frequency and the car starts to swerve.

Gun will not die by his hand because this fucking maniac can't keep his eyes on the road. Begrudgingly, he elaborates, "It's personal."

The blonde's eyes bulge out at this admission, "During work hours? Who wants to text a mean bastard like you?"

For fuck's sake. Can't this fucking idiot ever mind his own business.

Goo continues, "Who the hell would even want to be friends with you? I hope you're not plotting anything against me..." A malicious snicker, "Or are you dating? You should introduce me to them, they must be a firecracker!"

Gun tunes out his partner, a skill he has long mastered.

But when his phone buzzes for the third time in as many minutes, with you no doubt sending yet another racy image, Gun has to physically restrain himself from looking (and internally curses you for your poor timing).

Goo tries to swipe at the phone. "Hey, let me text back!"

Gun moves it effortlessly out of arm's reach. "If you're not going to keep those eyes on the road, then I can just pluck them from your head."

"You're no fun." Goo pouts, narrowly missing driving into a ravine.

.

.

"Oppa~ do you want a bite of this sushi?"

"No."

"Are you sure? It's really delicious!"

"..."

"Just a little taste!"

"Come near me again, I'll jam the sushi and the chopsticks down your throat."

"Ahhh~! Goo, your friend is so mean!"

What the fuck? Gun seems to be in an even more sour mood than usual. The last time the both of them were at this Gangnam bar, Gun had no issues with the women. Someone to warm his bed for the night, he had figured.

This evening though? He didn't even bat an eyelid in their direction.

"Gun! You can at least be nice to these sweethearts!" Goo snaps.

"No." Gun replies simply, getting up to leave.

What a fucking weirdo, Goo thinks. Oh well, more sushi for me.

.

.

"Since when did you wear jewellery?"

Goo snatches Gun's left hand, pulling it up to his face and holding it so close he is cross-eyed behind his glasses.

He absolutely has not seen this before, his brows furrow at this very odd addition. A plain, silver-coloured ring wrapped around the fourth finger.

Yanking his hand back, Gun responds. "Since I want to."

"A plain ring? On that finger?" Goo trails after him as he strides off, "You know what that means right? Wait..."

Goo completely stops in his tracks, "A couple band? Engagement? Are you...?"

Gun completely ignores him, increasing the distance between them.

No fucking way, right? The simple band on his hand is definitely something, but-

There's just-

No. fucking. way.

Who the fuck would be able to put up with Gun Park?

.

.

"Who's that?" Goo peers at the picture of the smokeshow on Gun's phone, catching a glimpse just before he tucks it into his pocket.

Having that image is certainly... a choice. Who is she though? A new k-pop idol? Gun doesn't seem like the type that would have an image of an idol or a celebrity as their background.

"My wife."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Focus." Gun commands, as a gang of men come at them with knives and baseball bats.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Goo repeats, ducking to avoid a slash.

"I said, focus." Gun easily tanks a couple hits before returning some of his own.

"WHAT THE-" Goo's words are cut short as some thug takes advantage of his diverted attention and knocks his glasses off.

"FUCK- Fine." Goo elbows the guy in the solar plexus then easily plucks the baseball bat from his now slack grip. "Let me just borrow this~"

.

.

"You must be Goo Kim!"

Turning on the hostess charm, you note how Goo has to almost literally pick his jaw off the floor with your entrance.

Gun leans against the doorframe, observing with quiet smugness at the reaction. You had dropped in at the HNH offices to join Gun for lunch. Usually he would pick a better time and place but the level of questioning from Goo had already surpassed absurd levels ever since he found out Gun was married.

The last few weeks had been hell.

"When did you get married?! You didn't invite me to the wedding? I wasn't your best man? Tell me, who was it! I'll beat them up! When can I meet your bride? Or are you scared I'll charm her away?"

And Gun had promised you a partnership of equals. With your short time in South Korea, you had more than enough proved your usefulness and loyalty. It's about time he cuts you in on the Crew business.

He surmises this is a way to kill two birds with one stone.

You're Gun's wife? This absolute knockout? With him? That fucking boring asshole?

Goo would have thought this is Gun's twisted idea of a prank if he hadn't found out that the guy barely had a sense of humour a long time ago. That time had almost ended in stitches for Goo.

"Mrs. Park!" He gives you a theatrical bow, "I've been so looking forward to working with you!"

"Just call me Y/N," you giggle.

Goo takes your hand, pressing a loud smooch to the top of it. Gun's entire body tenses at the contact. This does not go unnoticed by you.

You retract your hand back, subtly wiping the kiss away, "I can't wait to get stuck into all the details."

"Of course, Y/N!"

"There won't be any trouble from you, right, Goo?"

"Princess, don't you trust me?"

You look Goo dead in the eye, seeing through the fake hurt on his face and dropping your own act.

"No. And," you grab onto his crotch, digging in your nails as Goo yelps, "If there is even a whiff of anything amiss then I'm coming after your balls." Your grip tightens as he tries without success to push you off, "Got it?"

"ACK!! Fuck! Got it, got it!"

You release him, relishing at his squeal.

"If you've broken anything," Goo scowls, struggling to stand and cradling himself tenderly. "Ugh, you two are fucking made for each other. Psychos."

Gun arrives at your side with a smirk, he guides you by the small of your back, leading you out.

"Not bad," he murmurs into your ear, "You were wasted in Japan."

[copperbadge]

Hey Sam. If you're so inclined, could you recommend a few 'must eat' places in Downtown Chicago? My hotel will be near the Red Line (Grand station) and I'm fine walking a good 10 minutes for awesome food. I'm planning my trip and trying to put together a few food places for lunch and dinner and such. Pizza, burgers, bbq, donuts, steak, sushi..., I'm flexible!

You know, honestly, I don't eat out much anymore so I'm not sure where the best places to get a bite are. I'm going to make some recommendations but they're about to be a mixture of "If you come to Chicago this is somewhere everyone goes" and "This is somewhere Sam personally likes to eat but which you may not go for." :D

So, if you're at Grand, you are pretty much on top of the Weber Kettle Grill. Weber Kettle Grill does GREAT grill food and my parents always want to eat there when they come into town. If you ask to sit at the chef's table, you'll be seated at what looks like a bar, but it also looks all the way down the row of giant indoor grills the chefs use to cook the food. If you want something quieter and less busy they also have a fairly large dining room.

If you want a real Chicago experience, there's a Portillo's pretty close to you (that one's called "Portillo's & Barnelli's"); Portillo's is a local chain that does burgers, dogs, and crucially Italian Beef. Italian Beef is my go-to Chicago food for people who (like me) don't want to eat Deep Dish Pizza. It's a crusty roll filled with shredded braised beef; you can get it with sweet peppers, hot peppers, or no peppers (they might call it "giardinera" which is the local term for the pepper relish they use). If you get it "dipped", once the sandwich is made it's dunked in a flavorful jus before being wrapped up; if you don't like wet bread I'd skip this, but I love it. If you REALLY don't like wet bread, maybe get a Chicago Style hot dog instead. Portillo's is also famous for being The Place Where they make you a milkshake with an entire slice of chocolate cake in it. You can also just get a slice of cake, which is fantastic.

There's also an Al's Italian Beef near you if you want a more local experience. Locals absolutely can and will eat at Portillo's, the food's not better at Al's, it's just a bit more tourist-friendly than Al's tends to be.

If you want that true authentic Chicago deep dish experience (pie crust filled with cheese and then topped with sauce) Pizzeria Uno and Pizzeria Due are very close by; they vie for the dubious honor of having invented the deep dish pizza. I can't recommend it, but if you want it, hit one of those.

If you're not from the midwest and would like to sample a decent approximation of Detroit style deep dish (thick bready crust topped with cheese and then sauce) Jet's Pizza likely delivers to your hotel. I can't recommend going to a Jet's, many of them don't have anywhere to sit and eat, and for a pizza joint they're a bit costly, but it's very good pizza. My Detroit friends say it's a perfectly acceptable pie by their standards.

Volare Ristorante is a nearby hidden gem if you're in the mood for upscale Italian; I really like their pasta, but they are on the pricier end. If you're walking east on Grand to get there, you do have to go under Michigan, and you will likely fear that you will be stabbed and left for dead in this weird underground cavern, but I promise you, it's smelly but safe.

