#they never really even had set outfits so it was cool to give them their own vibes

[spinosolaris]

two more old ocs I recreated! Been having so much fun with this especially in seeing how much I have improved since last decade lmfao Genesis and Rhys are close friends, they're in a space crew that operates in a morally grey area but genuinely lean toward the side of helping people rather than hurting them.

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐎 ✮ FRANCO COLAPINTO

summary. you hated franco for stealing your friend’s seat not knowing that it’d lead to a night of regret.

warnings. enemies to fwb’s, p in v, semi public s3x, major plot twist at the end, & cheating. franco & reader match each other’s FREAK! 18+

a/n. gif by argentinagp! i love latinos!

YOU HAD PROMISED everyone on the paddock that you wouldn’t judge the new driver too quickly. The week leading up to his arrival had been spent reminding yourself that he didn’t steal Logan’s seat on purpose yet you were still mad. You had grown quite fond of the american over the past months and losing a friend had made you bitter. You couldn’t bring yourself to blame Logan for losing his seat so you resorted to the newly arrived brunette.

“He doesn’t bite.” Alex whispers as he notices the glare you’re sending the brunette.

“But he scavenges.” You murmur as the press surrounds the rookie.

“It’s not like he killed Logan.” Alex scoffs.

He didn’t but it felt like he had. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way the media had already forgotten about your friend and put Franco on a pedestal. He had just arrived a day ago and already he was flaunting himself as the next Hamilton reincarnate. You turn around too frustrated with yourself for hating him when you didn’t even know him.

“Hola.” A thick accent interrupts your thoughts. You hesitantly turn around only to be met with the guy who took your best friend away. “Those colors don’t suit you.”

“Excuse me?” You replied shockingly wondering where his sense of entitlement came from.

“Ah, lo siento. I meant blue would look better on you.” His cheeks change hues realizing his words came out wrong.

“It would If I cared about Williams.” You smile sarcastically watching as his smile falters. “I’ve gotta go but score at least one point, yeah?”

Franco stays still in disbelief wondering if his comment on your clothes had completely pissed him off. Was his english really that bad? Did he come off too strong? He wondered if the rest of the paddock would hate him or if he was just overreacting.

“Don’t worry about her mate. She’s very reluctant to new people. Give her time.” Alex shrugs.

As the weekend progresses you spend your time between the Alpine garage and the trailers. You were lucky Alex and Lily had agreed to spend the whole weekend with you. You stared at the street as Leo climbed into your lap making you pet him. Practice had just started and you couldn’t help but keep a close eye on Williams. You had began to mindlessly rant to your friends over your encounter with the rookie and how it would most likely take him months to replace Logan.

“When this weekend is over I’m taking you with me to workout because you need to relieve that anger.” Lily laughs.

“No, seriously. You’re acting like he’s committed first degree murder when he had nothing to do with Logan leaving.” Alex sounds concerned.

“Look, I know I sound crazy but I swear there’s something off about him. Plus, y’all do remember the comment he made about me right?” You tried to validate yourself.

“English isn’t his first language it was an honest mistake. Either way he just took that Williams to Q1.” Lily motions towards the screen.

“Whatever. Are we all still on for Sunday?” You asked referring to the plans the drivers had made after the race.

“Obviously. Although we may need to monitor you all night to make sure you don’t damage the new rookie.” The two of them laugh as you sit there annoyed.

The sun was beginning to set as you made your way back to the Alpine garage. Your short white dress was the perfect outfit to keep you cool during the blazing heat of the summer. You were excited to spend the afternoon debriefing with Pierre until you run head first into someone. You try to balance yourself by holding yourself against their chest and as you slowly bring your head up you brace yourself for the apology you’re about to make. But then you see his face and that apology never makes it out your mouth.

“Do you not watch where you’re going?” You scoff at the Williams driver.

“I do. I do it very good actually. Or I wouldn’t be here.” He jokes. “It was you who couldn’t see well or else you would’ve seen me.”

“You’re quite full of yourself aren’t you.” You murmur as you fix your dress.

“People pay me to drive of course I am.” He pulls his sunglasses out his face to look at you directly. He has a glint of confidence in his eye and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his ego.

The two of you stood there alone as practice was long over and the drivers had gone back to their trailers to wind down. Your friends were probably going to ask you why you were late and you couldn’t bear the thought to tell them that you’d gotten into another argument with the rookie. You would get teased for it until the season ended.

“You know this whole hating me thing because you think I stole your friend’s seat, when he lost it because he wasn’t good enough, is so hot.” He smirks.

Any quick remarks you once had were now completely forgotten. His words completely took you by surprise and now you were just confused. Had he taken your witty words as flirting? Had you mistakenly led him on? Or was he just being a prick?

“Though, you could put that mouth to better use.” He says loud enough so only you can hear.

Your cheeks heat up at his comment and you can’t help but feel flustered at his words. Suddenly even the short dress you were wearing wasn’t enough to keep you cool. You instinctively bite your lip as you try to think of anything to say to him but you’re utterly speechless. He’s finally gotten under your skin and he hasn’t even raced yet.

“There’s something genuinely wrong with you.” You say.

“Adiós nena.” He smiles at you before wandering off leaving you all alone to process what had just happened.

The rest of the walk to the Alpine garage is awkward and quick. You try your best to store the encounter with Franco in the back of your mind. You do a bad job at it because his words echo in your mind for the rest of the day. You don’t tell anyone what happened that day because it was weird and also you weren’t even sure what had happened that day.

It’s finally race day and you brush off your white skirt as you walk towards the paddock. You’d meet the girls in the Ferrari garage as Charles had wanted to surprise Alex with a girl’s day. You kept your hands above your eyes to protect them from the sun while subtly trying to ignore the camera flashes headed towards you. As you approach the garages you pause for a little. It had become a tradition for you to greet Alex before any race, a superstition that began when Pierre won the Italian Grand Prix, but now you were hesitant to visit the Williams garage.

You sighed coming up with the decision that an awkward conversation with the Argentine rookie shouldn’t stop you from visiting one of your closest friends. You do a 180° heading straight for the garage. It’s a short walk due to you walking as fast as possible to Alex’s booth. The engineer’s greet you already recognizing your face from the past couple of races. There’s a huge group of familiar faces in the room except the Thai. Your eyes drift around hoping to find him so you’re not late to meet up with your friends but you can’t find Alex anywhere.

“He’s with Lily.” A voice spooks you.

“Franco.” you sigh. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here. The real question should be why are you here?” His condescending tone irks you as he plasters that dumb smirk on his face.

“That’s none of your business.” You reply. “Tell Alex I was looking for him. I’ll be on my way now.”

He grabs your wrist before you can turn on your heels stopping you. You’re now completely face to face with him that you can practically feel his body warmth.

“Something tells me you came looking for me using your friend as an excuse.” He says below a whisper.

“Did your parents teach you that the world revolves around you? Has it ever occurred to you that you are not as important as you think you are?” You scoff. “I’m here for Alex and I would be here for Logan too but you ruined that.”

“Ay, boluda.” He laughs in disbelief. “It seems the only condescending person here is you because guess what? I earned this seat. My parents sold our house so I could be here meanwhile your little friend just spent his trust fund and wasted it.”

You run out of remarks at that. You’d spent all this summer terrorizing him unaware of who Franco really was. Although you weren’t going to apologize, you were too proud for that.

“It’s okay though I wouldn’t expect for a pretty dumb little thing like you to get it.” His voice goes hoarse. Your mind goes blank at his words unable to register his hand ending up on your waist pushing you into him.

Those are the last words he says to you before he abruptly pulls away leaving you alone to process the encounter. Your hand instinctively goes to the necklace on your neck caressing it as you try to regain your breath. You can feel how warm your cheeks are and instantly feel embarrassed at the weird tingly feeling in your stomach. Most importantly you couldn’t believe that out of all the people here Franco is the one who put you in this state.

“Oh, good you’re here! Hopefully I’ll get points today because of you.” Alex smiles at you.

“Go crush them. I have to go though have to meet Gasly before the race. You know go over his strategy for the race.” You stammer trying to find an out of the Williams garage.

“Yeah mhm.” He waves you off. “The two of you better show up to the party! Last one before the break!”

The Ferrari garage erupts into cheers as Charles makes it on the podium again. Alexandria and Lily both scream into your ear as both their boyfriends score points for their teams. Meanwhile you stare blankly as the screen as it shows both Alpine cars outside of the points. Then as if the Universe was making fun of you, Franco shows up on the screen celebrating his P8. You hated him, you hated his confidence, you hated the way he took Logan away from you, but most importantly you hated him because the sweaty messy hair he was showing off made you weak. Your mind instantly replayed this morning’s conversation and you found yourself dizzy.

“Are you okay? Is it cuz you guys didn’t get any points today?” Lily tries to console you.

“No, it’s not that.” You give her a fake smile. “This whole weekend has been kind of too much for me and I think I’m starting to feel the effects. I’m gonna go to the trailers but I’ll see y’all at the party later?”

“Feel better love! Wear something slutty!” Alexandria yells as you walk off.

The pink dress you had picked out for tonight was beginning to annoy you. It was incredibly short so you didn’t know if you should pull it up or down. And knowing Franco would be there made you overthink your idea not wanting to give him the impression that you had dressed up for him. You internally roll your eyes at yourself for even thinking about changing clothes because of a man. That wasn’t you. The effects of the rookie began to scare you.

You don’t waste anymore time heading out the suite and straight to your Uber. It was a short drive and the bouncer didn’t last long finding your name on the list. Lily and Alexandria immediately started screaming at the sight of you and welcomed you into the round table. Most of the drivers were still at the track recovering from their race so thankfully you sat next to Lily with no one to your right. You hoped Alex would hurry up so you’d get to gossip with your friend.

“That rookie ended up with points. I think your hate fueled him.” Lily teases you.

“Are we really going to talk about him, right now?” You sigh.

“He proved you wrong of course we’re gonna talk about it.” She says

“It was pure luck.” You spit out unaware of the brunette walking towards your table.

“What was?” The familiar voice makes you shiver. Lily can’t help but laugh as how wide your eyes go. You slowly turn around to meet the guy that had been torturing you this whole weekend.

“Oh, nothing-” Lily tries to save you.

“Your race today. It was pure luck.” You say defiantly being too stubborn to retract your words.

“Pure luck?” He repeats in disbelief.

“She didn’t mean it-” Lily tries to come to your rescue again.

“Oh, no. I meant it. He’ll be ending up P12 in the next races. I guarantee you won’t see anymore points after this. You’re just here on a test drive and then? Every one will forget you were ever here.” You take a swig of your drink. You don’t even register the malice behind your words being too heated to even comprehend what you’re saying.

His face heats up and his cheeks change hues as he registers your words. You blink and he’s gone. He wanders off to who knows where and it’s then that you register what you’ve told him. You warm up and suddenly you’re dizzy.

“What the fuck?” Lily whispers. “You better go find him and apologize.”

“He started it!” You whine.

“No, you did. You’ve hated him since he arrived when he’s done nothing to you.” Her words make you feel bad. “Now, go find him.”

You stand up adjusting your dress as you scan around the club looking for him. You wander off in hopes of finding him before he leaves. Why was it so hard to find a tall brunette in a crowd of average height people? You give up after five minutes resorting to asking the bartender if he’d seen your ‘friend’ and suddenly you found yourself outside. Franco is leaning against the wall looking at his phone but he’s wearing glasses now.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” You squeak afraid that you’d scare him off.

He looks up at you not saying a single word. Your presence pisses him off and he starts to walk away. You follow him to the back of the bar stopping him before the two of you got lost.

“Look, I didn’t mean anything I said. I’m sorry.” You play with the hem of your dress being too afraid to look at him.

“Did he fuck you good?” His face is stern.

“W-what?” His words catch you off guard. The temperature around you somehow getting warmer.

“Logan. Did he fuck you good?” He asks again with a meaner tone. “That’s why you’re mad at me, right?”

What you and Logan did behind closed doors was private, something no one else knew. Something you thought the two of you had managed to keep in secrets. Your cheeks flare up at Franco’s discovery. Were you really so bad at hiding your secrets? If he knew then who else did? You were fucked.

“Franco you don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try so hard to lie. His smirk makes it known that he doesn’t believe you.

One minute you’re lying to his face and the other he’s right in front of you eyeing you down. You can practically feel his body warmth as he invaded your personal space. He had one upped you, again. The innocent facade he had in front of your friends was completely gone.

“Ay, que linda que sos.” His thumb traces your cheek. The touch lingers, your cheeks heating up at the contact. “You’re such a terrible liar.”

“There’s something seriously wrong with you, you know that?” You barely say above a whisper.

“No, there’s something wrong with us.” His hand travels down your cheek to your neck.

That last word throws you off because it’s true, the indescribable pull you felt to him was insane, the two of you were insane. You were tired. You were tired of hiding secrets, Franco’s personality, but most importantly you were tired of pretending. Pretending that you didn’t want Franco. So, you do what you do best when you’re tired. You relieve yourself. You pull Franco by the shirt and kiss him ignoring the feel of his glasses hitting your face. He quickly turns the two of you around your back hitting the wall allowing for balance.

The two of you barely pull apart for air losing yourselves in the kisses. His brunette curls find their way into your fingers while his hands sit perfectly on your waist. The kiss grows heated as you pull him closer to you, feeling him. His hand begins to wander down your thighs, pulling them apart and wrapping your leg around his waist. You can feel yourself grow wetter at the new position and then you remember that your friends were still waiting for you.

“Franco, wait.” You groan.

“What? What happened?” He pulls away quickly.

“Everyone else is still waiting for us. You need to be…” You pause debating if this was really a good idea but had anything you’d done lately been a good idea? “Quick.”

He takes that as a challenge immediately pulling you in for a kiss again. The kiss is messy and needy with your hands in his hair and his hands massaging the inside of your thighs. The cool breeze hitting your exposed skin as he lifted your dress up. The roughness of the wall is soon forgotten as he brings his fingers down to your thighs, gliding them teasingly before placing them on your clothed core.

You can’t resist the groans that escape your throat as his cold fingers come in contact with your core. It’d been many weekends since anyone had touched you like this. He swallows your noises with his mouth as he kisses you. Your hands grip his arms as he begins to move his fingers around your folds, spreading your wetness. You remember that it’s been a while since the two of you walked outside and pull his fingers away.

“Franco. We don’t have time.” You gasp in between kisses.

He picks you up adjusting you against the wall while you dig your hands into the hem of his boxers. It doesn’t take long for your hands to venture down and feel him. Your stomach flutters at his size and how he feels. He quickly pulls you away before placing his tip near your entrance. Your morals long gone you grind on him wanting to feel anything. It’s pathetic the way you’ve gone from wanting him out of the sport to wanting him inside you and he notices it too by the way he smirks at you.

You’re about to lash out when he starts entering you slowly. If it wasn’t for him holding you then you’d have lost your balance already at the intrusion. He stills himself waiting for you to adjust to the new feeling. When he notices that you’re ready he pulls out before thrusting back into you, this time filling you to the hilt. It was almost as if he fit perfectly inside you.

“Fuck.” He groans as he fills you completely.

You’re not quite sure anyone’s ever felt so disgusting. You don’t even try to contain your moans as he continuously thrusts into you at a fervent pace. He feels so good inside you hitting spots no one else had before. His fingers leave mark on your hips as you take him fully. He looks down to where the two of you are connected and audibly groans at how well you’re taking him.

“Oh my god.” You whine as he increases his speed.

His hands come back done to your folds rubbing them in circles as he tries to pleasure you even more. Your hand joins his showing him where you need him the most. You can feel your slick coating his dick as he rubbed you. You begin to feel a familiar knot in your stomach as he fucks you into the wall. His hand cups your jaw as he pulls you into a long sloppy kiss.

It doesn’t take long after for you to come undone around him, your walls squeezing him as you reach your peak. He won’t last long with the feeling of you milking him. Soon enough he’s coming inside you, his warm cum filling you up. The sight of the two of you is disgusting and nasty.

The two of you break away from each other and catch your breaths. You lower your dress back down while Franco takes his glasses off to clean them. You check yourself for any runny mascara, or smudge lipstick, and even run your hands through your hair making sure you don’t look insane.

“We should head inside.” You murmur.

“We’re not gonna talk about this?” He scoffs.

“There’s nothing to talk about Franco. At least not know when everyone’s waiting for us.” You scold him. “We’ll talk next weekend.”

You head towards the bathroom first, Franco surprisingly waiting for you outside. The two of you walk in within a minute difference a smile adorning both your faces. At least until you spot Pierre next to Lily and you’re brought back to reality. You don’t waste time running towards the frenchman hugging him as you sit right next to him. Franco can’t help but stare at you in confusion as he notices Pierre’s hand trail too far down when hugging you. But then he spots it. Pierre wearing an identical necklace to yours but instead of a P it adorned your initial. His eyes go wide.

“I see you and my girlfriend have finally made up.” Pierre greets him.

“Your girlfriend?” His demeanor changes with the news. “I didn’t know.”

Pierre begins to explain how the two of you don’t like to be very public about your relationship. You can visibly see the moment in which Franco’s face goes pale. The next few weeks for you are hard racing between the Alpine garage and your girlfriends. Not to mention the quick pit stops to the Williams garage to wish Alex good luck. It’s a shame you get very little time with the rookie but he makes it work. In the end you really hope he doesn’t get a seat for next year, you can’t keep doing this.

