#they need to be head over heels for each other and yet it's performative at the same time do you see the vision tell me you see the vision

[the-way-astray]

i must be the only (kind of) unironic aldella shipper in this entire fandom . . .

[strawberrymochin]

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ☀︎

Rockstar!gojo x art student!femreader

synopsis- satoru gojo fell in love with you when he was 17. He tried everything to gain your attention—joining the student council, participating in every extracurriculars, performing well in academics yet nothing worked. That was until high school. In college, having been forced into a band, he needed to find a new artist for their posters which he requested shoko to take care of. What he didn't expect was shoko to bring you as a volunteer—

warnings- college!au, satoru being heads over heels for you, he’s so damn in LOVE save my boy, friends to lovers, misunderstanding, SEMI PUBLIC SMUT, fingering, oral fem receiving, PUSSY DRUNK GOJO, dirty talk, creampie, BALL OF FLUFF, ANGST, mentions of smoking and alcoholism, super cute ending

w.c- 8.2k (have faith)

a/n's note- i'd poured out my heart in this (especially the smut). i hope you all do like this. your comments and reblogs are highly appreciated as it helps motivating me for writing long ass fics. taglist is open you can ask me to join. love ya' all!!

When satoru met you for the first time, he was 11 years old. 

You were the daughter of his mother’s friend whom he heard of so many times. Though the accidental reunion in the mall while grocery shopping was the first time satoru ever had the opportunity to meet you face to face. 

It was a totally random encounter, coincidental even, you can say when your mother recognised satoru’s mom and both squealed like teenagers. They'd a lot to catch up with, thus having their kids entertain each other in the play section was convincing enough for them to chit chat in a cafe.

And this is how satoru ended up being stuffed, hand in hand with you, to go enjoy in the play section as his mother patted his back, asking him to be good to you. 

“Don't leave her hand, okay toru?! Make sure you both stay together.” His mom said before scooting herself with your mom. 

Satoru looked at you, his hand locked in yours as you made eye contact with him before shying away, looking in the other direction. He stood confused before pulling you to the gaming section, without any word. 

He scanned amongst the box of video games, before pulling out one which caught his eyes with his unoccupied hand. He gave a side look to you, reluctantly asking “you want to play this?” 

You gaze down at the video game he held in his hands, eyes sparkling a bit, if satoru wasn't seeing things, then raise your head to look at him again. “It has vibrant colours.” 

Satoru nodded, feeling a little giddy that you liked his preference. “It's called mario kart.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widened as he revealed the name. 

“Do you know how to play it?” You shake your head at his question. “Then I can teach you!” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, let's go and install it on the playstation.” 

By the time satoru’s mother returns with your mum, they find satoru giggling along with you, hands still locked with each other, as he points to various stacked video games. 

That day slowly came to an end and satoru didn't get to see you for the next two years till your giggles became a distant echo and your face a blur. 

By the time he was 14, he almost forgot you. 

Until that one day when he noticed you, sitting alone with your lunch staring at the sky at the campus of his high school. 

You were biting on your chopsticks with dreamy eyes as recognition drew in satoru's mind. 

Y/n— he thought. His brows frowned, thoughts slowly going in a muddle. How are you here? eating lunch in his high school campus unless— you're a student over here too! Satoru felt foolish, his lips slowly curving in a smile lifting one hand, abandoning the basketball in the other to greet you. 

However, before he can get his words voiced out to you, gaining your attention, a brown haired girl comes up to you dragging you along with her in a hurry. 

Satoru's hand froze in mid air, awkwardly stretching it above his head before bringing it down and turning towards his friends. He sprinted back to his group resuming the game, yet his mind stayed with you and your dreamy eyes. 

He wanted to say ‘hi’ and watch your eyes grow wide before nodding your head just like you did back then. He wanted to show you the basketball he was holding and maybe teach you how to play ball just like he did back then. 

“Oi satoru! Why are you missing the catch?!” one of his friends shouted, breaking him free of his daze. “sorry…taking a break!” He said, excusing himself, before going and plopping himself down on a nearby bench. 

He recognised the brown haired girl—Yura. She often came to him asking for little favours. Did she know you? A friend? You studied in the same school and yet he only saw you today. Where were you all this time? Satoru was the same age as you. So you were bound to be in the same class, maybe different sections but he knew students from the other sections too. How come he didn't notice you yet?

The recess was over soon and he ran back to his class. Before entering the class, he noticed you again, hurrying to the class next to him. 

Class 1-2.

Satoru felt silly as he read the classroom name in his mind. 

As the final semester rolled on and a new semester started, satoru found out class 1-2 changed to class 2-2 and this year he was in the same section as yours. 

He was excited to finally be able to talk to you without any awkwardness. After all, you were in the same classroom now— which means you will know him when he introduces himself on the first day of class. You will see him, introducing himself aloud and clear and recognition will draw on your face as you remember him. 

That's what he initially thought the night before the first class. Until satoru felt the urge to perfect his speech and kept on practicing it, holding the crumpled sheet in his clammy hands, past midnight. 

As a result he woke up late and by the time he hurried himself to school, the self introduction was half-over. He mumbled his apologies to his homeroom teacher, before hastily introducing himself and going to his assigned seat. 

With that his perfect speech plan of gaining your attention bombed miserably. He raised his head in the direction of your seat—first row second desk, way far than his— fourth row last desk. 

That's when he decided with the determination inclining in his heart to get your attention and make you remember that it's him. 

The plan was simple. He just have to wait till recess and watch his chances closely. Once you're free and alone he will go make a move saying ‘hello’! Maybe even ask for your number. 

Recess hour came by and his plan chose to bite the dust with girls and boys swarming around him to get his number and be friends with him. The group kept him occupied for the entirety of the recess and by the time he was done you were no where to be found in class. 

Similar things happened the next day and the next day and the next day, never ceasing to leave him alone. 

Satoru eventually came up with another plan— excelling in academics. The more he's good in academics, the more are the chances for you to come up to him wanting his help to understand a problem. And the plan worked exceptionally well with girls frequenting him with a doubt in their lesson— except for you. 

This time satoru came up with his active participation in extracurriculars and sports. The more he active he is the more is the chance of you joining the same activity or maybe seek his assistance for the upcoming sports day.

This plan too, was indeed prodigious and did attracted a lot of attention except yours. 

His last option was of joining the student council. As the spirited member of the top student council, you might come up to him with a problem you're facing or anything you want to change. 

So, without thinking much he did joined the student council, hoping to finally gain your attention. However the following week, concerns and requests for changes decreased promptly. The other council members sighed, few scrutinizing satoru. After all no one in the entire school would want their so very handsome, energetic and popular Satoru Gojo to have a heavy work load after school. 

“Since we don't have any work to do now, thanks to gojo-kun, I'd gladly like you all to only maintain the regular class desk arrangement.” the student council president announced before leaving the council room. 

Satoru sighed, this isn't what he thought. He just wanted your attention not the entire school’s. Everyone looked at him, when he walked, when he sat, when he ate, people always turned around to take a second look. Yet you never laid your eyes on him. Even being in the same class you never came up to him to chat. 

Back slouched, with his tie undone, he slammed the door open of his classroom to pick up his bag. 

You flinched. 

Hand covering your mouth, a dust wiper on the other, you looked at him as he froze. 

One entire year, was how satoru spent to gain your attention, to get you look at him, and when it finally happened the time seemed to halt. The sun rays pooled into the room with slow breezes messing up your bangs and satoru couldn't mutter a word but stare.

Conscious about him gaping, he tore his gaze away from you before shutting the door, this time gently. 

The council president asked them to take care of class desk arrangements. However, the desks in his classroom have always been arranged, even before he joined the student council.

“you…um arrange the desks everyday?” He said fixing his tie, slowly walking up to his desk, wiped clean by you. “Yes.” 

Satoru accompanies you cleaning and arranging for the rest of the time in complete silence. Soon you take your leave, and so does satoru but this was the time he was happy like really really happy. 

He didn't exchange any words of recognition with you, from the day at the mall. He didn't talk. Yet he was beaming radiant, for just being with you, momentarily alone, in peace. 

That day soon came to an end and another year passed by. Satoru did nothing but admire you from afar. This was the only way he felt the closest to you. He saw how you wiped and arranged the desks everyday; help people without even letting them notice; lend the only pencil you have without a word; and care for the garden whose garish flowers were disregarded by others. 

The more he saw, the more he knew you. And the more he felt his heart slipping away. 

You were kind, gentle and soft. You noticed people behind their masks. You regarded the smallest of the things with such care. And your delicate hands, often smeared with paint, held the responsibility of others without complaining. 

He often saw yura asking favours from you, shoving her cleaning duties to you, sending you to get her lunch from the 7-eleven nearby and never once you said 'no'. You were so so precious. 

He knew he’d to stop; the way you engrossed him, linger on his mind all day to the point that he was unable to think of anything but you was straight up creepy but his eyes never stopped searching for you.

Even in the midst of the crowds on a random road his eyes would unconsciously seek for you. 

And by the time he was 17, satoru was hopelessly, absurdly and miserably in love with you.

Another year passed by and he could do nothing but stare. And the fact that you often looked at him too made things even worse. 

He was so down bad for you that he couldn't keep on going like this anymore. He was so sure he'd confess to you on the day of graduating the high school, not caring about rejection. 

Satoru stayed up an entire night, perfecting his confession. But by the time the graduation ceremony ended and he went to look out for you, you were nowhere to be found. 

He asked yura about you, to which she replied that you went back home early and satoru had his heart broken at 18. 

He couldn't move on easily but giving you up was the only option left. Unwillingly, satoru made his devastating decision of giving you up. He never thought he would see you again until a few years later in college, shoko brought you right in front of him. 

“We need a new artist to cover up for this concert.” said geto suguru, stuffing his phone back in his pockets. “Why? What happened to ren?” 

“Got himself into an accident and fractured his right arm.” Geto plops himself back down on the couch beside satoru, before pulling on the fretboard of his bass. 

“Should visit him then.” 

“Forget it.” 

“Why?” frowned satoru, geto suguru—his best friend, the one he went to middle and high school with, was not the type to feign indifference. His behavior indeed had satoru confused. 

“Nanami informed he got drunk at the last concert before getting himself into the accident. Drunk driving it is.” 

“Did yaga find out about this?” 

“Fortunately, he didn't. Nanami covered the case before him finding out,” geto brought his hand, swiping back his string of bangs, “if it reaches yaga, he will ban us from using the campus stadium.”

“lucky I'd say…so what now?” The next concert is in 3 days and the band poster is still incomplete. 

Shortly after satoru joined his college, suguru started a band along with two other guys. The band was doing well but due to a disagreement they decided to split up. Suguru then suggested satoru join the band and the following year they gained another member named nanami kento. 

They used to hold performances at random pubs but as its popularity increased, the college decided to give them the campus stadium to hold their concerts. Something they did extra was hiring an artist to do their band poster— hand-drawn. It'd become a little tradition— a lucky charm says suguru, and now that their artist had broken his hand right at the eleventh hour before the concert they will have to— 

“Find a new one.” 

“nana—” geto shuts him before he could finish his sentence. “Nanami is trying his best, so am I. So, you try finding one too.”

“How am I supposed to?” 

“Well I'm sure if you go with a face like this to the art department, people would volunteer in a line.” 

“Same goes with you, why don't you go and ask. I'm sure if you could wear your shirt a little loose you can surely get your clingy ex find a good one." Gojo says in a mocking tone, grabbing his guitar and looping it around his back before leaving the club.

He was sure annoyed, but he will have to find one, geto wasn't in a mood to joke earlier either. Rather than going by himself, he decided to ask shoko get it done for him; he was sure she'd agree for a few packs of cigarettes. 

Walking on his way to the parking lot he texted shoko to meet at their regular cafe. 

“Sup!” 

Satoru smiled knowing shoko could never fail him, even if she didn't agree right away a little guilt trip will do. 

“All good?” 

“Yeah, what do you need?” 

“Just a little favour.” 

“And what that might be?” 

“Get an appropriate artist from the art department. Ren broke his arm and suguru's so down about going himself, ya’ know about his ex,” shoko started grabbing her cup of iced coffee to retreat when gojo slammed two packets of cigarettes on the table. “I've two more packs to offer.” 

Shoko returns to her seat, a big smile on her face. “Okay! Since I'm your empathetic, gracious and compassionate friend, I will try and see what I can get done.” 

“Yes please…” 

“I'm not doing it for cigarettes ya’ know.” 

“Mhmmm” satoru nods his face dramatically.

“Get the other two packets out.” 

“Sure.” 

Satoru knew four packets would get the job done as he parted away from shoko, driving his way back home. 

And the next day when shoko texted him that she got a volunteer and is bringing her to the club, he didn't expected it to be you.

Shoko looped a hand around your shoulders “so this is the club,” chewing a gum, “and this is satoru gojo.” 

“Hi…” you said looking at him, before taking a look at those instruments laying behind. 

It’s you. It's really you. He couldn't believe his eyes yet stood unblinking as if you were some mirage and will fade away once he closes his eyelids.

“Gojo?” Shoko waved a hand infront of his face and realizing he didn't respond to you, he bent his torso bowing to you. 

“Woah,” shoko’s face scrunched up, cringing at his behavior, “when did you start being all formal?” 

You giggled at her comment while satoru hushed her with a series of ‘shut ups’. 

“I'm—” 

“Y/n.” satoru whispered almost as if reminding himself the way your name sounded in his lips. “Y/n, i know.” 

You chuckle at his words, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You know her?” shoko tilted her head at him, not expecting you to be acquainted with him. 

“We went to the same high school.” You say when satoru does nothing but gape at you with dreamy eyes. 

His heart did a whole somersault at your sentence. You remembered him; you remembered his name; you remembered he was in the same high school as you. The fact that you regarded him made him so giddy that he was practically ready to throw his hands up in the air or kiss the floor on which you walk.

“Kay’ I'll leave you guys to talk then.” She smirked before raising a cocky eyebrow at satoru, excusing herself from the club. 

“So…you're the only one?” 

“Huh?”

“In the band— i mean…”

“Oh no” he dragged, “there are two more members along with the back musicians…” 

You humm, taking a proper look at the club. 

“You like it?” 

“It has vibrant colours.” 

Your words echoed in his ears, the same which you said to him at the mall. Oh how bad had he wanted to hear those.

“The jazzies,” you read the name of their band aloud, “why jazzies? You only play jazz?” 

“No…we play all sorts of music…it's just a name suguru chose for the band.” 

“you do originals?” 

“Both originals and covers. Anything suguru comes up with.” 

Your mouth forms a little ‘o’ as satoru explains to you. 

“geto seems to be doing all the stuff, what do you do?” 

“You know him?” satoru’s brows furrowed. “Whom?” you ask.

“geto…geto suguru.” 

“Ofc, he was in the same class as us.” 

“Oh.” 

Ofcourse. Both he and geto were in the same class as you. It was no big deal for you to remember both of them. However, accepting that he wasn't any special was bitter. 

Satoru’s eyes followed your figure as you went out to reach for his guitar, mindlessly drawing your finger on its printed patterns.

“You didn't answer my question…”

“I guess I found you for our band.” 

When none of you says anything, satoru breaks the ice, clearing his throat.

“You know how to play?” 

“Err…no.” 

“I can teach you.” 

He slided his index among the few string instruments before pulling out an acoustic one, bringing it to you. 

“Hold the fretboard with your left hand,” satoru pulled the strap over your shoulders, “and bring your right hand over the body, fingers near the sound hole— yep that's right,” he turned your back to him, gently holding the back of your palms. 

“Now, pluck the chords for me,” his chest was against your back as he guided you through the strings. 

“Like this?” you ask him.

“Yes, you're doing very well.” 

The guitar in your hands, played smoothly as satoru guided you through it. 

Just like when he taught you how to play mario kart. 

Satoru looks down at you smiling in excitement. Oh how cute you looked like that. He could admire you twenty-four seven, never wanting to tear his gaze away, for you're that ineffably eesome in his eyes. 

Time almost ceased when you looked up at him, eyes crinkling with a smile that soon died as red creeps up your cheeks. 

Satoru’s face was mere inches away from you, his eyes wavering down to your lips. 

“SATO—RU— oh,” geto bursted in along with nanami causing you both to flinch. 

He quickly leaves your hand. 

“Y/n??” Geto dragged out your name, looking at you with his eyebrows knitting and lips forming a silly smile. 

“Hi,” you pull the strap over your shoulders abandoning the instrument on the nearby couch. “I'm here to volunteer.” 

“You do?” 

“Yeah…” 

“That's great! I can't believe satoru even managed to talk—” satoru smacked him mid sentence. 

Nanami, for some reason, found the ceilings very interesting today, totally ignoring his two seniors.

Geto explained to you about their little tradition of hand drawn posters and showed you the posters they used for the last concerts. You, then, asked them to send them a group picture of the three and their preferences for colours and themes. 

“For that I might need your number—” 

“I- i can send it to her…” Geto passed a suggestive smile at satoru, which he ignored and awkwardly forwarded his phone to you. 

“Yeah that sounds fine. Here's my number, save it and text me later.” 

“Kky!” 

You pull the sling of your tote bag up to your arm, giving them a little nod, before turning your back to leave. 

“Wait!—” satoru held your arms frantically pulling you back. He hurried to the back near the couch you plopped the guitar and shoved it to you. “T-take it.” 

“Ah— no I can't do that.”

“Take it. You can learn how to play and I- I can teach you.” he tried not to stutter yet failed miserably. 

“No i rea—”

“consider it as a gift— from me.” 

You frowned a bit but agreed anyway. 