Goddess And The Baker and Beatrix are both good places to pick up breakfast. If you wish to glimpse Hell, the Starbucks Roastery at Michigan and Erie is one of the largest buxes in the country (possibly the world?) and is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE to navigate, but it's certainly an experience.

If you're venturing into the Loop, Russian Tea Time is a fun place to have afternoon tea and the a la carte food is also quite good; they're very close to the Art Institute. There's not much to eat if you're going to the museum campus, and my favorite Greek place closed down, but Minghin Cuisine is a good Chinese place (I've eaten there) and AO Hawaiian Hideout is supposedly some of the best Chinese in the city (I have not eaten there).

If you are craving Chinese, you can also catch the Red Line directly to the Chinatown stop and browse, I've never had a bad meal in Chinatown. When you get off the train, if you go north to the station exit with only stairs, you can exit, look left, and see the "new" Chinatown that's basically an outdoor mall; if you go south to the escalator exit, once you leave turn right and you'll see the big pagoda entrance to "old" Chinatown, which is more shops than restaurants. New Chinatown has some excellent bakeries, and also a Korean fried chicken place, Bonchon, that's extremely good. Usually when I take friends we go to Joy Yee which has a huge menu and also bubble tea.

As a final plug I'll list The Berghoff, which is in the loop (off the Jackson Red Line stop); it's pretty hefty German cuisine, all excellent food, and also is a top notch place to take anyone with gluten issues -- the owners have a kid with a gluten intolerance and the restaurant has an exceptional gluten-free menu with unusually strict protocols to prevent cross-contamination in the kitchen.

And if you want to get a little baked first, you are pretty close to Sunnyside dispensary, which is a very nice dispensary with super friendly people. If you take the Red Line to Roosevelt or are in the area, Grasshopper Club is less expensive, just as friendly, and Black-owned, and they've been my go-to for a couple of months now. At either one you can walk-in to speak to a budtender about what you'd like, or you can preorder online, but be aware that there are limitations on what out-of-staters can purchase. Having sampled most of the gummies out there, I'd recommend Mindy's (any flavor is good but the black cherry is my preferred). Do bring ID, you will be carded.

I hope you enjoy Chicago! If you have more questions feel free to hit me up here or at copperbadge@gmail.com if you'd like to have more of like, a dialogue :) Have fun and eat well!

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie X restaurant X chopsticks lol

Couldn't decide if I wanted lovesick Eddie or mischievous Eddie, so I went with both 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: mentions of smut (but nothing actually happens), reader has shitty parents

WC: 1.4k oops

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Laying in the back of Eddie’s van, head resting on his bare chest and intertwining your cherry-red nails with his jet black ones, you should feel completely at ease. The hazy post-sex glow envelops you both, and you snuggle in closer to him, trying to alleviate the anxiety bubbling in your chest.

“What’s going on, Sweetheart?” he murmurs into your hair, pressing a tender kiss to your scalp. You’ve only been together for three months, but he already knows when something’s eating you. There’s no point in trying to lie to him.

“My, um, my parents want to meet you,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “When I go home in a few weeks.” You’d only moved to Indianapolis, a short forty-minute drive from your hometown, but it’s far enough that you don’t get to see your family very often.

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief. “‘S that all?” He rubs your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck so that his curly hair tickles your shoulders. “Jesus, I thought you were breaking up with me or somethin’.” He kisses across your collarbones, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. 

“They’re just so…pretentious,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. “Like, we can’t just order pizza at home; they want to take us out for sushi.”

“Sushi?” Eddie wrinkles his nose. “As in…raw fish? And seaweed?” He puffs out his cheeks. “You’re lucky ‘m so crazy ‘bout you, baby.”

Somehow, that sentiment isn’t comforting. Because you know that Eddie would do damn near anything for you, even endure a sushi dinner with your high-strung parents, but you can’t promise that they’ll treat him with the respect he deserves. They’d always imagined you being with some well-to-do trust fund city boy, not a guy from a trailer park in Hawkins, Indiana. Eddie came to Indianapolis with just his guitar and a dream, and while his goal of being a rockstar hadn’t quite taken off yet, he was one of the hardest working people you’d ever met. Working at the record store during the day, playing bar gigs at night, and making time for you in between. You didn’t know how he managed it. And through it all, he never once made you feel like an obligation or a burden.

And so, weeks later, you and Eddie sit side-by-side in your Toyota Corolla as you pull into the restaurant parking lot. Eddie offered to drive his van, but you knew that just hearing the way the gears grind would unnerve your parents. Instead, you made some excuse about your car getting better gas mileage, and he’d gone along with it.

“We’re here,” you announce through gritted teeth, killing the engine. You grip your boyfriend’s hand, calloused from years of guitar playing. “God, I feel like I’m leading you into the lion’s den.” 

Eddie’s quiet for a moment—a rarity for him—before he finally asks the question that’s been wracking his brain since you’d told him about this dinner. “If your parents don’t like me, are you gonna…” He can’t even finish the thought, looking down at the floor mats, a pinkish tinge coloring his cheeks. 

“Oh, Eds.” Your heart splinters at the mere thought of leaving him. “No, I would never. I love my parents, but I hate their snap judgments. I know who you are, and I love who you are, and that’s what matters.” You manage a smile and start to open your door. 

“Wait!” Eddie suddenly exclaims, leaping from his seat and running to your side of the car. He holds the door open, waiting for you to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Allow me, m’lady.”

You can’t help but giggle as he takes your hand and helps you out of the car. “Thank you, kind sir,” you reply with a small curtsy. 

Eddie looks around, checking if the coast is clear before giving your ass a light smack. You gasp at the sudden contact, but he just chuckles. “Had to sneak one in before I gotta be on my best behavior.”

Walking into the restaurant hand-in-hand, you find your parents sitting at a booth by the window. “Mom, Dad,” you start after kissing them both ‘hello,’ “this is Eddie. My boyfriend. Eddie, these are my parents.” While you know Eddie will pick up on the strain in your voice, you hope your parents will remain oblivious. 

“Nice to meet you both,” Eddie greets them, extending his hand for your dad to shake. But the older man just looks at it and frowns. 

“Is that nail polish?” he asks, furrowing his brows. “A bit girly, don’t you think?”

Off to a great start. 

“It really completes his stage image,” you jump in, desperately trying to save a flustered Eddie. “He’s an amazing guitarist. Even has his own band!”

This piques your mom’s interest. “Oh,” she says, smiling politely. “What kind of music do you play? I’ve always loved The Beatles.”

“Um, mostly metal,” Eddie shrugs. “Ozzy, Dio, Metallica?”

Your mom’s expression falters. “I can’t say I’m familiar with their work.” She makes no attempt to continue the conversation, and you each stare at your menus in awkward silence. 

The waiter’s arrival is a welcome disruption. You order a tuna roll and a California roll for you and Eddie to share, trying to keep the discussion light. Your parents ask about work, and you give enough detail to satisfy them without warranting further questions. 

“So, Eddie,” your dad asks, making direct eye contact with your boyfriend, “what do you do for a living?”

Eddie grins proudly. “I manage a record store. Worked my way up from stock boy; now, I basically run the place.” He glances at you and gives you a look that says, Nailed it. But you’ve been down this road before. 

Your father considers his response. “Hmm,” he finally says, “I didn’t know they hired people with tattoos for managerial positions.”

You cringe as Eddie’s face falls. “Um, Mom,” you stammer nervously, picking at an invisible hangnail, “how’s Grandma?”

Temporarily reprieved from the interrogation, Eddie leans back in his seat and discretely squeezes your hand. You squeeze back, making a mental note to apologize profusely for your parents’ behavior. 

When dinner arrives, you only have a moment of calm before the next crisis presents itself. Eddie unravels his cloth napkin to reveal chopsticks. Fucking chopsticks. A man who could—and had—eat spaghetti with his hands, and you’d forgotten to warn him about the chopsticks. 

“If you need a fork—” you start in a hushed whisper, but Eddie shakes his head, expertly using the utensils to pick up a piece of the tuna roll, gently coating it in soy sauce and popping it into his mouth. 

What the fuck?

The rest of the meal is filled with mundane chatter, and you’re just grateful that your parents stopped grilling your boyfriend. The boyfriend who suddenly has the ability to wield chopsticks like he’s been using them his whole life. 

