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watched a yhara zayd review of saltburn and... wow that sounds like a very boring film, ngl
#sometimes handsome actors or beautiful actresses really can't do anything to a film#compared that to my experience yesterday#when i saw a tweet of two bloodied men holding onto each other#and the tweet only say 'draw your toxic ship like this'#really intrigued me because i wanna know how actually toxic they are#to my surprise... THEY AREN'T TOXIC AT ALL literally one of the good things that happened in the movie#compared that to the deaths and violence that happened#their relationship to each other is actually pretty refreshing and sweet#and that movie actually got pretty low rating too lol but i personally really like how gonin turn the yakuza#narrative of just pure exaggerated violence#into an emotional study of deaths and how the criminal underworld is something very difficult to escape from#how most of the time people who get involved in that kind of stuff will just... die#without anyone knowing or caring about who they are#it's very tragic but also just... honest#i love that movie#tmi tag
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Cross My Heart | KMG
Pairing: Mingyu x GNReader (afab)
Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, friends to lovers (?), non-idol!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: pussy drunk mingyu, late night texting, biting/marking, fingering, lots of flirting, lots of teasing, grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, cunnilingus, face sitting, come eating, hand job, mingyu's a messy boy, OC is needy and mingyu loves it, mingyu has maybe the tiniest bit of a praise kink, use of pet names - pretty, mingyu requests death by pussy
Word Count: 5.2k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own SVT - they just inspire me
Summary: Your crush Mingyu wants (to eat) you.
Text Prompt: You: I canât stand you Mingyu: Then sit on my face
A/N: Hiiiii I'm writing for svt now and I'm starting with Mingyu because he's driving me insane. This is actually the first in a planned series of 13 svt fics based on text prompts. I'm fully in my self-indulgent era, so this is for everyone who, like me, needs some munch 'Gyu right about now đ
Unbeta'd as usual. If you like this and want more svt fics from me, please let me know! I'd love to hear what you think (but please be kind I'm fragile đĽş) đ
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Itâs finally here. After months of planning, you and your friends have flown halfway around the world for a week of vacation. The six of you arrived just a few hours ago, and after the long flight, the long wait at the airport for your luggage, and the long drive to the hotel, youâre exhausted.Â
Well, mentally youâre worn out, at least. Your body? Is still on your old timezone, where itâs currently tomorrow morning. So it thinks that you need to be awake, even though itâs night where you are. You had stayed awake the entire flight here in order to avoid this very problem.Â
Fucking jet lag got you anyway.
Unlike you, Seungcheol and Vernon are having no issue sleeping. The three of you are sharing one room, while Minghao, Wonwoo, and Mingyu are sharing another. You glance over at the two lumps tucked in their beds, snoring away like you would be if your body wasnât so confused.
Because youâre trying to be a good friend and let them sleep, youâre lying on your bed, scrolling lazily through your various social media apps. You could watch something, but you donât really have the focus right now. Yet you want something pleasing to look at. Something to mindlessly enjoy while you wait for exhaustion to overwhelm you.Â
So, naturally, you turn to your favorite nightly pastime - scrolling through your social media apps, looking for any new posts from Mingyu.
Itâs an addiction, borne out of your raging crush on your friend. Well, really, heâs Minghaoâs friend, you donât know him as well as you do the others, but still. Youâre friendly enough around each other. Which is because Mingyu is so nice, such a sweet and funny guy who always makes you feel more than welcome whenever heâs around.Â
Heâs also a blatant flirt. At first, his cocky smiles and playful words made you think he might be interested in more than just being your friend, but it wasnât long before you realized heâs like that with everyone. So you tamped down the hope that burned in your chest, leaving only a simmering crush to smolder forever.
Itâs morning back home, where most of your friends have barely started their days, so your feed is fairly dead. There are a few photos from Wonwoo from the flight, including one of Minghao sleeping with his mouth open that you immediately save to your favorites, a couple from Vernon, and, of course, several from Mingyu. You tap into his page.
Mingyuâs an avid photographer, particularly of beautiful things - breathtaking landscapes, delicious meals, himself. Mostly himself, to be honest. Not that youâre complaining. Itâs maybe the most mutually beneficial relationship youâve ever been in. Mingyu loves to provide pictures of himself. You love to admire them. A win-win all around.Â
You tap back to home and refresh your feed. A new post appears, from Mingyu. The jet lag must be getting to him, too, if heâs awake and posting right now. The photo is another selfie, this time of him lying in bed, one arm resting behind his head, showing off a perfectly sculpted bicep. God. Could he be more gorgeous?Â
Clicking into his page again, you rub your thumb over the screen to make his photos flip by in an endless parade of hot Mingyus. Itâs ridiculous, you muse, watching picture after picture roll by, to think about how much time Mingyu must spend on these photos. Making sure heâs got the perfect lighting to bounce off his muscles just right in those gym selfies. Or figuring out the best angle to show off that sharp jawline of his. Just ridiculous. And yet, every second isnât spent in vain, considering how the photos drew you in like shiny trinkets to your magpie eye.Â
It would be so easy to think of Mingyu as a modern day Narcissus, endlessly snapping selfies, drowning in his own reflection on his phone. But heâs never struck you as conceited. Itâs something else - a desire for connection, perhaps. A need for-
A tiny heart floats up your screen and you gasp. Shit. You just liked the post the scroll stopped on - one of his many gym selfies, frame zoomed in on his torso, his hand clutching the bottom of his shirt to show off his rippling abs.
Your eye drifts to the date of the photo. Posted eight months ago.Â
Quick as lightning, you hit the screen again, shattering the little heart icon. Your pulse is beating too fast. Thereâs no need to panic. He couldnât have seen that. Maybe youâre overreacting, but no one needs to know youâre lurking in his profile in the middle of the night, especially not him.Â
A notification drops down over Mingyuâs face. A message.
Mingyu: Someoneâs up late.Â
Ah, damn. You were too slow. And now heâs in your DMs.Â
After taking a moment to shriek quietly into your pillow, you write back.Â
You: Canât sleep
Mingyu: Same. Jet lagâs got me fucked up
Mingyu: You know what always helps when I canât sleep?
You: What?
Mingyu: Creeping through someoneâs old photos
Even though heâs not here looking at you, your neck flames with embarrassment anyway. You could play it cool. If only you knew how to do that.Â
You: Shut up
Mingyu: Itâs ok, Iâm flattered
You: Oh fuck off
Mingyu: No really, I am
Mingyu: I like that you want me so bad
Pressing your mouth firmly into your pillow, you swallow another screech. Here we go. Right into the flirting. You canât handle this right now.
You: Idk what youâre talking about
You:Â It was an accident
Mingyu: Oh you were accidentally admiring me?Â
You: How did you even notice? Are you just staring at your phone, waiting for attention?
Mingyu: I mean yeah
You snort.Â
You: Youâre ridiculous
Mingyu: Maybe. But Iâm honest about it
You: Iâll give you that
A few seconds go by, then a minute, then two. Maybe youâre boring him. Maybe heâs found something else to entertain him. Or someone else.
When the next notification comes in, you jolt a little.Â
Mingyu: What else will you give me?
And now your heart does a funny jump as you stare at his words. God, what a question. How you wish he were asking for real, and not just being playful, like he always is.Â
Would it be too real to reply with the truth? âWhatever you want?â
You: I donât know
You: What do you want?
Mingyu: What if I say you?
Suddenly you donât understand words.
You: Why would you say that?
Mingyu: Because itâs my answer
Mingyu: Iâm being honest again
You: Thatâs the jet lag talking
Mingyu: Oh come on
Mingyu: You really donât know?
You: Know what??
Mingyu: How I feel about you
Is he being serious right now??
You: If this is a joke I donât get it
Mingyu: Not a joke
Mingyu: Hold on
The notification icon on your app suddenly lights up. One heart. Two. Three four five. You open your notifications and immediately start laughing. Mingyuâs going through your oldest photos and liking them, one by one.Â
Mingyu: See? Iâm obsessed with you
Seungcheol grunts in his sleep, and you press your arm harder over your mouth, trying to muffle yourself better.
You: Youâre so annoying, oh my god
Mingyu: So annoying that you canât stop looking at my photos at 1 am?
Mingyu: Or flirting with me?
You: Is that whatâs happening? Are we flirting?
Mingyu: Ok donât act like you donât know
Mingyu: I flirt with you all the time
You: You flirt with EVERYONE all the time
Mingyu: Yeah but I only mean it with you
Like any other time this happens, any time his words make your head spin, you put on the brakes, stopping before you start to believe you might have a chance.Â
You: Youâre so dumb
Mingyu: Are you really going to pretend youâre not enjoying this?
You: Who said Iâm pretending?
Mingyu: Me. I know youâre loving this
Mingyu: Because you want me soooooo bad
You: Shut uppppp
Mingyu: Go on, yell at me
Mingyu: Youâre cute when youâre mad
You: No really
You: I canât stand you
Mingyu: Then sit on my face
Your mouth falls open, an amused huff of air escaping in a befuddled laugh at his unexpected response.Â
You: What?
Mingyu: Come shut me up. Sit on my face.
Youâre blinking so hard, you can hear your eyelids clapping together.
You: Fuck off. Stop playing.Â
Mingyu: Whoâs playing? Iâm serious
Mingyu: Smother me with those gorgeous thighs of yours. Iâll go out a happy man.Â
Your gorgeous thighs? Heâs never said anything like that before. What the fuck is happening.
You canât help but picture it - him lying on his bed, you kneeling over him, fingers tangled in his dark hair as you ride that pouty little mouth of his. Itâs not the first time youâve fantasized about it, but itâs the first time the vision has felt⌠possible.Â
Mingyu: No response? Youâre just gonna leave me hanging like this?
You: Donât tease me
Mingyu: Trust me, there are a million ways Iâd love to tease you, but this isnât one
You lay down again, rolling onto your side, curling in on yourself, like youâre trying to contain all the excitement rushing through your veins, keep it from spilling out and over into the room where your friends are still sleeping. Â
You: Youâre really serious?
Mingyu: Cross my heart and hope to die
Mingyu: Between your legs
Again you laugh.
You: Youâre such an idiot
Mingyu: Does that mean youâre not coming over?
You: Like right now??
Mingyu: Why not?Â
Mingyu: Wonwoo and Minghao both slept on the plane. They went out exploring
Mingyu: Iâve got the room to myself
You bite your lip, a little harder than you normally would, the sharp sting confirming that you are not dreaming and this is, in actual fact, happening right now.Â
You: I guess if Iâm not sleeping anytime soon
In the dim light from your phone, you eye the path to the door. You can easily make it out of the room without waking anyone. Should you so decide.Â
You: I could come over
Mingyu: I promise Iâll make it so good for you
Mingyu: Eat that pussy like you deserve. Make you cum on my tongue over and over
You inhale sharply. Heâs definitely never talked about your pussy like that before. Reading his words has you positively throbbing.
Mingyu: Please, just let me taste you
What else is there to say to that but -Â Â
You: Iâm coming over
Itâs a short walk to Mingyuâs room. A rush of anticipation hits you as you raise your hand to knock. It doesnât take long for the door to open, bringing you face to face with the man whose social media you canât stop stalking. Mingyuâs shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging alarmingly low on his hips, and if you werenât already planning on crushing him with your thighs, this insta thirst trap of an outfit would push you right over the edge.Â
âThat was fast,â he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. âDid you run down the hall?âÂ
âI thought I told you to shut up,â you shoot back.Â
âAnd I thought I told you to make me,â he smirks, reaching for you at the same time you reach for him, practically mashing his teeth against your lips as he pulls you in for a kiss. Despite what he just said, heâs kissing you, too eager to wait for you to do what he demands.Â
Itâs rough and messy, all teeth and tongue, both of you doing your fair share to keep the other silent. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say speechless, because Mingyuâs definitely not being quiet, moaning into your mouth, and youâre certainly whining loud enough for the other rooms to hear you.
He presses you back into the door, chest to chest, hip to hip. You tilt your head and he follows, chasing your mouth, as if heâs needing another taste. Your hands roam over his biceps, his shoulders, his neck, covering every inch of warm skin thatâs exposed, and he slips his arms around your waist, holding you impossibly tight. Not for one second do your lips part. This is the type of kiss youâve always read about in your favorite stories - the one that makes your knees weak, makes your head float, makes you forget everything but Mingyu.Â
Itâs delicious. Itâs amazing. Itâs every superlative you can think of. But itâs not enough. You want more. Part of you wants to tell him to get on with it, take you to bed, because youâre here to make him eat his words by eating you, but the other part isnât about to quit kissing him any time soon.Â
Thankfully, Mingyu takes care of your dilemma by eliminating the choice. Without warning, he bends his knees and lifts you, big hands secure on your thighs to hold you close to him. Okay, now itâs like one of your stories, the way he lifts you like youâre lighter than air. Youâd swoon if you werenât so busy licking into his lips. All that time in the gym is really paying off
He carries you to his bed, displaying his impressive thigh strength by slowly lowering himself into a sitting position, bringing you into his lap. You loop your arms around his shoulders, desperately seeking his mouth, as if the 0.2 seconds between kisses might kill you, which, honestly, it feels like it might, and youâve never been in this situation before, making out with the man of your dreams, so for all you know, it will, so why risk it?Â
âStop me if Iâm going too fast,â he says between kisses.Â
âYou can go as fast as you want,â you reply, without even a secondâs pause. âJust donât stop.âÂ
âDamn, and here I was worried I was coming off too excited,â he grins, face lighting up in delight. Then he kisses your cheek, whispering against your skin at your offended huff. âItâs okay, I like how needy you are for me.â
âShut up,â you groan, but you know he felt the way you shuddered, so you give up the weak protests and start kissing him again, twisting your fingers in his hair to keep him close.Â
Mingyu finally stops laughing when you take his bottom lip between your own, sucking and licking at the plump skin. With a groan, he digs his fingers into your sides, and he starts to guide you back and forth, rolling you over the eye-catching bulge in his sweatpants. Itâs a sight that makes you clench, thinking about how much you want to sit on it now, just pull him out and ride, too needy to feel him inside you to even take your clothes off.
But again, you want more. You want what heâd promised earlier. Â
He nips his way down your throat until his mouth latches at the base of your neck, sucking and biting, and you whimper, squirming in his hold. â
âGyu, please!â
âPlease what?âÂ
He doesnât lift his head, too absorbed in sinking his vampire-like canines into your soft skin, not sharp enough to pierce, just hard enough that you know youâll have bruises blooming there tomorrow, little souvenirs of this moment.Â
Please everything, you think. You want it all, whatever heâs willing to give, youâll take. Youâre feeling greedy as fuck right now.Â
âI want what you promised me.âÂ
âHold on,â he intones seriously, right before laving his tongue over a fresh mark. âLet a man at deathâs door enjoy his last moments.âÂ
âOh my god, youâre so stupid,â you groan, grabbing his face and smashing your lips together. Heâs just - just such an idiot, such a stupid sexy idiot and you want him more than youâve ever wanted anything in your life.
âFine,â he says after a few minutes of frantic making out, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, hands circling around your ass, squeezing as he pulls you closer. âTime for my last meal.âÂ
He kisses away your embarrassingly pleased moan, and then he maneuvers the two of you around so heâs lying on the bed on his back and youâre straddling him. As he watches with rapt attention, you peel off your shirt. Since youâd been dressed for bed, you hadnât bothered to throw on a bra. Judging from Mingyuâs expression, you made the right call. Â
âPretty,â he breathes out, wide eyes finding yours, and you have to take a beat, have to take a moment to sit and let the reality of the situation wash over you. The two of you are here, together, in this hotel room half a world away from home. Both wanting this. Itâs clear to you now just how eager Mingyuâs been since you walked in. He wasnât lying - he wants you just as much as you want him.Â
With this new understanding, you stand up to slide your shorts and panties off in one go, before straddling him again, and lowering yourself for another kiss. Immediately, his arms are around you, gliding down your back, all the way to your bare ass, taking the biggest handfuls he can.Â
âYou drive me insane. So pretty, so hot.âÂ
Mingyuâs words kick the simmering heat in your gut into a full blown fire. You moan into his kiss, grinding yourself against him. One of his hands grips your side, helping you chase the friction, while the other slips between your bodies. When his fingers brush your inner thigh, he lets out a strangled groan. âOh fuck, youâre so wet.â Â
âYour fault,â you gasp, lips fervently pressing against his, licking at the seam of his mouth until he allows you in, so you can roll your tongue over his like you roll your hips.Â
âThen allow me to make it up to you,â he grins, long fingers cupping your mound, trapping the heat there in his palm as he rubs it against you. You keen, thighs already twitching. Youâre going to lose your mind before you even get to his face.Â
Youâre not alone in that feeling, as he suddenly reaches for your thighs, urging you to crawl up his body. âGet up here, please,â he begs, flat out begs you, and you slide forward as fast as you can. You need his mouth, right now.