“That's really sweet of you satoru! I will wait for your text! Bye!!” 

He waved back to you. 

“What was that?” Geto implies in the direction of the exit door through which you just left. 

“nothing.” 

Later, You sent the photo of the finished banner to satoru. It took you 42 hours to finish it. 

Satoru on the other hand was practicing really hard, totally different from his half hearted performances from the previous ones which wasn't unnoticed by the other members. 

He has to be the best. After all, this concert will be different from the previous ones. This time you will be there to see him, cheer for him, and notice him. 

You soon bring the banner rolled up to the club. “Woah! You really did a great job.” 

“This is much better than ren’s.” says nanami before going back to his drum set, giving you a thumbs up.

“Satoru?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“You liked it?” 

“I loved it. It has vibrant colours.” You giggled at his answer, shifting your direction to his gaze. His fingers seemed to flake off any dust on the surface of your work, handling it so gently. 

It wasn't his fault he felt so overwhelmed. All these years he'd yearned for one kind word from your lips yet he was left starving. 

And now you'd drawn him with such precision, that it was as if you were accustomed to drawing him for the hundredth time. 

His heart fluttered at the thought. 

“I will be there at your concert,” you say, turning your back to him. “All the best!” 

The campus stadium was full with a bunch of students and hippies, it was really hard for satoru to try locating you amongst the sea of crowds. 

The music rang loud, brisking fiery cheers from the crowd, full of vim and vigor. The spotlight shone on the three— geto with his vocals and string of bass; satoru with his acoustic guitar; and nanami with his drum set. 

The crowd roared in excitement as music coursed through their veins. 

Will you be cheering too? 

Satoru raised his head from the guitar, plucking chords effortlessly, to his audience. 

And as if it was fate that drew both of you together, his eyes found yours. You were there in the vip section, along with shoko and another girl. You were moving with beats, swaying your arms in rhythm to their music. 

His eyes locked in yours as you waved a hand at him. Oh how, how pretty you looked. Everything except you was a blur to him. 

The crowd goes even more wild, seeing satoru blush, not sensing it was you who caused it. 

The concert continued till past midnight as the vibrations thrumming around the air slowed and wrapped up with their ending song: “Where Our Blue Is.”

As the applause slowly start to dissipate, satoru pulled off his instrument, running to the edge of the stage, and hopped down the raised platform. 

The college girls shrieked baffled, some even reached out, grabbing on his wrists and clothes. He politely got out of their grip making his way to the vip section, geto and nanami following him. 

The still air felt electric as he approached you. 

“you liked the show?” 

“Ofc it was amazing!!” The girl beside you answers in your stead, whom he now recognised as yura.

“It was really good.” you say swallowing a laugh bubbling up your throat at his huffed out appearance. 

“Thanks to your banner, it even attracted more audience.” geto remarked, placing his arm around satoru’s shoulders.

“Thank you.” 

“You should thank me for bringing her in.” Shoko reclaims, looping her hand around your arm, “let's go steal some shots.” 

“Oh no i can't— i don't drink. And I need to hurry back home it's late.” 

“Kyaahh— you've let me down y/nniee. Only two packets of cigarettes can get my mood uplifte—” 

“I will bring it tomorrow.” You say shutting up her whines. 

“kk bye and text me when you get home the rest are joining me right ?”

“Count me out. I'll be driving her home tonight.” Satoru says sheepishly, ignoring the smirks and exchanged looks of his bandmates, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

“No but I was about to go home with her —” yura interrupts.

“Satoru’s fine. You're coming with us.” Shoko dragged her along with geto and nanami, which satoru was glad of. 

Finally he'd be alone with you.

He guided you to the parking lot from the back of the stage, before getting his car keys out. 

It's metallic jingle echoing softly as he presses the button on his key fob. The car responds with a soft beep unlocking as satoru opens the passenger door, holding it open for you. 

“Here,” he gestures with his other hand, “get in.” 

“Sure.” You say gulping thickly.

The thick smell of your cologne mingling with the leather scent of the car.

He closes the door before sprinting to the other side, getting himself in. “Don't— ” he stops you when you reach out for your seat belt. “Allow me the honor” his finger brushes against your skin as he reaches out for the seat belt. 

Your heart practically jolts at his action. 

The click of the seat belt buckle echoes softly in the quiet car, as he straightens back to his former position. 

“Where do you live?” He clears his throat, starting the car engine and flicking on the headlights before pulling out the car into the driveway. 

“In the downtown.” 

“That's quite far from the campus, how bout I drive you everyday back home?” His eyes suggestive, making you chuckle.

“I can't let you do that.”

“Why?” 

“Since it's far from the campus and you won't be visiting often.” 

“Who knows, I might be visiting your place often.” 

You turn your face from the window to look at him. 

“What?” 

“I will have to— to teach you guitar.” 

You crack up at his silliness, finding yourself melting again.

“Okay fine. But that still doesn't counts.” 

“Why not!” 

Since that day, satoru did visited you often, sometimes barging in with shoko and sometimes alone teaching you how to play guitar, plucking on chords and notes. 

And you attended all of his concerts. Their previous artist has recovered now and has resumed his work, so you no longer work with them. However they insist you tag along each time and it's not like you complain. 

You liked satoru’s company. He was handsome, charismatic and popular. You'd watched him your entire high school. He was the one of most popular students, good in a millions of things, starting from academics to being athletic. He'd win every sports competition and even participate in all the extracurriculars. You'd admired him for he could do the things which you didn't had the courage for. 

You liked how he didn't judge people, helped them in their need, and even took care of those garish flowers nobody seemed to double take.

You'd previously met him before high school, though he never brought that up. You wondered if he even remembers the day at the mall. You wanted to ask him so bad, however—

Your world was only limited to papers and paints.

So you painted. 

You painted him so many times that you'd have more than five sketchbooks with paintings full of him.

You wanted to be friends, maybe even more than friends.

But that didn't matter now. He was near you and you would do anything to keep your thumping heart in control and not have satoru cut you out of his life. 

But how can you?

How can you control it when satoru so gently, so lovingly, takes your hand in his. When he smiles so sweetly at you. When he teaches you how to pull chords and other instruments. When he drops you home from college almost everyday. When he hugs you and tells you to take care. 

How are you supposed to be just friends when he's so overly affectionate to you?

Or maybe it's just your overthinking.

Satoru was always polite and sweet, he'd always been sweet to others and you were no special. 

“What are you thinking baby?”

You come out of your daze, rolling your eyes at the nickname.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that…” 

“Not my fault you aren't paying attention to me…” he pulls you closer to him, resting his face on your shoulder. 

“Have you always been this hungry for attention?” you ask, getting yourself comfortable abandoning the guitar beside you on the couch— of the club.

“I've been starving.” 

You cringe at his words. Satoru has another concert today and they just finished practicing an hour ago and now they are taking a break. 

Geto and nanami and other back artists wanted to get some fresh air so they left you and satoru alone to entertain each other. 

“Are you really skipping on me?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. 

“I've a gallery exhibition tomorrow.” You need to scoot back home to get ready for it. It's a big event for you to showcase your arts. 

Satoru hummed, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck, “I'll be there. You're going to do great.” 

An uncertain lump forms in your throat, hard to swallow, you say nothing. Your heart was in a conflict again, no matter what you can absolutely not—

“I will be going then. All the best for your concert.” 

You push satoru away, reaching for your tote bag from the side of a random arm chair. “Wait I will drop—” 

“Who's leaving?” shoko barges in with yura and others. 

Satoru points at you. 

“I just got here. You can't leave already.”

“Yup! Yup! Please stay a little longer, baby. I'll drop you back home, no worries.” 

Shoko exchanges suggestive glances with geto and they somehow persuade you to stay a little longer.

They start practicing for another round when shoko pulls your head closer, “what do you think about gojo?” 

“Huh?!” You shout over the music, unable to hear her. 

She grabbed your hand and pulled you outside, with Yura following closely behind you both.

“What— “ 

“What do you think of gojo?” 

A burning sensation hits you slowly as shoko’s question registers in your mind.

You ears turn red. 

“Eh…um h-he’s a nice guy. A nice musician…and—”

“And?” Shoko wiggled her brows at you, a sly smile on her face. 

“A-a nice friend.” 

“Just a friend?” You nod at her, seemingly more embarrassed at her implications. 

Shoko's face literally radiated disappointment. It was as if someone told her that cigarettes are now banned in the country. “I think he's interested in you,” you choked on air at her remark. “No?” 

Yura shrugged. 

The music slowed down and then paused, bringing your conversation to a momentary halt. 

Satoru rushed outside, complaining about why you left in the middle of his practice.

“Bruh, chill, I'm not trying to steal her away from you. We're just talking!” Shoko jokes as you laugh all flustered. 

Just when you were about to leave one of his fangirls suddenly appeared from nowhere and threw herself into his arms, wrapping hers tightly around his neck. He stumbled back a step, surprised, before regaining his balance but he didn't put her down rather he spinned her around before setting her back down, with a polite smile on his face. 

The other members just saw the scene unfold with amusement. Nanami was surprised at the fan’s boldness and geto simply observed the scene as shoko rolled her eyes, finding it hysterical.

“What do you think of shoko’s remark?” said yura, looping her hand around your arm. 

“What?” You say suppressing the slow tinge of jealousy. 

“About gojo being interested in you…” 

“I-i don't think so.” 

You try to laugh it off.

“Yeah, he's just polite. To pretty much everyone.” 

Her words felt like a splinter to your heart. You shouldn't feel like this. It'd happened before— not now again. 

Yura’s right, satoru is just polite and will do the same for everyone what he does for you— because he's kind. And you're no special.

The entire ride was silent. Satoru kept asking you if anything was wrong but you just guised a smile at him, insisting it was nothing.

The next day at the gallery event, you behaved oddly. You smiled at him but  didn't reach your eyes, your answers to his question were of one word, even avoiding his touch. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked warily.

“No.” 

Days passed by and you distanced yourself more from him. 

Satoru, on the other hand, was almost losing his mind. His world turned upside down. You stopped coming to his concerts, ignored his texts and even refused to let him drop you back home. 

It was yesterday you’d allowed him to teach you the guitar yet today you behaved as if you'd long forgotten him. You were cold and distant, leaving him puzzled by his own thoughts upon your sudden change in demeanor. 

He couldn't help but wonder whether he'd done something that made you this upset? 

You'd said it was nothing.

Then why?

What the fuck did he messed up?

Satoru missed you terribly and violently.

He eyed you from the inside of his car parked a bit far from your department. Today was another day you refused his offer to drive you to class. ‘I'm kinda sick so I won't be going.’ This was what you'd texted him the morning and yet there you were getting off your uber. 

You lied to him. 

“Come with me to their concert today.” Shoko urged you, her lips pursed in a thin line. 

“I'm sorry—”

“No you're not so sorry. Tomorrow’s Saturday, come with me, gojo’s getting mad without you.”

You suck in a breath at the mention of his name.

“What's wrong?” shoko says sipping the last of her drink before plopping it on your tea table. 

“Nothing.” 

“Then come.”

You agreed eventually. Attending the concert won't be a big deal. 

And it wasn't, except for satoru’s piercing gaze burning holes in your back. You accompanied Shoko backstage and casually greeted everyone— including him. 

“God, haven't seen you in so long.” geto side hugged you as nanami gave you a nod of acknowledgement before running off to the stage for some last minute preparations. “Satoru missed you like crazy.” 

You attempt a weak smile in satoru's direction, darting a hesitant glance his way. His gaze was fixed on you, but his expression was unreadable, almost giving shivers down your spine. 

One of the other members suddenly hurried over to Geto, urgently speaking about some issue, he politely excused himself and exited the room, closely followed by Shoko. Now, you were left alone with Satoru, the only two remaining in the room. 

“I should go and check what's the proble—” you try sprinting your way out the door, “wait—” when satoru stops you. 

His hand on your arm, preventing you to go any further and when you struggle to get out of his grip, he tightens his grip even more slamming you to the wall,  pinning you caging your body. 

“What's wrong with you?” 

“Gojo you're hurting m—” 

“Gojo?” His voice cracked, grip losing before letting your arms go, “why? Why must you do this to me?” 

“Do what?” You drift your gaze away unable to look at satoru, who's this close tearing up.

“This— why must you do this? Why must you ignore me? Why must you be distant from me? Why must you lie to me so that I won't bother picking you up or dropping you home? Why must you reject my affection?” He sucks in a breath “You know I can't live like that—” 

“why?” 

“Don't pretend like you don't know…” 

“no no don't say it,” you throw your hands up in the air frantically, “don't— I can’t fall again…no— I know you're just being polite and you will do this for anyone, but I can’t help it if I don't—”

“I love you—” he whispers, bringing your hand up, placing the palm flat to his chest.

“No you don't.” 

“Yes I do— what do you mean you can't fall again,” he suppresses your struggles of wrenching free your hand from his grip. “You have no idea how crazy I'm for you. I love you and I've loved you since I was 17. I was about to confess to you on our graduation day but you just disappeared leaving me alone. And now that I have you I'm not letting you go— make no mistake baby, if there's anyone I’d ever kneel for— it'd be you.” 

Thick silence covered the entire room, except your heavy exhales. Satoru gojo was inches close to you, your hand still laid flat against his heaving chest. 

“B-but I wrote you a note confes—” 

“What note? I never….” confusion twisted on his face bitterly. 

“You threw it in the dustbin— the one I wrote to you the day before graduation.”

His face told the truth, as he shook his head denying it. He never received any note from you— nevertheless having the audacity to throw it in the trash when he'd been hopelessly in love with you all these years.

“Yura told me—” you shut your mouth as the realization hits you. The person whom you considered as a friend backstabbed you long ago. 

She lied about him discarding it while it was actually her who had stolen it off his desk before satoru even noticed.

Your head raised in embarrassment, ready to apologize for the misunderstanding when suddenly, Satoru's lips met yours in a tender kiss. The kiss was filled with such affection and tenderness that you felt as if you might melt in his embrace. His arms held you close, firmly yet gently, as he deepened the kiss. Your heart pounded in your chest as you responded to his kiss. All thoughts of the misunderstanding were forgotten in that moment of pure intimacy before satoru pulled away with frowned brows and a dazed smile. 

“Tell me, would I kiss anyone the same way I kiss you?” he pulled you again, smacking his lips on yours as he snaked a hand around your waist, the other, still firm, holding your palm. 

You could feel his heartbeat going rapid the more he deepens the kiss, sucking on your upper lip. 

He pulls away again.

“Tell me, would my heart beat the same way as it beats around yours?” He smacks his lips again, this time pinching your waist making you gasp as he slips his tongue in.

His hand fumbles with the hem of your dress, pulling away again, a string of drool connecting both of your lips. “Would I be breathless the same way as I'm now?” 

His hand travels up your inner thigh, till it reaches the wet blotch of drenched silk. You grasp his shoulders, when he starts drawing circles over the fabric, smirking before nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. 

“Satoru, what if someone walks in—” your body jolts, nails digging into his back as he pulls the fabric to the side, plunging a digit in without any warning. “Let them…” he goes back to sucking your skin while rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit. 

Your teeth sank on your bottom lips, his finger slowly plunging in and out of you. “Nngh ‘toru, you’re—” small trembles quivered through your body as he plunged with a faster rhythm. 

“Shh baby! Let me take you” he inserts another digit as your teeth dug even deeper into your lip, stretching you and filling you so well. 

He was stroking you, curling his fingers inside until hitting your most sensitive spot. Sweat beaded your forehead as your trembles gave way to full body shudders, shutting your mouth with your hand not wanting to be loud. 

Satoru drew himself back from your neck, satisfied marking and suckling, withdrawing his digits, slick from you as you wince at the loss of his fullness. 

He brings them up and sucks your essence off his fingers with a pop. “I want to eat you out.” 

Before even you can make out his words he kneels down bunching up the fabric to your hips pulling your panty down properly and latching onto your swollen clit. 

“Fuck ‘toru.” he lapped his tongue on your clit, drawing circles, tasting your sweet before drawing himself back, “I am fucking you baby.” He says, licking a fat stripe on your vulva, his rigid tongue swiping back and forth over your clit sending sensations that make your body jolt. “Here and raw” he hummed against your pussy, his breath warm and hot sending vibrations to your core, before vacuuming on your clit. 

Your hand grasping his hair, as he worked on your orgasm.

He plunged his digits again, rhythmatic with the little pants escaping your mouth, along with the slick sounds of your hips buckling down his fingers. 

He smirked internally at your enthusiasm.

“So fucking nasty for me huh?” He said against your pussy, licking and sucking till you were nothing but withering in mindless pleasure. You were taking it well, suppressing your moans into breathless pants until he sucked, fingers pressing the most sensitive spot inside you. 

A shriek fell past your lips, knees buckling, followed by a string of moans and whimpers. “Oh— fuck..” you try closing your thighs which he prevents with his iron grip of one hand, forcing it open till he has better access. “Don't even dare closing on me…” 

The wet sounds of his fingers, plunging in and out of your gummy walls, echoed throughout the empty room.

Something coiled hot and fuzzy in the lower pit of your stomach. You clenched hard around his finger, when the bass-heavy beats of the band's concert began, causing you to involuntarily shove satoru’s face deeper into your cunt as you heard voices from the stage outside. 

Geto's unmistakable voice rang out, accompanied by the heavy drumming of nanami. They had started performing without satoru. 

“Nn’toru they start—” your voice died down into a breathless gasp as you felt your pelvic muscles clench, tension looping around your entire body as fiery sensations erupted. You arch your back against the wall, unable to stop your toes curling at the intensity of his tongue lapping, finger fuckin' you, as your vision gets blurry. 