“Eddie,” you hiss under your breath as your mom excuses herself to the restroom and your dad tries to flag over the waiter for a drink refill, “since when do you know how to use chopsticks?”

Eddie gives one of his signature mischievous smirks. “Been ordering Chinese takeout everyday for lunch this week, just so I could learn.” He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Impressed?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Very.”

“Good.” There’s a twinkle in his eyes, and he lowers his voice to whisper in your ear: “Because I’m gonna need a reward for sitting through this dinner, and I’d like to show you what else these fingers can do.”

Your eyes widen. “Okay,” you turn towards your father, “Dad, we’ve gotta go. I forgot I told my boss that I’d turn in a project by midnight tonight,” you babble, reaching for your purse. 

“It’s only 6:30,” your dad protests, glancing at his wristwatch. 

“Yeah, well, it’s a big project. Massive.” You awkwardly hold your arms out wide to emphasize your point. It’s not until you hear Eddie stifle a laugh that you realize the implication you’ve made. “Well, bye. See you soon!” You take Eddie’s hand and practically sprint out of the restaurant. 

“So,” he says once you’re back in the safety of your Toyota, waggling his eyebrows teasingly, “massive, huh?”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 3

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The list of what you can do is shorter than those things barred from you. The doctor merely confirmed your deepest fears and sealed Lloyd’s sentence. A baby. A whole other life and you’re supposed to be responsible for it. You know for a fact he won’t be, at least, not beyond tossing money at the situation.

Your arm is tender from the implant removal. The procedure was emblematic of your state. The excision of part of yourself, the last remnant of your old self. You mourn the loss quietly, keeping your face blank as you pretend to read the literature shoveled into your hands by the nurse before your departure.

Lloyd is gleeful, he can’t hide his joy but you are not deluded. It’s not some wholesome delight at bringing a new life into the world, no, it’s celebrating the life he’s ruined. Yours. A child is the brand that marks your ownership.

As you enter his house, it feels bleak. The pristine white and gold aesthetic is dingy and beige to your eyes. The world is grimmer, constricted. Your leash is tight and cannot reach beyond these walls.

A sudden smack across your ass jolts you from your melancholic trance. Lloyd takes a pamphlet from the pile clutched in your hands and unfolds it. He gives it a once over and hands it back.

“I got a treadmill in the gym. You should hop on that every once in a while. Stuff says you need to stay active,” he shrugs, “wouldn’t mind a workout buddy.”

You squint at him. There it is. All those times Colin gently tried to goad you. ‘There’s a special at the gym’, ‘let’s make a new years resolution’,’ it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try something new’.

“Or… I could go for walks outside,” you suggest, “get some fresh air.”

“Don’t be fucking smart,” he warns, “I’m not being a fuckhead here, I’m trying to help. Do what’s best for the baby but don’t you dare lose that fucking ass. A brisk pace, no running.”

You sigh. This man has the audacity to dictate everything around him as if the world is built just for him. In his head, maybe it is. From the looks of it, he’s never been denied anything in his life. 

“So, you still don’t trust me?”

“Trust?” He clucks, “that’s a funny concept. But no. You wanna go for a walk, I’ll take you out for one like a good pet.”

You scowl and he smirks, reaching to tap the end of your nose. You wipe your face of all emotion and pull away, refocusing on the booklets in your hand.

“Decaf,” he declares, “and we should look into some vitamins. Doc says at your age–”

“I wish you hadn’t just welcomed yourself in, you know? It’s kind of… private.”

“Hey, I’m the father, I got every right to know what’s going on with my kid.”

“Mmm, sure, and what about when the kid shows up? How about diapers? Colic? Sticky hands?”

“That’s what nanny’s are for,” he wrinkles his nose, “ew, you’re– such a pessimist, baby face.”

And you're a dumbass, you keep the retort to yourself and shake your head at the next page. No coffee, no hot baths, no sushi… Sounds like a wonderful nine months.

“One thing at a time,” he nears and grasps the clutter in your hands. A brief tug-of-war as you clamp down but relent, letting him take it before it scattered, “we still got a wedding to plan.”

“Plan? I thought Vegas was easy–”

“Dresses,” he insists as he places the papers in the console table drawer, “get your coat off. We’re gonna do a little fashion show.”

“Oh, fuck off. Just gimme the one with the most last,” you huff as you unbutton your coat.

“I think we should weigh our options, baby,” he opens the closet and hangs his jacket, “so you’re gonna strut and do a pretty little spin. If your ass don’t look good, we know it’s not the one.”

“You are so romantic,” you say dryly as you add your coat to the row along the rod.

“Oh, I’m thinking the whole nine yard. Veil, flowers, something blue, something inside you–”

“Right, let’s just get this over with before I vomit,” you interrupt him.

“Ah, little baby Hansen already causing trouble.”

“No, you. You make me sick.”

He snickers and grabs your arm. He pulls you to him, his other arm looping around you. He leans in and you try to turn your face away. He catches your chin and holds you in place as he plants a sloppy kiss on your mouth.

“You think they’ll let me kiss you other lips at the altar,” he purrs as he parts, “climb up under your skirt–”

“Do you ever stop?”

“Not really,” he answers, another slap on your ass, “let’s go, peaches.”

He keeps an arm around you as he guides you away from the entryway and back to the front room where the rack of dresses waits. The golden bar has been righted and the garment bags rehung. Lloyd lets you go and strides ahead of you, pushing apart the wire hangers with a hum.

“Oh, this one is my front runner,” he turns to you and holds out a white bag, “this one first.”

You glare at him and slowly approach, taking it with hesitance.

“So, when exactly is this wedding supposed to happen because I probably won’t fit into these soon–”

“You sign?” He challenges.

You swallow and give an indecisive look to the ceiling.

“I told you I would–”

“Later,” he waves you off, “don’t spoil this.”

You barely keep from rolling your eyes. You? Spoil it? You look down at the hang and drag away the long garment bag.

“Change here,” he insists as he sits on the sofa, stretching his arms wide across the back, “behind that… whatever.”

He points to the fanned divider placed to the impractical aesthetic of whatever designer he paid to decorate. You sniff and near the wall, pulling it out to angle it around so you have some room behind it. You peek over at him as he feels his mustache and smirks at the room.

You dip behind the barrier and unzip the bag. The contents are worse than you could ever imagine. A white leather halter dress. Not your style, if you can claim to have any. You sigh and pull it out.

“What’s up, doll face?” Lloyd taunts from the other side.

“Nothing,” you lie, your tone betraying your agitation.

You undress and open the zipper as wide as it goes. You struggle to pull the tight leather sheath up your body and strain to do it up. You’re less impressed by the cut out over your cleavage and long split down the thigh. Worse, the way it stretches over your stomach makes you feel even more exposed.

“This isn’t it,” you drone, “I’m taking it off–”

“Get out here,” he speaks over you.

“Lloyd, I hate it–”

“That shit’s designer so you walk your ass out here and give me a look,” he intones, “now, sweetheart.”

You hold back another frustrated exhale and move slowly. The leather creaks loudly and you cringe. You come around the divider and march over to the sofa. You stop before him and cross your arms.

“It’s too small.”

“Fuck,” he leans forward and steeples his hands, brushing his fingers up under his chin, “you look fucking hot.”

“Don’t–”

“Your tits look huge. Like… humongous–” He makes a motion as if squeezing your chest.

You stare at him, unable to conceal your anger. Is he just saying he likes it because he knows you don’t or is he really that tacky?

“Turn,” he spins his finger in the air. You take a breath and obey. As you do, he growls and slaps his thigh. “Damn, that ass. I mean, you can’t see it but let me tell you, it looks magnificent. The kinda ass a man could dive right into.”

“Right, thanks,” you face him again with a sneer, “can I take this shit off?”

“You can hike up that skirt and give daddy a ride,” he sits back as he drags his hands up his pants and pulls his knees apart. The bulge beneath the white pants is all too obvious.

“This isn’t the dress, Lloyd. There are a dozen more–”

“I know it’s not, but you gotta fuck me in it at least once,” he picks at his fly.

You cringe and slowly bend to grab the skirt, pushing it back at the split as you get closer. He pulls his dick above his pants and strokes himself, reaching for your hip as he guides you into his lap. You get on your knees as you fight the leather around you and he rubs his tip against your entrance.

