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lovieku · 2 months ago
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DECEMBER ⋆ 정국
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being with jeongguk is a gift in itself. this christmas, you’ll show him your gratitude. do whatever is on his list.
⋆⁺₊❅. 3/6 from christmas & chill
pairing dilf!jk x gf!reader
genre smut, fluff, established relationship
warnings jk 31 | oc 22, exhibitionism, public sex kinda, breeding kink, mirror sex, oral (f receiving), condomless p in v sex, oc is on birth control but she won’t be anymore after this, these tags back to back are making me lose it, yeah they’re pretty horny if you couldn’t tell
word count 5.7k
author's note oki this is literally porn with plot but what do you expect me to do with dilf jk in my hands
banner by the perfect @awrkive ⊹₊⟡⋆
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“What’s on your Christmas wishlist, doll?”
“I want… I think I want a baby. And then—”
Jeongguk snorts in that way he does when he wants you to think he’s unimpressed, but really he’s just trying to think of something to shut you up, wheels turning in his head, scrambling before your teasing has an unwanted effect that might undo him.
On his couch, he pulls you closer to him as you giggle in his neck, your figure curled up in his embrace, and he caresses the side of your thigh in an impossibly gentle pattern. He’s heat incarnate, a living furnace outdoing even the fireplace softly cracking and reflecting its warmth on your faces in the dimly lit room.
His hand squeezes once, twice, then he finds you ear with his mouth, “Don’t say that.”
You pull back just enough to look at him with the biggest grin, “What’s on your list then, huh?”
Your boyfriend pretends to think it over with unusual indecision, tilting his head up to the ceiling dramatically and leaving his collar bones exposed, giving you the opportunity to further bury yourself in his warmth. Peppering small pecks onto his neck, you sigh into the comfort.
“Since we’re going in that direction,” his low tone scratches his throat and vibrates against your lips, pooling like heat where it always does when he’s this close. He pulls you impossibly tighter to his chest, mouth back to your ear just to whisper with that teasing lilt of his, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you in a public space. With people outside, you know.”
Even with your heart skipping and rolling down the tallest hill, landing right in your lower belly, you hum, feigning nonchalance, though your sarcastic nod doesn’t fool either of you. He looks down at you with a wicked smirk, one point ahead after rendering you speechless. You still try, “Yeah?”
Jeongguk doesn’t miss the chance and strikes gold, “Mhm. And I also want to give you my babies.”
“Shut the fuck up, Jeon. I’m serious.”
The older man’s laughter rings out, light and boyish in a way that doesn’t match the words he let out, nor the feel of his rough hands roaming your body. Even more when his unrelenting fingers find their way to your sides. They press in gently at first, testing. But then he really starts to tickle.
You flinch, stubbornly clamping your lips into a tight line, muscles tensing as you fight the inevitable. You think you’re determined enough not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you break, but when he moves toward your armpits, it’s over.
Your eyes squeeze shut, shoulders twitching, but it’s your mouth that betrays you first. A sharp snort escapes you and is only joined by more and more breathy giggles, air knocked out of you, “Jeongguk, no!”
His grin widens at your plea, voice mockingly stern but tone playful and sweet, “Why are you being such a brat to your old man, huh? So disrespectful.”
You shriek, squeal, the sound dissolving into waves of laughter that shake your entire body, now sprawled on the sofa and desperately trying to run away from his touch. You almost make it. Almost. But Jeongguk is faster, pinning you on the couch and tightening his hold, knees digging on either side of your hips.
The air wheezes out of you when his lips join the tickling on your neck, nipping and kissing between your gasping laughter, his own still lingering like it’s contagious. Your body twists instinctively, “Stop!”
He moves up, nose brushing against yours as he lets his voice drop even lower in a warning, “You know what to say.”
It wasn’t fair. You know what he wants to hear, but your pride digs its heels in, even as you pant for room to breathe. You struggle under him, half-heartedly trying to push his hands away, but when his hands find the sensitive spot behind your knees you just can’t help the way it spills out of you in a panicked laugh, “Sorry, sorry, sorry!”
Jeongguk finally relents, hands falling away as he collapses beside you, joining your breathless amusement. That little chant is the unspoken rule between you two, the one surefire way to end his tickle wars.
The room is silent for the small moment it takes you to even your pumping heart and slowly level your panting. Jeongguk cuddles to your side, body molding effortlessly against yours, and as his arm tightens around your waist, you speak against the space of his chest he’s pressing you into, “I could make both happen for you.”
There’s no drop of subject on your part, your words resounding in the quiet made of your moderating breaths.
Jeongguk snorts again, shuffling down and muffling his low hum in your neck. It’s his way of playing coy and pretending not to take you seriously, but you can feel his grip getting rougher.
Only when you swat him does he shift to look up at you, chin resting lazily between your breasts and lashes fluttering in exaggerated innocence, just like his words, “And how would you do that?”
“Yoongi’s Christmas party next week.”
Jeongguk’s brow quirks upward, “You want me to fuck you with all my friends outside? Didn’t you say you were scared of meeting them?”