“Yeah…cum for me baby” his velvety murmurs were all it took for you to turn into a mess of sensations, your body erupting as your high came down bursting, dripping and spilling down your thighs, his chin and his neck. 

Satoru lapped up the drops carelessly strewn about your skin, his tongue tracing a path along the droplets splattered on your inner thighs as he savored everything with anticipation.

“Tell me, would I kneel infront of anyone and let them cum this hard on my fingers?” He straightened himself up, “and then drink it up like a pussy drunk male whore?” his gaze never left yours, wiping the leftover slick from his chin with the back of his hand before licking it clean.

The music from outside has now gained its intensity, thrumming even louder.

No— you mouthed. 

Satoru’s gaze was still fixed at you, when he unzipped his pants, his aching cock sprang out red, already leaking precum. 

You gape at his girth. 

It was big.

And fucking thick. 

Leaning in, Satoru brings his lips close to your ear, his voice clear over the blaring music from outside, “Like what you see—”

You didn't get to answer him before he slammed right in. 

A cry of pleasure tore from your throat, as you loop your hands around his neck, nails digging on his back.

He hissed out a breath, restraining himself from moving till you adjusted to his size. 

Only then did he slowly pull it out leaving only the tip inside. You grimace at the loss of fullness until he slams back in causing you to clench around him. 

He let out a low guttural moan which was almost inaudible to you over the roar of music if you weren't so close to each other, feeling the raw desire of his voice vibrating on your skin.

“Tell me— hahh- would I let anyone clench this hard on me if this weren't you?” 

You were at a loss for words. 

The kind, polite, sweet satoru you knew was gone. In his place was someone who fucked hard. 

When you don't answer he pulls out and slams right back in harsh, eyes gleaming with wicked intent. 

Satisfied, satoru guides his one hand to tapping on your thigh suggesting you wrap your legs up around him. 

He repositions his dick on your entrance, before supporting your weight with one hand, pinning your body completely to the wall, while the other hand grabs your neck, choking you before giving you a sloppy breathless kiss. 

“You like it don't ya’ hmm fuck— so tight—” 

Your cries came out choked as he pounded into you, in an insane manner, desperate and primal.

“Tell me—” 

Thrust 

“do you—” 

Thrust 

“still think I'm just being polite?”

Thrust.

The roar of geto's voice singing out aloud different notes masked out the filth of your moans. 

The sensation was in again, hot and uproar, coiling beneath the core of your consciousness. Satoru sensed you being close to your climax, continued to plow into your pussy, now supporting your weight with both hands against the wall. 

Your toes curled again, nails digging down his back almost scratching the fabric, “yes that's it love,” your eyes rolled back as you arch your neck unable to handle the pleasure, “cum for me…” 

Your mouth forming a little ‘o’, mind blank as your eyes saw stars. The only consciousness left in your body directed you to the burning of your heat, till it came crashing down.

You came hard letting your head fall on his shoulders too spent for anything.

Satoru too chased his high, thrusting into your swollen pussy, his cock twitching inside you, till you felt him getting sloppy and tense before cumming into you.

The music was still very loud, beats thrumming your flushed veins. 

None of you said anything, remaining in the same position. Satoru pulled himself out, his cum dripping out your vagina, before walking over and placing you on a nearby chair. 

He cleaned you up gently tugging your clothes back and fixes himself before cleaning the mess near the wall. 

“They— they started performing without you…” you huff out, drained still in the very euphoria of your pleasure satoru showed you. 

“I told them to do so…” he shouted over the noise. 

You remain stunned for a while, letting out a breath. “I'm sorry…I avoided you.” 

“Here I thought you were giving me a thousand kisses as an apology.” 

You chuckle at him, back to his normal self— your sweet, kind and maybe not so polite satoru…

He came over to you, lifting you effortlessly before plopping himself down on the chair with you on his lap. 

“I missed you.” 

“I missed you too.” 

“No but I missed you like crazy…” he pouted. “y/n be my girlfriend…please.” 

Tears start forming in your eyes, overwhelmed, you never thought the satoru gojo you met at the mall, the satoru gojo you loved your entire high school would someday ask you to be his girlfriend.

To paint his heart with your love.

“I will.” 

“no wait— marry me instead!”

You dug your face deeper into his chest, laughing at his playfulness. And satoru just smiled.

Finally he would be yours. 

you and Satoru started dating since then and things couldn't have been any better for him. He practically announced to the world that you were his girlfriend, always picking you up and dropping you off from campus, and claiming a kiss as his reward. You’d also cut Yura off, not wanting any more negativity in your life. Satoru was yours, and you were his. And He couldn't be any happier.

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꩜ warnings : smut... pet names, public(?) sex ꩜ word count : 3,797 ꩜ summary : You haven't seen your boyfriend, Mark in a long time due to overly busy schedules caused by your new comeback. You were missing him a lot and the both of you text regularly, worrying your other members as you barely communicate during breaks. Usually too busy texting Mark. One day, you were set to perform on music bank, not knowing your boyfriend would be there too due to his recent comeback. After your performance you get off stage and get right to your phone, immediately texting Mark about how well you think you done, however.. He facetimes you, unknowingly, you answer. And to your surprise, Mark is waiting outside of your changing room. You rush out, leaving your fellow members clueless. You are over-filled with joy to see him, and it takes a fast turn quickly.

It had been weeks. Weeks since you last saw Mark. Weeks since you’d felt the comfort of his embrace or the heat of his kiss. Your group’s comeback had taken over every waking moment, from early rehearsals to late-night studio sessions. Mark, too, had been caught up in his own promotional whirlwind, and despite the constant texting and late-night chats, you could feel the distance. You missed him more than you let on, though the longing was there in every message, every shared moment between your busy schedules.

Tonight, Music Bank had just wrapped up, and you were buzzing with excitement from your performance. Still, no matter how electrifying the stage had been, the only thing you could think about was Mark. You quickly pulled out your phone, sending him a message:

“I think that was our best stage yet. How’s your comeback going? Miss you so much… I really can’t wait to hear your voice later.”

You hit send and leaned back, trying to catch your breath. Your heart was still racing from the performance, but a familiar notification made your pulse quicken even more. FaceTime from Mark.

Without even thinking, you tapped the screen to answer, excitement bubbling in your chest. When his face appeared, you blinked, confused for a moment. This wasn’t a normal FaceTime call. He wasn’t in his room or in his practice studio.

“Mark?” you whispered, eyes widening. "Wait, where are you—?"

His signature smirk appeared. "I’m here, baby," he said, his voice low, sending a wave of warmth through your body. The background behind him was unmistakable— the hallway of the building you were in, just outside your dressing room. You swallowed hard, heart pounding.

"Surprise," he added, his gaze dark and playful. His eyes scanned you as if he was savoring the moment, his lips curling slightly.

You didn’t need to think twice. Dropping your phone onto the couch, Your members stared at you as if you were insane.. However, you ignored them. You rushed to the door, your heels clicking sharply on the floor as you hurried to swing open the door and get outside into the hall. And there he was. Mark, standing just outside your dressing room, looking every bit as irresistible as you remembered. His black leather jacket clung to his frame, his messy blonde hair, perfectly tousled, and those dark eyes— the ones that had always been able to read you in a way no one else could.

“Mark,” you whispered breathlessly, a spark of excitement running through your veins. You barely had time to register the words before you were in his arms, your lips crashing into his.

The kiss was desperate, frantic, like you both had been starved for each other. His hands roamed down your back, pulling you against him, and you felt every inch of him as he deepened the kiss. His lips were soft but demanding, and the urgency in his touch made your head spin. You melted into him, responding just as passionately, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Mark muttered against your lips, his breath hot and heavy. His hands slid under your jacket, his fingers grazing your bare skin, making you gasp.

You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, your chest heaving. “I’ve missed you too,” you breathed, your fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. You had no idea how you were still standing, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. “I couldn’t wait for this.”

His eyes darkened with a hunger that made your stomach flip. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you,” he murmured, lips trailing down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in that teasing way he knew drove you crazy. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your hands moving to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath the fabric.

But before things could escalate further, the sound of footsteps approaching snapped you both out of the moment. You froze, realising your members were right behind you both.

Hanyeom, the most observant one out of your group had came out the door first, her eyes widened. “You two—?” she started, then paused, a grin tugging at her lips. “Making out in the hallway. 정말로?”

You pulled back quickly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. You wanted to laugh at how caught you felt, but you were too distracted by Mark's hand still resting on your waist, his touch firm and possessive, like he didn’t want to let you go.

Mark, however, just chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. “She’s irresistible,” he said casually, a sly smile curling his lips.

You shot him a playful glare, feeling your face flush deeper, but the way he was looking at you— with that wild, predatory glint in his eyes made it hard to focus on anything else.

“Okay, okay, we’ll leave you two lovebirds to it,” Yeojin, the most matured in the group, giggling as she teased the both of you, her eyes twinkling. “But maybe take it to a private room next time?”

You and Mark exchanged a knowing look, and without another word, your members disappeared down the hallway, still chuckling amongst themselves.

Once the coast was clear, Mark wasted no time. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you back toward him, his lips instantly finding yours again. The kiss was urgent, like he couldn’t get enough of you. His hands slid under your shirt, tracing the smooth skin of your back as his lips moved to your neck, pressing soft kisses along your jawline.

“Mark…” you whispered, the heat of the moment beginning to make your breath come faster. “We can’t—”

“Shh,” he murmured, cutting you off with another kiss. His hands slid down to your hips, pushing you against the wall of the hallway. The firm press of his body against yours made your heart race. He was too close. Too intoxicating.

“I’ve been waiting for this too long,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “You feel so good, baby. I just… I need you.”

The raw desire in his voice sent a thrill straight through you. You responded with a soft gasp, your hands gripping his shirt, tugging him closer. You could feel the tension between you both, that undeniable chemistry that had been building for weeks, months even.

His lips crashed into yours again, and this time, the kiss was full of desperation, hungry and unrelenting. You couldn’t pull away, not when he was holding you so tightly, not when every part of you was so attuned to him. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, the desire between you both so palpable it nearly hurt.

But reality was creeping in— the moment couldn’t last forever. With a sigh, you pulled back, still breathless. Mark’s lips were swollen, his eyes heavy with want, but there was also a flicker of tenderness beneath that smouldering gaze.

“I want you more than anything,” he whispered, voice thick with desire. “But we can’t—” you begin to speak...

Just as you were about to slip back into the rhythm of the night, you felt Mark’s hand find yours again, pulling you aside. Your eyes met his, wide with curiosity.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice soft but with that mischievous edge he knew too well. You raised an eyebrow, uncertain of what he was up to. “Mark…?”

“Not just yet,” he whispered, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he led you down a quieter hallway. The sounds of bustling staff and other performers faded away, and you could feel the distance between the two of you growing more charged with every step.

“Where are we going?” you asked again, voice barely above a whisper, a little thrill running through you.

“Somewhere private,” he answered, his grin widening. “I want to be with you. Just the two of us for a little while.”

Mark guided you to a small locker room tucked away from the crowds. The air was cooler here, and the quiet hum of the air conditioning seemed to amplify the sound of your heartbeat. The soft lights in the room added to the sense of intimacy, making everything feel more contained, more real. You were alone here, in a little bubble of space and time where nothing else mattered.

He closed the door behind you softly, locking it with a small click that made your heart skip a beat. His gaze was steady, his smile softer now, filled with a warmth that spoke volumes. Mark took a slow step forward, eyes never leaving yours, and his hand gently cupped your cheek.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured, his thumb tracing over your skin, the tenderness of his touch sending a warm shiver down your spine. “More than you know.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered back, your voice catching in your throat. Every word felt like an unspoken promise, something that had been building for far too long.

The space between you two felt electric now, charged with everything you both had been holding back. Mark leaned in, pressing his lips gently to yours. It was a slow, lingering kiss— his lips soft but full of meaning, like he was savouring every moment, every second of your closeness.

You responded, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, and for a moment, the rest of the world melted away. There was no stage, no rehearsals, no cameras—just you and him, together, at last.

His hands moved to your back, pulling you closer, your body pressed against his. The feeling of his warmth, the solidness of his chest against you, made your head spin. Every touch, every kiss felt like it was amplifying the connection between you both, building a closeness that had been missing for so long.

Mark pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. You both gasped for breath, but your hands stayed locked around him, not wanting to break the moment.

“Are you okay?” Mark asked, his voice low and tender. He seemed to be checking in, making sure you felt the same way—

You nodded, your chest rising and falling with each breath. “I’m more than okay,” you said, your hands moving to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Mark smiled, the intensity of his gaze softening into something sweeter, more sincere. He kissed your forehead gently, his hand brushing through your hair as he held you close.

“I’ve been wanting to be with you like this,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, feeling a warmth settle deep in your chest. The distance, the busy schedules, the constant work— they all seemed so small compared to this moment. You were with him. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

“Me too,” you whispered, looking up at him. “I think I’ve missed you more than anything.”

Mark chuckled softly, the sound rich with affection. He brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear and stepped back slightly, eyes scanning your face. “We’ve got time. Let’s just be in the moment,” he said, his voice laced with tenderness.

For a while, you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s presence. No words were needed; everything had already been said with the way your hands held each other, the way your lips met in slow, soft kisses. It was a perfect, fleeting moment— one you both needed, after all the time spent apart.

But as the world outside the locker room slowly crept back in— the sound of footsteps, voices calling out— you both knew it was time to hurry up. You suddenly feel him quickly grab your waist, turning you around in a hurry, greedily attaching his lips to your neck. Kissing and biting all over as he began to lift off your shirt. "Undress for me baby." He says, letting you go as he lifts off his top, revealing his broad shoulders and toned abs. You stare for a good minute before taking off the rest of your clothes, watching him as he unzips his trousers- leaving the both of you in only your underwear. He leans down, taking in your scent as he kisses your back, slowly removing your bra. Taking in the sight in front of him while still trying to keep up the pace. Once he finally removes your bra he removes his boxers. You do the same. Removing your pants as he turns you around, his lips crashing right back to yours- heating up the situation even more. He savoured the moment as his hands make their way down to your ass, cupping it and lifting you up in a swift motion. You wrap your legs around his waist, not pulling away from the kiss at all.

As the kiss deepened, the tension between you and Mark was palpable, charged with everything you'd been holding back during the long weeks of separation. His hands traced the curve of your back, pulling you even closer, the heat of his body radiating against yours. Every kiss was more desperate, more hungry, as if the time apart had made you both crave this connection even more.

Mark's lips left yours briefly, his breath ragged as he stared into your eyes. "I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You could feel the intensity in his words, in the way his hands cupped your face, pulling you back to him.

"I know," you whispered back, your hands sliding up to his chest, feeling the solid warmth beneath your fingertips. "I missed you more than you can imagine."

His lips found yours again, but this time, the kiss was deeper, more urgent, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. Your bodies pressed together, and you could feel the strength in his arms, the way he held you like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment. Every touch, every movement, felt like an unspoken promise.

You bit your lip, struggling to pull yourself together, but his words had a way of unravelling you. Every inch of him felt like home, like everything you’d been waiting for. His lips found yours again, slow but insistent, as if he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of you against him.

You kissed him back just as desperately, your hands sliding lower along his body, exploring the familiar warmth of him. Just a deep, overwhelming need to feel each other, to close the gap that had been there for so long.

As you broke the kiss, Mark’s lips lingered near your ear, his voice a low, heated whisper. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his hand caressing your back, the touch both tender and possessive.

You nodded, your breath shaky. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you whispered, pulling him closer.

As soon as he heard you confirm he wasted no time in lining himself up with your entrance, using his hand to ensure it was lined up perfectly. He looked at you with sparkling eyes, waiting for your nod to go. You waited a few seconds, taking in the feeling of his member tracing along your entrance, finally- you nod. Not even a second after you nod he slid himself inside, immediately picking up the pace and showing no mercy, already hitting the right spots- filling you up completely. He moved in closer to kiss you, muffling your moans as he pounded into you. You claw onto his back, definitely leaving some obvious marks, but neither of you care. Your fingers dig into his skin, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens. The feel of his muscles beneath your hands, the warmth of his body pressing against you, makes everything else fade away. It’s like the world outside of this room doesn’t exist— there’s only him, and there’s only you.

Mark groans softly against your lips, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulls you closer. His body feels like fire, and every touch makes your heart race faster. Every time his member inside of you hit the right spot it'd release another groan from you.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. His hands find the curve of your back, drawing you even closer, and you respond instinctively, your body pressed against his as if you can’t get close enough.

Your breath catches as his lips move lower, trailing soft kisses along your collarbone. The feeling of him so close, his presence wrapping around you, makes everything inside you ignite. You close your eyes, savouring the moment, your heart swelling with the connection that’s growing between you, something deeper than just physical attraction. You feel a knot slowly forming in your stomach, "Mark.. I'm close." You warn, he smirks before speaking- "Me too, don't wait for me I won't be too long.." After his confirmation you release, he then follows right after. Riding out your high, slightly overstimulating you. You cry out as he abuses his power and he tries to keep you quiet, knowing that people may be able to hear.

Mark pulls back for a moment, his forehead resting gently against yours. His breath is labored, and his hands move to caress your face, brushing stray strands of hair behind your ear. You can see the raw tenderness in his eyes— the same depth of feeling that you’ve always shared, but now more intense than ever.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in it making your heart ache.

“I know,” you reply softly, your hand tracing his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath your fingertips. “I missed you more than I can say.”

The connection between you both feels almost overwhelming, as if the universe itself has conspired to bring you back to each other. The love you share, the way you understand each other without needing words, fills the space around you. Every touch, every kiss, only deepens that bond.