You sink down onto him and he trails his fingertips up your body. He covers your tits with his hands and squeezes, bucking below you as he groans.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t think I’m ready to share these,” he leans forward and buries his face in your cleavage, shaking his head with a lewd noise. He pulls back and tilts his head up to look at you, “I’m just fine with a formula baby.”

You push him against the couch and rock your hips. It’s the only way to shut him up. And you’ll gladly take a moment of peace before they’re gone for good.

[foreveratlas]

Find My Lost

There are thousands of little coffee shops just like this,

Nestled deep within the thousands of cities and towns that are just like mine.

Thousands of cute, quaint little parks, local book stores, and a brewery on every corner,

All done up and down in pseudo-originality yet eerily replicating some other source's design and heart.

Your favorite pizza place exists here, too, just like my favorite sushi bar can be found downtown there,

Every little novel concept is a facsimile of some unassuming creative concept.

So when I say, my time in this town is coming to a close,

That is not to say I wont find every comfort once more, nestled near wherever I call home next.

In fact, leaving to find a new sense of me, is more like I am leaving to regain something lost--

Because where it may not exist here, we know every city's heart beats the same,

Making my odds of finding myself all the more great than if I were to remain

Waiting for some conclusion to rain down upon me, negating all of the effort

I took in order to ensure that my story continues long after I am forgotten.

I'm ready to move on, to know peace, to know comfort.

Knoxville is hardly a place to sleep now

That nothing is keeping me tied to her.

[yenqa]

here with me

sypnosis : during your trip to go eat sushi, you not only find your new favorite song, but your new favorite person to listen to it with.

wc : 0.48k

warnings : hands on thigh (?), mentions of having a crisis (not in detail)

pairing : nonidol! jake x gn!reader

a/n : i actually saw a writing prompt for this on tiktok and i was like oh em gee i should write that :0 so here i am, also i really like how this turned out so i hope u do too 🫶

“come on! we’re almost done y/n!”

you groan as you place your hands back on the keyboard, trying to type the conclusion for you and jake’s presentation.

“can you read over this?” you ask him, turning the computer to face him.

his eyes scan the screen, searching for any errors or improvements.

“you should replace the last sentence with something else, it makes it sound like your repeating the whole thing,” he answers, returning back to his laptop.

“ugh- okay.” you give in, holding the backspace bar, retyping the sentence.

“is this better?” you turn your laptop again.

“hmm…” he carefully reads the last sentence before giving you a thumbs up, “sounds good to me!”

you had only came over to jake’s dorm an hour ago, yet you had already finished the project. suddenly a memory comes into your mind.

“wait you promised me sushi if we finish the project today!” you exclaim, shutting off your laptop and packing your bag.

he rolls his eyes, “okay fine i did, go get ready.”

“i did get ready!” you argue “let’s go!” you grab his arm, his hand sloppily grabs his keys as you two walk out the door, locking his dorm and turning to the elevator.

time skip

he opens the car door before you even get there, motioning his hand for you to get in.

“thank you,” your face turning a light pink. he just smiles at you, walking around the car to the driver's side of the car.

“are we going to the place near the mall?”

“yes! can i play music?”

“of course! here” he unlocks his phone, opening spotify, ”just play whatever you want.”

“do you have any songs you want jake?” you ask, as the beginning of here with me, by d4vd softly plays.

“no, it’s okay, you can play whatever you want.” you smile at him, turning to look outside the window.

the car stops, as he turns to look at you .

“hey you know what?” you whip your head around to look at him, one hand was on the steering wheel, but you didn’t notice the second one on your thigh, flustered as ever, you answer.

“what?”

“this song reminds me of you,”

“really?” your voice turns soft, as if you’ll scare jake away if you were any louder.

“yeah it does,” he smiles to himself, turning back to the road.

“oh.” you smile, placing your hand on his, “why so?”

“well, i enjoy your company a lot, and i think that the song reflects that well.” he grabs your hand, encasing it in his as he focuses on the road.

you on the other hand can’t focus on anything but him. you didn’t think you had any romantic feelings for him before, but here you were, having a crisis right next to your newly found crush.

“it can be our song then.” you blurt out, nothing coming to your mind at the moment.

his smile grows, “i like the sound of that.”

thank u sm for reading! i appreciate all notes and feedback :)). have a great day my loves!

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

[misshoneyimhome]

➼｡ﾟ Love Me Harder I William Nylander

[Pilot] [Chapter One]

Tropes & Warnings: William Nylander x ofc, fake relationship, no warnings (Language maybe?)

Author's note: So, I'm def excited to share the build-up to the main plot of this story with you – I hope the banter makes as much sense as it did in my head 😉 As always, I hope you enjoy it! 🌺

Word count: 5.1K

➼｡ﾟ

"And I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb. And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come"

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The Blue Bovine Steak and Sushi House exuded a tranquil ambiance on this quiet Thursday evening. The warm, soft lighting cast a serene glow over the polished wooden tables and sleek bar, creating an inviting atmosphere that enveloped the few remaining guests. Samantha, tending the bar, found herself with a rare lull in the evening's activities — the only discernible sounds emanated from a semi-private dining area where a group lingered over their late dinner. Their voices provided a backdrop of contentment, blending with the gentle clinking of cutlery and occasional bursts of laughter that filled the cosy space.

At the bar, Sofie sat perched on a stool, keeping Samantha company as the restaurant slowly approached its closing hours. It was nearing 10:30 pm, and most of the guests had already departed, leaving only a few occupied tables scattered across the dining area. And this pleasant lull allowed Samantha and Sofie a moment to converse uninterrupted.

"Holy fuck! I can’t believe Anthony’s pulling that shit on you," Samantha leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed and her voice edged with irritation.

Sofie sighed, swirling the remnants of her white wine in its glass. "I know… I mean, there’s really no reason for it. We’ve been broken up for what? Over a year now…"

"That piece of shit," Samantha muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "I mean, after everything he's already put you through?"

Sofie nodded slowly, her expression a blend of resignation and frustration. "Yeah, well, when you’re a cunt, might as well be a cunt through and through, right?"

Reaching out she squeezed Sofie’s hand. "You deserve so much better, you know that, right? Don't let him mess with your head like this."

Samantha Denise Adams was the epitome of a best friend to anyone navigating turbulent waters. Her outgoing nature made forming connections effortless, and her honesty and vibrant personality often elicited strong reactions from others - either adoration or envy. And when Sofie moved out from Anthony’s place a year ago, Samantha's welcoming embrace and spare bedroom became her sanctuary.

A soft smile graced Sofie’s lips as she set her glass down with a gentle clink, meeting Samantha’s gaze with gratitude. "I know… It just… took me by surprise, you know?"

Samantha nodded empathetically, her expression softening. "Well, fuck him."

The two friends shared a laugh, Sofie nodding in agreement. However, their moment was interrupted by sudden loud cheers and boisterous shouting from the back, grabbing their attention. The noise cut through the otherwise serene atmosphere, injecting a burst of energy into the restaurant.

“Wow, sounds like they’re having a good time,” Sofie remarked, a smile spreading across her face as she turned slightly on her stool to glimpse the source of the commotion.

“Yeah, it’s Mitch Marner and some of his hockey teammates,” Samantha explained with a grin. She leaned back against the bar again, her posture relaxed yet attentive. “One of the perks of running a classy place like this, I guess.”

“Hmm, I suppose so. Who knew that much testosterone and cockiness could fit in one room?” Sofie chuckled knowingly, prompting Samantha to burst into laughter and playfully roll her eyes.

“You still have a thing against hockey players, eh?” Samantha teased.

Sofie chuckled and raised her hands slightly in mock defence, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. “What, no. I mean, it’s not like I dislike them…”

“But?” Samantha prodded, crossing her arms.

Sofie sighed lightly. “But… Nick has always been pretty clear about how his hockey buddies behave. And unfortunately, despite being eye candy, most of them have proven him right.”

Samantha grinned mischievously, the dim lighting casting a playful gleam in her eyes as she leaned closer to Sofie across the bar counter.

“Nick’s your brother, Sof. Of course he’d say anything to keep you away from his hotshot teammates and friends,” she teased, earning a chuckle from Sofie.