[mewhenimanangel]

need that, hamzahthefantastic

pt.1* next

—synopsis. mandy invites you to hangout with some of her friends. christmas vlog vid

notes 🫧: guys i need hamzah bad

— 🐞

you sighed with content as you finally landed on an outfit you liked. it was a plain long sleeve with a pair of loose dark wash jeans, you weren’t sure what everyone else would be wearing so you picked something simple.

your phone buzzed, mandy asking if you were on your way to her house. you sent her a voice message as you threw on your coat and grabbed your keys along with your purse and phone.

mandy had invited you over to hang out with her, martin, and hamzah and his friends, who you knew from 4freakshow.

you'd never met chase and claire before, but you've hung out with martin and hamzah a few times with mandy.

you met her when she was in nursing school, becoming friends after a few awkward encounters. she introduced you to martin and after a while you met hamzah, in person at least, since the two of you already followed each other.

you parked your car outside their house and adjusted your lip gloss in the rearview. you were a little nervous for some reason. maybe it was the fact that you were late, maybe it was the new people you were meeting, or maybe it was the vlog.

you have your own youtube channel but being apart of other people's videos always made you feel a little awkward.

you texted mandy that you arrived and headed for the front door, martin opening it before you could knock.

"someone's a little late" martin joked as he let you inside. "oh my god i forgot you guys went bald. that was a freaking jumpscare." you teased.

mandy came up to give you a hug "i know, they look insane. i did not approve." she said  before you were introduced to chase and claire. chase walked up with the camera, focused on you. "hi youtube" you stuck out your tongue.

"now that y/n is finally here, the trio outfit is complete." claire handed you a set of pajamas, matching the ones her and mandy had on. you grinned and complimented the set before hamzah came out from the back hallway.

"oh hey, didn't know you got here already" he dapped you up. "boi yes you did, literally went to the bathroom to fix his hair" claire teased. "oh wait..." chase joined in, making you laugh.

"i don't know why he's got this freaking tuque on anyways. embrace the bald dude, embrace the skin." martin pulled his beanie down and rubbed hamzah's bald head, urging hamzah to push him away.

"yo! he just fucking sniffed me" hamzah laughed, grabbing his beanie from his hand. "we're just cucking the viewers i guess" martin said, leaving everyone just staring at him awkwardly.

"yeah anyways, y/n you could go change in my room" mandy told you. "heh, just be careful what you find in there" martin leaned into a shrug. "dude stop" hamzah flicked his hand over martin's head.

once you were changed, chase made you do a twirl for the camera and you posed before tripping out.

"so how come y/n gets a pajama set, but you said no to me?" martin asked mandy. "cause she's one of the girls and you're not a girl"

"plus nobody told you to wear them freak ass leggings boi" hamzah teased him and you laughed. he looked over at you, taking in the fact that he made you laugh.

hamzah always thought you were really pretty and cool, even back when you first followed each other during the 4freakshow days. you didn't even have a youtube channel back then, only posting random tiktoks he thought were funny.

"alright y'all let's get to baking, i'm hungry" chase said behind the camera before flipping it towards him.

you stood next to hamzah as claire pulled up the recipe on her tiktok and her, mandy, and chase got started on measuring things out.

“you can’t just do it willy nilly style brah, measure it” you told martin as he began pouring sugar into the mix. “sometimes you have to live life on the edge, y/n” martin scoffed.

as you continued baking the cookies, you realized how glad you were that you decided to come. martin and hamzah were always a hoot but you really liked claire and chase too.

“noo it was my legs and he said ‘you’re scratching your ass’” claire defended herself from chase and hamzah’s teasing. “girl no i was right behind you”

“we’re having booty cookies” “we got fucking booty flavor” you and hamzah joked at the same time, causing you to crack up and slap his arm.

you took your hand off, not expecting his bicep to be so strong. he nudged you with his elbow, still laughing.

“so, are you actually gonna help bake, y/n?” chase playfully raised his eyebrow. “right, standing here doing nothing” hamzah added. “oh bitch says you, who’s actually done nothing. mr. nonchalant baldhead.” you joked, grabbing the camera from chase and putting it in hamzah’s face.

“boi get outta here boi” he laughed.

while the cookies baked, you guys moved on to putting up the christmas tree. you sat down with chase and claire and began unfolding the branches of the tree. hamzah followed suit, taking a seat on the floor next to you.

rudy walked up to hamzah, who grabbed him with one hand under his belly and placed him in his lap. “awww rudy, who’s a cutie cootie coo. ah poochy poochy poo” you reached over hamzah’s leg to pet the dog.

you scratched behind his ear, unknowing of hamzah staring at you while you did it. “alright let’s put in some freaking work guys” claire said and hamzah lifted rudy into the couch behind him.

“why do you literally manhandle everything that comes your way?” you teased. “like in the video where you’re flinging around fish” hamzah just chuckled in response.

“wait chase, i like your leggings” claire said from behind the camera. “what these aren’t leggings?”

“i’m just saying i’ve never seen a boy wear leggings, it’s a compliment”

“they’re not leggings, they’re thermals! they’re long johns..long johns?” martin retorted, displaying his leg out in front of the other. “you’re wearing fucking leggings”

you and hamzah stifled your laughs in the corner as they continued and martin teared up, walking off with the camera as a bit. “claire you actually made him cry” you giggled.

you felt hamzah lean himself closer to you, taking advantage of the laughing fit everyone was in.

after a while, the cookies were done as you finished decorating the tree, adding a little christmas bunny along with everyone else’s personalized ornaments.

you turned around to hamzah manspreading on the couch, trying to ignore your thoughts about how sexy it was and followed everyone else into the kitchen.

you all iced the cookies before doing a taste test, “boi crumbl cookie could neverrrr” you joked, as the cookies actually turned out bad. “this shit is way too sweet oh my god” hamzah said, spitting his into the trash. “ew dude have some manners” martin scolded him.

once mandy ended the vlog, you all lounged around her living room until you got a emergency text from your roommate.

“bruh, my roommate messed up something with our dryer. i have to go” you frowned. “awww noooo” chase frowned with you. “it was really nice meeting you” he said. “yeah, you’re funny as fuck” claire added. “oh i love you” you hugged her before getting your coat off the rack.

“im so glad you actually came” mandy said. “well thanks for inviting me” you playfully stuck out your tongue. “i’ll see you next time we hang out in like four to six weeks” you said, sarcastically. “ugh tell me about it” she smiled as you dapped martin.

hamzah came out from the bathroom, “you’re leaving?” he asked. “yeah my roommate needs help” you pressed your lips together. “oh…..it was cool seeing you though” he dapped you up, pulling you into a small hug. “you too” you smiled, holding his hand a little longer before your phone buzzed again.

“anyways merry christmas and happy holidays everyone! byeeeee” you closed the door behind you and head for your car.

lvryn

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lvryn mini dump 💩

user omg is she the reason hamzah was acting so mysterious this video

user yall saw the way they were so close to each other this video

user love your whole life 😍

— 🐞

[woodle-isbae]

Ambessa treating reader like a prized pet please please please 😫🙏 and maybe also being very condescending and lowkey mean 🫣

Flaunted like a trophy

Ambessa.M x fem!reader

Warnings: Trophy reader, suggestive(very), Drabble.

There you were, in the bedchambers of the one and only Ambessa Medarda. You stood there, draped in the finest jewelry she could get, the softest fabrics and a personal stylist to meet your demanding fashion choice.

Spoiled rotten.

That's what you were, given everything you wanted on a golden platter- never settled for anything she deemed low quality. You had one job, very easy and simple considering that she made sure you did it every day- dress like a little trophy so she can flaunt you around.

Most people would've given up by now, having to constantly show out- even in private, making sure she liked your outfits. Being put on a strict care routine- all so she can brag about your beauty.

"Stunning."

Her voice rung through the large room, the glint of heavy golds and jewelry around the place partially blinding you at angles. You were posing infront of her, showing off the new outfits she had designed for you to last a month at most.

"Everyone's going to be set on you, my dear."

She stood up, placing her glass down to strut towards you, her rough hands tracing every stitch on the thing gold material. She only stopped when she made it to your breasts, examining you for a brief moment before snapping her fingers.

"It's not pushing them up enough, I want every aspect to be shown."

"I think there should be a deeper cut, they're out enough honestly."

You huffed out, shaking your head in annoyance with how it didn't fit the standard you had set, pouting from the simple mistake.

"We'll get it tailored, don't you worry y'little head off."

"Ugh, make sure it arrives back soon."

She turned to you, a brow raised at your sparky and demanding tone, running her larger hand on your cheek.

"Don't catch an attitude with me."

To anyone else, her voice was calm and hushed, but to you -she was giving you a clear warning, just do as you were required to and it won't be a problem.

"Hm."

Your eyes darted to the door, the guards standing there staring seemingly into the distance. Ambessa had lifted her other arm, waving them off so it could be just you two in the room.

"You know...I really like the gold on your skin, it really suits you."

She had led you over to the sofa, signaling for you to lay down besides her as she sat, leaning on the back rest.

"Strip, I..want to see how it would slip off your body."

Her dull attempt at a lie made you giggle, uncliping a few knots and buttons before sliding the dress off your body, Ambessa grabbing the clump of fabrics and tossing it aside.

You leaned back onto the sofa, spreading your legs in anticipation for her next moves, your arousal seeping through the thing lace pair of panties she picked for you.

"Ah...you are really inpatient huh?"

She chuckled, pulling you in my for a kiss by the back of the neck, her tongue slipping into your mouth. Pulling back for some air, she gave you a smug smirk before pulling back and standing at her full height.

"Get ready for tonight, mabye if your lucky...I could finish what we started."

She walked past you, her hand brushing past your shoulder before she left the room. Leaving you alone to cool down before getting redressed.

Oh, how you couldn't wait.!

[ayukas]

AS IF YOU STILL HOLD ME

there are a thousand quiet ways to hold on to someone. sometimes, it sounds like eggs sizzling in the morning. other times, it’s a ghost brushing their fingers along a jawline just before the tear falls—still loving in all the ways they no longer can.

pairing lee haechan x fem ghost!reader genre angst, fluff if you squint really really hard, hurt/comfort, ghost au!!! warnings grief, mentions of afterlife word count 961 notes this was originally sions fic but i decided to give it to hyuck instead because...... ill be going on a mini hiatus (BOOOOOO) so my goodbye piece Has to be for the loml right... question mark... looks around...

there is a quiet kind of beauty in being unseen. you learn to watch without interrupting, to love without expectation, to linger in moments that would otherwise pass unnoticed.

that is how you remain now—caught somewhere between memory and presence, tracing the outline of a life that used to intertwine with yours. a life you loved more than your own.

haechan still sings when he thinks no one can hear him.

his voice is perfect—soft around the edges, always pitch perfect even when he’s distracted. that morning, like so many others, you watched him shuffle into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand, hair flattened on one side. he yawned as he reached for the pan, humming a song he must’ve heard on the radio the day before. he sang as he cracked eggs, danced a little in place while the bread toasted, tapping his foot against the cool kitchen tile.

you remembered mornings like these—only then, you’d be there in the doorway, wearing his oversized shirt and watching him fumble around half-asleep. he used to say you made the morning warmer. now you try to believe he doesn’t feel the cold.

he paused mid-song to glance at the clock, eyes widening as he muttered out a small curse. you followed him through the apartment as he darted back and forth, grabbing his glasses, his phone, then discarding his outfit for another.

he held up two jackets in front of the mirror, trying to decide between the casual black leather or the brown blazer he always wore for special occasions.

“you look good in both,” you said, out of habit.

of course, he didn’t hear you.

eventually, he settled on the blazer, brushing imaginary lint from his sleeves. his hand paused at his collar, fingers tracing the moles across his neck up along his face. he frowned.

the constellations scattered across his skin had always fascinated you—tiny stars forming secret shapes you once pretended only you could decipher. you remembered pressing your lips to them like sacred markers, whispering their meanings against his skin.

he tugged the collar higher.

he left the apartment in a rush, nearly tripping over the doormat. you couldn’t help but smile as he glanced around, playing it cool like always. no one saw.

except you.

the girl he met at the cafe was kind. pretty, with an easy smile and the sort of laugh that bubbled up from her chest. she complimented his outfit. he made a joke about mark always setting him up with people who liked coffee. she laughed again.

you hovered nearby, fingers twitching with the urge to fix the flyaway curl on his head, to lean on the table and join the conversation.

instead, you just watched as he tried—tried to be present, tried to enjoy the moment. but his smile never fully settled. he picked at the corner of his napkin, looked past her shoulder once too often. he nodded when she spoke, but his eyes drifted somewhere else.

you knew that look.

he used to wear it when he was lost in thought, usually about music or dinner or whether the cat in the neighbourhood had eaten that day. now it was a mask, barely hiding the ache beneath.

afterward, he walked her to the bus stop, hands buried in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched. he said goodbye with a polite smile, thanked her for her time, and waited until her bus left.

then he turned left instead of right.

you followed him, your heart heavy with familiarity.

he walked slowly, one hand brushing against the leaves as he passed. the sky above had softened into the hues of early evening—pale gold tinged with lavender. the light always looked gentler at this hour, like the world, too, had learned how to grieve quietly.

he reached the hill where the cemetery rested, tucked between old trees and wild grass. he stepped carefully, as if afraid to disturb the silence.

his breath caught when he saw the stone. your chest tightened.

your name. still etched there. still real.

he knelt, setting down a small bundle of tulips. yellow—your favourite. he adjusted them with care, fingers lingering longer than necessary. his eyes were glassy.

“i went on that date today,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “mark kept saying how it’d be good for me. you would’ve teased me for being nervous, though.”

he let out a soft chuckle—one that broke halfway—then clasped his hands together tightly in his lap. the wind rustled through the grass. your presence, quiet as always, moved closer.

“i miss you,” he whispered.

you reached out, trembling, forgetting for a moment that you don’t exist in the same way anymore. your hand hovered near his cheek, and then—maybe it was the wind, maybe it was more—he leaned into it.

just slightly.

he closed his eyes.

a single tear slid down his face. he didn’t wipe it away.

he stayed a while longer, talking to you about nothing and everything, like he used to do on long walks home. you listened, grateful. you’d always listen.

as the sky deepened, and the scent of his cologne lingered far too heavily in the air, he stood. he whispered goodbye, though he didn’t mean it. he never did.

and neither did you.

because love, when true, doesn’t end in silence or shadow. it lingers—in mumbled songs, in eggs and toast, in the yellow tulips left on a grave. in the ache behind a smile. in shared laughter with ghosts.

and when he dreams tonight, maybe—just maybe —you’ll find him there again, in that quiet space between sleep and memory, where time forgets to move and you can finally kiss away the sorrow from his eyes.

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[melanchoire]

G!p Yujin x Rei x reader threesome: I have no plot , sorry😭 I’ll come back to this though if I think of one before you do.

this is going to have a lot of unnecessary plot because i got a little carried away but it’s anon’s fault for letting my brain do the work here ALSO this is long as fuck

cw: clit play, breeding, choking, creampie, degradation, dubcon??, hair pulling, hate fucking, humiliation, titsucking, unnie kink.

unlike other girl groups, you’re not the typical cheerful and charismatic unnie who is easily mistaken for the group’s maknae or looks younger than her age. you’re the ultimate pragmatist, the one who worries about schedules and makes sure everyone gets enough sleep no matter if the schedule is going to be busy or quiet this week. you’re the unnie who keeps the chaos in its place, not the one who contributes to it

during debut, the members thought you were just shy because you didn't know them personally due to how little you interacted and talked during your time as a trainee. but as time went by, they understood that in reality, you weren’t shy, but reserved

yujin was initially fascinated by you, seeing you as an older sister or a wise sorcerer, in her words. unlike gaeul who was the cute and small unnie who could play around with the other members, you were completely different from her! and well, puppy was by your side since you set foot inside the company

when you talked about your life before your debut, you talked about the usual things like school, work, and relationships, but yujin looked even more excited than leeseo when you talked about your private life. you had found it endearing, almost... naive. you thought she respected you. you thought maybe she admired you. but you were wrong!

the “good girl” role quickly dissipated. she was a walking, talking, puppy–dog–eyed menace. she spotted your temper early on, the crack in your carefully constructed composure. and she exploits it

yujin loves to push you to see how far she can go before you finally give up. the suggestive comments she makes to you do not go unnoticed: “i admire you so much, unnie. you’re so… calm. so mature. you’re really sexy.” “oh, unnie looks especially good today, doesn’t she? that skirt is… very flattering.”

but there are times when she forces you to respond to a scathing comment about your icy attitude: “unnie, you look very tense.” and you can only clench your jaw and resist the urge to click your tongue. “i’m perfectly fine, yujin. i’m just concentrating.” “what were you concentrating on? trying to remember how to smile?” she laughs, the sound like nails on a chalkboard.

and when you finally lose your cool, when your carefully controlled anger finally boils over, she doesn’t even listen to your scolding. you can stand in front of her looking at her with fire in your eyes while you spit venom and use your sharp tongue, but yujin is too busy imagining her running her hands through your hair while holding your head in place and fucking your mouth with her thick cock, making you swallow every last drop of hee seed. she wants to see those sharp, critical eyes soften, see them filled with an animal, pleading need

however, yujin’s annoying attitude isn’t just present in front of cameras or fanservice, but she’s like that in private too! she thanks the lord every day that you’re the oldest member of the group because it means you have more freedom when it comes to outfits and stylists can give you shorter and tighter clothes than the other members 😇 yujin never misses the chance to admire your body during album promotions, comebacks, concerts, lives, stages, performances, photoshoots, etc 😳 she’s always staring at you intently, biting her lip to hold back a smirk when during photoshoots you’re wearing a skirt that barely grazes your thighs or a shirt that is too tight and accentuates your chest — she practically drools!