Mark leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, but this one is different. It’s slower, more deliberate, full of emotion rather than urgency. He takes his time, savoring every second, as if trying to memorize this moment. His hands move to your waist, holding you firmly but gently, like he’s afraid of letting go.

“Let me take care of you,” he says softly, his voice full of tenderness. “You mean everything to me.”

“I’m already taken care of,” you whisper back, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your palm. “With you, I feel complete.”

And in that moment, nothing else matters. The noise of the world, the expectations, the pressures of your careers— they all fade into the background. There’s just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, finding solace in the quiet intimacy that only you can share.

Mark holds you close, his lips pressing one final kiss to your forehead before pulling back, his gaze softening with affection. “I’m always going to be here for you,” he promises, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “Through everything.”

You smile up at him, your heart full. “I know. And I’ll always be here for you, too.”

Auth. note : I'm so tired and have barely any good enough ideas so if this is bad, i apologies🥹

[allmylifemyseasons]

Goodnight and Go~ Choi Yeonjun

synopsis: Yeonjun hates parting at night or... peeks of y/n's and yeonjun's relationship underneath the night sky.

pairing: College student! Choi Yeonjun x afab! reader

song: Goodnight and Go - Imogen heap (lost the plot halfway through, but point is, they are DOWN BAD for each other, Yeonjun more, and they are sickly sweet which the song is too, so... a win is a win.)

warnings- none? not really a plot... just moments of the relationship... mostly fluff/comfort, CHEESINESS (SELF INDLUGING), yeonjun being head over heel for you, just sickly sweet im telling ya... mentions of sexual acts but none performed (not there yet sadly)

( AND PROBABLY BAD WRITING BUT WE FINISHED A STORY SO?????? I WIN), OH FORGOT TO SAY.... it's also unedited....

Word count: 4.8k (ha...)

A/N: Hello! this is my first work on here, and honestly its a bit of a mess, but I made a new years resolution that id start writing more and posting it, and I just spent a couple of hours writing non stop... Please give me constructive criticism, I need rejection therapy LMAO, no but really, I want to be good so bad...

Yeonjun rubs his hands together and blows his hot breath in between them, trying to defrost his frozen fingers, and it works but only for a bit. He watches that same air crystalize in front of him as he thinks of what else to say. You both stood by your door now, the front yard light was dim but shined brightly enough to see the blush across both of your faces. He was desperate for the night to continue, he wanted to hear you talk until the end of time, be around you until the sun came up, but he notices the shiver your body does everytime the wind blows. 

Yeonjun had seen you around before asking you on a date. It was one of those weird moments in cheesy rom coms, where you just wouldn't stop spawning everywhere he went. All throughout campus, you would appear, with the brightest smile he'd ever seen. You were always laughing, always smiling, always speaking with such enthusiasm in a conversation. When he finally put a voice to the smile, after sitting in the only chair left available in a class you shared, Yeonjun understood why those around you carried the same smile around, even after parting from you. Yeonjun had never felt as listened to as much as he did in the first conversation you had and the ones following it. He wondered just exactly how you did it, to make any person that spoke to you, the most important person in the world.You were addicting to be around, a source of comfort and laughter. When he finally got the courage to ask you out, a day before fall semester ended, he felt the clouds push back as you smiled softly, for the first time looking nervously everywhere else before saying yes, a twinkle shined in your eye, like a disney movie and he felt absolutely captivated from there on. 

“Um, anyways, thanks for dinner tonight,” You say looking directly up at him, your eyes shined with hope as if you were expecting something. You clear your throat before continuing, “and thanks for the jacket.” 

You begin to peel it off your shoulders: 

“Now, please put it on before your future cold gets worse,”

“Pfft, what cold? Ill be fine~”He smirks confidently, waving a dismissive hand as he bunches up his jacket to prove a point. 

“I can't wait to say I told you so.” you tease. 

“You wish, in fact I'm gonna be so fine, I'm hoping I can see you again? Maybe before the weekend ends? Friday? There's that new spiderman movie… ” Anything. He thinks to himself. He doesn't worry about looking too desperate, it truly doesn't bother him to show you that he wants you, bad, because he really does. 

“Hmm… okay let's make a deal. If you're feeling fine by this Friday, you get to pick the movie. If youre sick, I pick it…” A win-win. He smirks, “...after you get better…” His smile drops. 

“Ugh..” He rolls his eyes playfully before sticking his hand out, “...deal.” He makes a mental note to take vitamins before heading to bed. 

You shake his hand as a giggle falls from your lips. 

You're surrounded by an awkward silence again, you're no longer looking at him but literally anywhere else. He knows what you're waiting for, and honestly he wants it too. Your lips, that were tinted and glossed, had been distracting him all night, but he was nervous. Yeonjun had always been someone who moved fast, always quick to jump the rope. In the past, he would have walked right on in on the first date and would've stayed the night, and the relationships themselves would move quickly to the point that things would get messy and things were not fully thought through. He didn't want to do that with you, he didn't want to ruin this. But was a kiss considered slow? Fast? He didn't have enough time to mull it over. 

“Um, so yeah let me know…” You chuckle awkwardly, reaching back for the handle of the door. There's still hope in your eyes until he speaks up. 

“I will, thanks for coming out with me tonight, y/n” Yeonjun steps backwards, feeling regret rush through his body. He thinks it might overcome him before he catches a genuine smile on your face, “Goodnight, Jun.” 

“Goodnight.” He watches you walk in before walking back to his car, where he dwells on the sweet image of your smile. 

Your lips. God, your lips.

 He should've done it, what's fast about a kiss? The look you gave him replays in his mind, flutters breaking out in his stomach over and over again each time. The regret is making him move ten times slower and distracts him well enough that he doesn't notice the moving figure circling around his car to the driver's side window. 

The knock makes him jump. He rolls his window down, looking awfully confused because here you were, kneeling down to his level, with a nervous look. 

“Y/N? Are you okay? Did you forget something?” 

You stare at him for a bit, “Um, yeah, j-just this…” You lean forward hesitant before landing a quick peck on his lips. It happened so fast Yeonjun barely had time to feel your lips pressed on his, but he felt them, they were on there. He notices the nervous look as you wait patiently for his reaction and it makes him break into a smile. Who knew being on the same page felt so good? 

He reaches your face with both of his hands to bring you back to him, this time keeping your lips on his for longer than a peck, and they feel much softer than they looked, and he was able to taste the leftover sweetness of the slice of cake you shared, he can't believe he said goodnight before doing this. He can't believe he lived a whole life before your lips.

The wind picks up and he feels you shiver once again, and he remembers that its winter and you ran out in your dress and a thin cardigan. He lets go, not before pecking your lips once more, and smiles up at you, the blush on your cheeks were his doing and he's feeling really good about that. 

“Okay, for real now, goodnight.” You giggle before tightening your cardigan and running back inside. 

He watches you scurry in, and he drives off, the faint feeling of your lips are as present as the permanent smile on his lips that night. 

——- 

“Are you sure there’s nothing more I can help you with, Mrs. L/N?” Yeonjun stands by the open door, leaning against the wall, using it as support as he fits his foot in his shoe. The table was cleared and the dishes were washed, yet he felt like he could stay longer if needed. 

Yeonjun loved your family home. Everything reminded him of you, from the smell to the style to every single picture on the wall having either a call back to stories he remembers you telling him or a younger version of you in them. It made it feel like you, and it was hard to leave every time. 

“You've done more than enough, sweetie. Thank you.” Your mother replies leaning to give him a tight hug and an affectionate squeeze on the cheek before heading to the living room. 

“Y/N, dont forget to lock the door once youre back inside.” 

“Got it!” You respond back, closing the door behind you as you both step out to the refreshing breeze of a summer night. The buzzing of the insects filled the silence as Yeonjun turned back to you. 

“Thank you, sweetie.” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Oo, someone jealous~” 

“Am not!” 

“Its okay, baby. I won't steal your mom.” He ruffles the top of your head before leaning into your embrace. 

“You wouldn't succeed anyways~” It came out muffled that he could barely understand it, making him chuckle lightly. 

He knew he had to leave soon, you both had class in the morning. Yet in your warmth, it made it so hard to care about anything other than the feeling of your head in his chest. 

“Dont go.” You say softly. Once again, it's like you were in his head.

“Mmm, We have class tomorrow though, and you have that exam, i'm only gonna distract you.” He hated to be the responsible one in these circumstances but you had been nervous about this class and he knew better than to fall for the temptation of staying and not allowing you to study. 

“Ugh.. Please dont remind me.” You rub your face on his chest before stepping back and he looks at you with an amused face. 

“Are you picking me up tomorrow?” 

“Duh.” 

“Okay. Can we go to that one cafe with the fluffy cheesecakes after?” 

He nods before pulling on your fingers, leaning in for a kiss. 

“Goodnight, Baby~” He says in between kisses.

“Night, Junie~” You turn to go, your hand being the last thing lingering on him, before you feel back. He grabs your face gently bringing you in for a second kiss. 

“Goodnight, Baby~” He says again, a small smile playing on his lips as he pecks you twice. 

This brings a small laugh out of you. 

“Goodnight, Junie~” You drag out before turning around again, only to again feel a pull back, this time his hands slip and pull your long sleeve instead. 

“Yeonjun!” You laugh out, his lips once again attaching themselves to you. 

“Okay, okay, forreal goodnight” He laughs too, his hands closing in behind your head, bringing you in for what should have been the final kiss of the night. He feels your smiles in the kiss fade as he keeps you in the kiss for a bit, he can feel the soft sigh you let out and he feels dizzy from it. Yeonjun breaks the kiss, landing pecks before leaning back slightly, your head still in his hands. The warmth spreads across his face, down to his chest and he can't tell if the buzzing is coming from the insects anymore or from his heart.  What he can tell, is that you're feeling it too as he watches how your half lidded eyes continue to stare at him, so full of adoration and love he almost feels shy by them. 

“I love you” He whispers, watching you carefully for any sign of a reaction. He thinks he might have read the room wrong, until he watches your eyes widen and sparkle cartoonishly, a smile breaking wide on your face. 

“I love you too.” He takes a moment to process your response before leaning down to touch foreheads and Yeonjun feels an explosion of emotions in him, like fireworks being set off all over his body. 

“Good.” He says trying to play it off as not a big deal. But he can't play off the crack in his voice. You giggle. 

“Shut up,” You push him gently and Yeonjun can't help but just stare at you, “Goodnight, Baby. I love you~” He loves the enjoyment in your eyes as you say it.

“I love you too. Good night~” And just like the night of your first date, and almost every week since it happened 6 months ago, he watches you walk towards the door. 

“Okay! Goodnight! Go already!” You laugh from the door. “Text me when you're home!”

———

Yeonjun watches you from the corner of his eye at the way you run a hand through your hair, standing across from him, your arms crossed. Your parents weren't home, and they wouldn't be for the whole weekend, something that was often celebrated between the two of you, spent in each other’s arms, in each other's beds, but right now Yeonjun sat slumped on the couch. He spent the past five minutes in silence trying to figure out how to direct the conversation, but he felt like you were both losing patience with each other, and he hated the feeling. 

“Y/N. Can you please just sit with me?” 

He watches you stand there for a moment before walking towards him. Arguments weren’t common enough to know how to have a healthy one. Words and accusations have been thrown, and Yeonjun wants to put an end to it before it gets worse. 

It started with a light stray, just a small comment from you that caught him off guard. 

“You can go, I don't mind staying home.” you lean facing the island as you watch the water of the sink hit the drain, steam rising up makes you turn the faucet handle the other direction before Yeonjun puts his hands in boiling water. 

“What? No, come on, it'll be fun.” he rubs your back as he stacks the dishes in the sink. 

“Right, because being stuck in a corner is fun.” From the look on your face, the soft chuckle that escapes your lips, he knew you didn't mean anything provoking about it, but he couldn't help but believe there was deeper meaning behind it. 

“What's that supposed to mean?” He no longer focused on the dishes. 

“Huh? Nothing? I just mean like sometimes your friends' parties aren't fun. ” 

“But we already said we’d go? I don't want to back out now.” 

“Then go, baby. We don't both have to be there. I'm sure they won't even notice I'm not there.” 

“Of course they'll notice! Chaewon and Soob are gonna be so bummed you're not there. I'm gonna be bummed you're not there” 

“Jun, I really don't want to spend the one weekend having the house to myself, at someone else's house. I'm tired, I'm on my period and the last thing I want to do is drink and have the bass booming in my ears. If you really wanna go, it's fine. You should go.” You were getting frustrated, he could tell but the feeling was throwing him out on a loop. 

Yeonjun felt like something was off. Have you always felt this way about the parties you’d go to? Had it had something to do with his friends? With him? 

“Come on, I always go to your parties, come to mine.” It hadn't occurred to him how pushy he sounded, but the idea of leaving you home alone didn't sit right with him. 

“No one asks you to go though.” 

“You don't have to ask me, I do things without needing to be begged.” it hits him. He's saying the wrong things, but it's too late, because you're giving him a look of total shock. 

“You don't have to beg me. I don't want to go. And even more so now that I'm being forced out of guilt.” 

“I didn't mean it like that.” 

“It doesn't matter what you meant. It's how it came out.” 

The argument only escalated from there. What started out as a simple rejection evolved to a yelling match and ended with Yeonjun slamming the door on his way out. No ‘goodnight’, no goodnight kiss, just the fall wind making it hard to walk out into the night. 

Yeonjun thinks he might have been overdoing things, overestimating the meaning behind your words, but it was hard to be sure, when you always hid behind them. Yeonjun couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to it. And now leaving you alone in an empty house sent a wave of regret and sadness throughout his bones. Yeonjun hated saying goodnight to you, hated  that he had to settle on kissing you, settle on the faint ghosting feeling of your lips on his before he went to bed, but preferred it over this feeling anyday and now he royally fucked it up for the night and had to suffer through it. 

He wouldn't be able to even enjoy the party with the thought of you angry at him. He wouldn't be able to focus on the conversations nor enjoy the drinks with the memory of your furrowed eyebrows playing in a loop. 

He only made it two blocks away before he turned back, and headed back to you. He found you in the kitchen with teary eyes and soapy foam on your hands. The water running filled the dead air around you.

When Yeonjun finally makes his presence known, you're quick to look back down.

The silence that surrounds you now, as he gets you to sit beside him, has him questioning how he can fix this. 

His hand is hesitant in reaching for yours, and you move it closer to him to reassure him that it was okay to grab it. Thank god. He thought. 

“I'm sorry for everything I've said,” He rubs your palm looking at you focus on your hand, “I shouldn't be forcing you to do anything you don't want to do, it's not a big deal if you miss a couple of my friends parties, we don't have to go to every single one, i'm sorry i wasn't thinking about you. I like having you there and being around me and when you hangout with my friends I feel good, like all my favorite people are in one room. I think that just made me become a little selfish.” He joins you in watching how his thumb presses into your skin. You nod. 

Silence overcomes the both of you again, before you break it next. 

“I'm sorry too. I don't mean to be mean, I think my words just come out that way before I can think them through and I really need to work on that. You're not selfish for wanting that, but sometimes I just get tired of going out all the time.” He feels you holding back again, not being able to voice what was bothering you.

“Is it the ‘going out’ that's really bothering you? Or might it be something else?” It dawns on him that he can just ask. The tension had been disappearing by the minute, you pulled your hand away from him and hid your face. 

“I dont want to sound clingy…” 

“Hey, you won't. I swear.” 

You rub your hand over your face. Yeonjun hopes that the hand he places on your back soothes you at least a bit. 

“Sometimes you just feel really dismissive at parties. Like yeah we showed up together and you've introduced me to your friends and they know me and they're so nice, but in the first 10 minutes, you're like gone. I just start to feel abandoned. You don't have to babysit me, it's not what I'm saying you know? It's just like I feel left out, and maybe it's on me, maybe I just have to put myself out there and put in the effort to be friends with your friends, but youre kinda like my way in ya know? I was lucky that Soobin and Chaewon are in some of my classes for the semester, and we got closer that way. But once they leave, it's so hard to get close to you or keep up with you.  I'm sorry if this sounds annoying, I know its sou-” 

Yeonjun was dumbfounded. How could he have made you feel that way and never noticed? 

Right, because being stuck in a corner is fun. How stupid could he have possibly been. 

He felt his throat closing in. He cuts off your apologetic rant. 

“No. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm so sorry I never noticed I would do that, I can't believe I didn't. You're right. I'm so sorry, y/n. Please forgive me. I hadn't realized that's what you meant. I won't be doing that ever again. I swear. Believe me.” he doesn't know what else to do other than spur out apologies. 

“Its okay. Really. I guess I know you get so caught up in having fun..” 

“Stop. Please don't justify it. I love you. I'm so sorry.” he grabs your hand and kisses your palm. 

“It's okay, thank you for listening. I love you too~” You chuckle a bit, your eyes no longer teary as they are replaced by a look of amusement. 

“We're pretty good at this argument and resolution thing, no?” You say after another small moment of silence. Yeonjun laughs. The tension is gone, chests are feeling lighter and the air is no longer still around you as Yeonjun wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back to rest on the cushions. He's already thinking of all the ways he can make up for his mistake.

“Definitely not, but we got time to work on it.” He kisses your head. 

“It's a good start, atleast~” You laugh, leaning into his arms. 

The heater turns on, and the position you're both in feels so comfortable neither of you want to move. Especially Yeonjun as he catches a glance at the clock, 11:40pm.

“So… Do I have to say ‘goodnight’ tonight?” In his head, he knows the answer. Yet, he still asks, wanting to feel reassured, feeling an invisible new boundary he wants only you to break. 