Hovering over him is a little surreal - MIngyuâs big brown eyes are gazing up at you in a perfect replication of your favorite daydream, only itâs so much better than youâd ever imagined, because the expression he wears is one of complete awe, like heâs the one living out his fantasy. Again you feel bold, so you run your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scraping over his scalp. He moans quietly, low in his throat, like heâs trying to hold it in, and your mouth quirks in a half smile as you kneel.Â
âNice knowing you, âGyu.âÂ
He hums a happy note, lips vibrating lightly just as your cunt reaches them, and you moan quietly. You donât settle all the way down, because as much as you were playing along with this whole death-by-pussy dream of his, you are slightly worried that you might actually suffocate him, if not because of your weight than because of your dire need, that you might get too lost in the aching desire thatâs building inside you, spurred on by the way heâs brushing the lower half of his face and down your folds, just breathing you in, teasing you with his touches but not giving you what you so desperately want.Â
ââGyu,�� you whine, tilting your pelvis forward, to catch his tongue as he traces your inner thigh, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He blows a puff of air across the wetness, sending goosebumps running at the cooling sensation.Â
When you try to shift again, heâs quick to wrap his hands up around your hips, holding you still. Not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to let you know - heâs in charge now.Â
âStay still, pretty,â he murmurs, tenderly pressing a kiss into your skin. âDonât worry, Iâll keep my promise. Cross my heart, remember?âÂ
With that reminder, he pulls you down further onto his face. His tongue slides into you, nose bumping your clit, and you whimper, hands flailing at your sides, seeking something to cling to, finding nothing but the warm air around you. The pressure on the sensitive bud combining with the wet hot muscle plunging between your slick folds is overwhelming in the best way.
ââGyu, oh, thatâs so good!â Â
Mingyu nods his head vigorously, nudging his nose around, letting his tongue drag up and down your slit. It almost feels like heâs agreeing with you, backed up by the way he grunts brokenly, this deep rumble in his chest that gets strangled halfway through his throat.Â
Youâre not sure at what point you start thrust your hips. Mingyu helps you find the right pace, big hands guiding you forward and back, forward and back, until you feel the rhythm all the way from your ears to your toes.Â
As his mouth slides up to suckle on your clit, his left hand also snakes upwards, cupping your right breast, thumb rolling over your puckered nipple. You shudder, nerves sizzling like power lines, lit up by his every touch.
ââGyuâŚâ Mingyuâs mouth pulls another whine from you. You glance down, catching the furrow in his brow, the sweat dripping down his temples. âOh my god.âÂ
âMmmmphf,â Mingyu agrees, or so you assume, unable to understand anything he might be mumbling into you. A particularly sharp suck on your pulsating clit makes your back arch, and Mingyuâs hand falls from your chest, disappearing behind you.Â
The sudden rustling of fabric draws your attention. You glance over your shoulder, only to whimper when you catch sight of Mingyuâs hand stroking his erection, band of his sweatpants hastily shoved down, stiff cock so flushed it brings a matching heat to your neck.Â
If you were more limber, youâd reach for him, give him a helping hand, but you canât stay twisted around for long, not when Mingyuâs tongue makes you refocus on his mouth. Itâs too difficult to think about anything else right now but the way he keeps plunging inside you, using the thick muscle to fuck you shallowly.Â
You canât stop mewling like a cat in heat, rutting back and forth over Mingyuâs tongue. Even in your daze, it doesnât escape your attention that Mingyuâs absolutely pussy drunk at this point, depraved moans buzzing endlessly against your most sensitive spots because he refuses to detach his mouth from you long enough to let them escape. Every muffled note reverberates deep in your core, joins the tense chord thatâs building inside you to a crescendo.Â
ââGyu, please.âÂ
At the sound of your plea, Mingyu stops stroking himself, bringing his hand around to find your clit, middle finger drawing circles around and around and around.Â
When you double over, hands sinking into the plush bedding on either side of Mingyuâs head, he grunts, tipping his head to the side so he can speak. âYou okay?âÂ
âFuck, Mingyu, âm good,â you giggle, suddenly hit by a burst of glee, perhaps due to the lack of oxygen in your head, since all the blood in your body is concentrated in your clit right now. âIâm having an amazing night.âÂ
Mingyu hums again, sounding very pleased, and you meet his gaze, and suddenly you wish his phone was nearby, so you could snap a photo, because this look - hair mussed and clinging to his forehead, pupils blown, nose to chin coated in your glistening wetness - this is a look worth capturing.
âYeah, me too,â he says, chest heaving as he catches his breath, and the sincerity in his voice steals your own away. If you had any nerve, youâd confess something right now, something you werenât planning on telling him tonight or tomorrow or maybe ever. But you keep silent, only breathing a tiny exhale of surprise as he slides out from under you, and nudges you onto your back.
Mingyu folds you in half easily, because youâre giving no resistance, letting him shape you the way he desires, and then his mouth is on you again. Now that he's lying facedown between your legs, heâs able to get some much-desired friction without using his hands, grinding his neglected cock into the bed as he concentrates on you.Â
His tongue glides over your throbbing nub again, and then his right hand ghosts over your slit. You whimper a soft âPlease,â and thatâs all he needs to slide his finger inside. The intrusion has you squirming, urging him silently to go deeper, and to your relief, he obliges. But he also locks his other arm over your legs, holding them so you canât keep bucking your hips up.Â
âI said, stay still,â he mumbles, with no anger or heat behind it, just amusement, laced with a slight tinge of cockiness. He knows heâs frustrating you, judging by the curl of his lips as he plunges his finger in and out slowly, way too slowly, teasing you with what you need most. You try to press your hips down onto his hand, to make him glide faster, but he just leans into you slightly, big arm stopping your movements.Â
Your whine is beyond petulant. âDonât tease me!âÂ
âPretty, I promise you, when I tease you, youâll know.âÂ
And then he adds his middle finger, curling both, pressing on the most sensitive spot on your inner wall. Over and over, his fingers flutter, massaging until starlight bursts behind your eyelids.Â
âItâll be something like this.âÂ
He withdraws his hand.
âGyuuuuuu.â
If he was slightly cocky earlier, heâs fully arrogant now, face breaking into a wide grin while he laughs. âWow, so whiny. You do want me bad.âÂ
âI swear to god if you dohhhhHHH-â
You break off in a moan when he lowers his face again, loudly lapping at your wetness. Clever fingers alternate between scissoring and stroking, following the changes in your breathing, and you hope that heâs close to being satiated, because youâre teetering on the edge of your climax, only the slightest bit more stimulation necessary to push you over.Â
âMingyu. Mingyu, Iâm gonna cum.â You open your eyes, raising your head enough to look at him, to watch with a dropped jaw as he buries his face in your cunt, his own eyes closed in ecstasy, and oh, thatâs it - âOh god, Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
Your warning cry - though clearly appreciated by Mingyu, who groans in answering refrain, hips humping the bed furiously - is ultimately unnecessary, given how hard your walls suddenly clench around his fingers. He doesnât stop his ministrations, fingerfucking you through your orgasm as your lower half trembles beneath his heavy arm. He holds you in place as best he can, sweetly kissing your clit, while you wail and writhe, pressing your palm into your mouth to keep your cries from waking the rooms around you.Â
Eventually your tremors slow, turning into occasional twitches, before your body finally relaxes. Mingyu continues to lap at you, every pass of his tongue getting lighter and lighter, until he lifts his head. Heâs the perfect image of lust, eyes dark and desirous, and you claw at his shoulders, needing him close again.Â
âKiss me.âÂ
He wipes his face with the back of his hand, smearing you over himself more as he rises up to meet you. His cock is hard between you, and you moan, knowing that you did that, that he got this turned on just from eating you out, and extend your fingers to wrap around him.
The unbidden sound he utters when you take his cock and slide it through your soaking folds, coating it in your wetness, is the filthiest sound youâve ever heard.
âCareful, pretty,â he pants, looking down at your hand. Under his close gaze, you circle the head of his cock before rubbing your thumb over and around the slit there. ââM close.âÂ
âWanna make you come, âGyu,â you tell him, and he hisses, hips bucking into your grip.Â
âFuck.â His long fingers cover yours, guiding you into a faster pace. âBut Iâm gonna make a mess.â
âDo it. Make a mess.â The need to make him completely fall apart takes possession of you, makes you say things youâve never said to anyone else. âCome all over me.âÂ
Mingyu whines, chin dropping to his chest. Heâs barely blinking as he stares at your entwined hands.Â
âPretty��� donât say thatâŚ.â
âPlease, âGyu.â All shame has fled your body. âI want it.âÂ
No further encouragement is needed. Mingyu grunts a few times before heâs painting your stomach in so much white, in little drops and big splashes, doing exactly what you told him, eyes rolling back in his head as he does.
When his high abates, he sits back on his heels, gazing at the mess he created, all the sticky sweat and semen that covers your body. A delirious thought comes to you. Is the sight beautiful enough for him to want to take a picture?Â
âWow,â he murmurs after a moment, shaking his head. âYouâre even prettier when youâre covered in me.âÂ
His dead serious expression is enough to break the haze of lust hanging over you. You throw your arm over your face, too flustered to look at him. ââGyuuuuu!â
âChanged my mind, Iâm calling you âwhiny' from now on.â The bed shifts as Mingyu rises. He laughs all the way to and from the bathroom, laughs even harder when you glare at him, reaching for the towel he holds. He surprises you by nudging your hand away. âLet me.â Â
His touch is so gentle as he wipes away his mess, then your own. When youâre both clean enough, he lays on his side, draping his arm over you. âThink you can sleep now?âÂ
Oh, you can sleep. Youâre feeling satiated in a way you havenât for a long time, and now that the rush has worn off, you could knock right out. You should probably go back to your room, ride this calm wave right into sleep, not let yourself get too excited at the thought that this vacation might be the best one ever.
Instead, you grin, sliding your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. âYeah. But I donât want to.âÂ
âOh?â Mingyuâs smile mirrors yours. âWhat do you wanna do instead?âÂ
âI might have some ideas.âÂ
He lets you pull him down for a kiss, humming eagerly.
âTell me what you want, pre-â
A sharp rap on the door startles you both.
âDude, donât you dare!â Minghao hisses through the wood. âWeâve been out here forever!âÂ
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âDAMN, IT FEELS GOOD TO HAVE YOU.â
gojo satoru X reader.
summary: satoru never fails to showcase his love for you, even in the most serious moments.
warnings: none, just fluff!! (profanities are usedâŚ)
a/n: there is mentions of satorus infinity and before anyone corrects me on how itâs used, for the sake of this work, letâs ignore that. please send requests aswell!
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âi like your eyes.â the 17 year old boy mumbled as he gazed into your eyes, your cheeks flushed and you pushed his head away.
âshut up, satoru.â you turned your face away from his as you two sat on a roof, admiring the sunset.
ânever. life is a thousand times better when iâm with you. everything about you is like a refresher to me. damn, it feels good to have you.â satoru whispered as he pulled you closer to him by your waist, lifting his arm to move your hair out of your face.
you stared at your lover, mouth agape at his words. satoru never failed to showcase his love for you, even when you two were âjust friendsâ. itâs different now, you have a label on your relationship.
youâd pray heâd stop with the sappy moments at some point, they almost bring you to tears everytime. he made you feel like you were worth more than you actually were.
âsatoru, baby, enough. iâm gonna start crying.â
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so, as the years went by, satoru never stopped showering you with those sappy moments your teen self adored to the core.
you two walked alongside each other, your students were training with the second years which meant you two could take a little walk around jujustu tech.
âyour ass looks good in that uniform.â satoru spoke up, making you blush furiously.
now, his compliments were a bit outrageous, but some were sweet!
âgojo!â
âgojo?! not satoru, sheesh babe youâre hurting my heart.â he clutched his heart in fake agony as you rolled your eyes and lightly shoved his shoulder, expecting not to be able to touch him.
his infinity was off. normally, he has it on at all times. youâve grown accustomed to the random moments where you two are together and all of a sudden you can no longer touch him because of the barrier his infinity creates.
âwhatâs up?â satoru notices your furrowed brows and frowns, his blindfold masking the adoration and worry that is present in his eyes.
ânothing. was just thinking about stuff.â
âyouâre pretty when youâre concentrated on something. gosh, youâre always pretty.â satoru grinned as he walked closer to you, leaning down and kissing your forehead.
âi-â your words were forced to come to a halt when satoruâs phone rang.
âhello! gojo satoru speaking. oh. right now? alright. y/n and i will be there in a second.â
you tilted your head in confusion as he hung up the phone, making a disgusted noise.
âmeeting with kyoto and the higher ups, for the exchange event.â satoru sighed and pulled you close to him, quickly arriving at the meeting room.
you sighed aswell, following satoru into the room as he loudly announced himself.
âhey! thought we had a meeting two days ago. whatâs up with this? you interrupted my precious time with a pretty lady.â satoru faked cried as your face flushed, moving to take a seat beside shoko who was already rolling her eyes at his behaviour.
âtake a goddamn seat, satoru.â
âwoah, donât get too feisty! not here!â satoru kept making jokes, your laughter being muffled by the arm of your uniform as you fake coughed.
satoru turned his attention to you, grinning even wider when he noticed you were struggling to stay formal.
he wasnât making jokes for anyone else to laugh, he just wanted to see you smile. your perfect smile lightened up the whole room. itâs a shame you have to hide it around the higher ups when you are in meetings.
satoru tuned out everything principal yaga was saying, staring at you. he admired how concentrated you looked and how carefully you were listening to yagaâs words. he was talking about the students and you cherished them with your whole being. their safety was first priority and you always made that very clear with those around you.
he admired you, admired your motherly instincts you have that you claim to not have at all. he couldnât wait to settle down with you, his beautiful wife. you werenât married, you couldnât be in a world like this. yet, he always called you his wife.
âgojo satoru, you ought to start listening as of right now.â yaga scowled and satoru leaned back into his seat, folding his arms as he grinned at yaga.
âsorry, yaga! iâm too focused on my wifeâs beauty.â satoru grinned even wider at his words as he watched you from the corner of his eye.
you gasped, covering your face with one hand as you listened to satorus uncalled for words.
âalright, you two, leave. we can discuss this later, y/n please smack some sense into him.â yaga tiredly said as he waved you two out.
satoru was up in a second, dashing out the door with you.
âsatoru! that was so uncalled for!â
âi know, thatâs why i said it.â
âyouâre such a little-â
âtease? ooh! didnât know we were getting frisky in public spaces now.â
âsatoru!â you laughed in disbelief and shoved him again as he giggled, following you down the hallway with love in his eyes.
âi love you,â he paused as you stopped and turned to him, âthatâs why i say stuff like that, you deserve compliments every second of the day and i will continue to give them as long as iâm breathing.â
âyouâre such a sap, i love you too.â you said with a soft tone, embracing satoru in a hug which he gladly returned, lifting you up and laughing.
you laughed alongside your husband, a man who you swear to be with until you can no longer breathe.
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a/n: this was so lazy, yikes. thereâs a shit ton of spelling errors but iâll make up for it in my next work! please send requests aswell.
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All The Pretty Girls - Bob Floyd x Reader
A/N: Inspired by All The Pretty Girls by Kenny Chesney.
pairing: Bob Floyd x reader
warnings/content: sickeningly sweet Bob fluff.
word count: 3.1k
I'm home for the summer, shoot out the lights Don't blow my cover, oh I'm free tonight I'm coming over, call all your friends "Somebody hold me", all the pretty girls said All of the whiskey, went to my head "Shut up and kiss me", all the pretty girls said
Bob took in a deep breath as he walked up the long, dirt pathway that lead to his parentsâ farmhouse. Itâd been months since heâd been back in Kentucky - years, even, and as he approached the sounds of the party his family was throwing in the backyard, he felt himself fighting harder and harder to resist the overwhelming urge to turn around and run as fast as he could back to his rental car, hop in and catch the next flight back to San Diego. He contemplated the excuses he could come up with to explain his sudden disappearance, but before he had a chance to figure out the minor details, a familiar voice called out to him.
âBobby! Thereâs our favourite lil pilot!â
His uncle shouted from across the yard, coming over to him with a firm slap on the shoulder as he greeted him. Bob tried not to cringe at the juvenile nickname his family still called him - he hated being called Bobby. No one back in San Diego knew him as anything other than Bob - it felt more grown up. He was the baby in his family, often called Bobby in a condescending way to remind him of how much younger he was than everyone else.
Heâd been the surprise baby in the family - born unexpectedly when his mother was 37, following behind four older sisters who were 6, 8, 11 and 13 when he was born. Now, at 32, Bob felt himself recoil internally everytime someone called him that, especially if it was his family. His dozen nieces and nephews were about the only ones heâd tolerate it from, and occasionally his grandmother - who at this point was over 90 years old, and who was he to tell her no?
Bob adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, forcing a smile as he turned to face his boisterous family. Growing up, heâd always wondered if he was adopted - he was quiet, reserved, and shy - the complete opposite of everyone in his family tree. In fact, it was a running joke with his older sister Kate that he was adopted. He believed it for a while when he was 6 - it explained so much about him, or so he thought. Until, that was, the moment that his eldest sister, the often bossy and in control Jennifer, pulled out the home videos that had been recorded when Bob was born - a sight that Bob still couldnât erase from his memory, regardless of how hard he tried to.