you thought fans would be upset but they actually loved the ship of you two, saying that you’re the parents of the group: you, the serious and disciplinary mommy and yujin the fun and liberal daddy mommy 🥰 even when you tried to complain about this to gaeul because in your opinion you and she should be considered “mothers” since you two are the oldest in the group, she told you that since she was neither the leader nor the unnie of the group she didn’t give a shit about being seen as a parental figure

rei, on the other hand, was different from yujin. you two were the dynamic duo of the group, as you shared a love for cute and delicate things! rei loves to share matching things, especially when they are matching but in each one’s favorite color. cute friends who’re compared to the typical sweetie and grumpy duos like kuromi and melody, the nanas, etc

but she also loved to piss you off! in a more “friendly” and playful way, if you can call it that

outings were common between the two of you, and she has the most beautiful instagram feed, so usually she was the one taking your photos because she knew the good angles and poses. rei is your personal photographer because she knows how to take good photos, but sometimes she uses it as an opportunity to test your patience. maybe she’d make you pose while holding her phone in her hands, telling you to stay still and wait until she gives you the signal so you can move… but rei never takes the photo?? she enjoys watching the smile on your face fade away and bring with it that darkness your eyes have when you start to get in a bad mood, the ceramic cup losing its heat and the steaming coffee starting to turn into an iced coffee… she can’t help but grin when you give her a look as you set the cup down on the table with a thud

but rei makes up for it by taking decent photos of you when you leave the coffee shop and take a stroll around the city, admiring how the sunset light gives a special touch to the photos that look like girlfriend material… but the part you don’t know is that rei loves taking pictures of you because she looks at them while fingering herself late at night, imagining that it's you who’s touching her like that or it’s your pussy that she’s destroying

until one day during the album promotions everything gets out of control. of course, the girls know that you’re twice as serious during practice because you want everything to go well and polish up even the smallest mistake, but today in particular you were more unbearable and demanding than ever. the girls can tolerate being scolded when they make a mistake in a dance step or when it's more of a collective mistake, but you dared to raise your voice to leeseo and speak to her in the worst possible way and it was unacceptable 😤

obviously this started an argument with yujin because even if you’re a member of the group, the leader will not allow disrespect towards her members!! gaeul and wonyoung step in to prevent this from escalating, gaeul scolding you for acting this way and being a bad example and wonyoung trying to calm yujin down and make her see reason, while liz and leeseo witness this but liz hugs and comforts the maknae

yujin saying she wants to sort things out with you alone, gaeul and wonyoung exchange a look because they share a feeling that something will happen, but they let it go. so the members decide to leave the practice room for a while, except for rei who decides to stay because she’s the only one who can make yujin have her feet on the earth and become the silly puppy that she is again

you can’t focus on what yujin is saying because she looks so attractive when she’s mad… you try to pay attention to her words, but the frown, a look that could send you about six feet underground and a scolding full of arguments and reproaches that should make you feel ashamed for being an idiot before but you are more focused admiring how handsome yujin looks

“i need to get that shitty attitude out of you.” and suddenly yujin’s hands reaches her jeans and starts unbuttoning the button and lowering the zipper??

turning towards rei but she takes your face in her hands and begins to kiss you, swallowing your protests as yujin comes up behind you and grinds her erection against your ass…

then they manage to get you on your knees, yujin taking a handful of your hair to push your head against the ground while using the other hand to pull down your shorts along with your panties to the middle of your thighs, inserting her thick cock inside you with a single thrust of her hips

but as much as yujin is enjoying fucking you from behind with her hands on your shoulders so she can ram you in the animalistic and rough way that she loves so much, she notices that you’re enjoying this too much and won’t let it go, so she makes you match her position sitting on heels by taking one of your arms and pulling your body towards hers 👀

strong arms surrounding you as he hugs you from behind, pressing her chest against your back and fucking you in a way that only allowed you to babble and be mess of whines and breathy moans

“is this what you needed, unnie? are you always acting like a bitch because you weren’t getting a good fuck?” she slips an arm between the valley of your breasts, her hand closing around your throat with her fingers applying gentle pressure to your neck so you remember she is there, while her other arm goes down around your waist and holds a strong grip to press you against her body

but rei is the complete opposite. yujin can be all rough and dirty, but she is sweeter and softer, although part of it's so yujin doesn’t lose her mind so much and fuck you too stupid

“you shouldn’t be so cruel to unnie, yujin–ah. she can barely take it.” and rei slides her hand between your thighs, massaging your clit at a speed that drew a sigh from you due to how your bud was throbbing with need but at the same time it wasn’t something in your favor because you were beginning to feel more overstimulated and sensitive

and she lowers her face to your chest and takes a nipple in her mouth 🥴 just the sight of rei’s full lips and hot tongue could make you cum in less than a second

although rei has to kiss you to silence your moans because you were starting to get very noisy and they couldn’t risk being found by the staff or any company employee!! kissing you and muffling your noises with her lips and continues to play with your clit, while yujin is behind you fucking you like an animal and panting against your ear like a dog 😵

yujin cumming inside you at the same time you cum on her cock 💪🏻😋 although she doesn’t let you take a moment to catch your breath because she immediately immediately removes her cock from your pussy and rei stops holding you from the front, letting your limp body fall forward and rest exhausted on the ground, face down and hips slightly up just enough to see yujin’s seed slowly oozing out of your cunt and sliding down your thighs

and well, since that day, you know that when you get to the dorms you will always be assured of your dear leader fucking you to reward you for being an unnie who takes care of the whole group and relieve her own stress as a leader, and a bestie with whom you can scissor and kiss for hours and hours

[r1elle]

for my peace of mind i want to live in the belief that miya atsumu has AT LEASTTTT got to be a candidate in the “pretending to be nonchalant but horrendously failing at it” trope.

like can you just imagine ..

a just freshly out of the change room miya atsumu, —who, by the way, has his brothers clothes on. (he wants to make a cool impression, and unfortunately, it’s his brother who always has the better outfit choices between the both of them. though he’d rather die than admit it.) anywho, he’s outside of the gym on standby to see if you had already walked past the building at your usual time. (he knows because he’s timed it.)

and when he realizes you already did, and that he had missed to take advantage of that one time slot in your routine, he’s BUMMED. he’s bummed out like a bum in bum central. but it happens as much as it doesn’t, so he still can’t figure out why he’s so dejected whenever the outcome turns out to be the former. (maybe cause he’s just so in love with you like that ?? duh)

but anyway, cmon now. you really didn’t even stop by to see if you could catch a glimpse of him setting ?? serving ?? heck, even spiking ?!?! because he couldn’t care less whether or not you knew which position he played, or what move he often did on court—…okay, well, maybe he cared just a bit. but screw all that. he can just tell you all about it when he’s finally able to call you his ! because what’s most important right now, is you seeing him during the times when he looks his “absolute coolest”.

but goodness gracious you should see the complete 360 his expression does when he sees you laughing along with your friends near the vending machine, indicating you hadn’t fully left just yet. he’s basically grown dog ears, and they’re raised HIGHH. osamu just wants to throw up, especially even more so as he sees heart eyes practically being etched onto his twin brothers dna, and he could only hope it wouldn’t apply to him as well.

with this profound opportunity, atsumu suggests that maybe they should buy something from the vending machine using their remaining coins. (“their” as in osamu’s. atsumu has .99 to spare, but he thinks he’ll save it for another day. perhaps to buy you those 50 cent candies at the nearby 7/11?).

“i’m thirsty. are ya not? c’mon. let’s use ‘em remainin’ cents.” though, anyone can see that it wasn’t a suggestion. it was a demand. (atsumu has never loved the “i was born 5 minutes before you.” card so hard in his entire life.)

osamu can’t help but feel the obvious desperation radiating off of his brothers anticipating expression, so he feels bad and says yes. atsumu internally thanks his brother, thinking that maybe telling him that ‘he should’ve ate him in the womb’ a couple of days ago was a bit mean.

but now that he’s infront of you, what should he do? the boy can physically feel his critical thinking skills melting away.

and so, with little time to actually prepare, he settles on nodding his head towards yours as a greeting (? if it can even be called a greeting), avoiding eye contact as he poorly executes his cowardly advances. he internally wallows in doing so, because that was NOT what he wanted to do. gosh….why couldn’t he be as smooth as he was on court ?!?! what he wanted to do was,—

“hey,” [add in a lazy but still oozing with confidence expression. whatever looks nonchalant and cool!] “want this? i was gonna buy one for myself,” [handing off his coins with one hand while his other one goes off to casually brush his blond hair to the side,] “but eh. dun’ really want it. take it, if ya’ want.” [finishing off with a low-key but proud sniff as he shoves his hands onto his pockets.]

but no. that was not what had happened. at all.

instead, he’s now completely focused over to the vending machine, his eyes directly staring onto the drink he had caught glimpse of you already drinking. (how could he not? it was the whole reason his plan backfired.)

well. at least he was able to give out a (puny) nod at you.

before he could even do anything else to salvage this already weak pursuit of his, atsumu hears you and your friends’ conversation exit out of his earshot. assuming that you were now further away from him, his knees seem to find themselves giving in.

one may think it was due to the exercises coach had given for todays practice.

but miya atsumu is a star volleyball player who yields the magic of ‘athleticism’. so surely, the runs up the mountain during todays agenda should hardly be the reason of any damage caused on the blonds already well maintained physique.

and surely,

heated cheeks, rapid beating of the heart, growing sense of frustration, and a yearning for some sort of impactful interaction with you..

wouldn’t qualify as side effects of hard practice, right?

“stop leanin’ on the vending machine like that, ya’ idiot.” osamu snidely comments, and his ‘face-mushed-to-the-vending-machine’ twin brother can only groan in response.

——

the walk back home is surprisingly quiet, until a low grumble decides to finally greet the silence.

“i was supposed to talk to her.”

“maybe that lame nod told her all that ya’ needed to say.”

“it ain’t my fault she already had a drink in her hand!”

“yeah, yeah. sure. ya’ still looked lame, though. i almost felt bad.”

“shut up! ya’ don’t know what it’s like to be a man in love!”

“…..….”

a silence.

a silence from atsumu who’s now just truly realized how doomed he was.

a silence from osamu who wonders if the person behind them had heard atsumu’s rather flamboyant confession.

“love, huh? didn’t know you were that deep into her.”

“ARRRRRRVHHHHGGGGGGGGGH! SHUT YER’ TRAP, SAMU’!! I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHIN’ !!!”

and of course,

a silence from you, who couldn’t help but just take the longer way back home, all because it meant getting to walk a few steps behind him. (even if he had always failed to notice you doing so, every. single. time.)

i was thinking of ryu sunjae from lovely runner while making this … i hope most ppl will see the vision 💔💔 I JUST LOVE LOSER MEN WHO JUST LOVE THEIR PARTNERS SO VERY MUCH !!!!

[juniperstale]

kiss me hard before you go — gojo, itadori, nobara, megumi

⋆ in which you have to leave for a long mission without them [ . . . gn!reader, sfw, lowercase intended, fluff, ig some really light angst, the context really does not match the dialogue, daily clicks . . . ]

SATORU GOJO is anything but reasonable when it comes to you. what do the higher ups mean when they say you're the only one capable to complete the job? he's the strongest. it doesn't matter what the enemy wields, he will always win. so why can't he go with you? or instead of you (the answer is that it's a compromised mission and he's a major blabber mouth).

so here he is, at the airport with you, seconds before you turn around and leave him for what he feels is forever. he whines and pleads for you to fake an illness, or an injury, or anything that gets you out of this mission. and yet, you only give him a kiss, whispering comforting affirmations before telling him you'd call everyday and taking a step away from him. well, attempting. satoru's hand grabbed you almost immediately, pulling you into the last embrace the two of you would share for a while, his breath a little shaky. he was genuinely worried for you. he was always worried for you.

"come back in one piece?" "why? the more pieces of me, the merrier, no?" "you're not funny." "you're a hater."

YUJI ITADORI finds you oh so cool. you're his brave, strong partner who can take on difficult missions without breaking a sweat. he brags to anyone, whether they listen or not, about you. it doesn't help that you're absolutely gorgeous too; your hair, eyes, nose, but your strength!? the way you're so capable!? the way you can protect him!? you made him feel safe, something he didn't know he craved until he got it, from you.

unfortunately, it was harder when he actually had to let you go. you slipped out of his grasp in the middle of the night, effectively waking him up. he was confused for a second before you walked in from the bathroom, your pajamas folded in you hands as you had your airport outfit on.

"why're you up, sweetie?" you asked, walking over to his side of the bed before sitting down on the edge of it. "you're leaving now?" he asks, rubbing his eyes. "mhm, ijichi is getting the car ready, you should go back to sleep though, you have class in a few hours." you respond, placing a kiss on his forehead before standing up when you hear ijichi honk from outside, signaling he was ready to go. yuji grabs your wrist before you can go far, forcing you back close to him, pulling you into a quick hug, then a kiss, then pulling away and looking at you with a crazy determined look on his face.

"you got this!" "i know!" "good!" "good!" "be safe, i love you!" "i will and i know!" "good!" "good!"

NOBARA KUGISAKI doesn't care. i mean, she's proud of you, she really is but it doesn't bother her when you have to leave for a long period of time. i mean, why would she worry. you never come back injured that badly, sometime your not even injured at all. plus, you always come back. but what if you do get injured this time? badly? or worse, what if you don't come back.

now there's an angry nobara in your room, interrogating you as you pack some final things into your carry on. when were you set to come back? what was the mission about? what type of enemies would you be fighting? what grade?

she's cut off when you sit next to her, placing a kiss on her lip which she doesn't hesitate to return, pulling you in closer. your forced to pull away for her when the alarm on your phone goes off, reminding you that it was time for you to leave.

"i'll be fine nobara, i promise." "i'll kill you if you're not!"

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO acts like he could care less, but inside he's panicking. a lot. he doesn't know how to confront you about his fears of losing you. his fear that you would get injured. his fear that you forget about him. his fear that you would leave, like everyone else did.

so, he coped with it the only way he knew how. he, cautiously, packed you bags for you. the exact amount of clothes you need, pair of shoes for each type of weather, you camera that you took everywhere and bandages. lots and lots of bandages.

deep down, he knows its insane. he knows you'll be fine, you always are and always will be.

when you walk into your room and notice his antics, you sit down beside him, rubbing his back gently. though you don't often show it, you know the feeling well. your boyfriend is a maniac when it comes to proving his self worth and that often leaves him injured in shoko's office, leaving you to wonder about the state he could possibly be in. you don't dare speak when he relaxes into your touch, only going as far as to scoot closer to him so you could pamper his face with adoring kisses until he speaks.

"you're going to be fine" "of course" "you're going to come back to me" "of course" "your going to use the bandages i packed for you even on the smallest injuries like a paper cut" "megumi are you casting a spell on me?"

8.15.24 ⋆ ...so i've been gone for a while and this is my first time writing for jjk... so what? i will blame it on the fact that i have a job though and start school again in a few weeks 💔anyways this isn't really proofread, i rushed to get it out and it was supposed to have other characters like nanami, maki, inumaki and yuta in it so lmk if you want a part 2 hehe

[fullsunstrawberry]

SCREAM FOR ME

synopsis: Jisung orders a Ghostface costume after hearing you confess how hot masks are on guys.

pairings: Jisung x reader

warnings: SMUT, a little bit of CNC, Blind fold, Use of a knife, mention of handcuffs (not used), cream pie, cunnilingus, chocking, no condom mentioned, grinding, grinding on jeno/jaemin, drinking, swearing, and probably more lol

word count: 5.3k

a/n: happy halloween <3

You and your friends have always looked forward to Halloween. It was the one time of year when you could dress up and let loose. This year, you were especially excited. Drunkenly admitting why you were excited for Halloween this year to one of your friends, Jaemin, seemed like a fun time in your tipsy brain.

“I’m telling you, Jaemin,” you said, swaying slightly in your seat, “it’s not about who wears the mask. I just want someone in a Ghostface mask. I don’t even care who it is. I’d find it so hot.”

Jaemin laughed, leaning back in his chair. “What’s wrong with you but I get it, masks are hot!”

Secretly, Jisung, who had been quietly observing from a corner of the room, had heard every word. His heart skipped a beat. Jisung, being shy, had always admired you from afar. He knew you were older and had never seen him as anything more than a younger friend. But hearing your wish sparked something in him.

But he was too shy to execute it, right? Maybe he’ll just order the costume just in case…

“A cheerleader, huh? How original, Y/n,” Renjun teased, rolling his eyes.

Haechan nudged Renjun with a grin. “Come on, she looks hawt! You’re the one dressed as a children's book.”

“Moomin’s cool,” Renjun mumbled defensively.

“Cool? You’re just wearing a white shirt and ears!” Haechan retorted.

You laughed at their playful banter and glanced around to see what the others were up to. Jeno, sporting dog ears and a collar, was carefully draping fake spider webs around the room. Bunny eared Jaemin and basketball player Chenle were setting out snacks, and Jaemin kept stealing glances at you, a smile playing on his lips.

“What’s so funny?” you demanded, marching over to the table and pointing at Jaemin.

Jaemin raised his hands in mock surrender. “Just admiring your costume, that’s all.”

“Sure, and what’s the real reason?”

Jaemin chuckled, “You’re really putting in some effort to get laid tonight.”

A mischievous smirk appeared on your face as you twirled around. “Am I giving off the perfect victim vibe?”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Chenle yelled, his eyes wide in disbelief.

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at you and Jaemin. Jaemin’s laughter erupted uncontrollably, while you shushed Chenle with a grin.

“What’s happening?” Spider-Man Mark asked as the rest of the group gathered in the dining room.

“Y/n’s on the hunt for someone in a Ghostface costume,” Jaemin explained between laughs.

“DAMN IT, I should’ve worn a Ghostface costume!” Haechan said huffing at his cowboy outfit, only to wince as Renjun playfully punched his shoulder.

“Stop talking about my love life!” you huffed. “But if any tall, attractive Ghostfaces show up, send them my way!”

The guys laughed and shook their heads before returning to their tasks.

“Oh, where’s Jisung?” you asked Chenle, noticing his absence.

“He’s running late. Said he’d be here later,” Chenle replied.

Jaemin smirked, “Probably just trying to avoid setting up,” he joked.

You chuckled, shaking your head before turning back to finish arranging the party.

The house quickly became alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the buzz of conversation. People in all sorts of costumes filed in: animals, witches, superheroes, and a lot more. But no Ghostface in sight …

You moved through the crowd, catching up with friends and admiring their costumes. As the party gained momentum, you started to let loose, dancing and laughing with Jaemin and Haechan.