“Hmm, you’ve got a point there. But it’s not like you’re the greatest fan either, I mean let’s not forget about your ex… he was a piece of shit as well.”

Samantha’s playful demeanour softened slightly at the mention of her ex. She sighed and shook her head ruefully, her expression tinged with both annoyance and resignation. “Yeah, guess you’re right about that.”

The noise from the hockey players swelled briefly, punctuated by laughter and the clinking of glasses, before settling back into a comfortable background murmur. Samantha glanced over her shoulder towards the group, a fond smile crossing her lips.

“But you know,” she then began, turning back to Sofie with a thoughtful look, “sometimes they surprise you. Underneath all that boyish charm and competitiveness, some of them are actually pretty decent guys.”

Sofie arched an eyebrow dubiously, a smirk playing on her lips. "Decent, perhaps. But trustworthy?" She paused, her gaze narrowing slightly. "I've seen enough to know better."

"Fair point,” Samantha nodded. “But hey, Mitch Marner isn’t too bad. He’s actually a kinda cool off the ice."

Sofie’s smirk softened into an amused smile. "I’ll take your word for it." She glanced at her watch, noticing the late hour. "Speaking of nothing, looks like it’s closing time soon. Think they’ll finish up anytime soon?"

Samantha shrugged casually. "Probably not. You know how these guys are when they gather."

"Well, at least they keep things lively around here," Sofie remarked, taking another sip of her wine.

Samantha chuckled softly. “That’s for sure. And speaking of lively, I think I’ve got just the thing to perk you up after dealing with Anthony’s shittyness today.” She disappeared briefly behind the bar, returning with a small, beautifully crafted shot glass.

“What’s this?” Sofie asked, curiosity piqued as Samantha placed the drink in front of her.

“Trust me, you’re going to love it,” she replied with a wink, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. “Consider it a special treat from your favourite bartender.”

Sofie simply smiled, raising the glass in a toast. “Alright, Sam. Here’s to surviving exes.”

“To surviving them,” Samantha echoed with a grin, clinking her own glass against Sofie’s before both women downed their shot.

And as the two continued chatting and laughing, one of the hockey players from the group suddenly strolled up to the bar, his confidence evident in the smooth rhythm of his steps. Approaching the bar, he positioned himself next to Sofie, casually leaning on the counter - a subtle display of his muscular physique beneath the high-end yet casual attire that effortlessly complemented the upscale atmosphere of the Blue Bovine.

Samantha, always the consummate professional, greeted him with a warm smile. "Hi there, what can I get for you?"

"Could we get four more beers and some water?" His voice carried a hint of familiarity, his eyes briefly flickering to Sofie before returning to Samantha.

"Absolutely," Samantha replied warmly, already reaching for the tap.

Meanwhile, Sofie finished the last drops of her wine and caught a glimpse of the man's familiar face in the mirrored bar backdrop. She turned her head, meeting his confident grin head-on, her eyes narrowing slightly in recognition.

He was unmistakable - the slight wave in his semi-slicked back blonde hair, his tall and broad figure exuding an air of quiet authority, and, of course, that familiar smirk that hinted at both mischief and confidence. It was none other than William Nylander.

And immediately, he recognised her too. How could he not? Her long, styled blonde hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, framing her piercing blue eyes and soft pink lips. Her makeup was subtle, and her outfit blended casual with a touch of professionalism.

"Oh, it’s you," he remarked with a grin, turning his head.

Turning hers to meet his gaze, Sofie replied coolly, "Good eyes you’ve got there, huh.”

"I knew you were stalking us," William teased playfully, leaning in slightly closer.

"What? No way… I’m just here, chatting with my friend," Sofie retorted smoothly, unruffled by his playful banter.

William raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smirk. "Is that so?"

"Yes, that is so," Sofie affirmed, her voice steady as she maintained eye contact with him.

Curiosity then piqued and Samantha couldn’t help but interject, “Do you two know each other?”

“No,” both Sofie and William replied simultaneously.

“We just bumped into each other one evening by the hotel - I believe I’ve mentioned it,” Sofie explained to Samantha, subtly emphasising the word ‘bump’ which earned a knowing smirk from the hockey player.

“Yeah, it was quite the bump,” he added with a grin, mischief dancing in his eyes, as they each had their own versions of the encounter.

"Ah, got it," Samantha nodded, recalling Sofie's mention of an encounter yet without specifics. But then as she poured the first pint of beer, she noticed it was starting to run low. "I’m sorry, but I need to quickly head to the back and change the keg."

Sofie glanced at Samantha curiously. “Didn’t Jerry just do that an hour ago?”

"Uhm, nope, don’t think so," Samantha quipped swiftly before darting off, leaving the two strangers momentarily alone.

Sofie and William exchanged a brief glance, silently acknowledging their unexpected second encounter. But then Sofie let out a light sigh, absentmindedly toying with the stem of her wine glass as she spoke softly yet firmly. “You know, I’m sure Sam will bring you the drinks, so you don’t have to stand here and wait.”

William chuckled softly, “I don’t mind waiting. Need a break from the guys anyway.”

“Right…”

Yet, as William continued laughing softly, curiosity flickered in Sofie's eyes. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just didn’t realise you were this afraid to be alone with me,” he teased.

“Well, maybe I’m just afraid you’ll bump into me again,” she retorted sharply, her tone holding a hint of lingering annoyance.

William's expression tightened slightly. “Don’t worry. You're not blocking a door. Besides, I didn't push that hard,” he said firmly.

Sofie let out a huff. “Sure you didn’t.” 

There was another brief pause, but then she decided to speak again, her voice softer yet tinged with hesitance. “I am… sorry though…,” she added, looking down at the glass in her hand. “I’m usually not like that. I just… I needed to step away from the engagement party, get some air - and I guess I just wasn’t paying attention.”

William couldn’t help but flash a satisfied smirk at her apology. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?” he said. “To say you're sorry.”

“I suppose not,” Sofie chuckled, unimpressed. “But at least I meant it. Not like your half-hearted apology; but I guess that's all one can expect from a Starboy like William Nylander.”

William frowned slightly. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I do,” Sofie chuckled lightly, again rather unimpressed. “I haven’t been living under a rock.”

“Well, I thought maybe you didn’t, considering how rude you were to me,” William pointed out, before adding, “Or maybe you were just pretending not to recognise me just to impress me.”

Sofie raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “And why the fuck would I pretend not to recognise you just to impress you? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Oh, you'd be surprised what girls would do just to get my attention,” William grinned confidently, prompting Sofie to roll her eyes.

“You certainly do have confidence, Starboy.”

“Maybe. But at least I have a reason to,” he responded simply, his grin widening slightly, which earned another chuckle and eye roll from Sofie.

However, interrupting their casual banter, Samantha then returned with a satisfied smile, having successfully changed the keg. "There we go, all done. Now, four beers?" she confirmed.

And as she poured the last pint, Mitch Marner suddenly approached the bar as well. "Hey man, what’s taking so long?" he asked his teammate.

William shrugged with a grin. "Oh, just something about changing the keg," he replied, earning a nod from Samantha as he picked up two of the beers and the water.

"Alright, well let’s head back then," Mitch said with a wide smile, grabbing the last two beers before leading the way back to their group.

And as the hockey players walked away, Samantha glanced at Sofie with a raised eyebrow. "Well, that was interesting," she remarked with a hint of mischief.

Sofie looked genuinely puzzled. "What was interesting?" she inquired, tilting her head curiously.

"Uh, just you and William Nylander?"

Sofie rolled her eyes unbothered. "What about me and William Nylander? Come on, he’s just as overly confident and obnoxious as the rest of them."

But Samantha just chuckled knowingly. "Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be one hell of a fuck."

"Yeah, I’m sure he is," Sofie replied dryly, her tone tinged with amusement, "but I’ll let the rest of the girls of Toronto be the judge of that. Or boys… or whatever.”

Samantha laughed, shaking her head as she returned to her duties behind the bar. The two girls then continued to chat for a little longer, agreeing that Sofie could just wait back home since Samantha didn’t know when she’d get out of there. So, before heading out Sofie then excused herself to use the restroom. And to her great amusement, as she stepped into the small hallway, there stood William, busy fixing his blonde locks in front of the mirror.