âIâm not so little anymore, Uncle Don,â Bob said with a sheepish smile as his uncle pulled him in for a bear hug.
âNo, sâpose you arenât now, are ya? You got yourself a little lady now, Bobby?â
âNot yet. Iâve been busy - havenât been stateside in months, actually. This is my first chance at leave in over a year. Just never bothered taking it, I guess.â
That was a lie - Bob had taken a couple weeks leave last year, but he spent it at his home in San Diego, refreshing the decor and repainting to make it more to his tastes and basking in the peaceful quiet of his new space. Heâd spent a day or two wandering around downtown San Diego with his friend, Bradley, the two of them exploring the area together - Bradley showing Bob all the sites heâd remembered from photographs and childhood memories. Bob couldnât tell his family that though - theyâd be crushed to learn that he had time off and chose not to spend it with them.
It wasnât that he didnât want to see them, he was sure of it. He just didnât want to field all the questions he knew came with each visit. Nothing was off limits to his family - his love life, relationships, his personal details - heâd lost count of how many phone calls included a casual âSo, meet anyone special yet, Bobby?â. He knew they meant well, but God, was he ever tired of it.
That was the other thing heâd grown tired of - watching his language all the time. His family was religious - far more so than heâd ever been, and the idea of swearing and cursing was scandalous to them, but it was something Bobâd grown used to in his 14 years serving in the Navy, between the Academy and on base. Trying to curb it around his family members was a task in and of itself.
âRobert!â His mother's arrival interrupted his ruminations, her fervent embrace enveloping him in a maternal cocoon. "Your accent's gone already, I knew California would be bad for you," she lamented, a tinge of jest lacing her words.
âHi Ma, missed you,â He nodded, hugging her back firmly with a smile, âRelax, Ma, Iâm still a Southern boy at heart, even if I donât sound like it. Two of the guys in my squad are from the South too. Jakeâs from Texas, Bradleyâs from Virginia. Iâll probably find my accent again soon now that Iâm stationed with them at North Island. At Lemoore I wasnât paired up with anyone from here.â
âOoh, Robert,â she said softly, rubbing his shoulder as she spoke to him, âThereâs someone whoâs been askinâ âbout you.â
Bob was about to ask who it was when the question was answered for him. He turned in the direction his mother was facing and felt his cheeks flush a bright red as he saw you. You and Bob had been friends as children - best friends, in fact. Youâd kept in contact over the years, but eventually, around your 24th birthdays, the hangouts became less frequent, the phone calls grew further apart and texts took longer to answer, until eventually, they stopped. Standing in front of him now, eight years later, he couldnât imagine for the life of him why he ever stopped talking to you.
His mind raced with a million thoughts at once, visions of what life would have been like if heâd manned up and asked you out. If heâd decided to risk it all in high school and take you to prom, or if heâd asked you out when you went to university a couple hours drive away from the Naval Academy. He figured he probably would have married you, if given the chance to go back and do it again. Own a house with a big yard, a half a dozen kids running around, some just like him, with sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and some just like you - a vision of beauty in his mind.
He snapped back to reality when he felt you wrap your arms around him, a wide smile spreading across your face. He hugged you firmly, not wanting to make his sudden desire to hold you close evident. For all he knew, you could be married with a family by this point - it wouldnât be odd at all, not now in your early thirties. In fact, he felt like he was the odd one out compared to everyone heâd grown up around in Kentucky. Most of the people heâd gone to school with were parents to kids approaching third grade.
âItâs so good to see you!â you exclaimed cheerfully as you pulled back from Bobâs embrace, sporting a warm, friendly grin.
âYeah, itâs great seeing you too. Wow, itâs uhâŚitâs been a while, hasnât it?â
âEight years, give or take.â You nodded quickly, shrugging the idea off as you met Bobâs cobalt blue eyes, finding it hard not to get yourself lost in them. He always did have the prettiest eyes youâd ever seen, framed perfectly now by silver wire framed glasses.
âHow have you been?â He smiled as he guided you over towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and turning to look at you, âYou want some sweet tea?â
âIâd love some, thanks Bob,â you nodded, remembering that he preferred going by that now that he was older.
As Bob poured two glasses of his momâs homemade sweet tea for each of you, your eyes wandered over him, taking in the sight before you. The last time youâd seen him, Bob still resembled the teenage boy youâd crushed on throughout high school, but now, standing in his place, was a man. He stood at a solid six foot one, his blonde hair neatly combed, and a more adult style pair of wire glasses adorning his face, as opposed to the thick, dark square frames he wore throughout the time you knew him.
âIâve been good,â you nodded slowly as you sipped the cool, brown liquid, the notes of lemon, sugar and black tea dancing on your tongue, âHow about you? I heard youâre stationed out west now?â
âYeah, I was at Lemoore, which is further north in California, but now Iâm at North Island, in Coronado. Just outside of San Diego, actually. Other side of the bay.â
âHow do you like it there? Bet the weatherâs great, like, all the time, isnât it? Much better than what I get out in D.C.â
âYouâre in D.C. now?â
âYeah,â you nodded, smiling softly, âNever left after college.â
Bob listened empathetically as you filled him in on everything heâd missed in your life over the past eight years. As you spoke, he couldnât help but feel his attention wavering, not because he wasnât interested in what you had to say, but because he couldnât help but envision all the things that couldâve happened had he been brave enough to ask you out earlier. He wanted to kick himself for not trying for you - heâd always been fond of you. The sheer thought of you asking about him, and coming back to Kentucky to see him when he came home was enough to make him think of how much heâd screwed up before.
You felt yourself rambling nervously as you talked to Bob, trying to avoid any awkward silence between the two of you. You were so relieved to have this moment with him - just to talk to him again. You heard he was single, and you knew you still had unresolved feelings for him so when your mom had told you about the homecoming barbecue that Mrs. Floyd was planning for him, you knew you had to make the drive home, just to see what couldâve been between you both, and to see if anything remained between you.
As the night carried on, you felt yourself falling further and further for Bob - and now, you were left wondering why you hadnât been bold enough to ask him out before. Why now, when it was the least convenient for the two of you, had to be when you realized this. You lived on the complete opposite coasts from one another - a six hour flight spanning the United States between the two of you. Although, the more time spent with Bob that evening, the more you found yourself considering taking a transfer to your jobâs California office. Los Angeles was a much more doable three hour drive to San Diego - you could manage driving three hours every few days to see him if you needed to.
By 9pm, the party had dwindled down to a few members of Bobâs family, his parents, and you - everyone else having turned in for the night or headed home earlier. You, however, were staying a couple of houses away at your parentsâ home, and could manage to stay as long as Bob wanted you to. He looked around the party, and, upon realizing he wouldnât be missed anymore if he disappeared, he took you by the hand playfully, leading you to the old tree at the back of the property.
Nestled in the tree sat the treehouse youâd spent so many hours in together as kids, looking completely unchanged from when youâd last seen it. Bob smiled as he started climbing up the makeshift ladder, looking back at you with a mischievous grin - one you hadnât seen in him since you were children.
âYou cominâ?â he ribbed playfully as he swung himself up into the treehouse, reaching his hand down to offer you help.
You shook your head, laughing at how ridiculous you felt, but quickly climbed your way up the tree to join him. He helped you into the treehouse, smirking at you as he adjusted his glasses. The treehouse was still decorated the way youâd left it - old toys sitting out on the table, a small toy chest full of Nerf guns and playing cards, a couple of toy cars and action figures joining them. Bob picked one of the action figures up, laughing as he held it in his hands, as if all the memories of you two playing together came flooding back at once.
âI forgot about this place,â you mused softly, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of forgotten treasures.
Bob nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips as he regarded the toy with a mix of fondness and amusement.
"Yeah, my nieces and nephews use it I guess sometimes. Glad to see they've left Batman intact for me though," he remarked, lifting the action figure as if to emphasize its importance.
A nostalgic chuckle bubbled up within you as you recalled the shared adventures of your childhood. "Hey, I remember that one! Batman used to come in and rescue Barbie for me all the time."
A playful glint danced in Bob's eyes as he remembered those innocent days of make-believe. "And then you insisted that Batman had to kiss Barbie."
"Listen, Barbie wanted to thank him," you protested with a playful grin, memories of imaginative play flooding back with each word.
"I think you just watched too many romcoms," Bob teased, his voice laced with affectionate banter.
Shaking your head, you couldn't help but laugh at the playful exchange, the echoes of your shared history ringing through the air. But as your laughter subsided, you found yourself drawn once more to Bob's gaze, the warmth of familiarity mingling with the weight of unspoken questions.
"Do you ever think about what would have happened if we dated in high school?" you ventured, the words hanging in the air like a delicate thread connecting past and present.
"All the time, actually," Bob admitted, his tone tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
"I always figured I'd end up marrying you," you nodded, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and sincerity as you confessed the thought that had lingered in the depths of your mind for far too long.
The air seemed to crackle with tension as your words hung in the space between you, each syllable echoing with the weight of unspoken truths and long-held desires. Across from you, Bob's expression shifted, a kaleidoscope of emotions flickering across his features before settling into a mask of gentle surprise.
The soft glow of the evening sun cast golden hues upon the scene, lending an ethereal quality to the moment as you both grappled with the revelation that hung heavy in the air. For a heartbeat, the world around you seemed to stand still, as if holding its breath in anticipation of what would come next.
Bob's gaze softened, his cobalt eyes reflecting the vulnerability mirrored in your own. "I⌠I never knew you felt that way," he admitted, his voice a gentle murmur against the backdrop of fading daylight.
A rush of uncertainty washed over you, mingling with the warmth of raw honesty that spilled from your lips. "I think I just, pushed it away, you know? I didnât want us to stop being friends over it or anything as kids." you confessed, your words a whispered confession carried on the breeze.
Silence enveloped you once more, punctuated only by the distant chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. In the quiet of the moment, the weight of unspoken possibilities hung heavy between you, a delicate dance of hope and fear weaving its way through the air.
Then, with a soft exhale, Bob reached across the space between you, his hand finding yours with a gentle certainty that sent shivers cascading down your spine. "Maybe⌠maybe we should talk about this," he suggested, his voice tentative yet filled with a quiet resolve.
As his fingers intertwined with yours, you felt a surge of courage swell within your chest, buoyed by the warmth of his touch. With a nod, you met his gaze, the tension hanging in the air melting away as you closed the distance between the two of you, locking your lips with his in a gentle, tender kiss.
Time seemed to slow to a standstill as the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of pure connection. His lips met yours with a softness that belied the depth of emotion coursing between you, igniting a spark that set your heart ablaze.
The sensation of his breath mingling with yours sent shivers cascading down your spine, each touch igniting a symphony of sensations that danced across your skin like a gentle breeze. In that fleeting instant, you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace, the weight of the world falling away as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire.
The soft murmur of the evening breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it the promise of a new beginning as you reveled in the sweetness of the moment. His arms enveloped you in a tender embrace, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies, only the shared warmth of your intertwined souls.
For a heartbeat, the world ceased to exist beyond the two of you, each touch a testament to the depth of feeling that bound you together. In the embrace of his arms, you found solace, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of life's uncertainties. As you finally pulled away, the ghost of his touch lingered on your lips, a lingering reminder of the passion that pulsed between you.
Bobâs cheeks flushed bright red, and he began to stutter as he spoke, a trait heâd long grown out of. âI, uh, IâŚum, that wasâŚsomething,â he managed to spit out before beginning to ramble about how much he enjoyed kissing you.
âBob,â you began, laughing softly as your hand gently rested on his cheek.
âMhmm?â
âShut up and kiss me again.â
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- Dr. Ratio nsfw alphabet -
[Veritas Ratio x gn!reader] [Originally written with male reader in mind, but there is no mention of genitalia so I think it can work for any gender. I tried to provide both something for top and bottom reader so everyone can get something out of this. The reader is assumed to be in a long term relationship with Veritas]
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
Veritas can be really romantic. Initially, he doesnât want either of you to pull away at all, just to nuzzle each other while your bodies stay intertwined in such an intimate fashion. Though if you really need it heâll get up immediately to get you some water or snacks or really anything you need. Depending on the time of day you also might be expecting a bath, massages too.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Not a specific body part, but likes how proportional and symmetrical his body is as a whole. This guy is literally named Dr Ratio, leave me alone. On you though, I think he likes your face. Basic answer, but I really can't see it any other way. Definitely likes tracing the contours of your face when bored, studying it like an ancient sculpture. Oh, and I guess it's pretty hot how your face twists in pleasure while you're doing it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
If he's topping he likes to cum inside, otherwise cumming all over you is the second best. I feel like he wouldn't be a fan of cumming all over himself so if bottoming he'll like to do it either on the bed or if possible somewhere on you. My man also probably likes fruits, that's what gives his cum a sweet-ish taste, definitely not the sugary sweet kind though, the earthy natural sweet.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Definitely wants to do it in a very natural space, like a lake or something. That primal feeling, miles away from the rationality he exudes usually, really gets him going, but he's too afraid of someone walking in and ruining the moment to actually do it.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
Virgin. Most of his life he probably had that kind of mindset that it's probably not worth it getting involved with someone else when he has everything he needs here. Still thinks that way, but now has you to keep his balls empty.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)
Loves lifting you off the ground, gotta show those muscles off. You just wrap around him so snugly and your faces are so close to each other it takes no effort just to start making out while pounding into you. Doesn't mind being lifted up himself either, especially if you're squeezing his ass while doing so, has and will attack your face with kisses. Other than that he likes anything where you two are face to face just in general.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Very serious. Because of how little experience he has and how little people he has let see him this way he probably takes it as an extremely important bonding time so don't expect any jokes or laughs from him. Though he won't be mad if you're into the more casual kind, hell, heâll let you try getting a laugh out of him.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Extremely well groomed. He's a neat freak, man loves baths and goes nuts when he sees a single dirty spot on his book, he's well capable of keeping himself clean. No hair out of place and all, if he even has any on his lower body.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŚ)
Said it already, but he takes sex very seriously. Slow and sensual is his thing. Makes it a whole ritual, lighting candles, maybe using some rose petals that he likes putting into his baths, massaging your back, everything to make you feel absolutely refreshed afterwards and ultimately make you feel closer to each other at the end.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Doesn't do it that often, but when he does it's most likely during the morning shower. Though, unfortunately, if he has the displeasure of having another bath without his lover he might have to rub one out alone in there too.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise and degradation are a must with this man. Just state your preference, or do both if youâre into it, and heâll already be running his mouth even before you start. Body worship is also a big thing for him. With his marble statues you can assume that he at least must love his own body and something tells me that heâll be equally if not more obsessed with his lover's one.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Not into risky stuff, he has a reputation to keep. Maybe you can suck him off under his work desk with all the doors locked, but that's where it ends. Maybe bathhouses, but only if you have a reserved room or smth. Though when it comes to your private adobe nothing is off the table. The bed, bathtub, over the counter, against the wall, he isn't too picky.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Not hard to get him in the mood. Loves how open you are with him and if you ask him nicely heâll already feel motivated. Just seeing you so needy and wanting him makes him feel special, like he is the only one who you would run up to with something so intimate. Expect him to tease you about it though.
N = NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Anything that has to do with risking his reputation, no public sex or exhibitionism. Threesomes are also a no for him, not with someone he knows and definitely not with a stranger. He has made it clear that you're the only one who he wants to experience this kind of intimacy with.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He was definitely a little weirded out at the start. Don't get me work, he knew how it's done and what it meant, he isn't that innocent, but the thought of actually doing just felt gross to him. Of course, that's where you came(in more ways than one) in. Unfortunately for you, he is a fast learner. Now oral is his favorite way to open up a long night session with you. It doesn't take much preparation, so expect him to wake you up using his mouth.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
My guy likes to take his time. He sees sex like he sees his baths, a way to cleanse the body of all its filth, so sometimes it really does feel like you're making love instead of having sex. He just finds himself dissatisfied with the fast and rough methods that just dry him out.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
It might seem surprising after I talked so much about him taking his time, but I don't think he actually minds quickies that much. Though he doesn't like making a routine out of them, sure a quickie is good once in a while to relieve some stress, but he doesn't want it to spoil sex for him entirely. He likes them most during the morning showers.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
While he doesn't want to take any risks with his reputation, he certainly doesn't mind doing risky stuff behind closed doors. How are you supposed to see the results without any experimentation?
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they lastâŚ)
Oh, he can go for plenty. My man is beefy and all that muscle isn't just for show. The thing is, one round for him already takes a while so expect to be spent and thoroughly satisfied. Not that he doesn't mind going again, he's just wondering if you can keep up.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't have a lot of toys but he definitely doesn't mind using some on you or you using some on him. Keep in mind though, if you allow him he can get pretty ruthless with them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Definitely a huge tease, refuse to believe otherwise. Going to go further into it in a moment, but my guy is talkative. Nothing you do will go unnoticed and everything you do will be commented on. Also teasing with his actions. That one extra button left unbuttoned was specifically left there to cause a reaction from you. Will deny you orgasm if you're into that. He loves the power all the things listed above give him and the feeling of being desired really gets him going. You could inflate his ego even more or even try to shut that pretty mouth yourself.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
I don't know if this is a hot take but I think that he might get more vocal once he is with someone he trusts. Definitely won't hide his voice from you when he sees you getting more aroused, might as well use it to tease you. Oh, and he's definitely a talkative one. Expect lots of comments between those sweet groans and moans of his.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Massages are his favorite form of foreplay. Be it during baths with all his fancy soaps and oils or in bed after an exhausting day, it's a very intimate, but not necessarily sexual, way to relax the body and he needs your body to be relaxed if he wants to proceed with more intense stuff. Doesn't mind receiving a massage either, though he is mostly the one giving them he can't deny himself the pleasure of your hands worshiping his muscles.