Every so often, though, your thoughts drifted back to your earlier conversation. Your friends had laughed it off, but a tiny part of you wondered if a Ghostface would actually appear tonight. You shook your head at the silliness of it all and got back to enjoying the party.

“Y/n, come take a shot with me!” Haechan called, dragging you over to the kitchen.

Smiling, you clink your glass against his and downed the shot, feeling the warmth spread through you.

Just as you placed your glass down, the door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside. The partygoers around you barely noticed, but your eyes were immediately drawn to the white mask. Ghostface.

You couldn’t help but smirk, nudging Jaemin who stood beside you.

“Look,” you whispered.

Jaemin raised an eyebrow, glancing at the new arrival.

“Who is that?”

“No clue,” you admitted, heart racing a little. “But they’re definitely hot as hell.”

The figure remained near the doorway for a moment, scanning the room with eerie calm. Then, slowly, the Ghostface started making his way through the crowd, but his gaze—hidden behind the mask—was locked on you.

Each step he took felt planned, like he was taking his time to make his approach. Your stomach twisted, was he really making his way over to you?

“He’s coming over here,” Jaemin muttered, clearly amused.

“Looks like your wish is coming true.”

“Shut up,” you whispered, though you couldn’t hide the shy smile on your face.

The Ghostface finally reached you, standing just a foot away. The mask tilted slightly, as if studying you. You crossed your arms, trying to appear unfazed, though you could feel your pulse quickening.

“Nice costume,” you said, breaking the tension. “Going for the silent type?”

The figure didn’t respond, only tilting their head again in that unnerving, playful way. Then, without a word, they extended a gloved hand toward you.

You glanced at Jaemin, who shrugged, clearly entertained by whatever was happening. With a deep breath, you accepted the hand.

The Ghostface pulled you closer, and you found yourself standing just inches away, your heart racing faster than you cared to admit.

Whoever was behind the mask leaned in slightly, their movements slow. You couldn’t see their face, but you could feel the intensity in their gaze.

“Okay, I have to admit,” you said softly, trying to maintain some control over the situation, “this is kinda hot.”

The Ghostface’s shoulders shook slightly, as if laughing silently, and then, without warning, they twirled you away, leaving you standing there, stunned and a little breathless.

As they disappeared back into the crowd, you turned to Jaemin, who was grinning ear to ear.

“I told you,” he said smugly, “tonight’s gonna be fun for you.”

You laughed, though your mind was still reeling from the encounter. Who was under that mask? And why are you already so hot and bothered.

As the night went on, you couldn’t help but scan the crowd, looking for any sign of the mysterious Ghostface.

The interaction had been brief but left a strange, exciting feeling buzzing under your skin. You found yourself drawn into conversations, but your mind kept drifting back to that masked figure.

At some point, Jaemin nudged you again. “You okay, missing your killer?”

You shrugged, trying to act casual. “I haven’t seen him since.”

“It’s weird seeing you this horny over some guy in a mask” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully shoved him away. “Stop. You’re making this weirder than it has to be.”

But in truth, Jaemin wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t shake the feeling that whoever was behind that mask knew exactly what they were doing, playing into your earlier confession. It was kind of scary— but you were enjoying it way too much.

As you made your way toward the back of the house, needing a breather, you passed by Renjun and Chenle, who were deep in conversation about some horror movie.

The sliding glass door leading to the backyard was slightly open, and you stepped outside, welcoming the cool night air. The distant hum of the party continued inside, but out here, everything was quieter.

You leaned against the porch railing, staring at the dark sky, when you heard soft footsteps behind you. A glance over your shoulder revealed the masked man, standing at the edge of the patio, just watching.

“Seriously?” you muttered, though there was no real irritation in your tone. If anything, it was curiosity.

The Ghostface took a few more steps toward you, closing the gap, but still maintaining that frightening silence. The party noise from inside seemed to fade as you locked eyes—or rather, your gaze locked on the mask.

The figure took off their gloves slowly, stuffing them into their back pocket, and for a split second, you wondered if they would finally reveal themselves.

“Okay,” you said, turning to fully face them. “You’ve got my attention. What now?”

Without a word, Ghostface reached out and, gently but firmly, took your hand. This time, there was no hesitation. You let them pull you closer, so close that you could hear the faintest sound of their breath behind the mask. Your heart pounded in your chest.

In the dim light of the backyard, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you. The Ghostface raised their free hand slowly, brushing a lock of hair from your face with surprising tenderness.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, they lifted their mask just enough for you to catch a glimpse of their lips, and your breath caught in your throat.

Whoever it was—they were about to kiss you. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, your mind racing with the mystery and excitement of it all.

But then, just as you thought they would make their move, the sliding door burst open with a loud thud.

“Y/n!” Haechan yelled from inside, half-drunk and waving a beer bottle. “Come on! We’re about to do shots!”

You blinked, the heat of the moment shattering as you turned toward the noise. When you glanced back, Ghostface had already lowered their mask and started backing away, disappearing into the shadows of the yard.

You stood there for a moment, dazed. Wondering if you would ever see him again.

Haechan stumbled out onto the porch, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“What are you doing out here? Come back in! The party’s not over yet!”

“You sure know how to ruin a moment,” you muttered, glancing over your shoulder one last time. But the yard was empty, The mystery Ghostface was gone.

“It’s party time!!” Haechan was too drunk to even understand your words.

Back inside, your friends gathered around the kitchen island, laughter echoing through the house. Jaemin raised an eyebrow when he saw you return.

“No Ghostface this time?”

You shook your head, pretending like you didn’t care.

“Looks like he got bored.”

“Wait, there’s really a Ghostface here?” Jeno teased, nudging you playfully.

You nodded, sighing. “Yeah, but he’s been stringing me along this whole time.”

Jaemin smirked. “Why not make him a little jealous, then?”

“I doubt that’ll even work,” you said, shaking your head. “I never actually see him around the party.”

“Trust us,” Jeno grinned, grabbing your hand. “We’ve got this.”

Without another word, he pulled you into the

crowded living room, playful determination in his eyes.

Jeno tugged you into the living room, where the music was louder, and party goers crowded the space. Jaemin followed closely behind, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Alright, Y/n,” Jeno said, spinning you around to face him.

“Let’s make sure Ghostface knows what he’s missing.”

Jaemin smirked and nodded toward the group of people dancing. “Just go with it. If he’s been watching you like you said, this’ll make him show up.”

You shot them both a skeptical look, but before you could protest, Jaemin slipped his hand onto your waist, and Jeno grinned before pulling you into him. The three of you swayed to the beat, your friends fully committed to playing along, their movements exaggerated as if trying to draw all the attention in the room.

Jaemin leaned in, his voice low near your ear. “You said you wanted the perfect victim vibe, right? Let’s give him something to chase.”

You laughed, shaking your head at how over-the-top they were being. But as the song picked up, you let yourself get swept up in their antics, moving with them and enjoying it. Jeno twirled you once before pulling you close. Jaemin pulled and spun you back toward him, his hand lingering a bit longer on your waist.

Suddenly, you felt that familiar tingle of being watched. You scanned the crowd but couldn’t immediately spot the Ghostface. However, the weight of someone’s gaze followed your every move.

Jeno noticed your eyes darting around. “He’s watching, isn’t he?” he murmured, leaning close.

You nodded subtly. “Yeah, I can feel it.”

“Good,” Jaemin whispered, tightening his grip on your waist. “Let’s keep it going.”

The three of you kept dancing, playing up the flirtatious act just enough to make it obvious that something was happening. Your heart raced—not just from the dancing, but from the excitement of what might happen.

Would the masked man reveal himself, or was he just going to keep watching from the shadows?

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw it: the white mask, half-hidden behind a group of people near the far wall.

He was there, standing perfectly still, his attention fixed on you. Your pulse quickened as your eyes connected through his mask.

Jaemin followed your gaze and smirked. “There he is.”

Jeno didn’t waste a second. “Alright, let’s give him something to really think about.”

He pulled you even closer, his hand sliding around your waist as he pulled you into him. Grinding into you as he placed small kisses on your neck.

As you look back to the far wall, you caught another glimpse of Ghostface—this time, he was shaking his head.

You felt a pang of something—disappointment, maybe—twist in your stomach as the Ghostface broke eye contact and turned away, disappearing down the hall toward the spare bedrooms.

Jeno’s playful touch felt distant now, your attention completely drawn to the masked figure who had just walked away.

Jaemin, noticing the shift in your expression, leaned closer. “Looks like he doesn’t want to have any fun tonight.”

You stepped back slightly, disentangling yourself from Jeno’s hold. “I’m going to get a drink,” you muttered, your voice clearly showing how disappointed you were.

Jeno raised an eyebrow, “Hey don’t think about him anymore, just let loose and have fun.”

With one last glance at your friends, you made your way through the crowd, slipping past dancing bodies and the noise of the party. The music and laughter grew muffled as you moved down the hall, the atmosphere growing quieter, more intimate. The spare bedrooms were tucked away at the end of the corridor.

Your heart raced as you reached the first door. It was slightly ajar, and you hesitated for a moment before pushing it open. The room was dimly lit, the shadows stretching across the walls, but there was no sign of the masked man.

You stepped further inside, your breath catching as you scanned the room. Just as you were about to turn back, the door clicked softly shut behind you.

You spun around, and there he was—Ghostface, standing in the doorway, silent.

“You left,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

“Why?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate. The air between you was filled with tension, and you felt the weight of his gaze behind the mask.

Your heart raced, “Are you really going to keep this act up the whole night?” you asked, tilting your head as you held his gaze, your voice steady despite the pounding in your chest.

Ghostface’s hand moved to his mask, and for a split second, you thought he might finally reveal himself. But instead, he paused, his fingers trailing over the edge of the mask before letting his hand fall back to his side. He took another step forward, closing the distance between you, his body inches from yours now.

You swallowed, “Say something,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Instead of using his words, he grabbed your hips and pushed himself onto you. You could feel his erection pressing against you.

You gasped slightly, caught off guard by his sudden movement. Your heart raced, and you felt a mix of surprise and heat as you tried to process everything.

His grip on your hips tightened, and he moved against you, his masked face hidden in your neck. You could feel his chest rising and falling quickly.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react. Then, slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the soft fabric of his mask. A small part of you wanted to uncover his identity, but another part of you was okay with the mystery.

As you pressed yourself against him, he groaned softly, his voice deep as his gloves fingers dug into your skin.

“Please, more” you breathed into his ear, your heart pounding in sync with his.

His grip on your hips tightened, and he moved against you more urgently now, his breathing becoming even faster.

As he continued to grind against you, your own urges started to take over. You couldn't help but get lost in the moment as his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and edge.

“Pease,” you whispered again, your voice barely above a whisper as you softly grabbed onto his mask.

He shook his head firmly, gripping your hands as his eyes scanned the room. Spotting the dresser, he reached over, pulling out a pair of fluffy handcuffs, letting them dangle in front of your face.

“I’m not going to let you handcuff me…I don’t even know who you are!”

You protested, but there was a hint of teasing in your voice. He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

Turning around, back to the same dresser, he pulled out a long knife. Did he plan this?

Tension hung heavy in the air as he turned back to face you, the knife glinting in the dim light of the room. Your heart pounded frantically in your chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you took a step back, your eyes fixed on the sharp blade in his hand.

“What are you doing?” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with confusion. How did things change so quickly?

The masked figure remained silent, his masked face giving away nothing as he took slow, deliberate steps toward you. The gleam of the knife seemed to shine, sending a chill down your spine.

Instinct kicked in, and you turned to bolt for the door, but before you could take more than a few steps, he lunged forward with surprising speed. Grabbing at your waist and putting the knife near your neck.

You gasped, your eyes widening in terror as you felt the cold steel press against your skin.

As he pressed the knife to your skin, you realized that it wasn't sharp, it was dull.

You started to giggle, the absurdity of the situation hit you all at once, and the laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, filled the room

The masked figure’s grip loosened slightly as he seemed taken aback by your sudden laughter. His masked face tilted slightly, almost as if he was confused by your reaction.

“No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.”

The masked figure's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and slowly, he lowered the knife, his posture relaxing.

“Wait, did I ruin the moment?” The masked figure shook his head, brushing your hair with his gloved hand.

Slowly his hand rested on your cheek, and then slowly made its way to your neck. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the fear you had moments before. You stared into the eye holes of the mask, searching for any idea who he was.

Suddenly he put pressure on your neck, his touch firm but not suffocating. You froze, the lack of oxygen felt so good.

You gasped for air as his hand tightened around your neck.

His masked face hovered close to yours, his gaze only on you. The room seemed to shrink around you, the only sound echoing in your ears being the hammering of your heart.

Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he released his grip on your neck, his hand falling away as he took a step back. You stumbled slightly, falling onto the bed.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you looked up at him. His gaze never left yours as he went back to the dresser and pulled out a blindfold.

With a mixture of hesitation and thrill, you allowed him to place the blindfold over your eyes, slipping you into darkness.

You heard shuffling and felt his gloves as he grabbed your hands that were searching for him. Pulling your hands to his mask, feeling how warm it felt.

You fiddled with the fabric of it, as a silent way of asking for permission to take it off. He doesn't do anything as you pull his mask off slowly.

Once finally off he takes you into a deep kiss, a kiss he’s been waiting for this whole night. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own.

His hands roamed your skin, tracing patterns of fire along your curves. As you were tracing his features with your fingers, trying to figure out what he could look like.

Lost in the heat of the kiss, you felt him pull away slightly, his breath mingling with yours. There was a softness in his touch now, unlike before.

As you leaned in for more, your lips seeking his once again, he chuckled softly against your mouth before pulling away completely.

You heard rustling in the distance, you try to pull the blindfold off your face to see what was happening.

But strong hands stopped you, holding the blindfold firmly in place. You felt a warm breath against your ear as he whispered,

“Not yet.”

The voice was deep, kind of familiar but you were too lost in the moment to really place it. The sound of footsteps echoed in the room, growing louder and more distinct.

You strained against the blindfold, trying to hear what was going on.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of lips press gently against your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a moan. You felt a shiver run down your spine as the lips trailed along your neck.

“Fuck, I need more, please!” you begged, your voice shaking.

You reach for him, expecting to feel the cloth of his costume, but instead you are met with his soft skin. He was lean and you could feel he had a bit of muscles.

"Are you ready for the next part?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

You gasped and nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for his next move.

His kisses started to trail down, his tounge gently tracing a path along your skin as he moved further down.

As he reached the sensitive skin just below your waist, you let out a soft whimper. His fingers traced delicate patterns across your skin.

Suddenly, you felt the warm sensation of his breath on your skin, followed by the gentle pressure of his lips. A soft breath escaped your lips as his tongue traced delicate patterns on your heat.

You were lost in the sensation, your mind hazy. You gripped at the sheets beneath you, your body arching to meet his every movement.

“More, please, need you.” you whispered, feeling the words catch in your throat.

He responded by cupping your heat with his hand. With one hand, he gently spread you open.

Your heart pounded in your chest as his fingers stroked you, driving you crazy. You felt him slip a finger inside you and then another, stretching you in the best possible way.

His thumb rubbed against your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

Each touch sent another wave of pleasure crashing over you, building you up higher and higher.

"I’m so close," you begged, your words barely coherent as you clung to the sheets for dear life.

He responded by increasing his pace, his fingers pounding into you with a rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through you, the sensation overwhelming. As the pleasure built and built, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

"I'm going to cum," you cried out, your voice shaky. "I'm gonna cum."

His fingers never stopped their relentless pace, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, baby.” His voice normal, no longer changing his voice.

You knew that voice.

Your heart skipped a beat as the realization dawned on you. "Jisung?" you gasped, the blindfold still firmly in place.

No response came from him as his fingers continued their pace, driving you higher and higher towards your release.

“Oh my god, Jisung!” You cried out as you finally reached your climax. Your body arched against his touch, you moans ringing through the room.

Panting and gasping for air, as you lay there, you let a smile spread across your face.

Your hand reaches up to grab the blindfold, already knowing who the mystery masked man is. But Jisung grabbed your hand, stopping you, again.

“Wait,” His voice filled with insecurity. Not knowing how you were going to react to seeing his face.

You can feel the warmth of his skin under your touch and you can tell that he's tense.

“Jisung, I need to see you, please…” You pleaded, and for a brief moment, he seemed to hesitate. But then he quickly regained his composure, taking your hand and gently removing the blindfold from your eyes.

You squint for a moment as your eyes adjust to the dim room, taking in the sight of Jisung's maskless face. He looked at you, you could tell he was worried. He wasn’t making any eye contact.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him, still panting from your intense orgasm. You reach up to trace your fingers along his jawline.

"You look so hot right now," you whisper, your voice still heavy with lust. "Even hotter without the mask."

He chuckles softly at your comment, an appreciative smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice confident and husky.

You took a long look over his body, taking in every detail. His chest heaved with each breath, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. You traced your fingers down his chest, feeling the definition of his muscles.

Your eyes locked onto his again, a smile playing on your lips as you crawled towards him. He watched you intently, watching how your body moved towards him. .

As you straddled him, you leaned in close and whispered, "I want to feel you inside me."

He nodded eagerly, his hands immediately reaching up to undress you further. He helped you out of your clothes until you were both naked, skin touching skin.

You positioned yourself above him, feeling the warmth and hardness of him against your heat. You couldn't help but moan slightly as you felt him ready to enter you.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his breath hot against your ear as he waited for your response.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice breathless with desire.

"I'm ready."

With one swift movement, he entered you fully, filling you completely. You both moaned as he began to move, thrusting into you with a rhythm that made you shiver.

Your eyes locked onto his, making your heart race. You felt him hit a sensitive spot inside you, each thrust hitting the same spot.

"Oh god, Jisung," you gasped, your voice shaking with passion. "You feel so good."

He responded by increasing his pace, driving deeper and deeper into you. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he moved, each thrust sending another wave of pleasure. You could feel your core starting to tighten.

“You like that baby?”

"So good," you moaned.

His hands gripped at your hips, his fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly.