"Careful there, Starboy. Cracking the mirror gives you seven years of bad luck," she teased as she walked by him.

William smirked at his reflection. "Maybe I’m willing to take that risk," he replied, his tone laced with playful defiance. Yet, a subtle smile played on his lips. As much as he hated to admit it, there was something intriguing about this girl. Perhaps it was the way she challenged him, a refreshing change from the attention-seeking behaviour he was accustomed to. Or maybe he just found her genuinely amusing.

"Oh really? Seven years of bad luck just for a perfect hair day?" Sofie countered, raising an eyebrow.

"Life's too short for superstitions," William shrugged casually. “Besides, I’ve always got good hair.”

"And here I thought all hockey lads were superstitious. But I suppose you're not like the rest of them, are you, William Nylander," Sofie remarked sarcastically, playfully accentuating his name with a hint of Swedish intonation.

William chuckled again. "And you're not like most girls I meet."

"Is that meant to be a compliment?" Sofie tilted her head, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, earning a wink from William.

"Take it however you like," he replied simply, his smile widening as he started to walk away.

Sofie let out a small laugh. "Well, thanks... I think."

As she entered the women's restroom and closed the door behind her, Sofie couldn't help but ponder the encounter. There was something about William that was undeniably intriguing, despite his self-assuredness. Sure, he was good looking and she knew he was a good planter too. However, shaking her head, she quickly brushed it off, reminding herself that he was just another obnoxious hockey player.

And as the swede rejoined his teammates who were gradually preparing to depart, a thought suddenly crossed his mind; Could Sofie be a potential candidate for his plan? Firstly, she didn't seem particularly interested in him, which was crucial. Secondly, he wasn't particularly interested in her either. And thirdly, she didn't appear to crave attention from hockey players, unlike many others in his life.

While William pondered this idea, Sofie returned from the restroom and exchanged final words with Samantha, who was just finishing her shift. And with a smile and “you’re welcome” for being her company, Sofie headed out, leaving Samantha to close up the bar.

However, just as Samantha completed the last tasks - cleaning the soda machine, drink mixers, and washing the final load of glasses - she turned around to find William standing there, suddenly grinning at her.

"Oh, hey there, William. What can I do for you?" She asked politely, aware that hospitality extended to close friends and teammates of Mitch's even after closing time.

William paused, considering how to approach the topic before speaking. "So, that friend of yours," he began, leaning casually on the bar counter. "She single?"

Samantha was slightly surprised but couldn't suppress a smile. "Sofie? Yeah, maybe. Depends on your intentions," she replied, curious about where the Swedish forward was going with this.

There was a brief silence as Samantha finished closing up the bar and William just stood there, deep in thought. And sensing the awkwardness, Samantha decided to break the silence. "So... did you need anything?"

William shook his head slightly. "Huh? Um, no... not really," he cleared his throat. "I just thought your friend was... interesting."

Raising an eyebrow, Samantha looked at the hockey player with curiosity, meeting his gaze. "Oh, she's definitely interesting. Just... maybe not for you." 

Her protective instincts surfaced. While part of her was intrigued by the idea of playing wingwoman, she also restrained herself to avoid overstepping any boundaries she knew her roommate might have.

"Hmm," William replied with a chuckle. "Maybe I could... persuade her," he added playfully, prompting Samantha to chuckle lightly.

"Yeah? Good luck with that," she said, her tone sceptical.

But William only took it as a challenge. "Maybe it’s worth a shot."

There was another pause, and Samantha pressed her lips together, considering her next move, before she finally decided to take a small risk. "You know, she'd probably kill me if I ever gave her number to a stranger, but... if I were to show you a photo from her Instagram and you happened to notice her name, you could do whatever you'd like with that information."

William chuckled again, nodding as he found the idea smooth and harmless. "Guess so."

Samantha then took out her phone, finding a photo she thought William might appreciate. 

"Maybe you see something you like," she said softly. "I mean, she's not like Amy over there," she chuckled, nodding towards a tall, slim brunette with heavy makeup and long, thick false lashes. She was a waitress there, someone she knew some of the hockey players had spent private time with.

But William just nodded, biting his lower lip. "Oh, definitely. I've seen what I need to see." 

And with a final chuckle, the hockey player left the restaurant with the others.

As Samantha headed home from work, she felt a small pang of guilt. She knew Sofie wasn't particularly interested in dating at the moment, especially not a hockey player. However, she did like Mitch Marner whenever he was around. So, she reasoned that whoever he decided to spend time with must at least be as friendly as him. So, as she walked towards the metro station, she convinced herself that her actions as a wingwoman were justified.

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Friday, October 11th

"Oh, she's perfect, bro!" Alex chuckled from his perch on a high stool by the kitchen counter, watching as William rummaged through the fridge, searching for something to eat before heading out for training. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the sleek countertops.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure," William replied thoughtfully, grabbing a carton of almond milk and a tub of protein powder from the pantry as he started making his protein shake.

"Why not? She's fit, not some crazy fangirl, and definitely not one of those waitresses at Mitchy's restaurant you’ve hooked up with too many times," Alex pointed out, grinning as he placed William’s phone on the counter.

William had shown him Sofie’s Instagram profile; a woman who seemed genuinely indifferent to the fact that he was an NHL player. Which, according to Alex, made her perfect for their plan.

But William sighed, shaking his head slightly as he poured the protein powder into the blender, adding a handful of fresh berries. "Yeah, but I’m not sure if she’s really what I’m looking for. She’s kind of… annoying."

Alex's laughter filled the kitchen. "Come on, man, you’re overthinking it. She’s cool, grounded, and not desperate for attention like the others. If you don’t make a move, I will!"

William paused, considering Alex’s words as he pressed the button on the blender. "Hmm, I guess she did seem kinda cool," he admitted, thinking back to Sofie's sharp wit and how she didn’t act starstruck around him.

"Exactly," Alex encouraged, taking a sip from his pre-workout drink. "Just give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen?"

William took a sip of his protein shake. "Alright, I’ll think about it," he said finally. "But I’m not making any promises."

"Fair enough," Alex replied with a grin. "But trust me, you won’t regret it."

Glancing at the clock, William realised it was time to head out for training. So, he quickly finished his shake, grabbed his gym bag, and made his way to the door. As he rode the lift down to the car park, thoughts of Sofie lingered in his mind. Maybe Alex was right. Perhaps she was worth taking a chance on.

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Sunday, October 13th - WSH 2 @ TOR 3

It was a vibrant autumn evening at Scotiabank Arena, where the Toronto Maple Leafs faced off against the Washington Capitals in their much-anticipated home opener of the season. Samantha and Sofie, nestled among a sea of fans donning the iconic blue and white jerseys, soaked in the electric atmosphere from their prime seats—a birthday gift from Samantha to Sofie for her 29th birthday in early September.

As the puck dropped, the arena buzzed with excitement, sparking a rapid exchange of plays between the two powerhouse teams. From the very first period, the game was nothing short of gripping, with both sides showcasing their offensive prowess through relentless attacks and sharp defensive manoeuvres. The crowd erupted with every shot on goal, each save by the goalkeepers, and every breakaway attempt, fuelling the players on the ice with unwavering support.

And as the game unfolded, goals were traded between the Leafs and the Capitals, each score met with either raucous cheers or disappointed groans, depending on which team benefited. The Capitals, known for their aggressive style, tested the Leafs' defence to its limits, while Toronto's talented forwards seized scoring chances with finesse.

Yet, in the third period, with the score tied, the Leafs cranked up their offensive pressure. The crowd reached a fever pitch as Toronto broke the deadlock with a decisive goal, sending the arena into a frenzy of cheers and applause. Despite the Capitals' best efforts to equalise in the closing minutes, Toronto's defence held firm, securing a hard-fought 3-2 victory.

As the final buzzer reverberated through the arena, signalling the end of an exhilarating match, Samantha and Sofie joined the crowds streaming towards the metro station, still buzzing with excitement from an incredible first home game of the season.

Meanwhile, near the Leafs' locker room, William was still riding the high of adrenaline, replaying the key moments of the game in his mind. Despite the intensity of the match, he managed to find a few moments to catch up with his best friend, Rasmus Sandin, who now played for the Capitals.