X = X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
He is a big man, what do you expect? No, but for real, it matches his size. Every part of him is proportional. Always cleanly shaven and well groomed and only has a few subtly visible veins just below the head. Cut and colored with a pinkish blush on the very tip.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Not that high. He keeps himself intellectually occupied most of the time. Though he can get turned on pretty quickly when his partner initiates.
Z = ZZZ (⌠how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I imagine most of your steamy encounters happen at the end of the day so he already feels pretty drained. That orgasm is probably the last push for him before going to bed, assuming that all of your needs are taken care of first.
[Just something quick to deliver while I'm working on something bigger to keep you all well fed]
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Y/N did not want to leave Italy.Â
She had fallen in love with the people, the food, the weather, the culture- and Harry.Â
That was pretty clear at this point.Â
His hand held her thigh under the table as they dined outside under the covered balcony, the sea air ruffling the hair that had escaped her pearly claw clip. They only had 2 days left and while she had been trying to focus on the time they had left, it was only more daunting to realize they had to come home and deal with their relationship. Telling the people who needed to know.Â
Lia.Â
Y/N had felt an awful pit in her stomach as she answered Liaâs messages every so often, thankfully her best friend being distracted by her own girlfriend to worry too much about texting her best friend. For once, she was relieved for the lack of bros over hoes.Â
She was galavanting across the Italian coast with her best friendâs father. Sucking him off on the yacht he had chartered, clinging to his body in the salty water, letting him kiss away tears from laughing too hard and one too many drinks. His hands had almost constantly been on her and she had welcomed, no, encouraged each and every bit of it.Â
Her teeth marked Harryâs golden skin, the Italian summer sun having left its mark on him in a delicious way that had Y/N almost feral. Her nails, that he had paid for being redone just a few days ago, leaving scratch marks on his back and also soothing him to sleep on a rocking boat yesterday while he had rested his head in her lap as she read.Â
They werenât just having sex. They were in love. This was a relationship, something that would be seen as the ultimate betrayal. But Y/N wasnât going to give it up.Â
Her whole life, she had been the one to give things up for people. She always tried to take care of everyone around her, her family, her friends, even strangers. Sheâd been the constant shoulder to cry one and the one ready to brave the world and her own fears for other people. So when Harry gave her a little taste of how good it felt to be taken care of, she fell in love with it. Albeit guiltily, she was letting him do the things he wanted for her- and sheâd never seen him shine like this.Â
Harry had always liked taking care of people, but he was far more selective. He had a big heart, yes, but it had stayed particularly guarded. With the money he had, the people heâd met, it had been an early lesson for him to know that yes, he could help but he had to cherry pick the people who would be actually deserving. Y/N clicked all those boxes. She provided him with a level of comfort, pleasure and affection that heâd always dreamt of. She allowed him to spoil her more and more each day, but he was eager to do more. As many times as he could admit his adoration for her, he wanted her dripping with diamonds and the things she wanted to wear, never to worry about a thing again. Sheâd worked hard in her life and god damn it, she fucking deserved it. She said thank you, smothering him with kisses with every surprise he had given her, every little fucking thing, and it made him feel so good it was ridiculous. From a cute pen heâd seen in a market stall to the yacht surprise, each little thing garnered a excited, sweet reaction from her. So he wanted to do more.Â
âI know that we only have our two days leftâŚâ He stroked over her thigh, pads of his fingertips tracing the bend of her knee and back up. âBut weâre going to come back. I promise. Iâve got the house here and I can work remoteâŚâ His face was soft, understanding that she didnât want to go back home. It was such a welcome relief being here, so needed and refreshing that all it could possibly do is strengthen their foundation.
âI know.â She replied, placing her silverware down before taking a sip of her drink. âItâs just⌠I know that itâs probably going to be ugly for a while back home. Just as a general rule. I donât want to hide at all, Iâm not ashamed of being with you but I know thereâs going to be a lot of blowback.â Y/N tried to explain it without it seemingly like she was backing out of their relationship. That wasnât the case at all. âI know Iâm going to lose some friends over this. And maybe I do deserve it. Maybe I shouldnât have made a move on you, but it felt right. I needed to do it, and I donât regret it at all. Itâs necessary growth for us, and I can understand that but I just feel⌠anxious, I guess. To see who chooses to stay and who chooses to go.â
That was something Harry hadnât really thought about, and as awful as he felt about it- he was more relieved that she said she didnât regret it. Of course he didnât want any blowback at all. âItâs tough, isnât it my love?â He sighed sadly, gently grabbing her hand and bringing it up to his mouth. His lips pressed against her knuckles, the subtle sound of them disconnecting making her smile. âI know. Itâs a risk, and Iâm going to upset my daughter but you know⌠I want to be happy. I deserve love, and so do you. Youâre of age, weâve discussed a lot, it isnât like weâre throwing this in anyoneâs face to upset them. If our happiness matters so little to everyone ese, perhaps it wasnât a good fit for them regardless.â
The only personâs reaction either of them really cared about was Liaâs. Harry was prepared to catch the brunt of her explosive temper. He was a grown man and he had been divorced for a bit. He understood that his choice in romantic partner was going to upset her, and he didnât blame her. Neither of them could, because they both were rational and knew that it was a fucked up situation. He just hoped that they could work through it. Heâd tried to pick Y/Nâs brain about it but she seemed to understand her fate in this.Â
Lia wasnât going to forgive easily, nor would their friendship ever be the same, but she was hoping that with time, they could mend what was inevitably about to be smashed up. Make a mosaic out of the pieces that were bound to shatter. Harry meant so much to her already and she couldnât give up the chance of having a lifetime sort of love. Her romantic heart couldnât handle it.Â
âYou knowâŚâ Her lips tilted up. âI have always been a romantic. I always wanted love but I pretended I didnât. I thought⌠maybe it would help me avoid being hurt. Iâve been afraid of having my heart broken for so long, I never was able to properly hand my heart over to anyone. They could maybe touch it, but it was under lockdown. It was really weird whenâŚâ She licked the wine from her lip, looking at his slight sunburned nose as she found her words. âIt was really weird for me when I found myself wanting to hand it over to you. Like I knew youâd keep it safe. Iâm still adjusting, Iâm still learning but I feel so safe with you, itâs hard not to just give in.âÂ
That was music to his ears. His smile was brighter than the sun when she finished, his hand placing hers on his cheek as he pressed tiny kisses to her inner wrist. It was hard not to pull her into his lap, but he had to keep some decorum in this situation. His girl felt safe enough to hand him her heart, and that boost it gave him almost sent his own beating chest to the moon. âItâs safe with me. Always. I wonât let anything happen to it, not from my end.â He couldnât promise nothing else in life wouldn't hurt her- but he would be damned if he didn't try.Â
â--
âGo ahead, baby. You can have what you want.â His hot palms held the backside of her thighs as she lifted the sundress over her body, breasts spilling out as it was tossed onto floor. Harryâs cock was thick in his palm, wet from her saliva as she had gotten on her knees for him as soon as theyâd entered the living room of the villa. Sucking with fervor, the younger girl had gotten him slick with her spit before he pulled her up to let her climb into his lap.Â
âI want you.â Y/N whispered, hand going between them to angle his cock against her properly. Harryâs groan was motivation as she slipped down, only taking a bit at a time as she shakily exhaled her whine. âI want you to take me, and keep me. I want to be your girl, Daddy. Please.â Her hands held his shoulders, keeping steady as her cunt sunk down on his length. âWant tâbe your girl and I want you to come home from work and love on me, want you to text me to be naked in your room for you, want to make you dinner- I just want to make you happy.âÂ
Harry was nearly speechless as her whiny demands, her true heart showing as she squeezed his shoulders and finally got seated fully on his cock. âY-yeah? Sâwhat my girl really wants?â It was like the world had answered his prayers. He was buried inside of her hot cunt, her mouth saying all the words heâs been itching to hear for a long while now. âWant to give that tâyou. Should just live with me, hm?â He cooed. âMove right into my bed so youâre always there for me, and mâalways there for you. I belong to you just as much.â His head rested against the couch, gently helping her lift up and slide back down slowly on his cock. Finding her pace, he wasnât going to complain.Â
âI-Should I?â She asked, eyes wide and hazy as she sunk fully back down, full to the brim with his cock in her tummy. âYouâd want that?â It wasnât probably the place to have this discussion but hey- he wasnât going to deny it anymore. The idea of her going home to her place when his own place was empty sans himself, when she made it feel like a real home? He wanted her there. Possessive, needy, perhaps he was, but he really did want her there. It was moving quickly but it felt like maybe he needed it. No more waiting.Â
âMhm. Youâre with me a lot but⌠Stay with me all the time, baby. Want my girl around, want to live with you.. Never want tâsee you leave.â His lips connected with hers as she began to grind slowly on his cock, his hands sliding up to cup each side of her ass. Her kiss back was just as messy as her cunt, the feeling of being full making it hard to focus on anything but how good she felt and the feelings swarming her at the idea of moving in. âMove all your things in⌠Let daddy buy you more pretty things for your closet. Let me clean it out⌠let Daddy take care of you, find you a job you really like.â  Harry knew he was pathetically whipped for this woman, but he had no intention of hiding that from her. Y/N deserved to know how loved she was.Â
âY-Yeah, please. I want to be with you all the time.â Her nails dug into his skin a little as she bounced a few times on his prick, making them both moan. âJust want to be your girl, Daddy. Want to be yours in every way, want to smell like you, sleep in your bed, I want to- I want you.â Her confirmation was everything to him, sitting him up as he beamed. His strength was used as an advantage, turning them over so she was laid on the couch and he could look down at her.Â
âGood. You are- youâre Daddyâs perfect fucking girl, and mâgonna spoil you rotten.â He spread her legs open, looking at the mess where they connected. Her poor cunt was still swollen from this morning but she took it like a camp, shuddering when his thumb brushed her clit. âGod, handing yourself over to me⌠Love it so much. Mâgonna take such good care of you, baby.â His promise was true. Her hand clutched over her breast, nodding up at him as her body tightened up slightly. The stimulation and new angle made it hard for her to breathe in the best of ways.Â
His thrusts were deep and full of promise. Groaning through his teeth as he watched her underneath him, watching her face twist with pleasure and her stomach jump with his thrusts, he knew he didnât ever want to see a body other than hers under him again. âSâmy perfect girl. Going to wake up to you every day and see that perfect face, make you just as addicted to me as I am to you and this perfect body. Youâve ruined me.â Y/N had made him a man on his knees, weak for a woman when he swore he wouldnât again. Only this time, it was worse, and he didnât fucking care. Heâd give it all up for her. âMâkeeping you. Yâknow that, baby? You belong to me, and mâgonna give you everything youâve ever wantedâŚâ one of hus hands fell down to her stomach. âRemember what we talked about? Hm? What did you want daddy to give you- What did you beg for?â
Y/N got even more wet, mewling at the pressure on her stomach as she remembered exactly what it was. âA baby- I want you to give me a baby, Daddy.â She whimpered. âY-You said, you said youâd get me pregnant and I want it. I want it, I want you to breed me and keep me full and- oh, fuck.â Y/Nâs begging was cut off with his deep thrusts gaining speed. Heâd lifted her just a bit, abandoning her clit to pull her lower body up just a bit with his hands. Her eyes watered, feeling his cock punch right against the spot she had desperately needed with the adjustment, hands flailing to grab on to the couch as she got fucked.Â
Harry liked the sound of that. Far too much.Â
âIâll give it to you, baby. Iâll give you the pretty house, pretty ring, pretty babies in you⌠Youâre driving me mad. God, I fucking love you. Stay with me, forever.â His face was beaded with sweat as he fucked into her deep, imagining those very things. She agreed to the house, moving in with him. He was sure that would be the direction they were going in. He wouldnât let her go.Â
Regardless of how much it could cost him.
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"Wait, how old are you again?"
"24."
"Oh." Rin sighs, trying his best not to let it phase him. It's been 3 months since he and y/n started fake dating, and it's only occurred to him recently that he's never exactly confirmed her age, only the fact that she's older than he is.
"You didn't know that?" She asks, confused.
"I knew you were older than me, but I didn't think it was that much."
She chuckles uncomfortably. "Is that like, a deal breaker for you?" She asks.
"No. I mean, it's already been a while." He shrugs, continuing their walk through the park, the chilly air brushing his dark hair out of his eyes.
At age 20, Itoshi Rin is already one of the most famous soccer players in the world, it's only natural he would be dating an older, attractive, established, successful woman.
As for y/n, her initial goal of making her ex jealous has indeed worked. After all, he's a nobody compared to Itoshi Rin, and has tried to contact her on multiple occasions to try to "work things out" as he called it.
They walk in silence most of the time, hand in hand, you know, just in case there are any cameras around. Y/n wears a pretty purple scarf around her neck, her hair tucked into a matching purple beanie, her eyelashes dusted with freshly fallen snow. And her cheeks are an adorable shade of pink, even Rin can't find a way to deny how cute she looks in the cold. It's interesting to him that she's so much older- she definitely seemed that way at first, but as their "relationship" has progressed, Rin's discovered her cutesy childish side, the one that he likes the best.
"What?" She finally asks, addressing the fact that Rin's gaze has been fixated on her for a good while now.
"You cold?" He replies.
"It's snowing and it's January. Yeah." She laughs, causing Rin's cold cheeks to heat up. She really has such a cute laugh when she means it.
Many of their conversations are like this, with pauses for a comfortable silence as they exist in each other's presence. It was awkward at first, but Rin enjoys it. He's not much of a talker to begin with, with a tragic resting bitch face, leading media to portray him as a cold-hearted devil of some kind. It's been nice for some articles to see him as a sweet boyfriend, but truthfully he doesn't want any attention at all. That's why he enjoys being around y/n, despite their relationship being fake, she doesn't force him to interact beyond what he wants to do.
"Rin?" She asks, breaking the refreshing silence.
"Hm." He asks, keeping his gaze straight ahead as she directs her eyes to him. If he looks directly at her while she has those sparkles in her eyes, a cute red nose, her cold breath filling the space between them, he knows his façade will falter.
"There's no cameras around. There hasn't been for days. It's too cold for them."
Rin sighs. "I know."
"We don't have to go on these dates. The buzz has kind of died down."
"I know."
"So why are we out here?"
"Do you not want to be?" He responds. He can't answer her question, his only option is to redirect. Rin doesn't really know what he'll do if he has to answer that question honestly. He's been refusing to acknowledge it himself for all these months.
"I do." She answers honestly.
And the silence befalls them again. That lovely, refreshing silence, with the snow falling around them, the chilly air suddenly refusing to affect the fake couple due to the mutual heat rising in their cheeks. At age 24, y/n finds herself reverting back to a high schooler with a crush when she looks at Rin, suddenly unable to approach the situation with maturity when those teal eyes meet hers. The silence isn't comforting to her in the same way as it is to Rin, it acts as a barrier between what she wants to say and what she actually says. But the fact that Rin seems to enjoy just existing with her is enough for her to like it too. Being with him is nice.
But still, she's a grown adult with a life to live. She can't keep leaving things up in the chilly, silent air like this.
"Do you want to break up, Rin?" She asks.
"Why would I want to do that?" He asks right back, once again deflecting her question with another question.
She chuckles. "You do that a lot."
"Do what?"
"Ask me questions instead of answering them."
He sighs. "No."
"No, what?"
"No, I don't want to break up."
She finds herself smiling. "What do you want to do instead?"
"Well what do you want to-" He begins his deflection strategy, but catches himself, realizing she'll likely only call him out for it again.
Rin sucks in a breath, holding it in the back of his throat for a moment before letting it out. He doesn't have a way out of this anymore, and he thinks he might be ready to face it. He's not one to sit on decisions for a while, so although he could stall for longer, he doesn't think that's necessary anymore. He may as well just say it.
"I like you." He admits.
And then that silence again. But this time the silence is different, it's not a silence with nothing, not a silence with space between them and the chilly air enveloping their intertwined hands. Instead, it's a silence filled with y/n's lips desperately attached to Rin's, holding his cheek with her gloved hand.
"I like you too." She replies.
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Cheater : Dick Grayson!version
WARNINGS : SMUT, cheating, unprotected p in v (cause you know fanficion is not real life), teasing, angst, reader going against her own morals - so hypocrisy and poor life choices
MINORS DNI!!
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âDick we need to talk.â She texted
Of course they needed to talk. Or rather Y/N was going to talk and Dick was going to listen. At least that was the plan.