As you rose to meet his next thrust, he groaned softly, his eyes locked onto yours. He looked like he was in a zone, completely focused on pleasing you as much as he was being pleased himself.

"More," you begged, feeling pleasure building up inside of you. Your breath was ragged from how good he was making you feel.

Jisung responded by increasing his pace even more, his movements becoming more aggressive. Your body arched against him.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you close to him as he moved. You could feel every inch of him inside you, driving you closer and closer to your climax.

"I'm going to cum again," you cried out, your voice shaking with passion. "I'm gonna cum!"

“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned. His pace quickened, his movement became more desperate. He could feel his own climax building.

"Cum for me, baby," he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours. His words were the final push you needed, and you let out a long, loud moan as you reached your climax. Your body tensed, every muscle straining.

Jisung's movements became erratic as he felt you cumming around him, the pressure building up inside of him threatening to take him over the edge.

Finally, he could hold back no longer. "Fuck im going to cum," he groaned, thrusting into you one last time. His body tensed and then shuddered, his cum filling you completely.

Your body shuddered and your eyes fluttered shut. You clung to him as the intensity of your orgasm started to fade, you felt him soften inside you. His weight pressed against you, his breathing heavy and uneven.

You laid there, panting and gasping for air. Your body still trembling.

Jisung's arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close as he caught his breath. His breathing gradually slowed down, his heart rate returning to normal.

Slowly, your eyes opened, fluttering to look up at him. You smiled.

"That was... amazing," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Jisung smiled back at you, a proud grin that made your heart flutter. “I’m glad I overheard your conversation with Jaemin.”

You giggled, "That’s how you knew I liked masks?"

He chuckled, his hands pulling you closer to him. “I was afraid you wouldn’t like me.”

"But I do like you," you said, looking deeply into his eyes.

"A lot."

Jisung's smile widened, and he pulled you even closer, his lips brushing against your forehead.

You nestled closer to Jisung, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. His fingers gently traced patterns on your back as the two of you lay there in the afterglow.

He leaned in close, brushing his lips against yours lightly.

"I want to do this again... and again," he whispered.

"Me too," you responded, your voice filled with satisfaction.

You traced your fingers along the curve of his shoulder, as you relaxed into him.

The room was quiet except for the sound of both of your breathing, the steady heartbeats, and the music continuing on outside. Laying there for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes.

Finally, with a sigh of reluctance to end such a perfect moment, Jisung pulled away slightly.

“We should get cleaned up.”

You nodded in agreement, slowly disentangling yourself from each other's embrace. As you stood up, Jisung's hand reached out to help you steady yourself.

"Let’s take a shower," he said, offering you a hand to help you up.

As you reached the bathroom, Jisung started the water. You stood there, taking a moment to compose yourself before stepping inside. The warm water washed over you felt relaxing.

As you let the water drip down your skin, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was definitely the best Halloween.

Jisung joined you in the shower, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your neck gently. You leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as the water fell down both of your bodies.

“What are we going to tell everyone?” you asked as Jisung rinsed your hair.

He chuckled, his hands moving gently through the water. "The truth, that you’re mine.”

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Tags — alcohol, Toge highkey jumpscares yn like he’s from fnaf, “he’s right behind me isn’t he… 😟” type moment, that’s all I think?? Words — 1.0k 

It took you a moment to realize what was going on. The lighting in the rustic, shabby bar was dim, just barely casting a glow over the sharp edges of the many faces before you. Nobody should’ve expected you to be paying attention to that, your only duty was to keep your voice melodic and make sure you didn’t trip on the chord of the microphone. You failed to notice the odd glances shared by the instrument players behind you, as well as the eyes wide as saucers staring at you from the farthest wall. 

Only when the set was over and you finally got a chance to breathe—or so you thought—did you get an inkling of awareness. You were leant against the battered wood of the bar, the material oddly cool compared to your flushed skin as you waited for your drink. Nobara was beside you, mindlessly chattering away about the rip in her favourite skirt or the way a guy in her class was looking at her, but then her expression changed. She glanced anxiously behind you, making motions with her head that were meant to be some sort of signal but ended up making her look like some sort of challenged bird. 

“Y/n,” she gritted, eyes narrowing. “Be…hind… you…” 

Your head turned, but you didn’t even get a glimpse of him before he spoke. His voice was teasing, but it cut through the background noise like a gunshot in the midst of a quiet night. “So this is why you couldn’t go out with me?” 

Nobara’s eyes widened, but there was a knowing gleam in them that told you she had this all figured out. She might’ve seemed dull, a hot-headed, fashion obsessed girl concerned with nothing much, but there were more layers to her than her well-coordinated outfits. “I’ll leave you to it,” she smirked. She swiped her drink from the counter, and then all that was left of her was spilled droplets of her overly fruity beverage. 

You turned, meeting his eye. Your hip pressed into the wood, casual and inviting as you smiled. “If I denied that, would you believe me?” 

He shook his head, a huff of amusement leaving him. In the low lights, his hair reflected a soft gold, his skin looking smooth and ivory. He looked… good. Really good. You barely knew him, yet it was taking everything in you not to reach out, to run your hands over the sharp ridges of his face, stare into the soft, purple eyes that looked at you now. You’d never taken much interest in boys, never giggled and gossiped with the other girls at sleepovers while you painted your nails and braided each other’s hair. Toge seemed to flip that 180°, to give you that giddy feeling in your stomach that you’d grown to know as butterflies, but never felt personally. Not until now, at least. 

He leaned forward just a small bit, almost unnoticeable, almost involuntary. His face didn’t show it, but he could feel his heart pulsing in his ears. “You know, I figured this—” he motioned to the stage, microphone sitting prettily where you’d been standing just minutes before.  “—would be something worth mentioning. An ice breaker, maybe?” 

Your chest rose and fell with a quiet chuckle, one that couldn’t be heard beneath the clinking of glasses and drunken chatter. “But then I’d lose my mysterious allure, wouldn’t I?” 

“No offence, but I’m pretty sure stuttering over text cancels that out,” he shot back. His lips curled up into a grin, wide and genuine. You two seemed to be on the same frequency, something new and refreshing and undeniably enticing, growing with every retort. You laughed, and he felt his smile grow until it hurt his cheeks. “I can’t say I’m any better, though,” he admitted, leaning an elbow on the corner of the bar. 

“I know.” 

His brows knitted together in playful offence. “Hey! You’re not supposed to agree.” 

“You want me to lie?” 

“You lied about being a literal rockstar, so is a fib to protect my emotions that much of a stretch?” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. Your body curled forward with laughter, eyes crinkling and hand reaching to cover your mouth. Maybe it was the alcohol or the breathlessness from singing, but you were pretty sure your head spinning was caused purely by Toge. His energy, the way the air around him seeped into you like it was meant to mingle with you all along—it drew you in like a magnet and sent your senses into orbit. 

He laughed with you, soft and carefree. It might’ve been nothing but a 30 minute break in the show, yes, but the moment seemed infinite to you. Being around him didn’t feel like a collection of moments, it seemed to stretch on, an endless tunnel of golden lights and coffee and smiles that left your face feeling sore. 

Across the room stood your friends, all clumped together and oddly silent. They gazed across at your figures, seeming to glow with the warmth that could only be brought from within. You didn’t know it, but they all knew what was to come, and they were… happy. For you. For him. They didn’t know Toge very well, and you didn’t either, but things felt different when he was around. Your eyes gleamed with just a little more light, something soft and bright and doughy, like how you looked when you came home after a long time away. It was slightly unnerving (in Megumi’s words), sure, but beautiful nonetheless. There was an unspoken sense of acquaintance between the three, shared between glances and the distance between you and them. 

Just then it was only you and Toge and the heavy warmth in your chest, and that was completely okay. 

Cat’s outta the bag ig???

maybe that should’ve been the chapter name

whatever I already had them planned out

Toge is yn’s groupie confirmed

I haven’t mentioned whether maki and Megumi are cousins this time, so view it as you wish

Hitting the halfway mark… this one is a very different dynamic than bttoh I think… Maybe I don’t have this series as much as I like to pretend I do… ig… I’ve been so chopped lately someone kill me. AND the Moodboard I posted flopped really bad do yall hate me be honest

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[savebylou]

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Hi anon, that was interesting the fan story of how they met Louis at Coachella, I write the translation and it's below the video for the ones that don't speak spanish:

Translation in english below:

Translation: Hi I'm Paulina and this is the story time of how I met Louis in Coachella and how it was that he compliment my outfit and I had the opportunity of hug him.

Honestly if I haven't done the storytime is because genuinely had been hard to assimilate everything that happened this weekend but I'm here to tell you what I was wearing and how the interaction happened.

Everything started on Friday when one of my friends text me that Louis had been seen at the festival, honestly my inner child got excited to think that I could be in the same place as one of my favorite people, but I genuinely didn't think I would have the opportunity to see him.

Until they were 10 p.m. and I was just leaving the set of Ca7riel & Paco Amoroso and I was honestly thirsty and I saw a tea stand and lemonade and I decided to walk to that direction and while I was walking I heard someone with a strong british accent talking to the phone and automatically I freeze, I recognize the voice and I freeze and I didn't know what to do, I turn around and I saw him [Louis] talking to the phone around his friends. I keep walking to the ice tea stand but I was speechless of what I saw. And while I was on the line the only thing I could think of was that if he was still talking until they give me my ice tea I'm not going to bother him, I will leave, but if they give me my ice tea and he stop talking on the phone I will approach and talk to him.

When they gave me my ice tea he wasn't on the phone and I got up all my courage and I approach him and told him: "Hi Louis I'm sorry to bother you, I had been a fan of you for so many years and your music means a lot to me", bla, bla, bla. I don't remember anything that I told him, because I had been thinking for years of what I could said to each member of one direction if I ever saw them, really having him in front of me I forgot even my name.

He told me thank you for your lovely words, and I gather courage again to ask for a hug and he said "of course, of course love" he give me a hug, he saw me and said "I like yout t-shirt, I like the fit".

What I was wearing was a jersey of Argentina with a white skirt and my sambas blue with white. Honestly was an outfit plan at the last minute and because I was going to see Ca7riel & Paco Amoroso and both are from Argentina I thought it was the perfect outfit for the occasion. I really blush a lot and I thought it was the biggest compliment that someone could tell me in the existence. In the video that you are going to see [min. 1:59-2:02] is literally me saying "I you know, I wanted to be the only person with an outfit like this at Coachella". Both of us laugh and he said "cool, cool, I like that".

We were both laughing and again I gather the courage to tell him "Louis if it doesn't bother you, can we take a picture?" He saw me, smile at me and said "of course love, let's take a selfie". We took the selfie, here it is the little picture that we took [min. 2:20]. I told him thank you so much, have an amazing night, sorry to bother you.

After 5 steps I started crying, I never thought I will met him, I couldn't believe anything that happened in that moment. I would love to tell you that was the only time I saw him, but not.

On Sunday at the Post Malone set, I was watching the set and I didn't notice that I was standing behind him, because we all know that he is a short king and all of his friends were behind him so you couldn't see him, but at one point his friends move to the side and I saw him standing in front of me with his iconic outfit. Honestly I didn't bother him again, I didn't say anything, I could only took this video [min. 2:58] when he was on his tipitoes trying to see more. I listen to 3 songs and I decided to leave without bothering him and not do anything.

I can't believe anything that I'm telling all of you, I see the photos, I see the photos and I see the videos of that occasion without believing anything that happened. Being a directioner for so many years this has been a band-aid to the heart.

He is a love of human being, so nice, such a gentleman, I really don't have anything else to said because it's impossible to describe the sensation that is meeting Louis Tomlinson, really a big, big highlight of the year, here is my little storytime of how I met Louis Tomlinson at Coachella.

Thanks for sharing the link with me anon, it is always nice knowing fan stories.

I hope you have a lovely day/afternoon/night.

x

[hoomandoescosplay]

Love Language | L Lawliet x Reader Oneshot

I place the cake I just finished making into the fridge to cool for a bit as I hear the doorbell ring. A small hum escapes me as I walk to the front door and look through the peephole. I don’t see anything except for a package on the doormat.

Before I know it a smile forms on my face as I open the door eager to get the package inside. I start walking towards the kitchen but pivot to the living room once I remember the kitchen counters are full of baking supplies.

As I sit down and begin to open the package my smile widens. Inside the package is a black box with a bow. I read the name engraved on the box and my eyes widen, my hand moving even faster now to unbox this gift.

A small gasp leaves my mouth as I see a pair of black chunky Valentino heels. They were beautiful, and exactly my style. Just like how L knows me all too well. I pick up the box and start taking the shoes out, admiring them for another minute before I put them on.

I continue to stare at them with an obnoxious smile on my face for a moment before I look back at the box. Inside a small card is neatly tucked into the corner, signed with a simple, elegant L.

I smile as I pick up the card, my cheeks feeling warmer than before. He was always sending me various gifts and surprises, but never failed to make my heart flutter.

After a few months of dating I quickly came to realize that his love language was gift giving. Whether it was buying me dinner or a small keychain to bigger gifts like this one he would never fail to surprise me.

The gifts weren't the only way I knew how he felt about me. Even though he struggled to express his emotions at times, I learned to read the way his eyes soften when he looks at me, or how his voice is a little quieter when he talks to me.

Most people don’t notice the subtle shift in his behavior but I’ve grown to understand each and every little detail. I place the card back into the box before standing up and making my way to our bedroom to see what the heels look like on in the bathroom mirror.

I stand in front of the mirror, the black heels accentuating my outfit and making my legs look longer than usual. I look at myself with satisfaction, turning a little to see how the shoes looked from different angles. I was already thinking of all the different things I could wear with them. A black leather skirt, a dress, jeans and a nice going out top.

Then a certain piece of clothing that I’ve had shoved in my closet appears in my mind. I could only imagine how L would react to something like that.

I was planning on surprising L with the cake I was preparing for Valentine’s Day but I think this surprise might be an even better one. I search through the draws in my side of the closet and quickly find the lacy black lingerie I got as a white elephant gift when I was still in college.

At the time my friends and I thought it was hilarious. We were so young to the point we thought dressing up in something like this was idiotic and only a thing in movies. I got this in my sophomore year while we all passed around white elephant gifts on Valentine’s Day.

A small laugh escapes me as I remember that day. It honestly wasn’t even that long ago. I met L my senior year and we’ve been dating for four years now so I’ve probably had this set for about five years.

I hold the set in my hands, admiring it for a moment before I start removing my current outfit and putting on the lingerie. It hugs my curves perfectly, the matching set looks absolutely stunning with these heels.

As I look myself over in the mirror I almost want to laugh. I look so different than usual, and yet, I feel really good about myself. Feeling satisfied with the way the set looks on me, I decide to go for a finishing touch. I grab a perfume L always compliments me on, spraying a small amount on my wrists and neck.

After, I walk back out to the kitchen to grab my phone and check the time. I have about fifteen minutes before L should get back home. I take a quick look around the kitchen counters and the living room. That should give me enough time to clean up the place and get prepared.

I quickly clean up the counter and kitchen table, putting things away and throwing out random wrappers. I put away any dirty dishes in the sink and then looked around the living room to make sure everything was in order.

My eyes fall on the box the shoes came in and I pick them up and place them in the bedroom closet so L doesn’t see it when he walks in. Once the last of the clutter was cleared and the kitchen was spotless, I made my way back to the bedroom and waited patiently, my heart beating fast in my chest.

I felt slightly nervous but mostly excited. We had been together for so many years already, and the idea of surprising him like this was thrilling. He’s constantly surprising me so it would be nice to surprise him for once.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands folded in my lap as the minutes tick by on the bedside clock. I reposition myself on the bed multiple times, not really sure what I'm doing, but end up sitting the same way I started off.

After about five more minutes I hear the front door open and my heart starts beating fast again, the anticipation of what I was going to do making me feel a little jittery.

I sit up a bit straighter at the sound of the door. A moment later he calls out, “I’m home” making my smile grow slightly. A warm feeling fills my chest at his words. I try to keep my nervousness in check as I respond. "In the bedroom."

There’s a moment of silence before I hear him begin to walk closer to the door. My heartbeat quickens and I have to resist the urge to fidget with my hands. The footsteps stop and the door pushes open slowly.

I take a deep breath before looking up as the door opens fully, my gaze fixed on L. His eyes immediately land on me, his expression stays neutral but his eyes are roaming over my appearance.

A small smile forms on my face as I extend out one of my legs. “The shoes look good on don’t you think?” L’s gaze drifts down to my legs and the black heels before sweeping back up and he steps inside the room, shutting the door behind him.

“They look perfect.” His usually quiet voice is slightly lower than usual. My smile grows at his reaction. I roll my ankle slightly continuing to show off the heel as I look down at it.

“They’re such a nice gift. I was completely surprised.” I say as I lift my gaze up to stare at him through my lashes. His eyes stay locked on me, his normal serious expression slightly softened as he approaches the bed.

He kneels down and lightly grasps my ankle, running his fingers along the heel of the shoe and lightly tracing the intricate design as his thumb moves along my skin. "I'm glad you like them." His touch is subtle but gentle, sending a shiver through me.

He begins to trail his fingers up my leg, moving along the lace of the set and lightly up my bare thigh. "Though I find myself rather distracted now from the shoes." His voice is still low and his gaze locked on me. “Distracted?” I fake my surprise. “How so?”

"Distracted by you." He answers simply. "More specifically, what you have on." His hand is still on my thigh, lightly gripping the cloth and he starts moving his fingers in lazy circles on my skin.

A shiver goes through my body as I continue to play dumb. “Yes, I have the shoes you bought me on.” He chuckles softly, the sound making my heart flutter.

His hand moves farther up my thigh, tracing the lace with his fingertips. "Yes," he says, "but you know that's not what I'm talking about. This set isn't something I've seen before."

“Oh this little thing?” I say as he continues to trace the lace. “It’s just a small surprise I kept stored away.” L stands up and places one knee on the bed between my legs, the motion pushing my legs open a bit as he leans over me.