“Dont be dumb.” You respond snuggling further into him and the couch. He can tell from the way you respond, that you're falling asleep, and with that thought his own eyes begin to droop. 

“Oh, jun?” Barely above a whisper that Yeonjun barely catches it. 

“Yeah?” With his eyes close and heavy he doesn't notice your finger raising to his forehead level before giving it a stinging flick.

“Ouch!” 

“Never walk out like that again.” 

—--

“Please tell me that was the last of the boxes.” You force out in a big puff of air. Summer had just started, yet the heat felt marinated into the spring and only got worse. 

Yeonjun nods as he climbs the last two steps of the stairs. Curse this elevator-less building.

Yeonjun had recently moved out of the dorms into a college-assigned apartment complex. He saved money from his multiple jobs, and pulled out the biggest loan in mankind just to gain what he called the biggest privilege in all of college history: Privacy. 

Soobin and Beomgyu had shed some fake tears before vowing to visit everyday, something Yeonjun did not laugh at. You, on the other hand, couldn't keep your laugh in as you watched the frown on Yeonjun’s face grow deeper as the boys pretended to console what they thought was a sad and lonely man. 

“At least you guys can finally do it in peace.” Beomgyu announces as he drops the box by the corner of the empty room. He swipes the sweat off his forehead, quirking his eyebrow, earning a smack at the back of the head from Yeonjun. 

“Idiot.” Soobin says, fanning himself with a random piece of flimsy paper. 

“He's not wrong though…” Yeonjun whispers as he wraps his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. You smack his arm, your cheeks turning red. 

After the boys helped move the mattress in, they left, not before complaining about getting kicked out so soon. Yeonjun just wanted to spend time with you, alone, in what is now the space of his own home. 

“I feel used.” Beomgyu wiped a fake tear, “thrown away, even. Y/N treat him well, he no longer needs us.” 

“This is so sad,” You say, patting his head, looking at Yeonjun.

“If I give you 30 bucks for dinner, will you both leave us alone?” 

“Deal.” 

Once they were gone, you both moved the mattress towards the center of the living area, the carpet making you both struggle and groan. Yeonjun lands face flat on the queen mattress, heaving. 

“Ill order the pizza, can you get my laptop? I brought some drinks and snacks from home so we don't have to buy those.” 

Yeonjun watches as you rummage through the bag filled with home goods. You had brought whatever you thought would be useful to him; soap, shampoo, towels, some dishes, canned foods, homemade dishes that were able to be frozen, anything really that could save him time and money. Yeonjun’s heart almost exploded at the sight of you carrying the pink duffle bag, smiling so wide as you excitedly showed him what you were able to snatch.

 He could tell the idea of a new apartment excited you too. Earlier in the year, he had imagined himself asking you to move in with him, to maybe take that chance. He had no reason not to. You had been together for a while now, and things were getting serious with each passing day. He couldn't imagine seeing the relationship ending…ever. He had been so serious about you since day one and he could tell you saw him as the sure thing too, and when the opportunity came up, of renting his own space, it was waking up to you that was the first thought in his head. But… he was nervous. He had heard from friends that some relationships don't last the ‘living together’ stage. Those arguments about different ways of living can become bigger ones, ones that question if the pairing ever made sense. It scared him, what if he was too messy? What if you didn't like the way he had late night snacks at night, or the fact that he would stay at the dance studio for long periods of time? Most of these things you knew already, but you didn't have to deal with it really at your own house. He questioned if the fear of losing you was bigger than the want of spending every waking moment he could with you, he knew the answer but was just scared to make the realization. 

“Pizza is ordered!” You plop next to Yeonjun, now on his back, on the mattress, “which one?” you hold up two drinks for him to pick, he takes one from your hand and places it nearby before nudging at your hips to lift. He places you on his stomach, your legs straddling his sides. 

“You don't have curtains yet.” You whispered, red tint spreading from your face down to your neck. 

He laughs, “What are you thinking in that head of yours? I just wanted to be near you.” 

“Whatever! I was just reminding you!” You squeak, covering your face with your hands. He laughs again, rubbing his hands up and down from your thighs to your waist, thinking about it again. It could be like this everyday, not having to worry about roommates or parents barging in, no moments of awkwardness, no disruptions, just the look in your eyes as you stare at him in the comfortable silence that settles between the two of you.

“What do you think about a coffee table? I know you said your furnishing budget was short and I was at the thrift store the other day and they had this really nice antique…” 

If you do say yes, what would it mean? Was it too soon for him to think about the next year with you? The next five? Ten? He can imagine it all. He wanted it all. 

“Will you move in with me?” He says, catching you off guard. 

“Huh?” 

“...Moving in… would you move in with, um, with me? You don't have to, it was just like a thought-” 

“You want to live with me?” Your eyes, that were practically popped out in shock as you looked down at him, softened. 

“I want to do everything with you.” Yeonjun knows your face mirrors his in redness. 

Your eyes water, and you try to stop yourself from smiling. “You're so cheesy…”

“I would love to.” You whisper. you're now leaning in closer, and Yeonjun, with a heart so heavy and ready to spill, feels impatient that he must meet you halfway, folding his elbows behind him to lean on. He connects your lips immediately, and his heart sighs and yours must too the way he feels you relax above him, bringing your hands to his hair, your nails raking through his scalp. He would never say this to you, in fear of maybe scaring you off, but he saw your future in this specific kiss, where you both experience moments of success, of happiness, of sadness and tragedy, but you were experiencing it together, and he couldn't imagine it with anybody else. 

That night as the movie played, with no actual audience, Yeonjun felt relieved that his parting days were over. He wouldn't have to say goodnight to you, wouldn't have to detach himself from your lips, your arms, leaving him cold and wanting more. You could be the first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing he would see at night, and to him, that was all he could ever really want.

A/N: You made it! Thank you so much for giving it a chance! Its not my strongest but she my first finished baby in a long time... Please tell me your thoughts!! tell me you hate it, tell me you love it, anything im open to suggestions, tips, im a crier tho fair warning, but I won't tell you I cried (A win for you!)

[madhatterbri]

Acquainted | D.P.

Summary: Damian likes that he is acquainted with a dancer.

Author's Note: Y/N works in a dance club in this. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️

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He opened the front door. The moonlight shined on Y/N. Her high heels clicked against the cobblestone steps to his home. A skin-tight dress clung to her body. Hair and makeup were done as if she were on the red carpet.

Damian remembered the first time he saw Y/N. He was at a club with a couple of his boys. They just needed a night out. Newly single, he wasn't looking for love. He certainly didn't expect it at this place.

Smoke fogged up the place. Men and women sat at the tables and watched the women. They were pretty entertaining until his eyes landed on her. When their eyes locked on each other, it was game over for him. He had to know more.

Car lights poked through his living room window. Thoughts of meeting Y/N left his mind. A smile crept on his face. The night they met was no longer important. She was here. He was going to be in for one hell of a night.

"You came," he pointed out. The wrestler bit the inside of his cheek. He couldn't believe he said something so obvious.

She hummed in response. Her hand grabbed his cheeks. His chocolate brown eyes stared into hers. A smile poked through on her normally serious demeanor. Their lips met for a kiss. While their lips touched, she spoke. "You going to let me in?"

Damian nodded briefly. He opened the door for Y/N. The dancer walked into the house. The streets were void of any life. He couldn't imagine the rumors that would start if anyone found out she came in.

Not far behind her, he locked the door behind him. Y/N walked towards his bedroom. The Boricua followed closely behind her. He stopped the moment she did.

Her back pressed against the wall, and her fingers grabbed the collar of his shirt. Damian placed a hand on the wall. Their lips locked. She pulled his bottom lip with her teeth.

He gasped in the kiss. Her hands unbuckled his belt. His jeans and underwear slid down his legs. As his clothes went south, so did she.

Short moans echoed down the hallway. Her tongue licked from the base of his dick to the head. She kissed the tip of him. Her tongue worked its way around the head.

Damian cursed and sucked his teeth. His brown eyes watched in awe as his cock disappeared into her mouth. His hand on the wall turned into a fist.

Y/N bobbed her head on him. Short thrusts from his hips pushed him deeper. She reached out and grabbed the hand by his side. His hand found its way into her hair. He gripped her hair and controlled the motion. Damian felt her throat relax to take more of him.

"I'm close,"

The words hung in the air. He half expected her to move, yet she continued to swallow him. When his pants quickened, she stilled as he came down her throat. His orgasm washed over him. He hadn't felt this refreshed in a long time.

His pants and underwear were forgotten in the hallway. Her fist bunched up on his shirt. She entered his room first. Her fingers brushed his tanned abs and chest. He brought up his hands for his shirt to go.

When they made it to his bed, Y/N continued to take the lead. Her dress left in a pool on the floor. She performed the lap dance routine he gave him back at the club. Her lips kissed every part of his now naked body. All the blood rushed to his groin. In no time at all, she had him ready for round two.

She pushed his chest for him to lay down. He happily laid on his back. Straddling his waist while on her knees, she slowly slid down on him. Over stimulated, she brought her head back. Eyes fluttered as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

He hissed the moment her nails dug into his chest. She rolled her hips. Sounds of pleasure filled the room. His hands gripped her hips. He bounced her up and down on his cock.

His second orgasm came crashing down on him. Hers followed not long after. They remained still while they caught their breath. Y/N removed herself from on top of him. No other words were spoken between them as she left.

Damian stared at the ceiling above him. A smirk appeared on his face. He was happy they were acquainted.

[hoshigray]

Let me get this out of my system before I forget: toji x fem! reader, both assassins who take each other's missions. But on the one occasion you work together, Toji feels that no good deed goes unrewarded. Cw: dom! toji - fem! reader - mating press - praise - toji acts cocky the first half but is a soft menace in the other half - pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweetie, darlin', good girl, princess) - drool/mention of sloppy kissing - mention of overstimulation (fem! receiving). Cw: 708

You and Toji are the top assassins in the league, and titles like that spark competition. You constantly outdo each other, taking up his missions because you need the money, and taking yours because he's a petty bastard. Flashing a snarky grin at you whenever he walks by, his canine peaking under the scar on his lips. He knows you hate him and finds it adorable how you roll your eyes whenever you see him.

But you two make an excellent team when you go on missions together! Not that it matters to you two because you both argue about the other's performance; he's too messy and carefree, and you're way too cautious and like to take your sweet time.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, exhausted from the mission and his reckless behavior, you turn on your heel to head home. But Toji calls out to you, "I'm gonna grab somethin' to eat, wanna join?

The quirk of your brow doesn't go unnoticed. "Relax, it's on me. Think of it as a reward for not being a complete thorn in my side today."

You scoff. "Yeah right." After Toji's multiple pleas more like teasing than pleading, you agree to accompany him to dinner. However, you keep your guard up while you're with him. Even if it's past work hours, that doesn't mean he can't pull something out of his ass.

Well, that promise did nothing for you as you're crying, panting, and making the most embarrassing noises you never thought you could make.

Folded into your life's most intense mating press, Toji surveys your disheveled appearance in relish. Sweat and cum connect your bodies together while drool slides down from your mouth. His hips go at an irrational pace that has you see stars, and the sounds of his balls smacking your wet folds make you hide your face in shame. Why the hell did I get myself into this situation? I could've just turned and gone home!

"Haaaah, shit..." His hoarse groans compel you to squeeze around him even tighter. He jolts a bit, smirking at your body's reaction."Haha, damn, baby. Had I known I'd see you like this earlier, I'd — hnngh! Oh shit" Toji moves your legs further with his shoulders, his body weight pushing onto you and making you feel so helpless being trapped under him like this.

"Hey, c'mon now," He chuckles when he sees your face is still covered up. He uses one hand to remove them, trapping them above your head. "Don't wanna miss the perfect view, sweetheart."

Through watered eyes in a haze, you stare up at the man making you feel so fucking good tormenting you. The bedroom lights behind him make Toji appear so deliciously alluring, his tanned skin bathed in sweat that some strands of his hair stick to his forehead. With blatant lust looming over his eyes, you feel small under his sharp emerald orbs.

A small chuckle escapes his lips. "Damn, sweetie, lookin' so beautiful fr' me, ya know that?" He surprises you with a deep thrust, and a sudden yelp becomes sweet music to his ears. "My beautiful darlin'."

You immediately turn to the side, biting your bottom lip before he sees it quiver. "Aht aht, don't do that." He's quick to grab your chin to face him again. "You can't hide from me, not like this." He draws closer to press his lips onto yours and you melt on the spot. You instantly become a mewling mess, his sloppy kisses turning your brain into mush.

And it doesn't stop there, of course not. He then slithers his hand down to your clit, giving it unnecessary yet gracious attention for being disregarded.

That was it for you, your walls spasming around his cock as you cream onto him, your euphoric orgasms taken by his ravaging mouth. He breaks the kiss to see a trail of spit still linking the two of you.

"Good girl," He praises you as he lets you ride out your high, admiring how pretty you look. However, "Sorry, baby, but I still gotta finish here." He grinds his hips into your messy cunt, the overstimulation nearly choking you in your own spit. "Stay with me for a few minutes, okay, princess?"

[sarrsqz]

Back to Clarity

My tragic girl 😔

Interview with the Vampire: Claudia de Pointe du Lac x Reader

This was made with the idea of being platonic but could also be read with romantic undertones I suppose. I just wanted to give her some love because no one really talks about her on here.

Takes place in season two - Paris, 1950.

Word count: 1.2k

Claudia's hand shook as she leaned her head against it. Her leg bounced against the wooden floor, slightly heeled shoe making a soft clicking sound each time. Her skin felt colder than usual, bare elbows resting on the vanity in front of her. Her face scrunched up in irritation at the sounds of the audience cheering and clapping for those on stage.

She cursed herself as the coven played with her storyline, her insecurities. The fact that her existence was an abomination was humorous to them. They found joy in mocking her right to her face.

She had spent so long finding other vampires. Her determination constantly tested at every dead-end and suicide she was forced to witness. Finding the Parsian Coven had been a dream come true for her. A way to find true purpose. To be surrounded by other vampires who saw her as more than a child. More than their child.

But she was met with the same resistance as before. A group of centuries old vampires who saw her as a mistake. Who found pleasure in exploiting her.

The various ruffles and laced parts of the outfit she was forced to wear itched and burned her skin. She reached to the collar of the blue dress, pulling at the fabric like she was pulling off a second skin.

She craved to hear the stitching be torn out of the homemade dress. Desired to watch the fabric curl in on itself in a pit of fire, or watch it dissolve in a tank of acid. Anything to destroy any remnants of a connection she has with it.

Her eyebrows drew together, knitting in a tight line of frustration and humiliation. Her lips quivered when she finally took in the appearance of her face. The face of a teenage girl, decked out in blue eyeshadow and faux freckles stared back at her. She felt her breathing get deeper, harsher.

Her red eyes scanned over the mirror's reflection, hands stopping their clawing movements against the dress. The sounds faded out behind her. They sounded miniscule, unimportant as she blankly took in her makeup covered face. The face of a girl who should've died forty-three years ago.

Her fingers moved to her face, erratically smudging away the makeup. It smeared together, blending into inharmonious colors against her skin. Her red eyes seemed to be brighter in contrast to the ugly smudges on her face, breathing in deeply to restrict her true emotions which were threatening to break through the surface.

"Makeup pads are over there, y'know."

Claudia's head snapped over her neck, hands tensing while still being held out in front of her. You took in her face, the vulnerability expressed underneath all that rage.

You were leaning against a wooden pillar in the middle of the room, arms loosely crossed over your chest. You looked at her blankly.

"Oh, really? How quaint." She responded after a second of hesitation, voice bitter. She turned back around in her seat and crossed her arms in her lap. Her eyes refused to meet the mirror in front of her. She pushed her embarrassment down, replacing it with defiant rage. It continued to build as she heard you walking over to Estelle's dresser. "Shouldn't you be out there? Playing out those fantasies of yours?"

You pushed in the dresser's cabinet with your hip after grabbing what you need, smiling to yourself at the sound of her accent. You've yet to visit America, but it seems just as bland as the rest of the mortal run world. At least here you have some of your kind.

"I'm not on today." You placed the makeup pads on her vanity after responding vaguely. Claudia glared at them while picking at her nails. While she was desperate to remove any childlike addition they gave her for the performance, she refused to accept your aid. "I don't need your help. I'm not a kid." She spat, looking back at you as you sat down near her at another vanity. You crossed one leg over the other, leaning closer to the mirror and adjusting a piece of your hair.

"I didn't say you were."

"Felt like it."

Her response was quick, practiced. She's had this conversation before. Whether it be mortals or vampires, she was never deemed as an equal in their eyes. She learned that the hard way.

Your arm fell to the table, head turning to look at her. It was silent for a moment. Just you and her staring at each other. Her face seemed to be set in a permanent snarl.

Claudia's walls were high. They had to be. After everything she'd gone through, she had no other options but to close everyone out. Her struggles were just that -- hers. No one else understands her pain. The curse of immortality in a body that restricted growth and true experiences. Unable to bond with neither mortal nor vampire, the former seeing her as a child and latter seeing her as an atrocity.

"It's just makeup, Claudia." Your voice was soft, although detached in Claudia's eyes. "Don't let it define you."

"Oh. It's that easy, huh?" Her eyebrows shot up, egging you on in a sarcastic manner. She sat up in her seat, breathing heavily, hands placed firmly on the sides of the chair she sat on after uncrossing them.

More silence spread between the two of you. The only sounds came from the audience, entertained beyond belief at the various acts the coven put on for them.