She was getting tired of playing cat and mouse, sneaking around and constantly watching her back. Damn it, she loved Dick Grayson with all her heart, but the thought that she was the second girl was slowly killing her.
Yes. She knew that Dick had a girlfriend. Â And despite that she started meeting him. It was going like that for a few months now and there was definitely more of the tension between them. And someone had to be smart about it, before something wrong would happen.
As much as she wanted and craved his touch, needed to feel him and imagined all the things she would let him do to herâŚâŚ she just couldnât let it happen. It was wrong on so many levels. Not only because of ovary solidarity, but she simply couldnât bear the thought of making someone unhappy. And this was the way it was going to end up.
And that was the reason behind her text to Grayson, who were surprisingly quiet for too long and it got her spinning. What if his girl was around and saw the message? What if he was busy with her at moment, getting so loud he actually missed the notification.
Shit.
She didnât want it, but the jealousy creeped inside her. This was so damn wrong! She never should have started that drama in the first place, but the heart and the body wants what it wants.
âDamn it, Dick. Answer me!â she almost begged, furiously poking the phone with her thumb, trying to refresh the conversation.
âWhat about?â he finally favoured her with the quick response
âYou know what.â
âcome at my place then.â
âIs she around?â
âNo. Sheâs out for some convention. Iâm alone for the whole weekend L Could use some company ;)â
âYouâre not gonna like it.â She warned, biting on her lip and hesitating for a moment before sending that.
âOh, sunshine, I love whenever you are around. Come on over, I am waiting for you.â
So that was it.
Tonight she was going to break this crazy, inappropriate deal.Â
The way to Dickâs apartment was most likely the longest and worst drive she ever had in her entire life. It gave her mind way to much time to wonder how they met (at the Wayne gala), how she found out he actually had a girlfriend (well, to be honest, he pretty much told her that) and how she was going to let him go.
Yes. It just had to be done.
Even if her body and heart were screaming something completely different.
She had only been at Dickâs place for a couple times, since for obvious reasons, it was rather him to visit her. Even if nothing explicit ever happened between them. It was all innocent kisses and hugs and cuddling. However, anytime she actually managed to come, the magnificence of the apartment took her breath away. Grayson was the oldest son of the multimillionaire and it was definitely showing.
Once she stopped her old and a bit rusty car, next to his shiny porshe on the driveway it was clear that they did not fit each other. Taking her sweet time, almost like her legs were begging to turn around and keep things in the same way Y/N managed to walk to the doors and gathering all her strength knocked a few times.
âBaby!â Dick was so fast to open that if Y/N didnât know better she would think he was actually waiting for her. But no, it was just his Nightwing instincts.
Yeah, right. Nightwing. That was just another little thing he was using in their relationship.
Did his girlfriend even know about that other side of his?
Did he even love her?
Because it was obvious that his girlfriend loved him. But if it wasnât reciprocated than maybeâŚâŚ
âBaby, whatâs wrong?â Dick became a bit alerted watching her blurry and distracted gaze. If only he knew how she was fighting inside. âCome on, talk to meâŚ.â He whispered, putting one hand on her waist, the other on her chin making her look up straight at him. Straight into those pretty, honest, blue eyes, she learned to love so much.
âIâŚ.Iâm fine.â She stuttered, raising on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek briefly, pulling away almost immediately.
âNah. Give me a proper kiss.â He leaned forward and captured her lips into his again, this time with more urgency, passion and way more touching her body.
âDick!â she struggled free taking him by surprise âcome on, stop. We really do need to talk.â
âOh, no.â he let out a chuckle âis it one of those itâs not you, itâs me situations. Cause IâŚ..â he stopped in the middle of the sentence noticing her stern gaze.
âCan just come inside?â she sighed deeply.
âOf course. I suppose itâs not the kind of conversation you can have on the threshold?â
Dick led her through the maze of corridors and just following him got her a bit dizzy. Finally they ended up in the living room, as he motioned for her to seat down on the couch, which she refused and completely unable to stay put started walking around watching all the bibelots on the shelves.
âWould you like something to drink? Seems like you need it.â
âI donât.â she mumbled, still walking around. Shit. How was she even supposed to start talking. Not even a single word could get past her throat.
âSunshine.â Dick took a step forward and reached for her hand.
âWe need to stop this.â She burst in response
âEnd what?â
âthisâŚ.â She waved her hand around between them âthis crazy shit going on. I donât even know what we are anymore. I donât know who I am!â
âYouâre the woman I love.â
âOh, really.â She scoffed âthan how come you still have an official girlfriend and âŚ. Me? I am some sort of distraction for you?â
âBabyâŚ..â he sighed
âStop calling me that!â
âI told you, Iâm in this official relationship, because of âŚ.â
âBruce. Yeah, I remember you saying that. But this secret mission or whatever you say you need her for, is taking way to long. And becoming way to real for me to like itâ she pointed at the photos on the shelves in those tiny, cute little frames. âItâs not a mission anymore, Dick. You have a life with her. Not me. And every time we meet in secret it makes me feel dirty. I feel like a fucking whore, Grayson. Even if we neverâŚ.. you knowâŚ.â
âYouâre not a whore. You could never be, my sweet girl.â Before he could reach for her she jumped away and turn her back to him, now carefully observing all the other pictures hang on the walls. Photos of him, of her, of them together. Laughing, kissing, fooling around. Just simply being happy. Â She just couldnât handle it anymore. She wanted him, but not for such price. Not for the price of another girlâs broken heart.
âDo you love her?â she cried out when the tears started falling. It took him a bit too long to answer âdo you love her, dick!?â she repeated this time yelling and facing him through her wet eyes. âDo youâŚ..?â her voice broke
âIâŚ..â he started, but she didnât let him finish.
âFuck you, Grayson! Look what you made out of me!â she clenched her fist, barely holding back for throwing something at him. It was crazy. All the contradictory things she felt just found a way out and instead of confronting him calmly, she was ping-ponging, torn between begging him to choose her, shouting at his face or running away, slamming the door behind her and never getting back here. And the realization that she was acting crazy actually made her calm down in a blink of an eye.  âThatâs it, Dick. Itâs over. I canât do this anymore. Iâm tired and sick of myself. Iâm leaving.â She spun around but before she could really leave, he grabbed her arm and that sudden touch made her freeze on the spot.
âWhy?â he simply asked.
âWhy?â she repeated, eyes growing wide, not that he could see it âare you serious?â
âYes.â He took a step forward pressing his chest to her back tightly, moving his hands up and down her sides âyou know I want you, baby. Why do you keep resisting me?â now his lips were kissing her neck. So lightly, almost impalpably  and yet sending shivers down her spine and making all her noble impulses crumble.
âDickâŚ.. I âŚ..â she moaned unable to hold back due all his touches and nibbling on her skin. She was literally on fire and even if she knew that at this moment there was no way out, she was still trying to fight.
âyes, baby?â he whispered against her skin, hands sneaking under her t-shirt and travelling onto her belly and lower, playing with the hem of her pants and panties.
âthis is wrongâŚ.. â she whined and squirmed a bit, fighting the urge to grab his arm and guide him where she needed âthis ⌠this will be cheating. Youâll be a cheater.â
âThen tell me to stop.â He bit on her earlobe âtell me you donât want this the same way I do and Iâll let you go. Youâll be free of me. Forever. Tell me if thatâs what you want.â
âFuck.â She hissed when his fingers dig under her underwear. Now she just couldnât hide how much she wanted him as well. She was soaked and he felt that. Â
âso, whatâs it gonna be?â
âAh!â she threw her head back onto his shoulders, feeling the tease on her folds âDick!â
âWhat do you want, babe?â
âFuck meâŚ.â She breathed out.
And just like that she relented to him. She was just a girl and he knew how to use that.
âFinallyâŚ.â He groaned spinning her around and in a blink of an eye, pinning her to the wall âDo you have any idea how long Iâve waited for you?â her shirt was gone, all that soft skin exposed and it was impossible for him to keep his hands from touching, caressing and pinching it âDo you have any idea how many times Iâve dreamed about having you like this? How many patrol nights I spend with your body on my mind?â he released her from her bra in one single motion taking just a second to gloat the sight of her bare breast, bouncing up and down because of her heavy breath âbut you were just so stubborn, baby.â He put his lips on hers kissing her with fire that was burning inside him. God, he was going to devour her, trap her underneath him for hours, teach her a lesson for all the times she turned him away âyour girlfriend this, your girlfriend thatâ he mocked, playing with the button of jeans and pulling the zipper down âfuck, you are so much better than her. Youâre the one I want. Shit, youâre the one I need.â
âDickâŚâ she whined, arching her back to him, embracing him, wanting him closer to her. Impossibly closer. She craved the feeling of his naked skin on hers, but knew he wouldnât be the one to satisfy that need too easy. Oh, that little prick was in a teasing mood. âPlease⌠donât âŚ. Talk about her. Not now.â
âRight. Sorry.â He whispered, running hands thought her hair, tilting her head back in the process, kissing the column of her throat. Oh, that sweet view was making him impossibly hard. Painfully hard. She was right in front of him, almost completely naked except for that little piece of material that were her panties. âItâs just you and me now.â he grabbed her hips and grinded on her clothed pussy, earning a loud moan and scratching on his back âyouâre mine.â
âI want you, Dick!â She cried out, once again trying to lift his shirt up but he caught her wrists in one hand and lift her hands above her head.
âNot just yet, love. Youâve been a bad girl, you know. Making me go through a lot of trouble to help myselfâŚ.â
âIâm sorry!â Y/N screamed when he leaned down and focused on her tits, nibbling, kissing and sucking on the nipples, alternatively âIâm sorry, Dick, oh, god, this feels so fucking good. Donât stop, please.â
âIâm only getting started.â He smirked and before her lust-driven brain realized what was happening he tore her panties away, grabbing her backs of her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, holding onto her tightly. He had her. Absolutely exposed, clinging onto him with need, want, lust. She wasnât running or denying what they had. Not anymore. And after tonight he was going to make sure she would never do that again.
âDickâŚâ she squirmed in his embrace, creating a bit of friction she so desperately need, those soft hands cradling through his hair, mouth on his, unable to pull back even for a second. She was going to burn if they were separated for barely a second. âI want to feel you.â
âHere?â he smirked
âNo.â she whined âtake me to bed. Take me to your bed and make me yours.â
***
A minute later she was laying in the same sheets, the other girl used to be in, her hands tied to the headboard. Fuck, Y/N was going to have sex with Dick in the same bed, she was sleeping in. And when he throw her on the mattress and climbed all over her, caressing her whole body and pressing into her, that though suddenly became so hot, rather than repulsive. She was in his bed cause of some crazy scheming, Y/N was here cause he wanted her to. And his every touch and movement were proving that.
âplease take it off.â She glanced at his shirt and this time he listened, pulling it away and throwing somewhere on the floor, immediately focusing back on her.
âY/NâŚ.â he groaned âyouâre better than I imagined. So much better.â
âPlease let me touch youâŚ.â those stupid ropes, he was so good at tying were biting onto her oft skin but surprisingly even to her, this pain was strangely turning her on.
âare you gonna be a good girl for me?â
âYes, yes, please, anything you want.â
âI want those hands on me while I fuck you. I want those eyes staring into mine when I make you feel good. Can you do that, Y/Nâ he lift his head a bit and glanced at her.
âYesâŚâ she gasped âPleaseâŚ.â
âHmmmm.â He tapped his chin âI thought you wanted my pants gone, beforeâŚ..â
âI do. God, shit, fuck, Dick. I want everything! I want anything! Whatever you give me, just please do something âcause I swear I will combust!â
âWe donât want that, do we?â he smirked and did all of those things at once. His cock was free, as well as her hands and she wasted no time in wrapping all her limbs around him.
âYou want me ?â he asked eyeing her
âSo bad, dick, so fucking bad.â
âyou have me.â He pushed in, slowly, not to cause her any pain. It was their first time after all, and since he was planning on many, many more, it wouldnât be wise to give her any trauma. It took him a while to bottom put, all while feeling that sweet scratching on his back, and when he did they both moaned in unison, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of one another.
âYou taste to sweet, so good. So much better thanâŚ.â
âSh!â he kissed him only to shut his mouth up âdonât talk about it.â
âSorry baby.â He extended his hand towards her right side of the bed reaching for something that sparkled a bit in the dimly room and throwing it away. The thing ended up on the floor, broken, judging by the sound.
âWhat was that?â
ânothing important.â He responded, resuming worshiping her and moving slightly. Even though at this point he didnât have to do a thing since she was desperate enough to fuck herself on his cock, he wanted to make her feel good. To prove all those words from before. Her hands digging into his shoulders, grinding on him, lips being connected, teeth clashing, hair getting pulled at was telling him that he truly was doing a good work. She just wanted him closer, deeper, railing her stronger, faster, harder.
âmore dick, moreâŚâ
âI love you.â he whispered, now complying to all her wishes âonly you. I want to be with you.â
âWe can talk about it later, now just give me an orgasm Dick. Cause fuck, Iâm so close, so fucking close!â
âWhat do you want?â
âYou. All of you. Give it to me Dick.â Y/N tightened the grip on him, opening her legs a bit more, allowing him to reach her g-spot, pressing her body tighter, spasming underneath him âjust give it to me. Ah! Iâm âŚ. Iâm gonna cumâ
âLook at me baby. Look at me when you do.â
âAh! DICK!â she screamed when the high hit her, almost making her black out, the only word on her mind being limited to him. âDick, yes, oh, yes, yes, so damn good. So good, baby, so good. Donât pull outâŚ.â Y/N stopped him when he tried to move away from her body
âInside?â his eyes grew wide.
âYes. I told you, I need to feel you.â
âshit, youâre so hotâ their mouths crashed again, swallowing each otherâs moans and groans when his cum filled her up completely. Their bodies sweaty and trembling due to extortion, but not ready to let go of each other yet, instead holding close and kissing, but this time slower, gentler without the urgency from before. Now they had each other, for good and for worse.
âStay with me tonight.â He whispered leaning his forehead on hers âdonât go back to your place.â
âIâm not. ButâŚâŚâ
âI mean what I said before, Y/Nâ he confessed âI love you.â
âI love you too, Dick.â She sobbed and let him hold her and soothe her and whisper sweet words inside her mind.
Was it wrong? Yes.
But was it the best sex they both ever had? Also yes.
And they could think about the future and clearing all this shit out later. Preferably much later. But for now, all they needed was the bliss and aftercare and maybe round two. No talking and no thinking about the future.
Even if the future was heading their direction with the speed of light, since the convention was cancelled.
WhoopsyâŚ..
To be continued? (if someone wants.... :D)
Edit: part 2
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I need your Kaidan opinions for the fave character game. Pwease. đť
From the character ask game.
Oh God, I will have to change my pants by the time I'm done.
Favorite thing about them
Everything??? He's such a complex dude, and all of his complexity is shown so subtly in a way that also reflects him as a character. I love it.
But most of all, his emotional maturity, his intelligence, his self-esteem, and honestly, how incredibly badass he is.
He doesn't use Shepard as a therapist, as a fixer for his problems, as a pillar of strength to lean on. Instead, he always comes into this relationship (platonic or romantic) as an equal, and it's so refreshing to see.
Every other squadmate needs something from Shepard, and with Kaidan it's the other way around. It's Shepard who needs Kaidan, a person who will remind them that what military propaganda usually pushes as "the hardest choices a soldier can make" are actually the laziest choices.
Kaidan knows that killing is easy. Destroying is easy. But showing restraint, showing compassion, trusting someone, doing the right thing, that's hard.
Also, Kaidan is literally the only squadmate who consistently tells Shepard that they can step aside, that they don't have to do everything alone, that they have their team for a reason, and oh god, thank you Kaidan, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Least favorite thing about them
My god, he's stubborn.
And yes, Shepard needs someone like that in their close circle, but oh Kaidan, my man, my dude, my wonderful human being, you have to learn to relax, to let things go sometimes.
I think the main thing about him is that he's actually so passionate, he feels deeply, and friendship and love are so important to him, but he has trust issues, and he has standards, and he's very intelligent, and all of that runs over this deep well of emotions that he carries around.
He wants to love with abandon, but he can't. He wants to do the right thing all the time, but it's impossible. He has to learn how to compromise, how to live in the gray area.
Honestly, there are so many parallels between his and you-know-who's ark, no wonder all his fans feel so strongly about Kaidan.
Favorite line
So, so many.
"I think we're gonna need a bigger boot, Commander."
"I could shoot someone if it would make you feel better."
"Mike Hazer? Hazer the Laser? Almost didn't recognize you. ... You owe me money."
"Looking back, I have a few regrets, but not many. That's pretty damn amazing, right? Messed up kid that I was, never would have dreamed of the life I've had."
"You'll never find out."
I love his sarcastic ass. And I love all the glimpses into that deep well that is his heart. He's so good.
brOTP
Joker! Oh my God, that first dialog between them is fucking amazing. I feel like Joker is one of Kaidan's main sources of gossip (something Kaidan is interested in both professionally and recreationally), and Joker finds Kaidan's dry wit incredibly funny. They get along just fine because they enjoy teasing each other for sport, but other people probably misinterpret this as dislike. Same with him and Ash.