And after such a performance, William had a post-game routine that included cooling off and some rehabilitation, often with an ice bath. So now, sitting alone in the empty locker room with only a towel around his waist, he reached for his phone. And with a quick swipe, he opened Instagram, ready to unwind and catch up on social media after the intense match.

Yet, as he scrolled through his feed, a thought struck him. Though not usually one to snoop, he couldn’t resist checking Sofie's profile, and to his surprise, she had posted a story. Giving in to his curiosity, William tapped on the colourful circular icon and watched the video unfold. Where he then saw Sofie, seated in the stands next to Samantha, surrounded by cheering fans, clearly enjoying the game.

A grin spread across William’s face. The idea that Sofie had been at the game amused him more than he expected. And as he continued to watch her story, taking in the snippets of the match she had captured and the infectious energy of the crowd, he noticed something peculiar—her jersey number was 31. 

William’s grin widened. “So she’s a Freddie fan,” he thought, recognising the number as that of former Leafs goalie Frederik Andersen. It was a small detail, but somehow it added to the intrigue he felt towards her. Shaking his head in amusement, he put his phone away, the image of Sofie at the game lingering in his mind as he headed off to the ice bath.

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Later that evening, after a peaceful walk with his beloved dogs, William returned to his condo, where the soft, ambient light of the lamps cast a warm glow over the living room. He sank into the comfort of his couch, the events of the day still buzzing in his mind, yet his quiet moment was interrupted by a message notification from his brother.

Alex: Great game tonight, bro! How’s the love game coming along? 😉

William sighed and typed back.

William: Nothing’s happened yet 🤷🏼‍♂️ Alex: What? Why not? William: Just didn’t know what to say, I guess. Alex: Oh come on, bro! Just slide into her DMs 😉 William: Alright, chill bro 🧘🏼

With his brother's words echoing in his mind, William opened Instagram once more and navigated to Sofie's profile. And as he scrolled through her posts, a smile played on his lips, as he then tapped the message icon and typed out a quick message.

williamnylander: Did you enjoy the game? 😉

With that, he sent the message, leaning back into the couch, a mix of anticipation and curiosity swirling within him.

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Across the city, Samantha and Sofie were chatting on either side of the kitchen counter in their small shared apartment, where Sofie was whipping up some late-night pancakes when her phone suddenly buzzed with a notification.

"What the fuck," she exclaimed in surprise.

"What's up?" Samantha asked, leaning over the counter, intrigued.

Sofie stared at her phone, stunned. "William Nylander just messaged me on Insta…"

"No way! What does it say?"

"He’s asking if I enjoyed the game tonight," Sofie explained, her voice tinged with disbelief. "How did he even know I was there? Did he see my story or something... wait, how the fuck did he find my account?"

Samantha tried to conceal any signs of prior knowledge, but Sofie quickly picked up on her roommate's subtle cues.

"Did he... say something the other night at the restaurant?" Sofie asked, her curiosity piqued, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at Samantha. "After I left."

"Oh... um..." Samantha hesitated, trying to find the right words.

"Oh my god, he did!" Sofie exclaimed. "What did he say?"

"Nothing, really!" Samantha protested. "I mean... okay, he asked if you were single... and then," she paused, gathering her thoughts.

"And then what?"

"Well, I told him you were single, but I also mentioned that you probably weren't his type... so he shouldn't bother trying anything," Samantha confessed, exhaling deeply.

Sofie was momentarily speechless. "Oh, okay. But how did he find my Instagram then?"

Samantha let out a defeated sigh, realising she couldn’t avoid the truth. "I might have... possibly, maybe, shown him a picture where he could have seen your name..."

"Sam!"

"What? I didn't think he'd actually message you! I was just... I don't know, trying to help?"

Sofie sighed again. "Hmm... Well, he did message me. So now what do I do?"

"Well, you reply, of course," Samantha suggested with a chuckle.

"No, I mean... what should I reply?"

"I don’t know, maybe say you had the most amazing time ever?" she teased.

Sofie considered the suggestion for a moment but decided on a different approach. carefully composing her response, her fingers hovered over the screen.

bochy.lacour: Oh wow, so who's stalking who now! 😂

Letting out a sigh, Sofie flipped the last pancake as she waited for a response. Yet, William's reply came quicker than expected.

williamnylander: You, of course! You came to see me tonight 😉

With Samantha’s curious eyes on her, snacking on a pancake, Sofie replied simply.

bochy.lacour: Oh, right I went to the match just to see you 🙄 williamnylander: Hah, knew it! bochy.lacour: 🙄🙄🙄

Once again, Sofie let out a sigh.

"What's up? What's on your mind?" Samantha asked, grinning widely.

"It's just weird, isn't it?"

"Well, if you're unsure, just ask him what he wants. Be bold, Sof," Samantha said confidently, taking another bite.

bochy.lacour: Did you seriously message me just to say you're stalking me now? williamnylander: maybe 😉 and to ask you out for coffee

Sofie nearly choked on her pancake when she read his message.

"What? What's happening now?" Samantha asked quickly, stepping around the kitchen counter to peer over Sofie's shoulder. "Oh my goodness!"

Sofie gasped nervously. "What the fuck is wrong with this guy?"

bochy.lacour: What? Why? williamnylander: 😂  williamnylander: as an apology for bumping into you with the door 😉

Sofie sighed again as she glanced at Samantha, who was clearly enjoying this more than she was.

"What? Don't you trust him?" Samantha teased.

"Well, I don't know... should I?"

But Samantha, in a playful mood, simply snatched the phone from Sofie’s hand. "Of course! Let’s do it, it’ll be fun for you," she giggled, returning to her seat across from Sofie and responding on her behalf.

bochy.lacour: Alright then 🙂 when and where?

William, surprised that Sofie had agreed so quickly, smirked as he thought about his schedule for the next few days.

williamnylander: Tomorrow at 9? bochy.lacour: I’m at work at 9 - how about 7? Or 6:30? williamnylander: That's early! 😅 bochy.lacour: Well, sorry Starboy, but some of us have regular work schedules 🙄

William chuckled at the nickname, deciding he liked it even if she was being sarcastic. Glancing over at his beloved doodles lounging beside him and after a moment’s thought, he realised he’d need to take his dogs out early anyway.

williamnylander: Alright then 7. I’ll send you the location of a spot I know 😉 bochy.lacour: Sure 🙂

Sofie turned to Samantha with a resigned expression as she retrieved her phone. "I can’t believe you just did that."

"What? You mean helping you score a date with hockey starboy William Nylander? Come on, give me some credit for being a wingwoman!"

Sofie couldn’t help but smile slightly, though she rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, you get the credit—but just so you know, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind."

"Of course it was, babe—seriously, if this was primary school, you two would be running around and he’d be pulling on your pigtails," Samantha said playfully before adding, "besides, maybe this is good for you—getting out there and not thinking about Shitface and his stupid wedding."

And Sofie could only agree to that sentiment. So, nodding slightly, she took another bite of her late-night snack. "Maybe you're right... but still, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it’s just coffee, and it’s still super weird."

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

what would Dames reaction be to gf getting nervous under his stare?

You sat across from him at Perch Rooftop bar in LA. It’s the night time, and the embers of the fire in the pit between you two caused your skin to glow orange. It’s a chill vibe, lots of young people mingling and drinking. You introduced Damion to sushi for the first time and he enjoyed it. One of many things scratched off of his list to try since getting out of prison. Dame wore a charcoal gray beanie with a crisp white T-shirt, denim jacket, and khaki cargo joggers with air force 1s on his feet. A single gold chain decorated his neck and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, not even when the waiter came over to ask if you needed anything else.

You crossed your legs and noticed your dress had ridden up. You reached to fix it but Dame’s hand beat you to it. You tuck your chin bashfully and thank him. Looking up at him through your lashes, you smirk at how openly he admired you. He sat back with one arm draped over the back of the lounge seat across from you and his legs swinging back and forth. His lips were pouty, full, and moist like you loved and his hands were big and strong. You’d only seen him shirtless on TV and you desperately needed to see it in person. He was damn near bursting out of that denim jacket.

“You look nervous, everything okay?” Dame asked with concern.

“I’m good,” You smile, “You just…keep staring at me.”

You uncross your legs and place your hands in your lap. You look away from his penetrating stare to the bar.

“Why not?” He questioned appearing genuinely curious.