It’s your turn to stifle a laugh, lips twitching as you turn your head away in sudden embarrassment. He leaves featherlight pecks along your jaw to quieten his own chuckles, but it only coaxes a smile out of you. You return to him with a soft expression playing on your flushed face, long dimples carving your cheeks, “I did, yes. But it’s only because I want their approval.”
Jeongguk stills for just a second as he studies you. The moment he spots the faintest flicker of genuine worry in the subtle twitch of your brows, his teasing front is thrown completely out of the window.
“Oh, my baby,” he cups your face with both hands, cradling you like his most precious possession, meeting your widening eyes when he tilts your chin. “They’ll love you, okay? It’s about time they meet the reason I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever felt in years.”
The blush creeping up your neck is inevitable, especially when his hand drifts downward, fingers resting lightly on your stomach and moving in soothing circles. A gesture so small yet telling, of how attuned he is to your every shift and need, even the ones you don’t voice.
It’s been almost a year since you and Jeongguk made things official, and the journey has been marked by slow, steady steps. No rush, no racing. Time has felt pliant, stretching out to meet you both at a pace that felt unforced. It gives you room to grow and deepen the bond that only the two of you share, unburdened by the weight of outside pressure.
Both of you have been careful, almost cautious about walking longer distances. Not out of doubt, but out of respect for what you’re building together. It’s not hesitation, it’s intention.
You fucking love this man, more fully than you even thought possible. And you’re more than sure that he’s the one, making all the waiting and searching worth it.
You’ve grown just enough to understand not everyone will accept your dynamic as easily as you’ve come to. You wanted it to feel true — to be true — between the two of you before inviting the outside world into it.
Jeongguk is 31. Successful, experienced, and carrying the scars of a rough divorce. You’re 22, still a student, scraping together what you can to get through each month, too focused on textbooks and exams to know anything about adulthood yet.
By all accounts, your paths should never have crossed in any meaningful way. Yet, they did. You found each other, and you blossomed to love one another. What seemed complicated came down to a feeling so intricate and achingly simple.
There’s no denying love. There’s no grand, pragmatic solution for it. You can’t push it aside just because it doesn’t fit into neat societal boxes. And you can’t push him away.
Still, you’re not blind to how others might see it. Outsiders, with judgments and assumptions, could scoff and accuse you of chasing wealth, or sneer at him and reduce his intentions to shallow desires for a younger distraction.
Those tired, clichéd narratives miss the way your brain quietens when he’s near, his laughter filling gaps in your life you didn’t know were empty. They couldn’t be further from the truth, from what truly binds you together. Love.
And, well, sex. The sex is fucking great. Makes you wonder how you ever lived without it before him.
“The horniest, too,” you quip, deflecting from the fleeting vulnerability with a playful smirk that has Jeongguk groaning, rolling his eyes the same way he’s shifting beneath you to effortlessly maneuver you until you’re lying on top of him.
Jeongguk tilts his head back, dark eyes narrowing in mock challenge as he jumps between your face and the smirk that refuses to fade. His own grin is barely concealed, and his voice drops to a familiar low timbre, “Don’t try anything funny, doll.”
“I’m just saying… I’ll do whatever is on your list.”
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Spending your first Christmas wrapped in the warmth of your boyfriend’s presence leaves no room for anything but a jaw-breaking smile that swells your heart. The kind that doesn’t fade, no matter how much your cheeks ache, and twingles with the soft glow of the lights strung around the room. Especially when you get to discover a new side of Jeongguk, one that blooms brighter the more he’s surrounded by his closest friends.
You can see the love in the crinkle of his eyes when he laughs and lets it resound freely, how he eats comfortably without any of the reserved mannerism he sometimes carries in public, the way he tosses out teasing remarks and takes them just as easily. It all makes you feel less nervous, and it soothes the anxiety you’d been carrying.
Still, you stick to his side, either with your leg brushing against his under the table or your fingers intertwining in a touch that seeks for comfort. Though with the hours stretching, you find there’s no real reason to feel intimidated.
Everyone welcomes you like you’ve always been part of Jeongguk, and they were just waiting for you to step into the missing space beside him. It’s in the easy smiles they offer, the warmth in their laughter as they include you in their conversations without hesitation. You settle in that place with sheepish smiles, a soft voice chiming in here and there, and the quiet admiration that fills you each time your gaze follows Jeongguk’s every movement is enough for his friends to see he’s in good hands.
But you can’t ignore the thought that keeps making your head spin every time Jeongguk casually rests a hand on your exposed thigh, fingers digging into the skin like a slow burn.
You might blame it on the baby fever that’s been clinging to you since earlier, making you warm and sugary with emotions, when you witnessed him distracting Yoongi’s daughter from a tantrum while having her sit on his lap, a gentle hand on her back. Which has to be chalked up to your ovulation phase.
Or maybe you can just blame it entirely on him and the sultry voice he used to confess the dirtiest wish on his list nights ago.
After he did, you’ve hinted at it an unhealthy amount of times, more than you’d care to admit, and it always ended the same way. You, folded in half on his bed, strong arms gripping your hips as he rutted into you with an urgency that bordered on desperation and that had you both unraveling with pleasured wails.