Also, Tali! Two nerds just talking about tech, weapon mods, all that good stuff. And he's obviously very sweet and protective of her. I really have to read about those two.
If we're talking about ME2 squadmates, his choice would obviously be Samara. I think he would've been fascinated by her story, her abilities, her lifestyle and would've hung out with her a lot. They're just very similar people in my mind, and for Kaidan, it would have been an excellent insight into the extremes of the morality he tends to lean towards.
In ME3, he probably hangs out a lot with James and Steve because he likes Steve and he can tolerate James most of the time. XD I think Kaidan and Steve have a lot in common. There's this careful quietness about them. They're both observers, they're both cautious and reserved. And I think Kaidan can see that there's kindness at the core of Steve's soul, and that's important to him.
And finally, mShenko, because whether they end up as a couple or not, they're friends first and foremost. Their romance is purely friends to lovers. Not mentor/mentee+friends to lovers, but friends to lovers. They're open and honest with each other, they care about each other deeply, they know how to tease each other without hurting anyone's feelings. They're equals.
OTP
mShenko. Oh god, it's so good. The slow burn, the maturity of it, how they don't hide behind unnecessary labels and the promises that would probably never be fulfilled. They're just there for each other despite everything, despite their time running out, and it's perfect.
Bonus points for being so obviously horny for each other.
nOTP
Kaidan/Ashley. I just think they work a lot better as friends.
Random headcanon
Kaidan doesn't really like to talk about his childhood, not because it was bad, but because he had a "rich kid's childhood", and things that were common for him throughout his life are actually quite unique and only come when you have a lot of money.
How can you casually mention your annual vacation aboard your family yacht in the company of an Earthborn orphan, a turian from Palaven, and a quarian who spent most of her life on a starship?
Also, both mShep and Kaidan enjoy being knocked around a little from time to time. So they do sparring sessions together, and this shit is _intense_.
Unpopular opinion
He does casual hookups while on shore leave like any other normal Marine. He finds a girl or a guy, fucks nasty, blows off steam, and returns to his duties.
Song i associate with them
Garbage - Control
Favorite picture of them
This one.
Thank you for this ask! I always love to talk about my man Kaidan.
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sooo, i read your fic "like someone i know" and it was absolutely hot AND amazing. i am obsessed with miscommunication of how they thought they hated/were against each other but not. đ
if you do take requests, could you write a drabble or something of them finally dating and bucky still teasing the reader but obviously in love now? JBJDJSHS maybe make the entire class confused bc they're aware of their rivalry. i just LOVEEE the fluff after enemies/rivals to lovers plots. đĽš
if you don't take requests, it's okay!!! your fic was amazing and now i shall read more of your work to my heart's content!!!
Thank you so much for the kind words â¤ď¸
Oh, I absolutely love this! I tried to write a cute drabble and I hope this works for you.
summary: Set after Like Someone I Know. You and your former academic rival, Bucky, begin a secret romantic relationship. What happens when you two have another exam?
pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
warnings: None actually. Pure bickering and a bit of fluff + no mention of y/n.
word count: 842
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
Another day, another test. You feel stressed by the number of lessons you had to study for this one. There were so many things, even though you went through all of them, you feel like you remember nothing. Nothing at all.
You open your bag and reach for your notes while your back rests against the cold wall. Maybe you will feel confident enough if you go through them one more time. Refreshing your memory does not hurt, right?
You start to read and repeat the most important info in your mind, trying to remember where and how you wrote them so you can use them during the exam, but itâs hard to concentrate. Especially, when Buckyâs voice is booming through the hallway. His laugh is so loud, and it annoys you because he isnât laughing like that because of you. Heâs just messing around with Steve, Sam, and Natasha, as usual. You are pretty sure Natasha is the one that made him laugh this loudly, and jealousy takes over you.Â
âFor the love of god, just stop talking for a sec! Some of us are trying to study here.âÂ
No one bats an eye. They are so used to you two bickering before and after exams, but Bucky immediately turns to you. You see the mischievous spark in his eyes. Heâs so amused by the comment.
âDo you mean yourself, princess? Because I donât see anyone else besides you studying right now.â
You make a sour face when you hear him calling you princess. Thatâs new. He usually calls you doll.
âDoes it matter?â
âMatters to me.â
âFine. Iâm trying to study. Shut your mouth, kay? Bye.â
You try to turn back to your notes, but no, Bucky is not done bickering with you. Of course, he isnât.
âDonât worry, you will get a good grade. You always do.â It couldâve been such a sweet encouragement if his tone had been different. It just feels like heâs patronizing you.
âSo what? I should stop studying?âÂ
âYeah. Give yourself a break, doll.â He stops for a second, then dramatically adds. âLive a little.â
âStudying first, living later.â That kinda sounds like a promise, but no one but Bucky gets that.
You think you can finally read again, but Sam doesnât let go of the conversation for some reason. He always likes to interject.
âAre you worried Bucky will get the best grade?âÂ
âOh, come on, Sam!â Steve sounds tired already.
âI would like to see him try.â After years of being rivals, your answer comes automatically. You forget thereâs no need for this anymore.
âI got the best score last time, remember?â Luckily he doesnât sound offended. Maybe he just missed your usual bickering.
âAnd I will make sure that doesnât happen again.â You give him a fake smile. You really want to get the best score, even if that means beating your boyfriend.
âYou always say that, butâŚâ Suddenly he stops talking, and you wanna know how that sentence ends.
âBut what?âÂ
âDoesnât matter.â
âCome on!â You challenge him. He shouldnât stop himself from voicing his thoughts just because you started to date a while ago. Your rivalry is still there. He should be free to say whatever he wants. âSay it.â
âMaybe later.â He resists.
"Come on, Barnes! Since when are you afraid to speak your mind?" Your taunting works like a charm.
âYou always say that, but I never saw you upset because I beat you.â
You canât help but smile. If someone is gonna get the better grade, it has to be Bucky. Any other option is simply not acceptable.
You feel the stares of Steve, Sam, and Natasha on you. They didnât expect this turn of events. They have been holding their breaths to see your reaction. Are you gonna get mad? Snap back at him? Shove his flirtatious comment up his ass?
âIf it's not me, then it has to be you, right?â You watch Buckyâs smile grow while others mumble with confusion.
âIf not my girl, then who else?â
Oh, he really went there. He didnât miss the opportunity to claim you, and even though you wanted to do that very differently, you canât help but feel giddy about it.
You donât say anything at first, slowly walking towards him. You stop right in front of him, staring into his pretty blue eyes. He doesnât know what to expect, so you can see how puzzled he is. You stand on your tiptoes and gently place a kiss on his cheek.Â
âGood luck, baby,â you whisper into his ear, then you just turn on your heels, like nothing happened. âSee you after the exam.â You donât look back, but you hear others talk.
âWhat the fuck just happened?âÂ
âDid she just-âÂ
âI told you they would eventually fuck, Rogers! Pay up!âÂ
âLanguage, Sam! We donât even knowâŚâ
âOh, they definitely did.â Natasha sounds rather amused.
âFine!â
âOh, come on! You betted on us?â Buckyâs charming voice is the last thing you hear before entering the classroom.
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content warnings: student/professor relationship, facials, creampie, reader being extremely horny âš read on ao3 âš (will add later since as of now, ao3 is down) authorâs note: writing abt marco as a way to cope with the fact that i have the most ridiculous crush one one of my professors and it makes me want to explode
Marco knew.
It would, in fact, be very hard for him not to know, with the way he noticed the glances you occasionally gave him during classes.Â
He couldnât say he didnât enjoy it, though.Â
The blond would give you an occasional smile, sometimes a wink, if he felt particularly in the mood that day. Heâd sometimes give lectures wearing almost half-unbuttoned shirts, and youâd steal glimpses of his toned, tattooed chest, thinking of how your hands would feel wandering around his body.Â
But what you didnât know was that it was almost painful for him to resist you. You were just so sweet, and the way youâd instantly start fidgeting and look away whenever heâd tell you how great you were doing at his class or how you got the best grades out of everyone in your classroom tugged at his heartstrings. He wished he could get on his knees and spend the day worshiping you, telling you how beautiful you looked and how glad he was to have you as his student.
Except he couldnât.Â
And the manâs professional ethics were currently being put to test yet again as you sat by his side and he gave you another explanation of the current subject, your shoulders almost touching and the scent of your perfume reaching his nostrils. âI⌠Iâm sorry, Marco. I just canât seem to focus today.â You stare at the classroomâs closed door absentmindedly, listening to the occasional muffled noises of students passing by and talking. âItâs just⌠Iâm kinda tired. Iâm sorry I made you stay after class for this, I just needed to refresh my mind a little bit.â Marco leans against his chair and frowns as you say this, putting one of his legs over the other and staring at you with furrowed eyebrows. âIs something going on? You seem very tired, yoi.â Although he was undeniably very attracted to you, he was also extremely concerned for your wellbeing, and regarding you, that would come before anything for him. You nod, leaning on the table and looking at him. âI just had a really intense week. I could use some rest and all.â He looks at you and hums, closing the textbook and giving it back to you. âYou shouldnât force yourself into studying and staying after class hours if youâre not well-rested, yoi. You should go home and rest.â He ponders for a few seconds as he puts away his things. âDo you want a ride, yoi? The subway gets really crowded at this hour.âÂ
You freeze as he says this, an embarrassed smile making its way into your features. âI⌠I could use a ride, yeah.â You start putting away your materials and stand up from the table, leaning against the wall near the door as you wait for him. âCome with me.â He mutters, before turning off the lights, closing the door to the classroom and grabbing his car keys. âSeriously, Reader. You canât take care of others if you donât take care of yourself. And as a doctor, youâll need to keep that in mind, yoi.â You nod as you follow him to the parking lot and he opens the carâs passenger door for you. Damn, heâs a gentleman too. âThanks.â He gets in the driverâs seat and hands you his phone with the Waze app opened so that you can put your address in it. âTell this Uber driver where weâre headed, yoi.â You chuckle before typing it in and handing him back his phone. He checks it and gives you a smile. âThatâs actually pretty close to where I live, yoi. Kinda surprises me that we never ran into each other while grocery shopping or something.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat as he says this, biting your lip as you notice maybe Marco is much more accessible to you than you thought he could ever be. âYouâre right. Or maybe we just never thought weâd be that close to each other is all.â He gives a small smile at this before turning on the radio, the low music filling the small space of the car as you zone out staring through the window. You didnât lie to him, you really could use some rest. But now that you got some alone time with him, the last thing you could think of was rest. âYou okay there? You look like your mind is on another planet, yoi.â You smile softly at him and nod. âYeah, professor. Iâm just really tired because we had a lot of assignments to hand in this week. All I want to do is to go home and pet my cat.â The blond sends an amused glance your way as you mention your cat. âYou have a cat? Whatâs it called, yoi?â Your heart flutters in your chest as you think of your cat. âHis nameâs Gnar. Heâs a big, fat, stupid orange boy.âÂ
Marco barks out a laugh as he listens to your description of the poor animal. âPoor thing.â You grin as you look out the window, trying to ignore the fact that youâre just a few blocks away from your apartment complex and just enjoy this moment with him in silence.
The few following minutes you spend in silence are excruciating, feeling like an eternity but also passing much faster than youâd like them to. When you come back to planet Earth, youâre in front of your apartment complex and Marco has parked his car to drop you off, giving you a gentle smile. âHere you are, yoi. Now go and get some rest.â You look out the front window and start fidgeting with your fingers. âThanks for the ride, professor.â You pause, trying to think of anything else to say. âUh⌠do you want to come in and have some coffee? Youâll also have the chance of petting a fat and stupid orange boy.âÂ
Marcoâs eyes widen slightly at your request and he feels his heart thump in his chest. Youâre his student, damn it. If his superiors knew about this, heâll be done for.
But itâs just this once, he tells himself.Â
No one needs to know, he thinks, before smiling at you and nodding. âIâll take you up on that offer, yoi. I could use coffee and some time with a fat cat.â Your heart skips a beat as he accepts your offer. Fuck, this is really happening. Your hot college professor is seriously going to your house over some coffee and your fat cat. You get out of the vehicle and Marco follows after you, pressing a button on a remote control to lock the carâs doors. As the two of you go into the building and then glance awkwardly at each other inside the elevator, you can feel your chest flutter and a familiar warmth finding its way between your legs. âIâm sorry if my apartmentâs messy. I havenât got any visits in⌠a while.â He shakes his head, looking at you through half-lidded, tired eyes. âDonât worry about it, yoi. Iâve been your age before.âÂ
You open the elevatorâs door when you get to your floor and start fumbling with the keys to your apartment, and as soon as you take the keys out of your purse, you can hear loud meowing coming from inside your apartment and Marcoâs giggling. âSomeone sure does seem really happy to have you back home, yoi.â You snort and make a gesture for him to come in just before Gnar runs out the door and rubs himself against your legs. âCome on, fat boy. Letâs get inside, weâve got a visitor.âÂ
Marco looks around your apartment. Itâs small, but it feels homey. In your living room, thereâs a couch, facing a small television perched upon a low table, a bookshelf filled with books of all sorts and a few fine art prints hanging on the walls. âItâs pretty, yoi. Matches your personality.â You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you hold Gnar on one arm and use your other arm to close the door. âMake yourself at home. Iâll go make us some coffee. Gnar, be nice to him.â You put the fat creature on the floor and go to the kitchen as it makes its way to Marco, whoâs now sitting on the couch. Â
You actually have to pause a minute to recover yourself as you get in the kitchen and grab two small ceramic coffee cups, setting them on the sink as you fumble with the coffee machine.Â
Your professor is currently sitting on your couch, being smelled by your cat, as you make the two of you some coffee. And not just any professor, itâs your extremely hot professor that youâve had a crush on for God knows how long.Â
Damn it, Reader. You thirsty bitch. You know damn well you donât want to treat this man to coffee.
Well, at least not just coffee. Â
You keep thinking about how youâre actually a complete pervert as you put the two cups under the coffee machine and wait for it to come out, grabbing a jar of starch biscuits and taking it to the living room to place it on the table. When you get to the living room, however, youâre greeted by the sight of Gnar kneading on Marcoâs lap, rubbing his cheeks against the red frame of his glasses.Â
Oh my God.
Your professor is being kneaded on by your fat cat as if he were one of your long-term friends or something.