Your face was blank, calmly looking over Claudia's defensive expression. You turned your head back to the mirror after a moment.

"You're not gonna say nothing?" Claudia asked while leaning forward more, bewilderment mixing with anger taking over her face. Her curled hair fell over her shoulders, hanging in the air while she awaited a response from you.

She waited for you to say something you couldn't take back. Something to confirm her suspicions that finding other vampires had been futile, and that no one in the coven truly respected her. But secretly, a small part of her craved your words to be the exact opposite. To find someone who could accept her -- to prove Lestat wrong.

To prove herself wrong.

You looked back at her, sitting up in your seat as well. Your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced to the wooden floor for a moment before looking back at Claudia. "It's not about them. It's about you. You deserve more than this bitterness... you know that don't you?"

Claudia's eyes widened slightly, a sense of ease replacing the heavy feeling in her chest. Her eyes scanned your face, looking for a lie, a ploy. Something to convince her to crawl back into her well-built safety net.

"Here," your voice cut through her thoughts. You reached forward for the makeup pads, grabbing a nearby makeup removal serum to place on them. "Let me help you, Claudia."

Her nails picked at the wooden chair she was sitting on. She let you wipe off the smudges, remove the ribbons from her hair -- bringing her back to clarity.

A sense of equality stemmed between you both. Claudia could almost feel her walls crumbling with each wipe of the makeup pads.

Being wrong never felt better.

[floweryrkive]

with you ? always.

a huh yunjin drabble !

genre : fluff, a tad bit of angst.

pairing : idol!yunjin x non!idol! bodyguard!gn!reader, established (secret from everyone) relationship.

warnings : none that I can think of but lmk if I missed anything !

author's note : ah this was going thru my brain so bad that I ended up making another whole blog to upload gg fanfics 😭 the lack of yunjin fics at times is so sad :") anyways enjoy and lmk what you think !

word count : 2.2k

The arena was filled with loud cheering, bright lights and very, very many people yet the one who you wanted to see seemed to not be visible at all.

It was the end of another successful concert, the girls' final greetings having been done and the arena going dark to let them come backstage.

You'd been at the back as well, staring in awe at the way they performed more specifically at the way she did. You don't think you once even looked at anyone else, though you knew and appreciated how hard they all worked but she was, well for you at least, different.

You were head over heels in love with the woman, you'd literally go and pluck the stars from the night sky or go in the deepest of oceans to find the shiniest pearl if she even simply asked you for it.

Huh Yunjin.

And by some miracle you think, she loves you too. Not that you weren't someone who didn't deserve her. You had your own accomplishments which ultimately led you to working as her personal bodyguard.

Though you were pretty sure if someone told you ,a few months ago, that you'd be in a relationship with said woman, you'd probably have punched them for making such an awful joke.

You didn't get on the right foot. Her being stubborn and not wanting a bodyguard to follow her around even if she wants to go to a simple trip to the store while you were just trying to do your job.

She acted like a menace that time but that's a another story for another time.

For now, you just wanted to check up on her. And as though the universe favoured you for the first time in a while, but you do think it did favour you when you somehow ended up with her, you spot her making her way after all the other girls walked in.

Her hair was slightly tousled, sweat covering her forehead and her face all red from performing but you still find her the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid your eyes on.

She seemed to look around for someone, and a small grin made its way on your face, realising she might be looking for you.

Her stylists and the crew were already helping the girls out by giving them water bottles and towels, she seemed to promptly ignore them as she still searched around.

You shook your head when she declined a water bottle and moved your hand to grab one from the person passing them around.

Once you looked up, before you could even call her, she spotted you and maybe it was the lights in the room but her eyes seemed to brighten up even more than they usually were.

You gulped as you realised just how much you loved to see her look at you like that, thinking about what you'd do if it ever disappeared.

She sprinted across the room and stood in front of you. You had to tilt your head slightly down as she was shorter than you. You bit your lower lip to prevent a grin from forming on your face as you saw the same excitement glow on her face each time she seemed around you.

"Hi." She breathed out as a smile formed on her face and you couldn't control your own chuckle as you shook your head.

"Hello." You said with your hands behind your back still holding the water bottle. You looked around briefly, noticing how the busy crew was tending to other matters, leaving Yunjin to her since she didn't seem like she needed anything at the moment.

Well not anything they would be able to provide because what she really wanted was who stood in front of her.

"So what did you think of the performance?!" Her cheery voice brought your attention back to her as she put her hands to her side, clenching her fists as though she was nervous and excited. But also to control herself from throwing herself at you like she sometimes would.

Being the observer you were, you knew she was out of breath seeing her chest rise and fall in quick breaths so you put your hand in front, prompting her to take the water bottle.

"Drink some water first bab— Miss." You coughed out before the nickname slipped, her eyes blinking when she recalled where she was.

"R-right! Water! Yes, uhm thank you." She grabbed the bottle, trying to open it but her hands were sweaty and the condensation on the bottle seemed to have made it slippery too.

"Here." You grabbed her hand and took the bottle back, opening the cap, and handing it back to her.

"Thank you!" She smiled at you as she gulped down a sip, almost moaning in relief as the coolness calmed her throat and mind.

Checking your surroundings, you made sure no one was paying attention before you, leaned in closer to her, just a little forward to not seem suspicious but also only say something she could hear.

"Anything for you, baby." You whispered sweetly as though it was the most normal thing, and it was but not at that time.

You stood straight in time to see her choke, and your eyes widened reaching for her water bottle as you briefly went beside her to pat her on the back.

"Wh-what did you—" Once her coughing stopped, she looked at you while glaring but you could see her cheeks turn pink.

"What? I said nothing." You shrugged innocently, as you put your hands to your side now standing beside her.

"You-!"

"Unnie?" Eunchae came up in front of you, calling Yunjin who was flustered and glaring at you.

"We're going back to the hotel and probably planning to eat out, joining?" She eyes you two, in suspicion but you just looked blankly, looking away from them.

Yunjing thought about it for a second though, because what she really wanted was to spend her time with you now. She was exhausted and didn't feel like going out, just wanted you to hold her until her world was just the scent of your cologne and warm arms around her.

Sighing, she just nodded, trying not to look too disappointed by how her plans seemed to go differently.

"Yeah, yeah, fine." Her tone sounded off but Eunchae figured it was likely exhaustion.

"Alright we'll be in the van!" She happily smiled at you both to which you returned a small grin and Yunjin waved her hand.

"Come on, let's go, they're waiting." You told her as you looked towards the exit door.

"But I wanted to just…nevermind yes let's go!" She shook her head, not finishing her train of thoughts as she moved forward, you trailing behind her in slight confusion as to what her sentence was going to be.

And with that you followed her out to where the van was and greeted the others as you pulled open the door for her.

The night went smoothly after that, having been told you could go on your own after you dropped off the girls at the restaurant, being reassured you weren't needed because it was just below the hotel and there were the other bodyguards there too.

But it took everything in you to not go and hug her when you were saying your farewell for the day, the disappointment and sadness that glimmered before appearing again.

Why was it so hard to just spend time with you?

She was quick to cover it, her smile, the one that was definitely not genuine, on her face as she waved her goodbye to you. She didn't even mouth anything to you, like she usually would when you'd leave and you knew there was something up.

Being the best partner you thrived to be, you got back to the hotel, to your room, changed into comfy grey sweatpants and a sweatshirt while putting on another layer of a black jacket, put on your cap and went about.

It was difficult though. To find a flower shop open at this hour but lucky for you, there was one downtown that sat in a quiet corner. You made your way there and scanned the variety of flowers, the middle aged woman greeting you while you politely greeted her.

Finally settling for a combo of red and white tulips, you got a bouquet made and quickly made your way back to the hotel so as to not seem like some sort of creep. You'd hidden the flowers in a paper bag that the lady gave you and it was better to hide them that way.

Going back to your room, you made sure you looked decent enough, threw the paper bag on your bedside table and got out of your room.

Lucky for you, both yours and her room were near each other. The privilege of a personal bodyguard you suppose. She messaged you a few minutes ago that they were back and she was headed towards her room.

Her last message to you read,

'goodnight :( miss u <3'

It was only two minutes ago, so you doubt she'd be asleep as you stood in front of her door.

You looked down to prevent your face from being visible, scanning the hallway to make sure no else was there before you knocked on the door.

You could hear some shuffling and then it was quiet for a moment before you saw the doorknob turn.

Yunjin was very confused when she saw someone hiding behind a bouquet of flowers, her brain being a little slow in processing due to her exhaustion but also distraction.

You moved the flowers beside your face, her coming into view now before you grinned at her,

"Hi." She had to blink once, she blinked twice and her mouth fell agape.

"Firstly, these are for you. I don't think I told you about your performance, like you were incredible as always and I just felt like bringing you these to show you since I'm not really good with words and—oomph!" You yelped when she leaped forward and into your somewhat open arms. You quickly put one hand around her waist to stabilise her and yourself while holding the bouquet in the other.

Her head buried itself in the crook of your shoulders as her arms wrapped around your neck. She felt a low vibration from your chest indicating you laughing,

"Seems like my surprise is appreciated."

"Come on love, let's head inside yeah?" She just mumbled in agreement as you slowly walked inside. She moved backwards as you guided her by her waist, careful to not bump into the door.

Placing the bouquet near a table by the entrance, you kicked the door closed as you wrapped your moved your hand to close the lock.

Finally you wrapped your arm fully around her as you continued to stay standing, just in each other's embrace. "Honey, is everything fine? Tell me, is there something bothering you?"

"Just…just you. Missed you. Wanted you." She whispered to you so softly, it made you feel the kind of warmth you do when the sun touches your skin on a cold day. It wasn't too far off anyways considering she was your sun, the brightest star in the sky.

"Well you have me now, want to get more comfy love?" Your hand automatically reached for her head and gently caressed her soft hair. She hummed in both agreement and relief as her previous thoughts of not being able to see you went away.

All she knew in that moment was the smell of your homely cologne, the familiar musky sandalwood and the way you engulfed her form in your arms.

She didn't even realise you were both lying down on the bed until she looked up to see you staring back at her. "Good?" Your voice was low making it sound slightly deeper than usual. Just the tone she secretly loved.

There you both laid, your arms around her body and hers around your shoulders, legs somewhat tangled as she looked up at you and gently grinned.

She nodded as you moved your hand up to her cheek, thumb caressing it as you leaned down.

You kissed her forehead as she shut her eyes, you then moved to her right eye, softly pressing your lips and the same to the other. You pecked her nose before finally settling on a longer peck on the lips.

When you pulled back, she made a noise of protest, which had you giggling at her, "What?" You teasingly asked, "More." and before you could tease her more she moved her hand and grabbed you by your jacket collar, promptly pressing your lips against her soft ones.

It was slow and nothing more, allowing you to taste the strawberry lip gloss she'd put on, the one she knew was your favourite, just happy to be with each other after rarely being able to see each other. You smiled into the kiss as she pushed herself more into you.

With the need of oxygen, you both pulled away from each other, her eyes hazy while yours were similar, her cheeks being pinker than usual and you certainly felt your own burning up.

"Feeling better?" She bit her lip before leaning in to brush her nose against yours before whispering three words that made you grin in delight,

"With you? Always."

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feedback is always appreciated 💌

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[lovehotelreservation]

chapter nine: it's alright to just admit that i'm the fantasy summary: worldwide fame and a political tie or two has you--one of the biggest pop stars around--in dire need of reliable protection. thankfully you have four ex-military retirees to entrust your wellbeing to. but what happens when that protection turns possessive? rating: r story pairing: f!reader/task force 141 | chapter pairing: f!reader/price previous chapter | next chapter

happy new year !!!

it's british uncle fan time :^)

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There was something about the sound of stomping boots that was so blissfully nostalgic.

For Price, it called back to the simpler days of when he finally eased into his role as part of the British Army’s infantry, when he–among a sea of recruits–learned to structure their own individual sense of discipline and duty just by learning how to accept marching orders with diligence and heads held high.

Many years later, with his passage of time marred with shed blood, the rise of defiant revolution, the destructive collapse of conquest, he found himself issuing out such orders while handling the mantle of captain.

Though now retired, he was standing back in observation, his head lowered, the rim of his cap shadowing over his steely gaze.

He was focused on a pair of stomping boots–over the knee, cherry red, pointed heel–, a pair of cotton black shorts–hip-hugging, flimsy, constantly riding up–, and a pair of exposed thighs–soft, delectable, tempting.

Price was on dance rehearsal duty this time around. Typically, he preferred to be with you during more pressing matters such as escorting you to dinners and galas with more high-profile clientele–political-types, as the last thing he would ever let happen on his watch was some old yet powerful bastard eye you down as a trophy housewife. However, it only took a few pictures of you during a visit to your costume designer’s studio that Kyle sneakily snapped and sent from last week’s practice into the 141 bodyguard group chat that had him rearranging everyone’s schedule for the week.

🧢: you lot seein this??? it’s one of her planned outfits for the tour

🧢: height gap’s closing in on you johnny lol

🧼: fuck off gaz 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕 

👻: price you best leave that schedule alone, you old bastard

👨🏻: consider this new break a gift from me to u all

🧢: oh for fucks sake

🧼: PRICE YOU CUNT

👻: 🔪

Insults from Kyle and Johnny, threats of violence from Simon–he’d gladly withstand them all anytime.

Because the quick glimpse of you posing around in those boots was something that Price had to witness for himself firsthand.

Immediately.

By his grand and mighty stature–as shared by the others–Price was always casting his gaze down to meet yours. At times, how much he needed to shift his eyes depended on how high your heels were–ever the amusing experience to talk to you just before you would go and change shoes, whether some chunky platforms to bring you up, or heels to strut around in.

In this case, it was the cherry red boots that you were wearing that elevated you, seemingly activating that ferocious performing spirit of yours while you ran through your choreography with your dancers. The fire in your eyes spoke of your dedication, fully in tune with your movements as you hit your marks with perfect precision, each tap of your boots on the polished wooden floor bringing satisfaction to his ears.

After all, he was well-versed in giving marching orders to recruits.

The idea of instructing you, commanding you, ordering you–his mouth shouldn’t be watering so much at the thought, the fantasy.

But as he watched you drop to your knees in those boots on all fours towards the end of the song, lust was spreading through him at a poisonous rate. If he had it his way, he would have you march straight to his bed–the perfect stage for a show just for him and him alone.

He would applaud a job well done with kisses along your neck, words of praise rough and laced with filth, giving you your flowers by spreading your thighs, having those boot-clad legs of yours hug his waist as he left you whining and writhing with every merciless swing of his hips—

“Price~”

His attention was back on you in an instant, a kind smile spread across his lips, his eyes warm.

“Yes, dear?”

Your current look was delectable. Flushed skin shining with sweat from a vigorous rehearsal, shirt tied up to expose your midriff, and–of course–your tiny shorts and high-heeled boots.

While basking in your appearance, he heard the footsteps of all the other dancers and staff departing for lunch, leaving just the two of you behind in the practice room.

With a grin, you proceeded to purposefully click your boots down onto the floor. “Would you ever last a day in these shoes at your last job?”

The idea of Ghost Team donning skilled masks and boots similar to yours while exacting revenge Graves crossed Price’s mind, prompting him to immediately begin guffawing with amusement, “Afraid not–a platoon of some of the world’s most capable men could never stand to be in those boots of yours!”

You giggled in satisfaction, even throwing a salute towards him. “An honor, sir!”

Desire shot through his amusement.

He bit back a groan. “Sir” never felt so good to hear until this very moment.

“Anyway, let me grab some water real quick and let’s get lunch after!”

With this, you turned around to step over to where a basket of chilled water bottles awaited. As you bent over to reach for one to drink, the jolly bemusement on Price’s features flashed to an expression far more nefarious–scheming even–as he drank in the sight of your presented backside.

Those thighs, those shorts, those boots.

If he were to lock the door to the practice room this very instant, you wouldn’t even last 5 minutes.

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today's chapter was brought to you by snsd's "oh!", twice's "strategy" and ive's "after like" dance practice videos !!!

i also just realized that oml we're getting close to not only the end of this 5-chapter update run but also the end of this piece as a whole !!! thank you for your continued support !!! it means so much to me !!!

i hope you enjoy what's to come in the next chapter !!!

chapter title: maybe we're so meant to be

chapter focus: ghost

[heartfullofleeches]

How would Host react if one day I decided to dress up as and mimic him for a show

Just what are you up to today?

As a consumer of tricks and mischief himself, Host could tell you had a few up your sleeve from the smirk in your eyes down to the tiny hiccups between each word as you asked him to keep all eyes off your dressing room today. Cute. He decided to play along as he had full trust you wouldn't run off, and only a monster would resist such a harmless and innocent request. He was a tad disappointed to hear you wouldn't be there to start the show, but as long as you were there by its climax it'd be yet another smash hit. Host figured he'd do his part and hype up the crowd for your arrival. He hasn't been this excited since that corrupt politician you brought on the other week. His tie is grey today. That's an interesting development

The curtains draw and Host steps out on stage, welcomed by the cheers and appulse of your crowd. They're a rowdy lot today - right off the bat. What's got them so livened up already?

"Good-Day, Folks. Welcome to another exciting episode of your favorite show -"

"With your favorite host!"

Host taps his mic. He wasn't used to feedback unless for comedic effect. The crowd cheers and hollers all the same from the combined greeting - and from the unsteady click of heels on the title floor Host knew he was no longer alone. He twists his head to look back at the figure emerging from the cover of shadows - microphone in hand.

"Well, Well - what's this now? Surprised to see me?"