“It’s intense, that’s all.”

Dame cocked his head to the side and chuckles.

“What you expect me to do?”

You meet his eyes again. He isn’t letting up.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on.”

His voice and the way he said that made you melt. You adjust yourself in your seat and fight the urge to blush under his gaze. He’s not supposed to see you sweat.

“And I want you to know that. I don’t care about this shit around me, I just wanna look at you all night.”

Your eyes lower to your feet. This is a challenge you are failing miserably.

“Ma? Baby girl?”

You look up again.

“You ain’t gotta be nervous wit’ me, baby.”

“Okay,” you replied with a soft spoken voice.

“Why I make you nervous?”

You shift your hips, “the way you carry yourself.”

“That intimidate you?” Dame questions with an arched brow.

“A little,” you inspect your nails to avoid looking at him, “But thats a good thing…means I like you.”

Dame smiles wide. He finally looks away and out at the city, giving you some room to finally breathe.

“Glad I’m doing sum’ right,” Dame scratches his stubble, “because I really really like you too. I mean that.”

You finally allow him to see you blush and he’s back to staring at you like you’re heaven sent.

[ch1-kasak0]

CUP HEAD HEAD CANONS GRRRR

A hahaha this isn't very child friendly :3 18+🔥🔥🔥

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Cup 100% spent way too much time staying up all night looking at the stars, has been punished multiple times by hat for staying up and not being awake for training :3

Cups fav dates would be staying up and stargazing or spending time walking through forests and around lakes and skimming rocks or playing with the animals at shelters

Always carries various animal treats and toys

Had a favourite pencil and would get emotional when it was taken off of him as a kid

Ambidextrous

Has tried to stack things on his dick, it worked but some almost got stuck and he panicked so much he cried

Considering bendys kick to his crotch he's probably not gonna have kids for awhile.. Or ever bendy has a really strong kick . _.

Likes driving near mountains so he can admire the scenery

Absolutely dispises people who leave their lights on for no reason at night (light pollution)

Is probably a tits man, likes laying on ur chest, man or woman since he likes listening to ur heartbeat, occasionally squeezes ur titties/chest for a giggle, makes a honk sound when he does and dies laughing everytime

Went to Scotland once and some dickhead asked him if he knew Swahili (it's a saying) and he learned Swahili just to spite the guy

Strangely likes the taste of cum... ( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)

Can run through trees ninja style

Drives like a dad

Bendy sometimes likes to just hug cup for the warmth #walking heater

Is really good at massages, got a tense spot? Go to cup and it'll be gone, might even get a hug as well

REALLY likes Eskimo kisses, he loves them sm

Yells train everytime he sees one, no matter who hears him

Has tried to lick one of the pea shooters before, nearly burned his tongue off and it's still kinda scarred around his mouth n shit, couldn't eat for like a month or 2 after (this was when he first got the bullets btw)

Really scarred and veiny hands, yum

Has probably been attacked by a succubus before

Sleeps like a "paint me like one of your French girls" when he isn't hugging smth

Prefers sweet n salty popcorn over just sweet or just salty

Likes looking out of the window when on car rides

Jonathan Sims core

Really likes sushi

"Gimme a hug :("

":3"

Jewelry.

Tried to read Wilsons journal once, no thanks.

You gotta be his fav person under mugs if he can trust u to protect him while he sleeps

Has weird hobbies and interests, he could rant about cannibalism for hours and if you trust him he'd ask if you can help him w bondage stuff (just, helping him tie u up or u tying him up) he's fascinated by bondage,

Can sleep upside down

Hates summer and winter, only likes autumn and spring

used to sound like will Stetson before he started smoking, so lowkey a TINY bit why he did, he thought he didnt sound threatening:P

Unironically moans a little when he's out of breath, no one has told him yet bc regardless of how lewd it is he just has a nice voice, his vocal cords are very moanable it's amazing

Also moans a lot when he sings, dunno why, no one has tried to stop him

gynecomastia (man boobs)

One time broke into a bar, drank most of the bars whiskey and then gave himself a concussion by falling into a pool table

Doesnt like tofu for whatever reason

Can easily fall asleep in a car if he's comfortable but doesn't bc he's not

Cannot sit still

Cannot stand still

Cannot lie still

Dispises people who talk when they eat

Gets sick when he sees chewed up food in people's mouths

Really wants a pet vulture idk

Tried to drink out of his straw, thought nothing of it, then asked dementia to try... It was weird.. It felt weird.. He didn't like it

Has really tense shoulders and back, physically incapable of massaging himself but can do it perfectly for others, it's a struggle

Likes rain, doesn't like getting wet

Will flood a bathroom if he uses a bath, cannot keep water in it for some reason

Likes cuddles, might have said this in another post but who gives af

Would 100% listen to MSI, Will wood and jhariah frfr trust

HIP DIPS. he has hip dips you can't change my mind/violin hips idk idgaf

Central heterochromia 100%

Used to hum the same song as demi did to help mugs sleep when they were younger, now does it for dying animals he finds and can't help save

If it was acceptable, would wear sleeveless turtle necks n shit like that trust (would make it easier to touch his boobs as well frfr)

Is the type of boy best friend to carry tampons n shit just incase one of his bsfs get her period #slay

[pillow-anime-talk]

17. “The princess shouldn’t wait, you know?” with Iori Suiseki from paradox live please?

# tags: scenario; current relationship; light romance; fluff; couple goals; soft!iori; adult!reader; mention of working in a restaurant; kisses; pet names; sfw

includes: female reader ft. iori suiseki {paradox live; akanyatsura}

author’s note: ooo! thank you!

17. “The princess shouldn’t wait, you know?”

It was definitely one of the warmest and at the same time one of the windiest days of August this year. You just finished your morning shift at the restaurant – you were working as a waitress in one of the smaller but very popular sushi bars in the city center. You liked your job, and your co-workers and bosses were really great people; they were helpful, the atmosphere between you was very family and the whole team was so well-coordinated that you often met privately, e.g. as part of one of your birthdays or even during the wedding of another waitress working with you on shift.

However, you were not currently near your workplace, quite the opposite. You took the subway a little bit of the city to get to the club that your partner, Iori, owned. It was lunch time and you wanted to take your loved one for a quick meal and then go home and fulfill your duties, e.g. cleaning the bathroom and kitchen, and then preparing supper for the two of you (you’ve been living together for almost a year and it was a really good decision that strengthened your relationship and love a lot). Iori will certainly stay after hours at his job, which is why a late dinner together was your daily must-have.

The wind started to blow a little stronger. You almost wished you’d brought a thin sweater or a lightweight hoodie today to numb the visible shivers down your both arms.

So you quickly took out your phone with a colorful case on it, searching for your boyfriend’s number with his nickname and a cute red heart emoji.

you; do you want to go to dinner with me? i'd love to eat korean bbq and tofu ramen...

You waited impatiently for a message from your boyfriend, but instead the dark-haired called you. You quickly answered the call, greeting him in a light tone of voice.

“... Honey, you should have texted me earlier that you were coming. I’ll try to be there as soon as possible, because I’m not at work at the moment. I went with the managers to one of the advertising companies... I’ll be there in less than half an hour, okay?” His voice was worried and a bit sad. He didn’t like to let you down, but lets be honest, it wasn’t his fault. You knew that and you didn’t blame him.

But still, you enjoyed teasing him.

“The princess shouldn’t wait, you know?” You said in a serious tone, holding back a laugh. You barely made it.

“But... baby...”

“Just kidding, Iori. I’ll wait for you at the pub and order us some food. Everything will be ready when you arrive. Sounds good? Don’t worry about it, really, it’s my fault that I didn’t tell you about my plans.”

“I should have written that I was going on business.” He admitted. “Zen should be in the building. Find him and ask him to drive you to this restaurant. You won’t be waiting for the bus... It looks like it’s going to rain soon. I don’t want you to get sick, my love.”

A slight smile appeared on your lips.

Korean BBQ is one thing and you really want some fried noodles, mushrooms and sweet corn, but the love your dearest partner gave you was definitely worth the wait and even better than a hot meal accompanied by music, the smell of tons of sweets and cool soda.

[girlsdads]

i get takeout sushi so often that the girl at the sushi bar near my house didnt even ask for my phone number she just looked at me and went to grab my order 🤡