âI think your cat likes me, yoi.â Says Marco, clearly amused at the whole situation. You feel utterly mortified at whatâs happening, but you figure you canât really stop any of it. You muffle your laughter as you scurry back to the kitchen and bring Marco a cup of steaming hot coffee. âThanks, yoi. Now I just have to figure out how to drink coffee with this sweet, big dude on my lap.â Take me on your lap instead, you think to yourself, looking at the manâs blue eyes. âGood luck.â You say as you lean against the couch, crossing your legs. The blond decides on letting Gnar stay on his lap, leaning against the couch and looking at you as he takes a sip of his coffee. âI really needed this, yoi. Itâs not just you students who have a hard time at college, you know.â You nod and look at him with genuine interest. âRemember when some students got some corpse parts from the anatomy lab and took them home to study, yoi? Because I sure do.â You laugh loudly at the memory, leaning your head against the couchâs back and looking at Marco with adoration.Â
He feels a pang on his chest as you look at him like that, leaning his head on the couch and looking at you as he sips on his coffee. Sure, heâs never had a particularly personal conversation with you, but he knew some of you. How much you loved cats, hated how dry your hands would become after wearing gloves for too long, how you liked wearing crocs around campus even when you werenât going to the hospital just because they were extremely ugly. Mundane, impersonal things.Â
But part of him always wished he knew more.Â
And it seemed like that part of him was taking over as he started leaning his head towards yours, your foreheads slowly touching. He felt Gnar slide slowly down his lap before the cat decided to jump down and the blond managed to spare a quick glance before redirecting his attention to you. You could smell each otherâs perfume and the scent of coffee on each otherâs breath, and after what seemed like an eternity, your lips brushed lightly against each other.Â
It was electric, in all senses of the word.Â
You felt a pang inside your chest before pulling away. It felt like an electric shock and you jumped back, drinking another gulp of your coffee before putting the cup on the table as if trying to convince yourself that you werenât dreaming. Meanwhile, Marco didnât know what to do with himself, looking at you with wide eyes as he ran a hand through his blond locks. âProfessor, IââÂ
âDonât.â He says as he sets his cup on the table and pulls you in for what youâd call an actual kiss, licking your lower lip and putting one of his arms around your shoulder. âIâve wanted this for so long, yoiââ He pauses and lets out a groan as you bite his lower lip and tangle your hands on his hair. âProfessor⌠I never⌠I never thoughtâ'' He chuckles. âYouâre so clueless, Reader. Iâve wanted this for so long, yoi. I just never thought weâd ever have an opportunity to-ââ You cut off his words with a kiss while slowly climbing onto his lap, unbuttoning his shirt and running your hands up and down his chest, tattooed skin feeling satin smooth under your fingers along with thick blonde hair. Marco shivers under your touch, and you figure maybe itâs been a while since heâs done this. âReaderâ ohââ You smirk as you fondle his nipples slowly but firmly, watching him throw his head back. âAre you sure, yoi? Iâm your professor and Iâm much older than you.âÂ
âI know,â you mutter, your lips gently.grazing his own. âAnd thatâs why I want you, professor.â Marco groans at your words, rolling his hips to try and somehow stimulate himself, earning a moan from you. You take this as a chance to grind against the blond before standing up and looking down at him, and you can see the confusion in his gaze. âWhy did you stop? Changed your mind, yoi?â Before you say anything, you drop to your knees and start unzipping his pants only to pull them down to his knees along with his underwear, and you salivate as his dick springs free. The length is average, but heâs thicker than any other of the guys youâve been with. You wink at him before giving a slow lick from his balls all the way up to his blushed tip, looking him in the eyes. âShitâŚâ He puts his hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to keep going, and at this, you take as much of his length as you can, jaw aching slightly due to his girth.Â
âFeels so good, Reader. You really are my best student, yoi.â You can feel your hole clench at his words as you keep on stimulating him with your mouth and tongue, giving his tip a few rough licks and occasionally pressing open-mouthed kisses to his length. His moans start to get more and more high-pitched as his sensibility heightens and he starts slowly thrusting into your mouth, gently enough not to make you gag, but roughly enough for your spit to drip down your chin. You feel him throb as he gives your mouth a few more thrusts before pulling out. However, before he can say anything, he comes, the thick, white liquid spraying over your face. You open your mouth as soon as you feel the first few spurts hit your face and smile as you see Marcoâs eyes go wide, licking a bit of his release from your plump lips. âIâm sorry, I havenât done this in⌠a while, yoi.â He looks extremely embarrassed, and you canât blame him. You thought he would probably get more action than you believed he did, but maybe he didnât have much time for it.Â
âCan you take some more, professor?â Marco nods before letting out a sigh and leaning against the back of the sofa. âJust⌠give me a few minutes to recover, okay?â The man pets your hair as you lay your cheek against his thigh, smiling at him as if you were in a trance. Youâve thought of having him all to yourself many times, but you never thought it would actually happen, especially not right after finding out he lives so close to you. You stand up to sit on his lap, slowly rubbing your wetness against his length, only to feel it start to harden again as he lays his head back. âYouâre a real menace, Reader. I wouldâve never guessed my best student was also the best at such filthy things.â His hands slide down to your ass and knead on it slowly, then slide up to your love handles and lower belly. âGodâŚâ You feel the blond start grinding his dick against your drenched pussy, teasing your folds slowly with his tip, and let out a low groan. âFuck, professorââ At this, you feel one of his large hands sneak between your legs and circle your clit as he looks at you teasingly. âProfessor, please, please, pleaseââÂ
And then, he canât hold back anymore.Â
He pushes two thick fingers inside you and curls them towards himself, looking for your G-spot. âYouâre so wet. Do you get this wet whenever youâre at my lectures too, you minx?â You nod, biting your lip and looking down at him through half-lidded eyes. Two of his fingers thrust against your G-spot slowly as his thumb gently circles your clit, earning sighs effortlessly. He massages your sensitive spot a while more before pulling his fingers out and groaning as he licks them clean. âYou taste just as amazing as I thought you would, yoiââ He then pauses and his hand directs itself to his hardening length, lining it up with your entrance. You donât give him the time to thrust himself into you as you sink yourself on his dick. biting your lip and looking at his widened eyes. âItâs okay, professor-â you let out a moan as you move your hips against his. âIâm on birth controlâ fuckââ Marco nods and gives your asscheeks a firm slap, digging his fingers on the soft skin. âSay my name, yoiââ The blondâs nails will probably leave crescents on your skin later as he sinks them on your buttocks, moving you up and down his thick length. You bite your lip and look at him, teary-eyed from the stimulation. âOh, Marco!âÂ
Soft, full lips press against your skin as he smirks, never ceasing his movements as he has his way with you, whispering praises and hands occasionally stroking your thighs. âReader, Iâ Iâm close again, yoiââ He murmurs against your skin, slowing down to try and keep himself from reaching his limit and you think for a few seconds before giving a devilish smirk. âCome inside me, Marco.��� Youâd fantasized about this so many times, his skilled hands exploring every inch of your body, plump lips against yours, blue eyes staring at you as if you were the only person on Earth. His moans snap you out of your trance, as heâs clearly unable to hold back anymore. âOh, shit, Iâm gonna come againââ And you feel him throb inside you as he empties himself for the second time, now inside you. âSorry, yoi. You didnât even get to finish yet.â He looks to the side, seemingly embarrassed, but you give his cheek a kiss and flash him a smirk.
âDonât worry, professor. Youâre not leaving this private tutoring session too soon.â
#one piece smut#one piece x reader#op smut#nana writes#marco x reader#marco the phoenix#fushichou marco#op x reader#one piece reader insert#op reader insert
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TFONE s/i lore dump đŤś
There might be TFONE spoilers so if youâre planning on seeing it, skip this one!
Okay so you know that post I made a few months ago where I explained that some iterations of my TF s/i are a reincarnation? WellâŚmeet Karina! Youâll be seeing more of her when I learn how to draw TFONE OP who is on the backlog because of all the other versions Iâm learning to draw.
Lore dump under the cut!
Aaaanyways, currently Karina only exists in two continuities, one of which is the Oneverse. So this applies to the film only, though there are similarities between her and TFP Karina.
- Despite Kaiyo being her reincarnation, she and Karina and quite different. Karina is an alien from other planet (donât ask me the name I havenât thought about it too hard đ). Her appearance changed drastically as when her was on her home planet she was one of their top soldiers, and even went by a different name. She had short, cropped black hair.
- She didnât really enjoy her life there, as she was mainly a soldier because of her natural talent and because she struggled to think of anything else to do with her life.
- She is jaded and pretty closed off, using snark as a defense mechanism basically because her feelings were always shut down.
- So basically how she meets OP is she becomes part of a travel program (think like studying abroad) and absolutely falls in love with Cy.bertronâs inhabitants and environment. Finally, a chance to start anew on a different planet, one where she can leave her past behind!
- However, unbeknownst to her, she is part of an effort to form a military alliance with other planets, so the seemingly innocent travel program is darker than whatâs on the surface. Also she has a complicated relationship with Sen.tinel that I havenât flesh out quite yet itâs very toxic.
Anyway, enough angst, letâs get into how she meets/gets together with O.rion! âşď¸đ (again, some minor TFONE spoilers)
- Okay so the film starts with O.rion sneaking into the archives, right? That actually happens to be where he and Karina meet in both continuities (under different circumstances). Karina was given partial access to the archives, so she was able to bail O.rion out one time when he was sneaking in there.
- At first, she was very blunt and closed off with him, but he quickly wore her down with his cheery and genuine personality. Like that chair video I rbed yesterday is their dynamic. Sheâs relucatantly charmed by him and finds him refreshing. Finally, someone who isnât just interested in her usefulness. Someone who doesnât ask for anything in return for kindness.
- He, being the curious guy he is, is fascinated to meet someone from a different planet and offers to show her around, and they quickly become friends. She also becomes close with D-1.6 (which makes his betrayal hit even harder because she considered him a good friend too).
- Once they start dating, O.rion is always trying to do sweet things for her, which Karina is not used to. She tries to reciprocate in her own way, but sheâs not used to it. Agh I donât have everything fleshed out right now but theyâre both really cute at the start of their relationship.
- Iâm not sure how their relationship changes once he becomes a P.rime, so stay tuned for that because there is only tragedy ahead for Karina. Itâs okay though because theyâll find each other again in a few millions years âşď¸đ
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(Absolutely not) Micro BL and GL Reviews
I spent the last couple of weeks being ill in bed with very little energy. Not great, but also it meant that my limited ability to get up and move around much gave me endless time to catch up on a bunch of shows that I'd let fall by the wayside (or never even started in the first place), and now I have thoughts to share!
Joy? Joy! Welcome to yet another set of my talks about shows that is supposed to be small but never actually is.
Completed
Wandee Goodday: This wound up being way sweeter than I expected from the promo material, but I'm not complaining. I genuinely love shows where most of the people are just trying to get alone while being decent, and that was certainly the vibe here. I was happy with the sex positivity and the introduction of Kao being ace, although I will admit that I felt like it was a little too "let me educate you" about that bit at certain points. That said, it's a topic that maybe needs that kind of thing in this context? I also really really loved that Dr. Dee and Yak got it together and spent a bunch of episodes just being adorable and dealing with struggles that had nothing to do with their relationship. It's so refreshing to see adults being in an adult relationship and actually acting like it. There were several times when the show could have just manufactured drama for drama's sake and chose not to and I really respect and love that. It was also fun to see Title appear in a role that wasn't to cause problems. And Char and Yei were fucking adorable my god. 8/10
We Are: Way better than I expected, if I'm honest. It got a little draggy for me at the end, but Pond and Phuwin always give solid chemistry and I finally got to see what everyone likes so much about Winny and Satang paired together. I never watched MSP and I never will because it's just a little too young for me, but Toey and Q were fucking cute so I get it now, guys. I especially adored Toey - Satang plays endearing brat very well. I also really liked Tan and Fang - their teasing dynamic worked for me. Also Boom is so pretty my goodness. I do think that it was trying to juggle too many couples but as I already said it dragged a little for me at the end so I think they could have done it with better pacing. It seems to me that New has a thing for dramas driven by internal conflicts, and that was We Are all over. The plot advanced as the characters did, which I can understand might be frustrating but I find that if I'm in the right mood I eat it right up. Especially ones like this, with mostly sweet people just living their lives and trying to do right by themselves and each other. Cute, earnest, a really good friend group. It probably won't be something that I revisit much or that sticks in my mind for a long time, but I had a good time. Giving it a 7/10, mostly for the pacing stuff I already mentioned. It kinda lost me towards the end.
My Marvelous Dream is You: idolfactory's second GL and I think I wanted to like it more than I wound up liking it. The chemistry was good and I love the cast (even if I think my girl Silvy was way underutilized), but the plot was a little...not great. I'm still not entirely sure what it was going for, or why the shared dreams were important. I really liked Ae (Kim's mom). And Wan was my favorite. Girl was messy and brash but my kind of messy and brash if I'm honest, and I cheered aloud when she went off on Mawin's family. They were awful. Awful, too, was Mawin in the end. I get being hurt but I always get a little (a lot) irritated when people mess with someone's livelihood out of pettiness, so him fucking with Kim's business because she broke up with him (and yes, in a really shitty way but also lbr here he knew she wasn't into him in some ways he did that to himself) was never gonna do anything but piss me off. It does amuse me that Heng has now played 2 dudes in idolfactory GLs who very nearly marry one of our heroines when she really really doesn't want him and he's very aware, though. I find myself wondering if he's gonna go for the third in The Loyal Pin (I hope he does). 7/10
Love Sea: I loved this one. I knew I would. The premise had me from moment one, lol. And frankly, Fort and Peat deliver on chemistry so it was kind of a no brainer for me. I knew that Trongrak was gonna wind up being really messy the second love came into the picture, and I was absolutely right. I love how he was perfectly fine with Mahasamut holding him and defending him against his shitty dad and following him around and getting all jealous when he implies he's going out to fuck other people (and whether or not he'd have done it is up for debate - I think he would have forced himself to try and failed miserably because that's my favorite lol) and take care of his niece like family, etc...but the second the word "love" actually makes its way out of the dude's mouth he can't handle it. My only quibbles were Prin - why was she so awful for no reason, MAME? The dad - he was not an effective villain to me. I wish that he'd been a little more menacing but I guess it works that he just let Tongrak think that he'd done a lot of things that he hadn't, and I do like that he was basically squeezing money out of both Tongrak and his mom just by showing up on occasion and assuming that they wouldn't talk to each other (which they weren't, both trying too hard to protect their family from his sliminess). I also like that it was finding that out that made both of them snap out of it. And last but not least - what the FUCK, MAME. How dare you give me that lesbian side couple and make it SO COMPELLING and actually get me invested than then not actually offer a resolution because oops, we're on episode 10 now and it's time for the love issue between Tongrak and Mahasamut to rear its head? How very very DARE you. Genuinely this made me the angriest and dropped my personal enjoyment a lot. I haven't seen the special yet so maybe that gets addressed (it SHOULD I was INVESTED), but while I would probably have given it a 9 (I really liked it a lot okay) I am dropping it to a 8/10 for that. Tempted to drop it to a 7 because I am petty.
This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans: Another one I really liked! The chemistry between Sailub and Pon is absolutely scorching and while I have noticed that actors are getting a lot better about it in general, I always take notice when they are so entirely comfortable with not just the steamier scenes but the emotionally intimate ones as well. I love when I am watching a show and I can believe that the characters want each other and like each other, and not like a part of them isn't flinching at the very idea of it (unless that's the character, but just go with me when I say that there's just a very specific vibe you get when one (or both) of the actors isn't comfortable and I think it actually happens more with the sweet, couply stuff than it does the steamy stuff. But I digress). Chemistry like that can help me forgive quite a bit.
I liked how obnoxious Wan was in the beginning - I did not expect that and it was annoying but also kind of delightful. He grew on me despite my initial annoyance. Oab was a little different - he annoyed me right out of the gate by not calling Kao Suay and telling her about her dad. I get the respect thing, I do, but also what if he died and she was abroad, none the wiser? How would everyone have felt then? Keeping it from her was NUTS, and I don't even care that Kluer called her and told her for nefarious reasons. Someone had to. Oab's wishy washiness with her when she came back annoyed me too - a personal failing of mine has always been that I don't have time for that kind of waffling. I just wanted him to make a choice and stick with it (and was doubly annoyed as it became clearer and clearer what his choice was and he still couldn't just say it). Thank goodness he had Nubnueng there to gently prod him into finally doing the thing.
I wish Kluer's turn to villainy had been more evil, but I guess that wouldn't have made sense for this show, since no one really was, not even Enemy No. 1 Methas. Speaking of which, I wanted to like him and JJ more than I did in the end. I did like them, but I guess I just wanted more development there than I got in the end. They were cute though JJ was hands down my favorite character. I understood Methas so much. I also really enjoyed his relationship with Wan.
One thing that I thought was utterly hilarious was Oab's pettiness. As a petty person myself I can't help but find opening a new restaurant to steal all of your ex's customers because he wouldn't just apologize for, you know, deceiving you for most of your relationship and initially planning to sell your restaurant to the one man in the world you emphatically never wanted to own it absolutely hilarious. No notes Oab you keep rocking on. 8/10
Currently Watching
The Loyal Pin: Everything in this show is so damn pretty it's hard for me to think about much else. Especially Freen, and it seems like all the show wants to do is remind us of her beauty at every moment. Which, well. I am not complaining the woman makes my breath catch.
But this week I finally started paying a bit of attention to something more than oooh pretty, and I am genuinely wondering if this show isn't going to be all pretty dresses and gorgeous women falling in love and carving mangoes and if maybe there aren't some extremely serious things swimming in the waters.
Watching Anin wield her power this week hit me way way harder than all the ways that she'd been doing it before, and in a way that made me think a lot harder about how she'd done it before as well. I think it's because usually she sticks to manipulation to get what she wants - she's charming, she smiles, she talks people around - but last ep she dropped all pretense a couple of times, and we watched it cut more than once. Anin is a woman who knows exactly what she wants and she has the means to get it, she is spoiled and she will do whatever it takes. Other people have talked about it better, but I will say I am absolutely fascinated, and am genuinely curious to see if this is going to be addressed or if it's just the way it is. I also want to see if there's something that will butt up against Anin's frankly terrifying amount of power. Something she can't either manipulate or brute force her way through (although in the end I bet she manages to do one or the other anyway).
Also, kisses. Teach Pin more things Anin! She's a good student.
The Trainee: This show was not really on my radar at all, and I'm genuinely not sure why I decided to pick it up. Maybe because I was finishing up another GMMTV show and it was next in the youtube queue?
Whatever the reason, I'm so glad I did because I fucking LOVE this show. it's my favorite thing airing right now and that I never would have expected or believed.
It really is so good though. I think for me it's that it feels realistic - maybe in a way that can be uncomfortable for some but I love it. No one here is perfect, it's not just the mentors constantly schooling the kids because even though they are older, they are still growing too, and still have things to learn. Especially when it comes to Jane, who is my favorite character in the show I think and is hands down the best Off character I have personally seen. I am so iffy with Off normally that my adoration for Jane is confusing me, but he's so good. He's an adult and he handles most of his problems like an adult (which frankly I think is sometimes missing from these shows), but still has moments where he fumbles because he's still human. And I like that when he does fumble, he apologizes. I'm also really in to the whole deal that happens in the workplace where people think he's a certain way and judge him for it, but he's really just...dedicated. Strict, yes, but not entirely uncompromising. I dunno he's just a great character.
I also really like how this feels like an ensemble show with the romance not at the forefront. I don't always want that but this is so well done that I'm happy for it. I like that we have gotten to showcase each intern, their struggles and their achievements and just...growing up and learning to handle that scary point in life where you're really starting to enter the adult sphere, with all it's responsibilities, but still not ones that are entirely on your shoulders. If you do things the more traditional way, that is - I know a lot of us were in that world well before college. Still, it does resonate with me.