A confident smirk dawns their face; stride as professional and flashy as their bandaged eyes could lead guided by two stage hands. Their usual flare swapped out with a grey business suit. Hair slicked back to the best of their capabilities and voice carrying that boastful charm. His copy walks up to him, halted by one of their helpers. They whisper something in their ear and the copy's smile grows.

"If it isn't my doppelganger. Handsome devils, aren't we?"

Host does a doubletake at your attire; camera zoomed in on you from all angles. Posture to dress - you were a spitting image; eyes wrapped up with some bandages to complete his signature look. Feeling the relentless stares you've grown accustomed to, you tilt your head up at him. You swap your mic with his as you saulter over to his desk, kicking your feet up on the table as you take your seat. Your left leg missing the table due to your altered sight, but you pick yourself back up and swing it over your right.

"That's better. These shoes are killing me. Speaking of which, how are our dear guests?."

The stage goes dead quiet. Not even a whisper, or an awkward cough to clear the air. You lift your hand up to remove the bandages.

"Haha..."

Host's chest rises with a breath.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

He keels over, clutching his ribcage as he bellows a pitched laugh perfectly synced with the millions of voices in the crowd. He laughs harder, bending to his knees as he squeezes his chest tighter and tighter til theirs a faint crack!. He snickers; practically wheezing as he tries to get out a single word between his fit of hysterics. He scrapes black mucus from the corners of his mouth, shoulders bouncing with a silent giggle as he rises and stumbles over in your direction.

"Y/n... Your performance.. It's so spectacular, it's moved me to tears! I knew I picked the most excellent show host in the biz. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I think I've fallen in love all over again! I knew you'd always upstage me, but if there's anyone who could successfully steal my show - it's you."

The overhead lights blind you as he carefully peals the wrappings from your face. "But if I can make one request, do be a me solid and don't cover up these pretty eyes of yours. Can't have a good show if every part of you isn't accounted for, and you'll need them to see the faces on our dear guests when we bring them out. Today, more than any, we'll knock'em for sure. I look forward to your full act."

[valentine-cafe]

What if reader was avoiding your scary ocs and when they were in the same space like, tried to smile but ended up looking/walking away. their voice was meak and hushed and they tried to not inconvenience your ocs, so they naturally think that Oh, reader is scared of them, what else is new?only for someone to point out the real reason being "actually they've got a big fat crush on you" ???

. ˚◞♡ 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔◞ ₊˚

𖹭. in which you start avoiding the scary characters because you have a crush on them /gn reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HERRERA HUSBANDS 209 ꒱ at first they would be quite amused by your seeming fear towards them. following you around and meeting you at all different corners of the city or jìngyí’s clinic. ushering you to a lounge to speak with them to see the way you would try to deflect each and every question asked with meak and mumbled words.

then, when one of their assistants approached them one day. after you had just gone home from your appointment. he can’t help but snicker a bit at their bosses while shaking their head.

“you both are intelligent but oblivious. they are not scared of you they are in love. you can see it in the way they get flustered when you speak to them, fiddling and looking everywhere.”

and for a moment the room went quiet, the scientist and doctor slowly look at each other. before back at the assistant. only for the husbands to excuse themselves to rush after you like two feral and excited animals.

snake monster x reader, mad doctor x reader, spider-moth-mantis x reader, mad scientist x reader, yandere x reader, villains x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ XĪYÁNG 9819 ꒱ often doesn’t have time for such. when someone is scared of him, he takes no time to bother. often too focused on his work. though curious he is to admit why you in particular is so quick to shy away from him.

you’re an intern at the syndicate, he’s seen your skills, he’s seen the way you interact with the crew. yet with him you show so much fear. your respect outweighs it, but your fear of him certainly is strong.

it wasn’t until his girlfriend noticed your behavior around him that he found out was going on. as she snickered and gave him a little elbow to his side.

“you don’t recognise the lovesick looks?” she hums, giving you a little wave from afar and watching as you turned away with a face flaring up redder than a tomato.

“oh—” is all that’d reach your ears as the realisation kicked in for the mercenary leader.

grim reaper x reader, mercenary leader x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO 1311 ꒱ you were one of the bartenders at the club he’d perform at with his band most often. and oh those sweet little mumbled out voice you got when he was close to you made him chase for you each time.

he had a sadistic side to him that adored when people feared him. though that was usually only with humans. and he was curious as to why you, a pretty little thing in the sector would be so flustered and scared around him.

your small and hurried responses would make him itch with a want for you to talk more, watch you ease up around him.

he had no clue that it was not fear you felt, but that insufferable lovesick, crushing feeling in your heart each time he caught your eyes from across the room.

“this person. head over heels for you,” one of your coworkers at the bar would mutter to him one time when you were on break. and only then did it really hit him that you had a crush.

he was quick to rush to the back of the club to fluster you a bit more and give his own little piece of mind on how he felt.

rockstar x reader, enigma x reader, mercenary x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ JÌNGYÍ 1311 ꒱ would probably actually catch on before he was told by someone what exactly was going on. though uncertainty had kicked in at some of your most recent responses to your conversations with him.

he just needed a sort of confirmation to be sure he wasn’t taking anything the wrong way.

so he observed how you acted with other people around you, cornering you at times to see how you talked to him and then leaving you, following you around to none of your knowledge to observe even more.

and when it hit him you were very different with other people around you he tried to put the puzzle together. to his luck, one of your friends had seen you and had laughed a bit, excusing themself from the group to walk over to him and tell him a bit of what was going on.

and with the blink of an eye, from you and all of your friends, you were gone. swept away by a large, serpent tail, while jìngyí made his way home to sit you down and talk.

naga x reader, mechanic x reader, artificer x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ JÌNGYÍ VERSELESS ꒱ he likes to toss and play around with the people he scares. it’s the demonic part of him that urges him to torment the poor souls that shy away from him, and you certainly were no exception.

trapped in his citadel way down below in the abhorration. his presence making you flustered every time he is around. he had no clue he made your heart beat out of fluster and now fear.

it was his alessio that brought it up to him and told him what was really going on. which lead to jìngyí instead becoming less teasing and tormenting and more possessive and quiet around you but in a comfortable way.

he looks after you and makes sure you are okay, sometimes pulling you to rooms of his citadel and keeping you inside of them for a while to make sure you don’t run away. don’t worry, alessio knows exactly what that feels like, so at the very least the two of you can be comforted by one another. . .

demon x reader, necronancer x reader, alchemist x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ PRIMORDIAL HUSBANDS ꒱ often do not bother too much with those who are scared of them unless there is a reason to. you are a baker in the town next to the emerald woods that they often frequent, to get pastries for their husband.

they only noticed your fidgety mannerisms around them when they entered the bakery after rishen. he had been talking and chatting with you merrily and you had been just as bright.

yet, when they caught your eyes, your posture immediately faltered and your lips thinned, eyes looking away.

the man you had previously spoken to would only tilt his head in confusion and look over his shoulder, only to see his husbands who stood in the doorway to the bakery and stared at you in confusion. eyebrows raised.

he then looked back at you and then back at his husbands, before grinning and giving you a look. one you knew way too well.

“rishen—”

“oooooooooh, you’re crushing on my husbands?”

“what?” the husbands both let out in unison and give you another look.

the embarrassment was too hard to handle for you, and you ended up sinking behind the counter and hiding away from the world there.

corrupt gods x reader, siren x reader, sorcerer x reader, rhytaari x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ VALERIUS ꒱ to put this one really short, he would be very nonchalant about you. yeah, you’re scared? it’s not something he really thinks about. he’s got plenty of people who fear him enough already. though upon discovery that you were not scared but in love, he would have given you the biggest look of disappointment.

“you have awful taste in men if you are crushing on me.” he sighs, shaking his head and turning around.

“find someone better for you.” and with that he was off. leaving you to splutter and spill tears of embarrassment.

demon x reader, rhytaari x reader 

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

Shizurui's feelings for each other headcanons (can't believe i've not done this yet, i should have my badge revoked, honestly-)

- as i'm pretty sure all us like... five Shizurui-ers agree, Rui definitely fell first

- minor celebrity crush ever since he was introduced to MMJ! that he didn't think would mean anything. but then after he properly spent time with her on the school trip?

- kaboom, cue falling head over heels queerplatonically <3

- disaster. absolute disaster, he is. he's so obvious about it despite his best efforts not to be

- during W x S rehearsal, Emu'll be chatting about her school day and who she talked to- everyone else catches on to how Rui seems more interested in her rambles immediately after Shizuku's name's mentioned

- even Leo/need finds out about it through Tsukasa and Emu and are gossiping about it. a bit of Shiho has withered away and died at the thought of her sister getting close with Tsukasa's somehow even more chaotic friend /silly

- Shizuku doesn't realise SHE likes him more than an acquaintance, let alone being aware of the other way round

- she subconsciously tries finding excuses to spend time with him <3

- "oh dear :(( i broke the microwave again :(( i suppose i'll have to call Kamishiro-san :(( and he'll spend time telling me how to fix it :(( such a shame... :)"

- it helps that all her friends now direct her to Rui when she has tech issues since they're aware the two know of each other's existences now!! they all reckon it's a miracle they met, since he's the rare one who won't ever get tired of explaining anything related to tech again and again <3 (especially since it's her)

- she definitely takes advantage of that without meaning to. whattt, just wanting to talk to him? as far as she knows, she's just mysteriously become more aware of how often she struggles with computers and appliances!!

- Tsukasa unintentional, oblivious wingman?? TSUKASA UNINTENTIONAL, OBLIVIOUS WINGMAN!!

- "ahaha, Shizuku!! absolutely wonderful show last weekend, we all went to see it and agreed it was marvellous!! especially Rui, actually, i recall him murmuring that you looked "ethereal," haha!! i'm sure he was quite impressed by the stage lighting then!!"

- rest in peace, Rui Kamishiro, he died too young

- 'tis all well though, since Shizuku, OF COURSE, believes he was just on about lights. (and was totally NOT disappointed when she heard Tsukasa's conclusion, nope, not at all, that would be so silly, to expect Rui was complimenting HER and not just the technical aspect of the show, wouldn't it? these idiots /most affectionate)

- Nene makes fun of Rui endless

- once she (almost immediately) pieced it together, she started doing shit like playing a Shizuku focused song to grab his attention when he's absorbed in tinkering and completely tuning everything else out. and then she loses her mind when it WORKS

- "oh, so THAT makes you finally look up?"

- Emu, the most emotionally intelligent character in the game, in my (correct) opinion, also just knows instantly and definitely thinks they're adorable and is VERY straightforward about it

- "Rui-kun, Rui-kun, i have the most WONDERHOY idea, wahahahaha!! you and Hinomori-senpai should TOTALLY go on a DATE over there, at the Ferris Wheel!! :D "

- "...!!"

- "ehhhh?? are you okay?? you look like your heart went crash-bam-boom!!"

- "... Emu-kun, we are very lucky i had paused eating just now because i do not believe you are quite vertically gifted enough to perform the Heimlich maneuver on me."

- Emu wingman number two? Emu wingman number two!!

- it actually gives Rui so much stress that Emu goes to the same school as Shizuku, cause you just know she might let something slip without even meaning to. not like Shizuku would catch on in the vast majority of cases though

- you could have all their friends waving a massive sign at her reading "RUI KAMISHIRO LIKES YOU" in gigantic, lit up letters and she'd be like "aww~ that's so very sweet, i didn't know Kamishiro-san was such a passionate fan of idols!! hehe, i'll remember to thank him for supporting our group so much...!!"

in conclusion: one of them is as oblivious as one can possibly get while the other gets to be nothing of the sort, thanks to his friends constantly reminding him of his feelings at every chance!!

[orionsangel86]

The Problem With Thessaly

I’m sure plenty of fans would agree with me that there are certain elements of the Sandman comics that are going to be very difficult to adapt for television. I don’t envy the mammoth task Neil and the creative team on the show have ahead of them. But one element in particular which has been on my mind frequently is how they are going to introduce Thessaly to our screens.

It’s not just that she’s a TERF. It’s that she’s a cold, cruel, selfish, and inconsiderate bitch who only ever thinks about herself. Oh yeah, and she’s a huge TERF. There isn’t a single likeable element to her.

And yet.

We are supposed to somehow believe that our main protagonist, idiotic as he may sometimes be, depressed and seriously down on his luck as he is, will fall head over heels in love with her.

Sorry. But it ain’t happening. Something has gotta change. So here are my thoughts on how they could fix the Thessaly Problem.

Under a cut for comic spoilers (and its a bit long)

I kinda get the reason it happens in the comics. Kinda. I can’t remember the exact quote, or where I read it, but Neil explained it as “two people who you know are absolutely not right for each other and no one who knows them can understand why they are together.” He purposely wrote it to be a really weird match that didn’t make sense.

From Dream’s perspective, at this point in the story he has just had some of his biggest romantic disasters slapped in his face (at one point literally) all within a very short space of time for an entity as long lived as him. First Calliope, then Nada, and then Alianora, and he is hurting from all of them. Having to face his romantic failures one after another within the space of a few years AFTER having to go through 70 odd years of relentless suffering trapped in a glass prison has GOT to mess with your head. So I think Thessaly is basically the worst rebound in history. They are only canonically together for a few weeks but he somehow falls head over heels for this plain, dull, horrible person. 100% this is a rebound. He’s messed up. So yeah, I kinda get it.

From Thessaly’s perspective it seems she just really liked the idea of being the object of someones attention and desire even though she never returned his feelings and left him the minute he stopped devoting all his attention to her (god she really is a bitch).

So why don’t I think this will work in the show?

Because the show is a kinder universe than the comic. Dream is different in the show. He is already more thoughtful, warm, compassionate, and has a better self awareness when it comes to his shortcomings. He’s also a far more romantic character in the show, which is probably thanks to Tom Sturridge’s excellent performance and likeability and absolutely maddening sexual chemistry with literally every character he interacts with (his pretty face doesn’t hurt either). You just have to look at his scenes with Calliope to know that they are playing up the romance and kindness there when in the comics Dream is extremely cold to Calliope throughout their very short interactions.

Given the news that the writing team on Game of You will include trans writers specifically to cover the sensitivities of honouring Wanda, I don’t know how they will adapt the transphobia she suffers at Thessaly’s hand, or whether they will include that at all - personally I think they should remove it. Not to make Thessaly more likeable, but because it reinforces a really wrong view of witchcraft and magick that modern witches and pagans are working extremely hard to reject. Not to get too deep into these topics, but transphobia is a fucking plague in those communities and the last thing we need is more people thinking everyone who practices witchcraft is a fucking TERF. The comic even goes so far as to imply the actual MOON is transphobic. Like WTF? The moon isn’t fucking transphobic and “womb magic” is stupid. If I ever have to read the words “divine feminine” in a witchcraft FB group again I’m gonna scream.

Anyway my point is that I don’t think those scenes in the comic are necessary and there are plenty of other ways to adapt that story without resorting to transphobia.

The other issue is that if they do keep it in, they somehow have to deal with the fact that their protagonist is seemingly totally cool with dating a transphobic murderous bitch. Um. Yeah, not cool Dream. I think the show is going to do everything it can to make Dream MORE likeable and based on what we have seen so far I definitely think that’s the route they are taking.

So yeah Dream won’t be falling in love with a TERF in the show, that I am sure of.

The thing is, the best way they can deal with the Thessaly problem is also the simplest - Don’t include her. Just don’t write her into the show. Simples.

Because we already have a character in the show universe who technically doesn’t exist in comic canon, who knows magic and the occult, and who is MUCH more likeable and kind whilst still being a bit messy and selfish and totally a terrible match for Dream... Oh, and who also happens to be played by possibly the most well known actor on the shows main cast list.

Johanna Constantine.

Jenna Coleman is a fairly big name and one of the primary stars for the show. At least Netflix seemed to think so since her face was all over the marketing and she was included in basically every cast interview, even though her character only turns up in 1 and a half episodes. She is also playing a new version of an already well known character in pop culture and I am convinced Netflix is already considering spin off options for her. So there is no way they aren’t going to include her in future episodes of the Sandman.

Except thats where Netflix has a problem if it wants to stick to comic canon. Lady Johanna Constantine only turns up in one more Sandman story, and John Constantine doesn’t show up again at all in the comics.

So my piece of speculation that I’m almost 90% certain will happen, is that they will bring back modern Johanna Constantine in an extended or adapted role based on another character.

My money is on Thessaly. Remove Thessaly, replace her with Johanna.

I’m not just saying this because I think Johanna and Morpheus hooking up will be hot (it will be, don’t deny it. My bisexual ass knows a hot couple when I see them). But because it makes sense.

Yeah okay we have that pesky little rule about the Endless not dating mortals - but that rule currently doesn’t exist in show canon either, so theres no reason why they can’t just also scrap that for the sake of some sexy, messy, and definitely disastrous bi4bi action.

All jokes aside, with only a few tweaks to the story in a Game of You, you could seemlessly fit Johanna into it. She can be in New York for a specific case, hell, maybe Barbie and the sudden appearance of Martin Tenbones on a busy New York street IS the case she’s investigating? She can still find a way to break Hazel and Foxglove into the Dreaming AND when Morpheus shows up they can have another tantalising showdown like they did in episode 3. It works better with Johanna tbh. She actually cares about people, the motivation is there for her to want to save Barbie and protect people from supernatural sources. We can just make the storm and the collapse of the apartment block be caused by George or the cuckoo or something (or not have it happen at all since I am also practically certain that Wanda is NOT going to die in the show).