He lightly grasps my chin with his hand and angles my face up to look at him. "I'll admit, it's more than a pleasant surprise. You look stunning in this."

My cheeks flush as he tilts my head up. “I’m glad you like it.” I finally responded after a moment. His expression is now a bit more intense, his eyes roaming over my face and then down my body with interest.

He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. "You have no idea how much I like it." His voice is low and slightly rough. “Then why don’t you show me how much you like it.” I respond as I continue to look up at him.

L's hand moves to lightly grip my hip as he slowly pushes me back down onto the bed. He crawls on top of me on the bed, trapping me under him as he looks down at me with that intense expression.

He leans down until his face is inches from mine, the scent of his cologne filling my senses. "Gladly." He practically breathes the word out.

A content sigh escapes my lips as he begins to train kisses down my neck. One of his hands comes up to lightly toy with the strap of the bra set, his fingers trailing over my skin and sending goosebumps across my body.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer into my body. He let out a low groan when my body pressed against his in the new position. His mouth leaves my neck to attach onto my collarbone, lightly biting and sucking on my skin.

I let out a shallow breath as my body shutters from his touch. After giving my collarbone a few more bites, his mouth starts to trail down as he begins peppering kisses along my chest and to the top of my cleavage.

His hand is lightly gripping my hip, holding me in place as he moves his body over mine. He kisses along my shoulder as he hooks a finger under the strap of the bra, slowly pulling it down my shoulder and exposing more of my skin to his view.

In response my back arches up slightly. L takes advantage of this and moves his hand underneath me. In one quick motion he unclasps the bra before pulling it off me and throwing it somewhere across the room.

A small noise escapes from me as the cool air hits my skin that was previously clothed. Well, as clothed as a lacy, mesh bra could be. L's eyes roam over my exposed chest, his gaze slightly hungry and filled with desire as he begins to lightly run his hands over my chest.

"Gorgeous." he breathes out, his voice rough. I arch my back up towards him again, my eyes rolling slightly back just from the sound of his voice.

His hands grip my thighs, holding my body tight against his as he looks down at me with that hungry gaze. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." he groans as he leans down to kiss my stomach.

One of my hands goes to rest on his head making his lips press down harder on my stomach with each kiss. He's kissing his way down my stomach, his lips warm and making my skin tingle as he kisses my skin, occasionally giving a light bite to make me gasp.

His hands are roaming over my thighs, holding them tightly as he moves his body down the bed and positions himself between my legs. His hands slide up to my hips, gripping tightly and he starts leaving a trail of kisses along the very tops of my inner thighs.

He's taking his time, just like he always does, and it's driving me crazy. His tongue darts out before lightly licking up my inner thigh, the action making my breath catch in my throat.

He looks up at me with an innocent look on his face. "Something wrong?" He says it so nonchalantly but the smirk on his face gives away the teasing tone.

“Yeah.” I say breathlessly. “These are still on.” L's fingers lightly pull the lacy edge of my panties away from my skin before he lets it snap back into place. "Seems like you're right." He says, his voice low.

“Then take them off.” My voice has a slight tinge of desperation to it, making him chuckle lowly. He smirks at my words, his eyes roaming over my body as he seems to take in the view.

He then hooks his fingers in the waistband of the panties and begins to slowly slide them down my legs. After they’re completely off and thrown somewhere in the room his hand goes to grab one of my legs.

L places the bottom of the heel up against his chest as his fingers lightly trace my leg. "You're quite the sight like this. It would be a shame to take these off."

I sit up slightly on my forearms as I stare at him with my heel on his chest for a moment. “Who said the heels had to come off?” He pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering up to meet mine before a smirk forms on his face. "Not a bad idea."

He suddenly grabs my ankle and lifts my leg up, pressing his lips to the underside of my foot and trailing kisses down my leg. I sharply inhale at the feeling, laying back down.

He takes his time with my legs, kissing and biting on my skin gently, continuing down my leg and ending at my ankle where the heel remains. He begins to lightly circle his fingers around the ankle and looks up at me through his lashes with a smirk.

I met his gaze as I let out a satisfied sigh. “Shirt off.” I say as I point towards him. L chuckles softly before leaning back on his knees, still between my legs, and tugs his shirt off his body and throws it onto the floor.

"Better?" He asks with a slight grin. I shake my head as I point lower. “You’ve got me all undressed but not yourself.” He places a hand on my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze as his eyes wander over my body and he lets out a low chuckle.

He raises an eyebrow at me. "Someone's impatient." I huff which just further proves he’s right. “Stop teasing me.” I whine making him grin. "Teasing you is fun though." He says before leaning down over me and braces himself above me with his arms on either side of shoulders.

He leans down to my ear and speaks in a low voice. "Besides, can you really say that you don't enjoy the anticipation?" I shudder once more as my hand travels down to unbuckle his belt.

His breathing hitches slightly as I touch his belt, the metal buckle making a slight jingling sound as my hands fumble with it. He leans down and lightly begins kissing along my neck again, his body pressed close to mine.

My hands continue to fidget with his belt until I get it off. He lets out a low groan against my neck, his breath hot against my skin as my fingers fumble to pull his jeans off. His fingers toy and tease across my stomach and waist, his touch making me shiver.

After a moment he chuckles and removes his jeans and boxers, tossing them on the floor with the rest of our clothes. Now that the last pieces of clothing are gone he wastes no time in pressing his body right up against mine, his skin warm and touching every inch of mine.

He grabs one of my legs and hooks it over his hip, using the new angle to kiss my neck and the top of my chest. My hands go to wrap back around his neck, my nails digging slightly into his back.

He lets out a low groan as my nails scratch at his skin, the sound reverberating through my body. His hand trails down to his length as he begins to line it up with my entrance.

I bite my lip as I try to suppress my moan from the sensation. L leans down and whispers in my ear, his voice low and rough. “There’s no need to hold back.” As he says this he pushes his full length into me causing me to moan out in response.

We’re both still for a moment as he lets me adjust. When I’m ready I give him a nod and he begins to pull almost all the at out before pushing all the way back in.

His movements are slow and deliberate at first, but soon pick up the pace. He grips my hips as he leans down and starts to kiss me passionately. L’s tongue explores my mouth, tangling with mine as he continues to thrust into me.

I dig my nails deeper into his back as he grips onto my hip thigh tighter. As he breaks off the kiss he uses my thigh to angle my hips up higher, penetrating deeper into me.

My eyes roll back as he groans out in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good around me.” He grunts out. I barely register his words as my body is on fire from pleasure.

He continues to thrust into me with a continuous rhythm, moans escaping me from time to time. In one swift motion he completely pulls out of me, making me whine.

As soon as he pulls out he flips me onto my stomach. Grabbing my hips and pulling me up onto my knees, so my ass is in the air and my heels are digging into the mattress. He admires the view for a moment before lining himself back up and sinking into me with a grunt.

I grip the sheets with my hands as another wave of pleasure washes over me. Not long after he picks up the pace using the grip he has on my hips to pull me back into him harder.

“L… fuck.” I whimper out as I feel close to release. "That's it... almost there." He tightens his grip and changes the angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me with each thrust. His panting becomes heavier as he feels himself getting closer as well.

After a few more thrusts I come undone, gripping the sheets tighter as my body slightly shakes from my climax. As he feels me tremble around him, L comes undone as well.

He buries his face between my shoulders and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me back onto him even harder and deeper as he finds his own release. We both stay in that position for what feels like forever as we try to recollect ourselves.

Eventually we find our way under the covers, intertwining our limbs together as my head rests on L’s chest. My heels are still on but they somehow don’t get in the way.

I feel him place a gentle kiss on top of my head making me smile and nuzzle into him more. As I begin to drift off I hear him murmur, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” I let out a sleepy hum in response.

My thoughts slowly start to fade as I sink further into his warm embrace. The last thing I feel before falling asleep is his hand running through my hair in a comforting gesture.

[clonetrooperjournals]

Dance for me

Summary : You work as a bartender for Cid but when she needs you to do a job with the bad batch you have to step back into the life you were fortunate enough to escape from Pairings : Hunter x Fem! reader Warnings : ex slave reader, mute reader, mentions of slavery, unconsented touching, angst, fluff, happy ending, slightly spicy Words : 2k Info - reader is mute so she uses hand signs which I wrote in italics masterlist here dividers by @saradika-graphics

“Wipe down the tables when your done with inventory got it fingers?”  

You sigh and nod, you hated that nickname. Cid never listens when you tell her that though, she never listens period if she’s paying you. You've worked in Cid’s sleezy little bar for the past two years and if its taught you anything it's that Cid only listens if there’s money involved. If she hadn’t needed an extra set of hands, you know she wouldn’t have given you your job, but apparently being pretty and a mute were two bonus points that seemed to sway Cid in your favor verses the other person who tried to get the job.  

The pay sucked, but you got a small room in the back and some of the customers tipped good, so you had a small savings put away. Life could be worse, and it had been. After being freed from your master and having nowhere to go and no one to help, you turned to the gypsy dancing you’d been forced to do for years to get you enough credits to get away from the planet you’d spent your teen years in slavery. You haven’t danced since and you thought you never would, until Cid came back into the bar with a smug grin and her eyes set on you.  

The bad batch, some of the nicest (and hottest) men you’ve encountered working for Cid, came trailing in behind her, “Fingers! Come here a minute.”  

You sighed walking over to the group. Omega runs up to you giving you a hug, “Y/n! I have to tell you all about our last mission there were these Aggrocrabs that attacked us, and it was so cool!”  

Sounds more terrifying than cool  

“Yes terrifying is a more correct term than cool,” Tech agrees.  

“Alright enough chit chat! I’ve got a job for all of you,” she turns to you grinning, “You’re joining them on this one Fingers.”  

What!? 

The boys look at her confused as Hunter speaks, “Why would we need y/n?”  

Your heart starts racing as the boys look between you and Cid, “Because my girl here has the necessary experience for this mission.”  

Cid. No. I can’t! 

You start panicking as Cid just smiles maliciously, “Yes you will fingers or you won’t have a job anymore.”  

But I don’t... I don’t do that anymore!  

“You will for this, and I’ll give ya a bonus. How’s that sound?” Cid says stepping closer to you. 

 Hunter sighs, “care to clue us in on what’s happening here?” 

“I’m also confused.” 

“Wrecker your always confused.”  

Cid eyes you waiting for your answer, “Don’t got all day Fingers!” 

Fine... 

“That’s what I thought. Now I got you all an invite to some rich hot shots party. Your job is to go in there gather intel on the guy and his next shipment that’s coming planet side and get out. No funny business.”  

Echo raises an eyebrow at you, “Then why does y/n need to come?”  

“Because Fingers here used to be a dancer here once upon a time for the guy who owned her before he lost his head.”  

All the boys now turn to look at you, Tech tilts his head curiously, “You were a slave?”  

You sigh, nodding your head. A long time ago...  

“She’s going to perform for the party while you guys grab the intel. It's all set up, I even got ya a new outfit for the occasion. Don’t say I don’t do nothin’ for ya!” Cid pats your back, “Now go get ready the parties tonight.”  

She walks away leaving you with the Batch, a uncomfortable silence hanging over everyone as they eye you. Wrecker is the one to break the silence, “I bet you're a really pretty dancer!”  

All the boys sigh at him, “What?! I mean it!”  

You giggle, thanks Wrecker.  

All the boys disperse heading back to the ship but Hunter stays. You blush and your heart rate spikes as he comes over to you, like it always does. Your pretty sure he's caught on to your crush on him, you're not exactly subtle.  

“You sure you’re up for this?”  

Cid wouldn’t put me in danger... I don’t think anyway. Besides you’ll be there, so I know I’m safe.  

Hunter shows a rare smile, “Yes, I’ll make sure your safe, no matter what... I also... Look forward to watching you dance.”  

He winks leaving you a blushing mess as he heads back to the ship.  

... 

You had to go ahead of everyone to get ready to perform. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. Your heart was running a hundred parsecs as you paced back and forth behind the stage. You had a routine that you performed all the time when your master would throw his parties and even though it’s been years, the dance has been engraved into you, so you know you’ll be fine. The problem was that Hunter was sitting at a table with Echo closest to the stage, giving him the best view of you.  

Wrecker was in the back of the party by the snack table, and Tech was at the bar talking to the bartender. The host of the party was at the front of the stage with a group of women surrounding him. You were awaiting the music to start, when the lights dimmed, and it was your time.  

You can do this. 

You can do this. 

You can do this. 

You stepped out from behind the curtains and the room went silent as the music started. You smiled a bright smile and started to dance.  

... 

Hunter froze, staring at you. He always thought you were beautiful but here on the stage? Beautiful was an insult to how magnificent you looked. You were in a tight red dress that's skirt ruffled out, and bangles on your wrists and ankles that clinked together as you danced. You twirled and threw your skirt around and smiled brightly like you were enjoying every second. The whole party watched you mesmerized and when Hunter looked to the host and seen the hunger in his eyes as he stared at you, he knew he was going to punch that guy in the face.  

“If you want to get paid, I suggest you stop looking at the guy like you want to murder him” Echo whispers from beside Hunter, tapping his scomp on Hunters clenched fist. Hunter sighs his eyes snapping back to you but doesn’t say anything. 

Echo chuckles as he looks at his sergeant, “You know she likes you. I suggest you do something about it before someone like that tries to steal her away.”  

A flash of red comes into view and both clones look up surprised to see you have come down from the stage and started dancing in the crowd. You winked at them as you danced through the tables, all the guests clapping along to the beat of the music, and then just as the song ends you twirl and land into the host's lap. The entire party cheers loudly clapping and hollering, you get up to take a bow, but the host grabs your waist and pulls you back onto his lap startling you. The crowd laughs and everyone starts to mingle again.  

“My my what a beautiful and talented thing you are! I must know your name I bet it's as beautiful as your face” he says gazing slowly over your body.  

My names y/n 

“Oh, a mute! I always did love a girl that can’t nag at me!” he laughs grabbing your chin, “Cid did say she was sending the best dancer on this side of the planet. I think she was right...”  

Your cheeks burned red as he continued to stare at you not letting your chin go. The other girls around him were shooting you daggers, making your heart race under their gazes. You looked around the room seeing Wrecker talking to some people in the back, Tech had moved from the bar and was now in conversation with Echo and Hunter was watching you. His jaw twitching as he stared at the man's hand on your chin.  

The man slowly trailed his hand down your neck till it stopped just above your breast, “Such a shame you’re working for Cid... I bet for the right price I could have you. Dancing for me every night, living a life of luxury even for a slave...” 

Your eyes widen as a rush of panic surges through you. Slave? Did Cid say you were a slave? You can’t be bought! Cid wouldn’t try to sell you... Would she? Why would she say that when she knows about your past? You frantically start looking around the room for Hunter till you hear his voice beside you.  

“She’s not for sale and she’s not a slave. Now I suggest you take your filthy hands off her before a break them.” You turn seeing Hunter, his fists clenched as he waits for the man to let you go.  

The man laughs, “And who are you? Her guard?” 

“Damn right I am. Now I'm not gonna say it again,” Hunter leans forward, “Let. Her. Go.” 

Wrecker stands behind him towering over him, Echo and Tech on either side all watching the man. He slowly lets you go as he looks at the four men surrounding him and you jump up and stand behind Hunter grabbing his arm with your shaking hands.  

He pulls you into him, wrapping his arm around you, “Thought so.” Then he nods at the boys and together the five of you leave the party without any more trouble.  

... 

After an awkward and rather quiet flight back to Cid’s, the boys give you a pat on the shoulder for a job well done, with the exception of Wrecker who gave you a bone crushing hug, and then headed back to Cid’s to give the intel.  

“Can you wait a second?” Hunter asks as your about to follow them.  

Sure. Everything okay? 

“I wanted to see if you’re okay. That was close at the end there...” he exhales sharply.  

You shrug. It’s nothing I haven’t had to deal with before  

“You never should have had to deal with it!”  

I can’t change my past but I’m grateful that it’s not the life I live anymore. 

You grab Hunters hand and squeeze gently. I knew I would be okay because you were there. Thank you for keeping me safe.  

“I’ll always keep you safe,” Hunter smiles squeezing your hand back, “You know, I always thought you were beautiful but... on stage tonight, you were stunning.” 

You think I’m beautiful? You ask blushing.  

“Always have,” he says stroking your burning cheek, “I... should have told you sooner but... I’m not... great with feelings. Or words.”  

I know. Me neither.  

He laughs at your lame joke, still holding your cheek. “What do you say to getting a drink with me?”  

You freeze your eyes wide. Like a date?! 

“Yes. Like a date,” he laughs. “Unless you don’t want too that’s o-” 

YES! Yes! Yes... I would like that...  

“Okay,” he chuckles leaning in closer, “but I... would like to kiss you now. Please.” 

You see nothing but his heavy-lidded amber eyes as you nod pulling him by the neck, kissing him hard. He groans into the kiss not expecting it but kisses back with just as much passion. You know he can hear your heart racing and the sound of your bangles clinking as you pull his hair. Eventually you both pull apart to breathe, smiling like idiots.  

“Wow...” he gasps. 

Yeah... Wow  

He grabs your hand pulling you to his bunk smirking, “The drink can wait.”  

[badaboomx]

Every night (doing you right) | Bada Lee x Reader

PAIRING: G!P Bada Lee x Fem!Reader.  SETTING: Underground dancer Bada Lee is quite the popular girl in town and way out of your league. Or so you think. (Continuation of 'Did I mention') WORDS: 6k PART: 2 of 3

ⓘ This one doesn't have smut, but it does have risque elements. Proceed with caution.

Lusher’s encouraging words were one thing, but the next thing was getting over this strange block that kept you from uttering a single word about the subject. By not bringing it up, it seemed that Bada didn’t feel like bringing it up either, creating a strange and stupid situation that wasn’t entirely hopeless but infuriating.