I am also enjoying the insight we're getting into the background of production. Such as how much work and effort goes into even the smallest change in filming even something that seems as simple and straightforward as an ad. Imagine how hard it would be to reshoot scenes from something like a TV show, especially considering the stuff like location, OT, cast and crew...I had already guessed a lot of it, but it's always nice to be proven correct. I like being right, what can I say? And the Ryan's awkwardly trying to draw people out without directly asking them how they are After Work Corner is very charming. I like that it gives insight into the business but also Ryan, who I do sometimes feel is the weakest of the interns. Which is insane because he's played by Gun Atthaphan, but there you go. I did like that he was brave enough to ask Jane about his feelings last ep, and I'm looking forward to seeing him more in his element (or at least what he's used to) next ep.
I really hope this show continues to impress.
1000 Stars - This is a rewatch for me as I roped a friend into watching for the first time. I warm up to this one more each time I watch it. The first time I was annoyed with Phupha's everything but I feel like I get him more and more as I go on. I also love a show that has heart (heh, this show has heart ror sure (and this is why we can't take me anywhere)) and this has a ton of it. It also amuses me whenever Phupha and Tian start doing their intense staring thing and there are other people around. I bet they're all just like "welp there they go again we've lost them, best go about our business" and leave them to it.
I also always forget Khaotung is in this one. Every time I watch I'm like "oh yeah" when he shows up. It's so funny to me.
Looking Forward To:
Peaceful Property (28 Aug) - Is it BL? Is it bromance? Who knows. Do I care? I...don't think so. Whatever the romance situation it looks like a ton of fun, and I am excited to see Tay back in glasses and to see this cast, especially doing comedy.
Kidnap (06 Sep) - This one also looks like fun. I love Ohm, Leng looks like he's doing a good job matching him, they seem to have good chemistry from the trailer. And pettily I'd watch this anyway because some of the shenanigans of certain fans have made me that annoyed. Good for me that it looks like something I'll like regardless, I guess.
Pluto (???) - GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME. It has been 84 years I am DYING here. If it doesn't get released this year I might actually cry, but I am hoping that it will.
There are others I am looking forward to (honorable mentions if you will): My Golden Blood, The Heart Killers, ReVamp (still a stupid title), Friendshit Forever, Hide & Sis, Us - but all of these are either not filming yet or so early into their schedule that I'm not letting myself get too excited for them. And for The Heart Killers especially I don't want this to be an Only Friends situation where I got really hyped and then was inevitably kind of disappointed (at first - I shook it off and came back around eventually lol). I just wanna go in there and have a good time - I'm excited to see that entire cast do a romcom, I think it'll be fun, and that's about all I want to expect out of it. I'll get excited when we get an air date.
Also thinking of picking up 4Minutes since it's on Gaga now, apparently. And maybe trying to find My Stand In since it's over and I can inhale those deliciously toxic fumes all in one (or two) sitting(s). And maybe, just maybe, poke around for BL and GLs outside Thailand, lol. I feel like it's been all Thailand all year for me when I used to watch JBLs and KBLs too.
Any recs?
#wandee goodday#we are the series#my marvellous dream is you#love sea the series#this love doesn't have long beans#the loyal pin#the trainee#peaceful property#kidnap the series#rambles#reviews#i really should stop saying micro they never are
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BREWING LOVE NEXT DOOR (masterlist) Chapter 1
Jung Wooyoung x neighbor! Oc (Yujin)
Synopsis: because of her mother who loved coffee, Yujin had an unhealthy obsession with caffeine. Feeling down? Coffee. Feeling great? Coffee. Passed a test? Yay coffee. Failed a test? Naur, coffee. Her friends joked about her having more caffeine In her veins than blood.Now, after leaving her hometown and coming to Seoul, she was excited to study in KQ University. Will she die of shock after finding out that the handsome barista was her neighbor? Will she realize why people actually have crushes on baristas? Will she be able to confess?
Genre: cafe!au, fluff
Warnings: nothing really, oc is pansexual, yeosang makes a joke about 'obsessive fangirls'.
Word Count: 1k
Note: the first chapter! Yay! Also NOT PROOFREAD yet.
The chapter's under the cut!
Yujin's POV
Caffeine can be addictive, it can cause insomnia too. And if a person consumes it almost daily, it can be hard to live without it.
How I wish my mother knew that. Because, if she did, I wouldn't have grown up with caffeine, and wouldn't drink it everyday. Wouldn't need to buy it from my local cafe nor would I be standing here. Outside the University studentsâ favorite cafe.
Refresh & Recharge Cafe
It was famous for being a comforting place, with students inside, studying and spending alone time, or hanging out with friends.
When I was in my hometown, there was a local cafe I really liked going to. It was calm, the owner even had a black cat which I loved.
But since I came to Seoul to study in KQ University, I keep missing both the coffee and the cat, her name was Nabi.
So now, as I stood in front of the Cafe, my heart was racing. I slowly stepped in and saw a small line, about 5 people, in front of the counter. I stood in the line.
I always heard all of my friends talking about their âbaristaâ crushes. Unfortunately, I never had one. Probably because an old couple ran the place. They were Nabiâs owners too. They normally worked there. So, I never really had a barista Crush.
Though, I loved seeing the couple. They treated me like their granddaughter. They were always so playful, romantic with each other.
Anyways, back to the present. There were just 2 more people in front of me.
âCaramel Macchiato with an extra shot of espresso.â I recited in my mind as another lady took her order and left the line.
There was another guy in front of me, blond hair. I couldn't see his face as he was wearing a mask.
âThe regular.â
The guy in front of me muttered to the barista and the barista chuckled.
âWhen will you order something else, Sang?â
The barista, who's face I couldn't see yet as the guy in front of me was tall, spoke.
âProbably after you get a girlfriendâ The guy muttered, grabbing his drink and leaving. The barista scoffed.
They probably knew each other, might be friends, might even be bro-SHIT. I forgot it's my turn.
I looked up at the barista, about to speak. But his looks stopped me. Beautiful eyes, sweet smile, a small mole under his eye. Kissable lips and a very boopable nose-
âMaâam, can I get your order?â
The barista snapped his fingers.
Fuck, this is embarrassing.
I straightened up and said, âoh, yes, sorry. Can I have a Caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, pleaseâ
He smiled, cute, before replying, âit'll take about 3 minutes.â
I nodded, watching him prepare the drink. He then handed it to me. I muttered a soft âthank youâ before sitting down on a table.
So is this how it feels to have a barista crush? I mean, he's pretty attractive. But I don't know anything about him. Not even his name. So I don't think so.
I had a weird relationship with Love. The person I had a crush on in high school had a crush on another person. She even came to me asking for advice to confess to her crush. I was, shockingly, not sad.
And yeah, I did have a crush on a girl. I'm Pansexual. I came out to my parents in my last year of high school.
While my father said it was fully my choice who I like and that he didn't have any problem, my mother just said, and I quote, âYou can love whoever you want, and you can marry whoever you want. Just maybe adopt a child if your lover or you can't carry one. That's also optional by the wayâ
So, I guess, I'm lucky to have parents like them. My older brother however, told me to be careful even if I date someone of the same danger. He said âgender doesn't matter, a psychopath isn't always a man, nor is it always a woman. It can be non-binary or gender fluid.â
I understood what he was trying to say but you gotta agree with me, that was weird wording.
I took a sip of my macchiato, looking out the glass wall. It was a calming early September afternoon. Although Seoul was a rather busy city, it was calming in this part of the city.
I kept browsing through my brain for a new story idea while watching the scenery and sipping coffee.
Nobody's POV
Finally, as his shift ended, Wooyoung went and sat down at the table his best friend was sitting at. Yeosang finally looked away from his laptop and up at Wooyoung.
âDone staring?â,He nagged.
Scoffing, Wooyoung replied, âI wasn't staring at you, stop dreamingâ
Yeosang rolled his eyes. âI wasn't talking about you staring at me, you dumbass. That girl. You were staring at her.â he gestured towards her in a way others won't understand.
âMe? Staring at who?â
âGosh, you're so stupid. That girl. The one who was in line behind me, that one you have been staring at while making the coffees.â Yeosang sipped his own latte.
âI-I just thought she was pretty, okay? It's not a big dealâŚâ Wooyoung drifted off.
âBut dear Wooyo, don't you realize that your fangirls got very jealous of her? They were furious. I'm surprised they didn't actually try to do anything stupid.â, Yeosang teased.
âCome on! They aren't my fangirls, I'm not some typa celebrity. They justâŚlike my coffee, I guessâ Wooyoung explained, knowing really well that wasn't the truth.
âYeah sure, it's the coffee.â Yeosang sarcastically claimed.
Wooyoung sighed, looking back at the girl one last time. because their cafe served very quickly and right in the line, they never took names. Which Wooyoung was regretting now.
âI wonder what's her nameâŚâ he thought while looking at her.
Suddenly, Yeosang made a camera gesture with his fingers and pretended to click a picture.
âCaught in 4k, motherfuckerâ he smirked and Wooyoung just facepalmed. He couldn't believe that this was his high school best friend. Or maybe he couldn't not believe it.
He looked out the window, taking in the calm atmosphere. Watching the trees carefully, he could tell that it was a windy afternoon. Thank God, he brought his jacket with him.
And there we have it! The first chapter of Brewing Love Next Door. This series was supposed to start way earlier but the drafts got deleted twice đ so I also changed up the story a little bit. This is just the beginning and we have a lot more to see! Have a great day!
And remember, a like, reblog or just a simple 'It was good' comment can make an author happy!
Love, Annie đ
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I watched Only Friends... and It Was Definitely An Experience! **SPOILERS**
I knew going into it that SandRay was the most popular Only Friends couple, at least that's what it seems like based on how many posts/edits there are about them over all of the internet, but it's so rightfully deserved!!!
I couldn't care less about TopMew, they were just pretty boring to me and I did not like Top at all. Mew was alright, though I will say I loved his petty revenge arc. BostonNick I thought was doomed from the start so I kinda made myself not get too into them? Nick is a sweetheart while also being a conniving little spy so I thought he was pretty fun and liked him a lot but, like Top, I hated Boston (basic of me, I know). But SandRay??? Loved every second! I think Ray is such an interesting character with so many layers and it's so fun to explore his life, and I absolutely fell in love with Sand. I love everything about him and he deserves nothing but to be able to attend all the music festivals in the world. Also quick shout out to Sand & Nick's friendship, it's so refreshing in this messy tree of relationships lol.
It's crazy to me that some people didn't enjoy SandRay as much, but some complaints I've seen are pretty valid tbh. I've seen people complain that the only reason people loved them so much more than the other couples is because they had the most screentime, and that's fair, but they also had the most to cover with their stories: both individually and together. I know this is fully on the writers, I've also seen people complain about SandRay being way more developed than the other characters. These complaints are extremely valid I feel, and I honestly believe they would've been better off doing either a show made up of three short series focusing on one pairing at a time or a show focusing on SandRay as the main couple (they have enough to their stories/story that alone it could take up a whole 12 episodes easily) with BostonNick and TopMew as sides with the possibility of getting their own series after (kinda like UWMA with BU even tho I know it's a different company). Either way, we got what we got with SandRay, and I, for one, enjoyed it thoroughly! I personally don't really understand what's not to like about their relationship, I thought it was at least mostly realistic and they suit each other so well it's insane.
Back to my complaints, I really hated the pool scene with Sand, Ray, and Boeing. Like, really hated it. Also the fact that Ray tried to say Sand was still in love with Boeing after the huge difference b/t the two kisses... was insane. I also disliked the scene with Ray and the therapist because no matter how sweet and also heartbreaking it is the second-hand embarrassment is the actual worst.
Now onto what I enjoyed: obv SandRay and Sand & Nick's friendship since I already mentioned those. I also enjoyed the way all the characters were connected in different ways, it was so much fun to untangle all the relationships! I like the way the show tackled alcoholism and made it realistic, as well as the way it tackled betrayal within the friend group (looking at you, 'Ton) in a realistic way.
Now, I have to mention the acting and chemistry between the couples. ForceBook was meh to me. This is the first thing I've seen them in it and they didn't really blow me away with their chemistry but I did enjoy their acting! I do think this is because I didn't really like the couple, so I'm not really holding it against them and I do plan to watch A Boss and A Babe at some point. NeoMark was very good! Both the chemistry and the acting. Neo has never been my favorite actor, (sorry if this is controversial) I like him fine but he never really blew me out of the water, he's just always done good, but this series he was insane! He played Boston so well he made most people hate him and that's always impressive when it's done by such a well-liked actor. I knew Mark was gonna kill it and he did. I love Mark. The chemistry b/t these two was surprising but enjoyable (speaking purely on what I saw as someone who skips through most saucy scenes). Now... FirstKhao. I expected everything from them and I got everything. I 1000% know that they are joining OffGun and GemFourth as one of my favorite pairings ever (who am I kidding they did that after I watched The Eclipse). Just the pure talent these two have is unreal and the chemistry is off the charts. The fight scenes broke me and the bonding scenes made me feel butterflies, just everything about them is perfection. Also wanna make a special comment on First b/c he has climbed my ranks as one of my favorite actors ever extremely quickly but I mostly see people talk about Khao, (which is so valid; man is insane as well, I just prefer First for whatever reason), but the way First plays all of his characters is so hypnotizing to me. Like the emotions he portrays and the way he completely transforms into his characters with his body language just impresses me so much. I'm def rambling now so it's time to wrap this up!
Anyways, putting aside others' complaints over the best couple SandRay, as well as my own complaints and compliments, I think overall it's a really good show and the drama is fun! So so messy but since it's all fiction it's fun to get sucked into! I'd tell anyone to give it a try at least!
Also wanna end this by saying if you disagree with me on any of this that's totally okay! All opinions are valid! Plus, I went into this with extreme actor bias towards FirstKhao (esp First), so that definitely tied towards my instant love for SandRay.
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After a refreshing week back home with family, I felt overcome with the urge to write a sweet Harringrove reunion. I hope you all enjoy!
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Steveâs practically vibrating with nerves as he stands outside the coffee shop, in a hunter green sweater that Robin says brings out the colour of his eyes, and dark wash jeans that he hope actually highlight his ass as well as he thinks they do when checking himself out in the front hall mirror. Billy always was an ass man. Steve hopes he still is.
Almost four years to the day since he and Billy called it quits, whatever âitâ is, as theyâd never defined their relationship before deciding a clean break would be best when Billy got in his head that he needed to be back on the west coast, loading up his Camaro and flying out of Hawkins without a glance in the rear view mirror.
Two weeks after Steve and Robin arrive in San Francisco, Robin for post-graduate studies and Steve because what the hell else does he have going on?
A day after Steve looks Billy up, laughing at the formality of William Hargrove printed in the phonebook before placing a call to his home, leaving a rambling message and a request to see the beautiful, freckled blond.
Three hours after Billy returns his call, chatting with Robin for a minute before requesting that she hand âpretty boyâ the phone.
Steve scans the street, turning his head left and right, wondering if heâll even recognize the one that got away all those years ago. Has Billy changed as he became a man, or is he still the same grinning, freckled brute of a boy?
Itâs weird, he thinks when he finally spots Billy, how it feels like decades have passed, but also as if itâs been no time at all, since he and Billy were pressed together, mouthing kisses and nonsense onto each otherâs sweat slick skin.
There he is, at once exactly the same and completely different, his deep and piercing gaze and the swagger in his hips, tits perky as ever, with more tattoos added to keep the smoking skull company, his shining curls in a messy bun. Steve longs to pull the pink scrunchy from his head and run his fingers through those curls like he used to, on long afternoons spent tangled up in his sheets in each otherâs arms.
âSteve,â Billy greets him in a voice deeper than heâs used to, deeper than the one that used to whisper made up love poems to Steve, accrediting them to Byron and Burns, âhow the hell are you?â
Steve doesnât know whether itâs appropriate to make physical contact, to scoop Billy up into a hug the way heâs longed to since the day he watched him drive out of Steveâs life, so he waffles for a moment before Billy makes the decision for him, pulling Steve into his arms, as warm and comforting as ever.
âIâm good, Billy,â Steve replies, fighting back against the lump quickly forming in his throat. As hard as Steve thought this would be, itâs ten times harder. âHow are you?â
They spend hours catching up over endless cups of coffee, talking so long that the barista asks them, not so gently, to please leave so the staff can clean up and go home.
They find themselves at the beach after talking their way through the streets, as if beckoned by the salty ocean air. Before they know it, they find themselves caught up to present day and caught in each otherâs arms, the scene much the same as they left it, except for the sheets traded for sand that blankets them like Steveâs duvet did back then.
Tears are shed and promises are made to never do something so foolish as split up again, as they fall into Billyâs bed just as the sun rises, deciding together that one day, the silly plans they executed years ago will be a funny anecdote they tell to friends. Werenât they dumb, their former selves?
Steve canât tell the future, but he has a good feeling about it, a good feeling about the boy snoring next to him, golden skin shining in the morning sun. Steveâs never going to let him go again, if he has it his way.
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