This ALSO means that much later on, when Lyta is having her breakdown and destroying the Dreaming, having Johanna being the one to protect her from Morpheus rather than Thessaly also adds a more human element to it. Morpheus has never been a killer, but sometimes his duties demand it. He goes to kill Lyta to prevent the Kindly Ones destroying the Dreaming. If it is Johanna blocking him instead of Thessaly, their motives align. Johanna would protect Lyta for the simple fact that she won’t let a supernatural creature harm a human (as much as she can - sorry Kevin), and Morpheus, being hesitant about killing anyway, would be easily talked out of it by Johanna. “Find another way to save the Dreaming, I won’t let you harm her.”

It just adds an emotional weight that isn’t there with Thessaly, who only protects Lyta because she made a deal with the Kindly Ones in exchange for more centuries of life - an ironic request when Morpheus (and Death) are keeping Hob Gadling alive simply so he can be Dream’s BFF.

It just works for me. Scrap the “no mortals” rule and you can have them have the messy disastrous relationship that doesn’t work out. It is far more believable that Johanna Constantine could break Dream’s heart - she’s already a known heartbreaker in the show (sorry Rachel). It’s a doomed love story a modern audience can get behind, makes sense, the actors already have insane sexual chemistry, and it could definitely hit all those story beats needed to get the show to a version of the Kindly Ones whilst also actively improving it.

I may first and foremost be a Dreamling shipper, but talking in terms of canon I very much want Morpheus to have a passionate short-lived heart breaking affair with Johanna. Fuck Thessaly. Keep her relegated to comic canon. Morphanna all the way.

And THAT is how we fix the problem with Thessaly.

[sophiasharp]

Brain has been rotting out of its skull these last few days thinking about Copia’s initially rocky relationship with the ghouls, particularly about how he made it so much worse to start with.

Cause I gotta imagine that he was only put officially in charge of Ghost after the deaths of the other Papas, so that’s gonna leave him a bit of a mess for a bit, especially because he suddenly doesn’t know who the hell he can trust anymore now that his main support system just got completely wiped out.

(They were the strongest men he knew, they may have played dumb to the Clergy but each of them were so much smarter than anyone gave them credit for, he’d been so sure they would be here till the Abbey itself crumbled, and yet now he’s here. He, the useless bastard younger brother, has lived to see another era, and they haven’t, and it just isn’t fucking fair-)

So when he’s initially put in charge of the ghouls, he endeavors to be detached- to be what he knows Imperator would want from him for fear that even the slightest provocation could send his house of cards crumbling down, as it were. He referred to them only as “ghoul,” was straight and to the point during rehearsal, and then avoided them completely in everyday life if it could be helped.

And then there is the photo shoot. You know, the one with the severed head.

(It was a threat, it was an open fucking threat, not just to him but to anyone else left that could be considered close to him, it was a threat to play his part like they wanted or otherwise join his predecessors in death, it was a warning to his few remaining friends to stay away lest they prove “distracting” enough to the new band leader that they must be dealt with, because why else would it be Terzo’s real head? Why else would they go to the trouble of decapitating a dead man for a magazine cover?)

The day after, Copia gets so much worse. He can’t talk to anyone about the stress he’s under, can’t safely relieve his frustrations and anxiety to anyone else so he takes it out on the ghouls. He becomes hyper critical off their performances. So what if Rain is still learning the bass? So what if Cumulus has yet to fully acclimate to the surface? So what if Dew only regained consciousness from his element change a week ago and is still dealing with the loss of almost his entire pack? So what if they’re all grieving the same way he is? It’s no excuse. They need to be better.

(Don’t they know? Don’t they know the razor’s edge they all were balancing on? Don’t they know they’re all one mistake away from being cast aside? From being sent to the pit without any warning? From having their existence be deemed not worth of the air they breathed? Don’t they know? Don’t they?)

That day the tension snaps between Copia and the ghouls. It’s one unneeded criticism too many and they all just. Leave. They’ve had enough of thinly veiled threats for one day, never mind the rest of the week. It serves as a wake-up call for Copia, makes him realize just how badly he’d fucked up taking his aggression out on the band mates he’s likely to be spending his entire musical career with.

He regroups after that. Endeavors to apologize. To explain himself, if they’d let him. He knew nothing would mend the rift he’d created immediately, but the sooner he admitted his wrongdoings, the sooner he could start over with them, prove he was more than just a cowardly dog hiding at Imperator’s heels.

So he goes to the ghoul den- not for the first time overall, but certainly for the first time since Terzo was dragged off stage all those months ago -and tries to talk to the ghouls, the majority of whom were huddled around the coffee table in front of the couch.

Mountain gets up to meet him in the doorway, and before Copia can get so much as a syllable out, a pamphlet is being thrust into his chest with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

No, not a pamphlet, he realizes as his heart sinks. A magazine. One with a hauntingly familiar image on the cover.

(He still feels the cold blood through his gloves, still feels the weight of the head in his arms, the bright lights of the camera flash seared into his brain even a day later. He wants to scream. To cry. To vomit. To say or do anything and yet it’s as if he’s rooted in place, only able to look at that damn photo and his brother’s dull, lightless eyes-)

“We may be under your leadership, but If you ever try to hurt my family again, they will never find your body. I’d suggest you leave now before I lose my patience.”

[blackjackkent]

All right, back into the adventures of Rakha in Cazador's palace, where no one is having a good time - least of all Astarion, who has a brand new status effect that I don't recall him getting last time:

Lovely. 😬

"Gods above. He kept Sebastian. I feel ill... all the fools and villains who ever fell for my ploys... they're *here*..."

Rakha is finding herself surprisingly disquieted by the whole business. Certainly she herself has done far worse, in the past that she does not remember, and yet... she thinks of being caged and bound with a horde of other victims, with no hope of escape and only her thoughts for company for over a century and a half, and the idea makes her shudder.

"It's grotesque," she growls curtly. "They're kept like animals."

"And I thought the nests in the kennels were bad," Astarion mutters. "This lurked below..." He rubs the heel of his hand restlessly against the leg of his armor, looking over his shoulder at the unfortunate souls crowded into the prison chambers.

"There's only one reason they'd all still be here," he says, half to Rakha, half to himself. "He must need them for the ritual. Each of the seven... we must have brought in a thousand over the decades. They're all lambs for his slaughter."

He swallows. "And if I was to take his place..." His voice is almost too low to hear now. "They'd all die by my hand. Everyone who ever trusted me enough to let down their guard... innocents, idiots, and the unlucky..."

His head snaps up, his shoulders squaring, his expression going hard. "It doesn't matter," he says firmly. "I will need to sacrifice them all if I want to perform the ritual."

He sounds like Minthara, Rakha thinks. Afraid. Bitter. Hungry for power because power means safety, power means control. Ready to do anything, kill anyone, to secure that power, including kill seven thousand people.

And why not? Rakha thinks, equally bitter. I have certainly killed so many.

But she remembers staring at the avatar of Bhaal, Sceleritas's reflection in that puddle of blood, as it offered her a gift, with the only cost being all the good parts that remained of her. Astarion sits on the same precipice now, with two centuries of agony behind him rather than Rakha's six months of fractured fear. He wants to seize what she rejected.

And it will be a mistake. It will make him the terrible thing she has tried so hard to escape becoming.

"It's going to be glorious," she says suddenly, with acrid sarcasm. "You're almost worse than me."(*)

Astarion's head snaps back, and for a moment his eyes widen in indignation, and then anger. And then the emotions fade, and his shoulders slump, his gaze dropping back towards the floor. "It's just sickening," he mutters. "Seeing them again... I don't know what else..."

He trails off, then turns away and trudges off down the empty, blood-scented corridor.

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(*) For some reason, Rakha still gets Dark Urge line options despite the fact that we're already past Bhaal's bloodline getting ripped out of her. Generally speaking, I've been avoiding taking them, but I decided to go with this one and am choosing to interpret it as biting sarcasm that makes Astarion rethink some things. XD

[huntiesworld]

Blow | Chris Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n takes Chris to the strip club.

Warning: Smut, giving head, strip club. Use of French in the lyrics!

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK!! Based off of Partition by Beyonce

This my first-time writing smut so don't be mean! Thank you

Y/n: Pink

Chris: Purple

The low hum of the engine thrummed beneath through the sleek black sedan as it rolled through the neon-lit streets. Y/n glanced at Chris, her husband, sitting beside her, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Tonight was a night unlike any other, Tonight, Y/n had a surprise for Chris, one that would make every fantasy come alive. 

The car pulled up to the entrance of an exclusive club. The outside was discreet, but the deep bass of music thrummed through the walls, hinting at the world within. Y/n stepped out first, her heels clicking against the pavement as she took Chris’s hand, leading him through the entrance. 

Chris followed her, anticipation building with every step. As they entered, the dim lights and sultry atmosphere enveloped them. Y/n flashed a knowing smile at the host, who nodded and led them to a private section, secluded yet with a perfect view of the stage. 

Let me hear you say “Hey Mrs. Carter! (Hey Mrs. Carter)

“What’s going on?” Chris whispered, a mix of excitement and confusion in his voice. 

 Y/n just smiled, pressing a finger to her lips. “You'll see.” 

Moments later, the lights dimmed further, and a familiar beat began to play. The unmistakable opening notes to Beyonce’s “Partition” filled the room, and Chris’s eyes widened in realization. The curtains on the stage parted, revealing Y/n, dressed in a tantalizing ensemble that left little to the imagination. 

Say, “Hry Mrs. Carter!” (Het Mrs. Carter)

Give me some

Chris’s breath caught in his throat as Y/n began to move, her body swaying in perfect rhythm to the music. Her eyes locked onto his, and it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. Every move she made was for him and him alone. 

“Driver roll up to the partition, please. I don't need you seeing Yonce on her knees.” Beyonce’s voice crooned through the speakers, but it was Y/n’s performance that held Chris captive. She danced with confidence and allure that was irresistible, each movement a promise, a tease, a whisper of desire. 

Y/n moved closer to the edge of the stage, her gaze never leaving Chris. She could see the effect she has on him, the way his eyes darkened with longing, the way his hands gripped the edge of his seat. She reveled in it, knowing that tonight, every fantasy would be fulfilled. 

-See me up in the club with fifty-leven girls , posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill

As the song reached its crescendo, Y/n slid down the pole effortless grace, her body a symphony of curves and control. She ended up on her knees, just as the lyrics suggested, looking up at Chris with smoldering intensity that left him breathless.

The final notes of the song lingered in the air as Y/n rose and walked off the stage, making her way to Chris. She straddled him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Did you enjoy your surprise?” 

Chris’s hand found her waist, pulling her closer. “You have no idea.” he murmured, his voice thick with desire 

The man ain't ever seen a booty like this. Cause when he wanna smash I'll just write another one

Y/n smiled, capturing his lips in a kiss that promised so much more. The night was far from over, as the music continued to pulse around them, they both knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable evening. 

—-------------

The atmosphere of the club clung to their life a second skiing as Y/n and Chris exited the private room The sultry beat of “Partition” still reverberated in their veins, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. The ride back to their penthouse was charged with electricity, neither saying much. Their silence filled with heated glances and charred, hungry breaths. 

As soon as they stepped into their luxurious suite, Chris spun Y/n around, pressing her back against the door, his lips capturing hers in a fervent kiss. The world outside ceased to exist, it was just the two of them, lost in a whirlwind of desire. 

Now my mascara run’, red lipstick smudged, oh he so horny he want to fuck

“God, you were incredible.” Chris breathed against her lips, his hands exploring the curve of her body, feeling the heat through the thin fabric of her dress. 

“You haven't seen anything yet.” Y/n whispered back, her voice low, seductive purr. She pushed him gently, guiding him to on the plush leather sofa in the center of the room. 

Chris sat down, his eyes never leaving hers, his anticipation palpable. Y/n slowly peeled off her dress, revealing the lingerie beneath - the same tantalizing ensemble she has worn during her performance. The look of Chris's eyes was enough to set her skin ablaze. 

He popped all my buttons and ripped my blouse. Oh, there daddy, daddy didn't bring a towel

She straddled his lap, her hands sliding up his chest to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his muscle beneath. Chris groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. Their lips met again, this time more urgent, tongues tangling in a heated dance.

“Tell me what you want.”  Y/n murmured against his mouth, her breath hot and teasing. 

“I want you.” Chris replied, his voice hoarse with need. “All of you.” 

 I just wanna be the girl you like, The kinda girl you like

With a sly smile, Y/n rose slightly, just enough to slip her hands between them, undoing his belt and freeing him from the constraints of his pants. Chris’s breath hitched as she took him hand, her touch gentle and commanding. 

Slowly, deliberately, Y/n positioned herself over him, sinking down inch by agonizing inch, drawing a deep groan from Chris’s lips. The feeling of him filling her, stretching her, was exquisite, and she savored every second.

They moved together in a rhythm as old as time, bodied slick with sweat, breaths mingling in a symphony of desire. Chris’s hands roamed over her back, her hips, her thighs, pulling her closer, deeper, wanting to be as close as possible that bordered on feral, her body aching and writhing in a dance that was both primal and elegant. 

Handprint and footprint on my glass. Handprint and good grips all on my ass

Chris’s hand moved to her breasts teasing her nippled thorugh the lace, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Y/n threw her head back, a cry of ecstasy escaping her lips as he thrust deeper, harder, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. 

The world around them dissolved into a blur of heat and sensation, every touch, every kiss, driving them higher and higher. Y/n’s nails dig into Chris’s shoulders as she feels the coil of pleasure tightening in her core, ready to snap. 

“Chris… I'm close.” she gasped, her voice trembling with the intensity of her approaching climax.

He likes to call me peaches when we get this nasty. Oh, there daddy, daddy you ripped my fur

  “Me too, baby.” Chris groaned, his hips bucking beneath her, driving them both to the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, they shattered together, cries of ecstasy mingling in the air as they both rode the wave of their release. Y/n collapsed against Chris, their bodies slick and spent, their hearts beating in unison. 

For a few moments, they simply held each other, basking in the afterglow of passion. Then Y/n lifted her head, her eyes meeting Chris’s, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like

“Best performance ever.” Chris whispered, his voice filled with love and admiration.

Y/n chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of her hair from his forehead. “Glad you enjoyed the show.” 

Chris’s hands tightened around her waist, pulling her close for another kiss. “I can’t wait for the encore.” 

—-------After A While------------------------------------------------------------------------

The world outside their penthouse suite faded into significance as Chris and Y/n remained entwined on the plush leather sofa, their bodies still humming from the intensity of their shared climax. Chris’s eyes sparkled with mixture of love and raw desire as he looked up at Y/n, who was still straddling him, her skin flushed and glowing. 

“Ready for round two?” Chris murmured, his voice a husky whisper as he ran his hands up and down her back, sending shivers of anticipation through her. 

Y/n smiled, a sultry curve of her lips, leaned down to kiss him, their tongues dancing together in a slow sensual rhythm. “Then let's not wait.”  she whispered against his mouth. 

Hello. Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? 

With a graceful movement, Y/n slid off him and stood up, extending her hands to him. Chris took it, letting her lead him to the bedroom, their footsteps soft against the hardwood floors. The bedroom was a sanctuary of luxury, dimly lit by the warm glow of cand;es scattered around, casting flickering shadows on the walls. 

Chris watched as Y/n slowly removed the remnants of her lingerie, letting the delicate fabric fall to the floor. His eyes drank in every inch of her, the way the candlelight played across her curves, highlighting the perfection of her form. Desire surged through him, a potent force that made his heart race. 

“You’re so beautiful.”  he breathed, his voice thick of emotion.

Le sexe, je veux dire: l'activité physique, le coït. Tu aimes ça?

    Y/n smiled, the complement making her feel even more empowered. She approached him, her fingers gently removing his shirt that was opened from before. She pressed a kiss to his chest, her lisp trailing a path of fire down his torso as she knelt before him, her hands working to free him from his pants. 

Chris shuddered at her touch, his arousal growing with each passing second. He could hardly contain himself as she took him in her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate, driving him wild of pleasure. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her as she worked her magic.

Just as he felt himself nearing the edge, Y/n pulled back, hey eyes meeting him with a mischievous glint. She rose to her feet, pushing him gently onto the bed. Chris fell back against the pillows.  His body arching with need as he watched her climb onto the bed, positioning herself over him.

Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe?

Y/n hovered above him for a moment, savoring the look of desire in his eyes. Then she lowered herself onto him, both of them gasping at the sensation. She began to move, slow and sensual, setting a pace that had both of them moaning in pleasure.

Chris’s hands foamed her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips. He thrust up to meet her movements, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of pleasure. 

“You’re amazing.” Chris groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, to make this moment last as long as possible. 

Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe

“So are you.” Y/n replied breathlessly, her movements becoming faster, more urgent. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling as they moved together, driving each other to the brick of release. 

As the intensity built, Chris felt the coil of pleasure tightening within him, ready to snap. He gripped Y/n’s hips, guising her movements, feeling her muscles clench around him as she rode him with wild abandon. 

“Oh, baby, I'm so close.”  Y/n gasped, her voice a high breathless moan. 

“Me to sweetheart.”  Chris groaned, his control slipping as he thrust harder, and deeper, pushing them both to the edge. 

Mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent

With the final thrust from both partners, they cried each other's names with pleasure. Y/n fell into Chris, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. 

For a long moment, they lay there, holding each other in their arms. Basking in the afterglow of their passion, then Y/n lifted her head, hey face of a fucked out expression, looking at Chris with a small smile. 

“Encore delivered,” she murmured, her voice filled with love. 

Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like (Girl you like)

Chris chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And it was perfect.” he whispered, giving her lips a tender kiss. “Absolutely perfect.” 

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s embrace, knowing that no matter how many encores they had, each one would be just as unforgettable as the last.