For example, the next time you saw Bada was not the time or place to bring it up. Lusher needed to bring back a couple of jackets that Bada borrowed her, and so she dragged you with her. Bada was at home, doing some maintenance to her car by the time you both arrived. And just by being in her presence you could feel yourself slowly reverting to when you first met her – nervous, unsure of whether you should be there or not. But when you both were close enough…

“Hey,” Bada said simply, giving Lusher a quick hug. “You look like hell.”

Lusher, who hadn’t slept trying to study, playfully growled at her. “Whatever,” she sounded so tired, too. “Where do I put these?”

Bada pointed her head to the table deep into the garage, watching Lusher go.

Her greeting to you? Bada looked at you for a second, the most subtle smile appearing on her face. “Hey, scared puppy,” she said lowly. “Still afraid that I’ll bite?”

You shook your head, unable to even say anything.

“Then come here,” she said, beckoning you to come close for a hug. 

You hesitated for a second, but still let her do so. It was a quick, simple hug too. Yet it felt really nice, comfortable. You felt safe all over again for that brief moment before you both pulled away. Quietly looking at each other; she didn’t mention it, you didn’t mention it. Bada smirked a little and patted your head as she pulled away fully, looking back at Lusher and talking to her about the jackets.

You stood there, like an idiot. Watching, yearning, debating whether or not to take this time to do anything. But it wasn’t the time, you just couldn’t.

Bada went back to work while you and Lusher left her to get back to it.

But let us not fool ourselves. Opportunities weren’t lacking at all. You both just never brought it up for some ungodly reason. Listen, it’s almost hilarious, let us recount the time.

It would be a whole week before you would get to see her again, however. First off, you were added to the girls’ group chat and introduced to all the girls in the crew, which just grew your social circle just as you wanted. But what was interesting was just how little Bada spoke in that group chat as a whole, despite being the leader. Every now and then she joked with the girls, but by comparison to how chatty everyone was she certainly didn’t talk as much. While the girls kept you entertained, and you were very happy to meet them, a side of you longed to hear more of Bada. That detached presence made her look all the more cool and elusive, but it made you yearn to see her more. It gnawed at you to the point you went to her profile, seeing her social media and noting there was only instagram to check out. As you’d expect, she had only shared a few pictures of herself with the team during practice, some outfit from a competition three months ago, and a clip of her working on a drawing. Not as updated as you wanted to, but it checks out as someone who keeps to themselves.

Truly a woman who was a privilege to witness in the flesh, you’d come to realize. That only made Bada’s presence all the more cathartic to you, especially when you met her again after a while.

Picture this, you were walking down the streets after a class and Mr. Annoying (as you’d come to call him) classmate insisted on following you home. Not walking you, cause that would imply that you said yes. He just had temporary deafness whenever you said ‘Leave me alone.’  Still, you did your best to ignore him as he chatted away and tried to get you to respond to something, subtly throwing an insult disguised as a compliment to get you to shout at him, or even apologizing for how weird he was. But you really didn’t say anything, knowing that because you were the new kid in town he thought he had the advantage to do whatever he wanted.

You were wondering what the hell to do, where to run, until–.

“Hey.”

You stopped in your spot and turned around at that voice that was like the heavens had opened up for you.

There Bada was in all her towering height and imposing presence, wearing a black cap that obscured her eyes and baggy, hip attire that felt just as menacing. That relief washed over your body entirely the moment you recognized that woman, like she was your Prince Charming but better. Behind her were Lusher and the others who were unsure of what to do and kept their distance, but were ready for anything. Bada, instead, approached casually and cooly, getting closer to you. “We’ve been looking for you,” she said, staring at you and then at Mr. Annoying, pointing at him casually. “He’s with you?”

“Yeah!” The guy didn’t like this, but he pretended to be a normal friend of yours. “I was just walking her home,” he lied, starting to back away – perhaps intimidated by Bada’s presence.

Bada looked at you as he said that and you shook your head rather violently. To which Bada only looked at him and smiled. It was an odd smile you’ve never seen on her, but you could tell it was merely to avoid escalating the situation and putting you in danger. “Thanks, I’ll take it from here,” she said firmly and matter of factly, reaching a hand out for you to take, which you did instantly and moved to get behind her immediately.

“H-hey, wait just a minute,” the guy said, reaching out to try and grab you. 

Bada stood in front of him to avoid even getting closer to you, swatting his hand away. “I’ll take it from here, you can go,” she sounded less nice now, with more authority, but spoke low to not create a commotion.

Which the guy had no issues in creating. “How do I know you guys are her friends, huh?” He pointed at Bada with an accusatory finger as he yelled, relentlessly (even if slowly) trying to find a way to circle around Bada to get to you, but Bada was faster and taller. People around you either ignored him babbling or turned to look with a bit of concern. “She doesn’t have any friends, I know that.”

Bada on the other hand, discreetly took the keys to her car and subtly motioned to Lusher to take them, which the brunette did quickly dragging you and the rest of the girls towards the car and hopping in. The guy saw that and started to get a bit more physical with Bada, now throwing his body to get past her only to receive a hard shove from her that sent him back hard. But he was like a desperate, drunken man who kept lunging forward and threatened Bada with violence now, trying to get the bystanders to be on his side by shouting that you were his girlfriend and that these bandits were taking you. The only thing he was getting was the attention of two waiters from a nearby restaurant trying to hold him back and placate him. The girls had hopped in the car, Lusher had started it and backed up a bit so that Bada could make a quick getaway.

But then the guy called Bada a freak and a multitude of… other very offensive things that I would rather not say here. 

The girls heard it, you heard it and you thought Bada would just let it go and get in the car. It hadn’t dawned on you then. But Tatter’s immediate reaction of getting out of the car after hearing that told you everything about it.

Bada decked the man right in the face, cleanly, watching him fall backwards on the floor and pathetically lay there for a second. She was angry, and if it wasn’t for Tatter holding her back she would’ve lunged forward to give him more. You hopped out of the car yourself, just to give Tatter a hand, coaxing Bada to just get in the car. With both Tatter’s and your calming words, Bada only warned him to leave you alone from now on and got in the car with both of you. 

The car screeched out of there, leaving skidmarks and a cloud of smoke and then you guys were out of there.

The atmosphere in the car was tense at first, with Lusher driving off quickly and Tatter keeping her eyes peeled on the road. Kyma and Minah sat tensely, looking around and at the window as if scared that the cops might approach them for what just happened. But Bada was still angry, at least at first. The labored breath gave it away, seated against the other window and almost unable to face the girls after that – unable to even face you, who sat right next to her. 

Just looking at her you were fascinated at this new side of her. Someone so composed, so chill, losing their cool and even looking angry at herself for showing that side to you and the girls. It… made you want to care for her, pushing aside any nervousness you had.

“Hey,” you softly said to Bada, making her look at you. “You okay?”

Bada shook her head a little, taking off her cap. As she did though, you noticed the slight bruising on her knuckles. 

Without realizing, you reached over and grabbed her hand to look at her knuckles and that made you both stop to look at each other for a brief moment. She looked a bit surprised, but you kept going, brushing your thumb lightly across her knuckles. “We gotta get you something cold.”

“I’m fine,” Bada said softly, a slight smile cracking up her stone-cold expression. “Just…”

You looked back up, waiting for her to keep going, placing your palm gently on top of her knuckles.

And she seemed to like that, looking at both of your hands and then up at you with a small smile. “Just keep your hand on mine, that feels better.”

Thump.

That made your heart beat very loudly in your chest, it trembled at the sweetness of that statement, at the loving look in Bada’s now visible eyes. She stared at you, straight to you, without caring if anyone else noticed or if anyone else heard it. Electrifying, tentacling all over your body. 

Then as you guys got further and further away (metaphorically and literally) from the crime scene, the tension lifted. “That was sick,” Lusher laughed out, breaking that heavy air and making the rest of the girls cackle at the suddenness.

Hell, even Bada seemed to find it a little funny. 

It turns out the girls had just finished their dance practice and were just about to drive to eat somewhere. By freakish coincidence the girls were just walking out of the studio and were going to take off, and you had walked right past them without noticing. Bada was the first to catch the situation given the way you seemed stressed and the way the guy kept talking up a storm, so she came to your aid without hesitation. Not thinking it over for a second, just acting on the instinct to protect a friend.

You looked over at Bada, muttering a soft ‘thank you’ to her. 

Bada merely smiled and bowed her head a bit to you. No more words spoken.

I’m almost exaggerating. You both didn’t really speak much for the rest of this impromptu hanging out session. When you all arrived at the crew’s favorite place, you and Bada were just inexplicably drawn together, walking near one another and instinctively sitting next to one another. You were about to sit on your own, until you saw Bada pull the chair for you to sit proper. Then, as everyone was eating, she was taking care of everyone as it was her tacit responsibility as the leader and the oldest member, but with you…

“Open,” Bada said softly, holding a piece of food up.

And of course you let Bada feed you. It was a gesture that made you shy, but it filled you with a lot of warmth. It felt different than how she took care of others in some way, but you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it. Not like there was a space in that nogging of yours to think about anything else but the elephant in the room that you had to bring up at one point. 

One point.

“Hey, you have some sauce under your lip,” Tatter warned you, showing you where exactly.

You looked at the blonde woman, still partially lost in your wordless thoughts, so you unintentionally just stared at her in total silence. 

Lusher, who was the only one who knew anything, laughed to herself while Kyma and Minah tried to get your attention. 

Bada gently grabbed you by your chin and made you look at her while she looked at the stain and kindly wiped it off you with her thumb. A slight graze, her thumb barely touching your lower lip, but it paralyzed you and created a warm flush to run down your spine. “There we go,” Bada said with finality, sucking the sauce from her thumb and returning to her meal like the rest of the girls.

You would have to bring it up at one point…

But that moment wasn’t now, because just like that the moment was gone. When you and Lusher returned to your dorms, Lusher hit your arm playfully and hopped a little in her spot. Gushing over what happened today and how romantic it was, and all you could do was stand there and blush.

The next time you both would meet wouldn’t be for another three weeks, though some interactions were sprinkled in between. Brief moments that were not substantial enough for you to bring up whatever happened at the party, but enough to remain in your mind. 

First off, Mr. Annoying has resorted to never even looking at you, but initially he tried it again. Just like she was called by some ethereal being to help, Bada re-appeared to aid you. Ah, it was like she emerged from the shadows off the Café nearby, standing so casually besides you, but just off enough that she was behind. The guy noticed instantly and just walked away, popping up his collar and hiding his shameful face. When you turned around to see Bada, she smiled. 

“If he gives you more grief, let me know,” she merely said, walking away with what she had ordered. A chance meeting, where you could barely thank her.

He never tried it again.

You also got to know more about Bada through the mouth and perceptions of others, beyond the dance crew. 

Lusher dragged you out of your books and back outside into the real world, getting you to meet someone else from her seemingly endless circles of friends. This time it was a quiet bar in the middle of the week, meeting up with a woman who was like that older sister you would love and hate to have.  A conversation over a pool game had you three traveling to many topics, but it briefly stopped on the topic of Bada.

The woman, whose name escapes you, and who was winning the game, casually chatted while playing. “That Bada has a lot of the girls in the scene thirsty,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Apparently, she’s quite the lover girl.”

You gulped quietly, looking over at Lusher who instantly chimed in.

“How so?” Lusher asked, acting oblivious but having a subtle shit-eating smile and glance.

“Well–.” Smack! Another ball in her favor. You weren’t going to play any time soon. “These are just rumors, of course. But I hear she’s quite the heart throb, a very–.” Smack! Another one in. “Good lover, I guess.”

“Ooooh, really?” Lusher wiggled her eyebrow, looking at you.

But this only made a strange gut feeling emerge for you.

“Bada’s a good dancer,” the woman shrugged. “So, you can do the math. It figures she would be a –.” Smack! “Good fuck, pardon the expression.”

Ah, there was a swift twinge of jealousy when you heard that. It was irrational, right? Women that were with Bada before you even met Bada, yet they seemingly had such an easy time getting with her. THAT is what made you feel jealous, as ridiculous as it is. But it’s not just that jealousy, is it? It’s the implication that Bada has been here before. Bada had plenty to choose, plenty to chase, it was so easy for her and she wouldn’t sit down and think about you. 

But the previous incidents and everything you knew now made it difficult for you to fully believe that and give up. But you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Especially after meeting up – on a different occasion – with one of Bada’s previous flings. This time, Lusher and Tatter were with you. A workout session together at the gym led to meeting with Bada’s fling by chance. The conversation wasn’t naturally landing on Bada this time, but Lusher – who is more invested in this than the rest of us at this point – directed the conversation towards it.

“You know,” Lusher started, patting the unknown woman we don’t really need to describe in the back. “We’re going to have a party at Chocol’s sometime next week. Me and the girls are coming over if you want us to–.”

The lady seemed to pause a little, slowly turning to see Lusher. “Who is going to go?”

“It’s a handful of people, Bada’s coming to pick me and m–.”

“Oh, I’ll have to pass darling,” the lady laughed in good humor, patting Lusher’s shoulder. “I’m in the process of getting a boyfriend, and he’s not very fond of Bada.”

Lusher was actually surprised and now you just felt bad, but before she could even think about anything to say…

“What’s wrong with Bada, though?” Tatter asked.

“That’s just the problem, nothing’s really wrong with Bada,” the lady shrugged. “We just… had a very intense but ultimately stringless relationship.”

Silence reigned but not with tension. Because Lusher and Tatter were standing there still like the emojis, it was pretty funny. I think they both didn’t really understand the implication, but you did. “And that matters because…?” Tatter asked, shrugging.

“Let’s just say, Bada and I never resolved that. And he’s… a little jealous about that.”

“Wouldn’t this be a great time to just… talk it out?” Tatter said, not knowing the entire reason Lusher even brought it up.

You could tell Lusher hated that because her eyes widened to the point where murdering Tatter was written all over her orbs, but she quickly relaxed back to her normal expression. I, too, want to murder Tatter because this means now we have to name this random lady and give her some importance, UGH.

The lady in question, Hyemi, merely told Lusher and Tatter that she would give it a thought and call them to confirm her attendance.

When she walked away, Lusher looked at you apologetically.

Now you truly didn’t feel confident about whatever was going on. Was Bada just after another conquest? Were you just another future fling? Or… was there more?

Tatter looked at you both with confusion. “What… is going on?”

Bada’s car had a strange air to it that night, with you in the passenger seat and feeling like someone was staring dagger glares at you from the back.

The night of the party finally came and you, Lusher and Tatter all gathered in your dorm room an hour before being picked up by Bada. Just as you all chatted away, a text message popped up on Lusher’s phone. It was Hyemi confirming her assistance and asking if she could be picked up. Lusher looked so annoyed by it, and Tatter – who now knew about everything – was apologetic to you both about it. You told both of them it was alright, that there was no need to show animosity to Hyemi. But deep down inside your feelings mirrored Lusher.

Fast forward to you four meeting up outside your dorm complex waiting for Bada. The conversation and the vibes were as chill as Lusher and Tatter could make them, the tension not there yet – or at least something only you could feel. But when Bada’s car slowed down across the curb, suddenly there was some visible tension on Hyemi’s part. 

“Yo,” Lusher said, walking up to the passenger seat.

“Come on in, ladies,” Bada merely said at first, looking at the girls getting in. Until–. “Yo, puppy,” Bada started, turning to see you about to hop in. “Sit shotgun for me, will you? I need a good pair of eyes where we’re going.”

Hyemi looked at you then at Bada. “I can do it.”

Lusher was faster than lighting though, dragging you out from your position and getting in instead of you to block Hyemi’s path. “I thought we were going to Chocol’s?” Lusher asked, just to drive the conversation away from having Bada change her mind. 

You got yourself comfortable in the passenger seat, closed the door and could feel Bada’s eyes on you for a moment too long. 

“We have to pick up Minah,” Bada replied with a chuckle, pulling out her phone to text her. “You guys look good, by the way.”

“Thaaaank you,” the girls all said harmoniously, all sounding just as giddy. 

And you just quietly blushed with a big smile, unable to respond verbally.

Bada put the phone away, looking at your reaction and smiling. “Put your seatbelt on, puppy,” she said lowly, starting to take off.

The silence in the car made it so that everyone could hear that, so you slowly looked back and noticed Hyemi’s look – or what you could see in the darkness of the car. You put your seatbelt on and started to feel that tension among all of you on this silent ride. It isn’t until Lusher and Tatter start to chat it up and lighten up the mood that you felt that suffocating tension let up a little bit. You weren’t sure if Bada felt it, or if it was just you who knew all the context. The tall, elusive dancer just kept her hand on the wheel cooly and let everyone else do the talking. You wouldn’t know, you couldn’t tell.

This party was going to be quite a disaster.

Despite it being a house party, there were quite a few people attending. Yet, this felt like a private little gathering, private enough that they weren’t letting anyone in without someone who knew Chocol personally. For this, Bada personally grabbed your hand and said. “I have to vouch for you, stay with me.” While the girls all were allowed in without hesitation and with warm greetings. 

By the time Bada came up to whoever was acting as the doorman, they had eyed you and squinted. “She looks like a scared puppy.”

Again?! Damn it, you really couldn’t get that look off your face. 

Bada laughed and patted your head a little. “She does, doesn’t she? I’m taking her under my wing, this scared little puppy.”

But when Bada said it, you consistently melted without hesitation. Instinctively, you hugged her arm a bit when she said that, which made the doorman look at you with some surprise.

“So, can she come in?” Bada asked politely, but still as cool and confident as ever.

Without a word and just giving Bada a look that you couldn’t decipher (but it was definitely cheeky), they moved aside and let you and Bada into the on-going party. Good music blared from the speakers, the people were up talking, or dancing,or by the nearest table playing poker, chatting it up in a group near the couch – and god knows what else. It was a brand new world opening for you, it was overwhelming.

And yet, something about this felt somewhat familiar. Like a smaller version of the party Lusher took you at the beginning of this story.

Bada looked down at you and chuckled. “You’re gonna rip my arm off.”

It took you that comment for you to realize you’ve been clinging to her arm like crazy. Instantly, you detached yourself with a barely coherent apology. 

“No sweat, puppy,” Bada laughed, patting your shoulder and looking around. “Let me get you to Lusher and the girls before I leave you.”

You looked up at her instantly. “Leave me?”

Bada laughed a bit more and patted your head again. “Not for long, I just gotta do something.”

And you knew Bada enough to know she wasn’t going to explain, instead she locked eyes with Lusher, tilted her head up just enough in knowledgement and held your hand as she made her way through to Lusher. Once you were near Lusher, Bada bid you farewell and disappeared from your sight.

“W-where is she going?” Lusher asked you.

You could just shrug and shake your head, knowing just as much as they knew. Hyemi stayed put in her place though, even though she had followed Bada with her eyes and was laser focused on talking to her.

Still, Lusher pulled you into the conversing bunch on the couch and introduced you to them, wanting to distract you while Bada was inexplicably gone. And while it worked, every now and then you instinctively looked around for her. Until the people around the couch felt in the mood to play a little good ol’ truth or dare, then your attention was fully drawn to this fairly entertaining game. In the mixtures of truths and silly dares you found solace and laughter, even connection with these people. Your first turn was a truth and you were giving leniency, a question that was safely scandalous but not too revealing. It got people chuckling, it got you blushing, but it got you in the mood of the game.

However, at one point Bada had returned to the group without explaining herself. Cooly just grabbed a drink and a snack from the nearest table and sat between Lusher and Tatter. Without a word uttered unnecessarily besides greetings, she had joined in the game and was soon asked the imperative question. Truth or dare. Without thinking much, Bada shrugged and called for a dare. And because someone up there has a sick sense of humor…

“I dare you to go 7 minutes in heaven with someone here.” 

The Oohs and Aahs weren’t as big as you thought they would be, instead there was quite a bit of laughter. For a second you thought there was a joke you were missing, or perhaps an incident that you weren’t told about. By the way Bada laughed and rolled her eyes it was perhaps the latter. Wordlessly, Bada chugged down the rest of her bottle and without much flare placed it on the ground, right in the middle of the group. With one twist of the wrist, it spun like crazy.

And then it slowed down to a steady stop. The mouth of the bottle slowly came to a stop and your heart stopped the moment you saw it slow down on you – but not enough. It skimmed past you onto the person right next to you.

Hyemi.

The reaction was mixed, with some people laughing and others discussing whether or not that should be allowed, but nothing concrete. Tatter felt horrible and Lusher wanted to eat the bottle on your behalf.

Hyemi, on the other hand, looked anxious about it. Not quite disappointed, but not quite celebrating.

Bada had the subtlest smirk on her before she got up. “Alright, let’s go. Start the timer,” she said, simply walking away from the group and hoping Hyemi would follow suit. And Hyemi did, no words spoken on her end.

Oh, jealousy boiled madly inside of you, but you tried your best to keep in your spot and keep track of the game around you – that undoubtedly continued while Bada was in… those 7 minutes of Heaven. The laughter and chatter became background noise as the minutes went by though. You could almost hear the clock ticking away, chipping off at the time nibble by nibble. Silly dares came and went, sour and hard-hitting truths and the philosophical discussions that came after it persisted and you were just entrapped in your own circle of thoughts.

What if Hyemi decided her chemistry with Bada is better and most important? What if she opts to cheat (well, she’s not cheating yet) on the guy she likes with Bada? What if Bada finds herself more interested in Hyemi and doesn’t… look back at you?

What if Bada gets bored of this chasing around, cat and mouse thing?

You felt like you could no longer stand around and wait for answers to rain down to your lap, not like this. At that moment you stood up and excused yourself from the game, trying to be as discreet as possible as you made your way through the small group of people lounging about. Lusher was confused, Tatter was even more so, but they figured they would get the gossip later. You barely even made it outside of the living room space before you stopped in your tracks in the hallway. Hyemi and Bada were just walking out of the closet from under the stairs, turning off the light as they chatted very… amicably about something. You didn’t know what, you couldn’t hear, but you didn’t care to.

Nearly stomping your way there, you walked up to the girl’s face and you could only hear Bada briefly say. “7 minutes passed already?”

But you didn’t care, nor did you stop to think. You only said. “I need to talk to you,” to Bada, looking up at her and then pushing her back into the closet. You turned to Hyemi who looked utterly confused and apologized briefly before going into the closet and closing the door shut.

Bada was the one to turn on the light, a bulb hanging loosely from the closet’s ceiling. She was hunched over just a bit, the place a bit cramped for her height. The expressions in her face for once betrayed her coolness and showed confusion, but you had never looked more determined. Well, okay, maybe a bit like a scared puppy, but desire was written all over your face and Bada could only catch a glimpse from it before you just went for it.

Cupping her cheeks, you leaned in and pressed your lips against hers in a passionate yet pure kiss. It made Bada’s gasp get caught in her throat, her hands not sure where to go, until she eased into it. She responded smoothly, a hand placed gently on the middle of your back. Not pushing you in, but not pulling away, just letting you lead in this moment of boldness from yours. You, without realizing, pushed your body against hers and made her walk backwards against the nearest wall. With her back against the wall and with you pressed against her, her other hand caressed your arm and the other one pulled you closer in – the kiss going from a rather desperate and chaste kiss to a more passionate one that still held that restraint of a first kiss. Which was surprising coming from Bada, who seemed like the kind of woman to go full speed ahead even in a kiss. But no, she was slow, touching you in the most gentle way, like you were the petal of a rose that she was trying to preserve for as long as she could. 

As much as you didn’t want the kiss to end, you had to pull away to breathe. It was like the kiss had knocked the winds out of you, like you weren’t prepared for this, so when you pulled away you realized just how much you went in unprepared. Your labored breath in no way matched Bada’s; you looked so much more worked up about it that you could only hope Bada didn’t notice. But why were you playing all cool? You were blushing hard, still pressed against her, you had pushed her in here to kiss her; you didn’t have to pretend to be so cool.

But Bada… seemed to find it quite cool, smirking. “I’ll be damned.”

You gulped, looking at her and taking in the way she looked at you. Her eyes were fixed on yours and had a vague look of surprise that you hadn’t seen on her. Her cheeks slightly flushed, her lips so thick and delightful. Something about the way she looked at you had you bewitched, shaken down to your core. You pulled away further, clearing your throat as if to recompose yourself, and then noticed a little tell-tale bulge from Bada.

Oh my, you couldn’t stop staring. A dormant beast that was only half awake and it already seemed to be quite the… endowment. You felt that exquisite, fuzzy pressure in the pit of your gut and it excited you. God, you couldn’t stop staring at it and that amused Bada quite a bit.

“Never seen one?” She cheekily commented, getting your attention.

You looked up at her, probably confused or–.

Then someone knocked on the door. “Yo, Bada? We gotta go.”

You had instinctively looked at the door, then at Bada. It dawned on you that this might have not been the best moment. With a small smile (was… that annoyance in her eyes? a twitch in her lips betrayed her composure but you didn’t know if you were imagining it), she patted your head and walked away from the situation, hiding her hardness as she did – like it was nothing. And just like that, she was out of your grasp.

And while some self-doubt plagued you, there was something there. A sliver of hope that Bada might actually like you. When you walked out, Hyemi looked at you with slight dejection but overall with some respect. Whatever she was thinking about she did not tell you, but frankly it wasn’t your business either. You both just silently walked back to the group who saw the absence of Bada and figured not to bring it up. Lusher was confused as Tatter was, but ultimately they did not bring it up either.

The rest of the night was enjoyable, even if it went by in a flash. A hazy flash that you remembered bits and pieces of, namely the craziest confessions in truth or dare, the tensest games of poker and the silliest dances ever seen on the dancefloor. All in all a pretty fun spectacle that seldom had Bada as a witness, seeing as she had only returned at one point towards the end of the evening party to catch up and drive all of you back home.

The ride back was quiet, like everyone had partied out their energy and didn’t feel like even chatting about it. In the passenger seat was Hyemi, Bada was the one driving and Lusher, Tatter and you were all decompressed and nearly limp in the backseats. At one point Lusher was even heard snoring, which seemed to bring a smile to Bada’s lips. Tatter quietly slept and you pretended to sleep, wrapping your head around what happened. Quietly untangling the complicated feelings you had and trying to figure out how to… well, get some alone time with Bada to talk to her about whatever the hell happened there.

But you suddenly heard a quiet voice break the silence.

“So, what are you doing after you drop us off?” It was Hyemi, careful not to disturb the sleep of those next to you, perhaps thinking you were asleep too. You carefully listened while pretending to be asleep as well.

Bada shrugged at the question. “Get back home, maybe.”

There was a small beat of silence, then Hyemi boldly spoke. “Do you… wanna come over to my house then?”

Your heart sank and you didn’t know how you managed to stay quiet.

Bada responded with silence, eyes forward on the road.

“Bada?”

“I’ll think about it,” Bada said firmly, bringing a full stop to the conversation that Hyemi wanted to continue, but she listened to that implicit command from Bada and kept quiet.

First one dropped off was Tatter, the second and third were you and Lusher. You were nearly carrying Lusher at this point, who was way beat and too sleepy to coherently stand on her own. So, Bada hopped off the car to help you carry Lusher. On the way to your dorm room, you both kept quiet – foolishly perhaps, or maybe you both didn’t want to bring anything up with a half-asleep Lusher. Either way, Bada dropped you both to your dorm. Curiously, she looked around after placing Lusher on her bed, smiling at the homely feeling but not telling you a thing. Instead, you both looked at each other, like you both wanted to say far more than you both let on.

But you both bid your goodbyes and the opportunity slipped past your fingers. It drove you crazy looking at her walk away, knowing that she’s going to be with Hyemi for god knows how long. Knowing the history between her and Hyemi…

You could only catastrophize, unwillingly imagine how it was going between them as you stared at the ceiling. Lusher soundly asleep, almost snoring, and you only hoping you could be wrapped around with the warmth of deep slumber.

Until an hour later, you received a text you never thought you’d receive.

[luigilore]

omg hi!! i'm gymrat!lu anon! i was scrolling through ur blog (ur my fav hehe) and had no idea this concept would be loved so much but it is literally the dearest thing to me :) gymrat!lu would literally be nothing like all the gym bro stereotypes, he genuinely is the kindest man and cares for you so incredibly much. he would def get along with everyone there and be soso helpful to anyone who needed it and there would be so many times where you two would be doing your respective sets and he gets whisked away by the little group of high school kids that steal him from you every chance he gets (real thing i've seen at my gym with my gym crush LOL). they always are trying to show him their progress and have him judge who has the best form when weight lifting and stuff like that - just trying to be exactly like him, which makes him happy to be a role model there. lu would never admit it but you seriously think he has more fun goofing off with them rather than actually getting a workout in. one of the kids then points out, "hey guys, we should probably leave him alone, he's here with his girlfriend" they all look at eachother and contemplate amongst themselves. "bye luigi! bye luigi's girlfriend!" they say walking off. "bye guys, see you next time." he smiles before coming back to you. "mr popular here is too busy for me." you tease him. "never too busy for m'lady." he cuts you off with a tender kiss. you two have dedicated days to work each muscle group, and some days they'll cross over. luigi LOVES your glute days because you walk around in the tiniest little shorts ever. he always grabs a handful when he's walking past you and nobody's looking. you've slapped his hand away more times than you can count. you LOVE co-ordinating your outfits with him. always picking up like matching color shorts and stuff. lu would give you some bs about the importance of resourcefulness but would wear absolutely everything you gave him. he loves spotting your sets, even when you don't need them, and he gets super touchy. always does progress checks at the end in the changing room and will hit a sneaky lat spread because he KNOWS it turns you on. always zooming home for shower sex because he KNOWS ur loud and wants to take his time taking you apart. "that gym soreness is about to be nothing compared to what im about to give you baby." he whispers in your ear and you have to physically stop urself from ripping his pants off right then and there.

omg stop tysm ily 🥺<333 and HELLOOO what a treat like thank you reading this like the morning paper

okay im literally annotating ur ask don't mind me

ur so right lu would not be like them at all and would actually be super annoyed by the stereotypical gym bro... narrows his eyes a bit as he watches a guy flex for a mirror selfie blocking the spot near the rack of weights

stop the highschoolers think he's super cool (they're correct, u agree) he would love feeling like he's able to mentor them and give them advice

one of them tells lu they decided they want to do engineering after talking w him and he's like 🥹 the rest of the day

one time u come there alone when lu has to work late and they recognize you and come up to you shyly like "hi luigi's girlfriend where's luigi?"

omg him having like a super detailed schedule, set list that he gets u on or if u tell him u want to train a certain part of ur body he'll make a list of exercises u should try

ugh u have certain pairs of shorts that u wear that really have him a bit distracted! and really will shamelessly grab ur ass standing directly behind u thinking he's subtle

also reverse card u love when he wears HIS tiny shorts like his thighs... omfg

and u love color coordinating like it's so important to you, u buy him a pretty blue color of shorts and he's like "wait i already have one (lol) pair in this style"

and you'd be like "okay so you did tell me you got those for christmas when you were 17!"

okay just gonna say it the gym would make him so horny just the adrenaline... you... esp after like a really long set he's like one track minded trying to get u guys home

speeding home for your routine of shower sex and smoothies <3

like actually tapping the steering wheel impatiently when ur stuck in traffic and ur like damn be calm... but also same

like im gonna combust thinking about it

loves praising your body, running his hands all over it

if ur like "luuuu im all sweaty and gross rn" and he looks at u like ur crazy like there could never be such a thing

the shower sex would be so fucking good

"that gym soreness is about to be nothing compared to what im about to give you baby." STOPPPPPPPP

like massaging ur thigh or whatever is sore rn while he's fucking u too like yeah he's actually incredibly considerate

you love gripping his biceps, running your hands over his muscles when you're having sex too...

will run you a bath later that night or the next day when the gym + sex soreness catches up to you

and then he cooks a healthy little veggie dinner for u guys ughhhhhhhhhhhhh i want

okay sorry that was a bit insane of me but thank you for feeding us 💘

[oddly-casual]

A thought I have pretty often but don’t have the brain to properly express is the fact that between the Girlymatsu’s and the regular matsu’s the only one who doesn’t share her signature color with her counter part is Osoko.

Like obviously it’s in the back of her intro card, and it’s Osoko so we know red is supposed to be her color.

She wears red in all the added merch and bonus content too. Off the top of my head there’s the Jyushimatsu dolphin episode, Tabimatsu, and hesokuri wars. All of which she wears red unless it’s a special set or she changes back into her work uniform.

It could really be nothing, but it always kind of threw me off. All the other girls get their signature color, why not Osoko?

Even if it’s in a subtle way they could’ve done it. Like with the pine pattern on ichiko’s dress or Jyshiko’s bright blonde hair and colored contacts.

Osoko’s makeup is more pink than it is red. So where’d her red go? I had a few thoughts on this so I’m gonna spit some shit.

1. Shes trying to blend in

In the episode she’s introduced in, she gives this big talk about how woman are supposed to be. Being independent, knowing when not to let other men pay for you, being young and approachable. She says all this but so easily snaps the next second. My only guess for why she snaps so quick is because she does that with friends.

With her friends Osoko has no problems being angry, making faces, yelling at them, etc. We don’t know how she is outside of her friend group, but from the way she describes herself it doesn’t seem like she acts the same around everyone.

Osoko is a working woman, she has to be all those things to survive the work place. Bold, but not too bold. Red is a very bold color.

Red lipstick is mature, but it also might hint at promiscuity for some older folk and people who like to talk shit. Meanwhile pink is a more cuter and toned down version of red, that’s why Osoko wears it as makeup instead. She wants to come off as light and fun and cute when that’s not who she really is.

2. She wants to seem younger

It’s brought up a couple times and the show kind of hints at it, but Osoko and Karako are supposed to be the older so believe.

They dress more mature and scold the others for being immature, and the comment jyushiko makes about them being old and unable to have children looks like it seriously pisses them off.

Osoko talks about youth a lot in her first episode, especially about how it makes her seem cuter. You’d think it would be a Todoko thing, but Osoko mentions it more than once when she talks. Meaning being cute and young (compared to her older male coworkers) instead of being headstrong or beautiful, is important to her.

Karako wears red heals and red lipstick but I think that’s just her style. She is bold, her personality is loud and just like how Karamatsu likes wearing shades and leather jackets to seem like a cool guy, Karako probably wears red to show maturity and maybe even a bit of sensuality.

Meanwhile Osoko, who doesn’t like the fact that she’s getting older, wears a more youthful color. Being pink. Even putting it on her cheeks to add to the youthful look.

3. Identity crisis

Pretty much everyone knows about Osomatsu’s identity issues. He very obviously has no personality of his own and it shows- mainly in the fact that while everyone has their own casual outfits that show off their identity, Osomatsu still wears the family symbol on his plain red hoodie.

I don’t think the girlymatsu’s are supposed to be sisters, they call each other friends and have never been mentioned to be related. They are all very visually distinct from each other, and their personalities are on full display all the time in just how they dress.

There would be no need for the girlymatsu’s to wear distinct colors because there would be no need to differentiate them from each other.

The show does it anyway, obviously, because fuck it why not it’s cute- but again, Osoko doesn’t.

It could be because, like Osomatsu, Osoko has no idea who she truly is. She pours herself into this older sister persona to lure men in (her words), but she’s loud and crude and judgmental when separated from that.

Just like how Osomatsu makes his family his identity, I think Osoko makes work her identity. She wears her work clothes out and about, even when she’s on vacation. In season 2 when she dresses out of her wet suit she’s in her uniform again- and we know nothing about her personal life, not even in the small tidbits we get from the other characters.

I truly think identity issues is something every version of Osomatsu is faced with. Even if it’s not that, idk I just think it’s interesting. If you made it this far, kiss kiss.

Live laugh love Osoko.