It’s become your own desire more than his at this point. An all-consuming thought that refuses to be brushed aside, especially today, on this occasion. The perfect occasion to make it happen. Fuck, get a grip.
The command feels laughably weak in the face of temptation. How could you resist when Jeongguk looks like he does? He’s draped in a warm, Christmas-red sweater that’s practically begging you to be peeled off, its sleeves rolled just enough to reveal glimpses of the tattoos that snake up his forearm, and enough for your thighs to press together. His hair is freshly cut and styled. And on top of everything, he smells deliciously. His scent is just the perfect, intoxicating, masculine mix of aftershave and cologne.
But you think your breaking point is feeling him sneakily leaning closer when he thinks no one is looking, the brush of his breath near your neck, his nose ghosting over your skin as though probing your resolve. And you’re definitely failing the test.
The scrape of your chair against the floor as you stand abruptly startles not only Jeongguk but everyone at the table. Gulping, you stumble on your speech as you ask for directions to the bathroom and the words coming from Yoongi’s mouth barely register in your mind, body moving on autopilot, turning sharply toward the hallway in hopes that your subconscious will guide you the rest of the way.
You miss Jeongguk’s head tilting in adorable confusion, that signature gesture of concern pairing with knitted brows as he watches you disappear. When he glances back at his friends, they just shrug and resume their conversation.
The moment you lock the door behind you with the sound of the latch clicking into place, your back meets the wood with a forceful push, a little too rough, but entirely necessary. You’re desperately trying to knock some needed sense into yourself, and you follow with deep, measured breaths.
To no avail. The persistent buzz low in your belly hums louder, the embarrassingly quick slick heat pooling between your thighs becoming almost unbearable, especially with the thin lace of your panties doing little to ease your discomfort. You had put them on at the prospect of what would follow the dinner. What you’d hoped to save for the privacy of your home, not here.
Not here.
Stepping toward the sink, you grip its cool porcelain edges as though it could pull your composure together. Lifting your eyes to the mirror, you’re met with your own reflection. Wide-eyed, cheeks flushed, lips parted. A look you know all too well.
You reach up to fix your perfectly styled hair, smoothing it down in a feigned attempt to focus on something else that is not this. But the more you try, the more you stare back at your delirious state, the more you question if feeling such an attraction is even sane, healthy.
You can perfectly picture Jeongguk standing behind you, body pressing against yours, hands gliding over your hips, lips finding that sensitive spot just below your ear. Jeongguk would take care of what he’s unconsciously caused, wouldn’t he? He’d work to tick that one wish off his list.
The thought alone has your nails scraping against the cold surface of the counter, and your eyes squeezing shut. It frustrates you to inhumane levels, how easily he reduces you to this pubescent state, as if you’ve never known control.
What makes you release a breathy scoff in the small space is the knowledge that he hasn’t even touched you tonight.
When you feel your phone ping in your purse, you‘re startled out of the dangerous spiral that had nearly pulled your hand beneath the hem of your dress. Your gaze flickers to the mirror, where the vivid reflection of Jeongguk had started to feel too real.
Your fingers clumsily dig past lipstick tubes and stray receipts until they close around the device. The screen lights up with his name, paired with that little bear emoji he insisted on adding beside it.
JJ🧸🎀: Everything ok?
You only hesitate for a moment, fingers hovering over the keyboard. But your thumbs move before your brain can stop them.
You: can u come help me plz
The knock at the door comes almost instantly, unexpected enough to make you stumble before you reach out to twist the handle, pulling the door only as to reveal your figure in the narrow frame.
He nods your chin at you with curious concern, “Let me in?”
Looking up at him with wide, uncertain eyes through long lashes and under drawn up eyebrows, you swear you catch the faintest flicker of something primal in his own.
You step back to let him enter, the small space feeling even smaller with his gaze never once leaving you, tracking your every movement like you’re the only thing in the world worth looking at.
The soft click of the door locking behind him is all it takes for his warm palms to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks, “Sweetheart, what happened?”
You only shake your head, and his hands slip from their hold on you as your back meets the cool edge of the sink counter behind you. The plush curve of your ass squishes with the pressure, and he briefly darts downward to take in the soft fabric of your dress clinging to your frame before snapping up to meet you again.
“Talk to me,” he urges, almost pleading.
Looking down, you just now notice how your shoe has loosened around your calf, and alternating between his brows dipping low over widened pupils and your heels, you seem to not even be able to control the way your foot trails up your leg in a feigned sheepish demeanor, your cheek resting on your shoulder.
You try to fight the smile by biting on your lower lip, and in the softest voice you surrender to your stubborn, persistent need with a flimsy excuse, “Clasp on this heel is so thin… I can’t close it.”
Jeongguk’s every sense is alert. His eyes follow your line of sight with urgence, ready to cater to your every request, do all it takes to make sure you’re safe, hands twitching at his sides the more his protective instinct kicks in.
But it doesn’t take much longer to detect the real intentions behind your creased forehead in pretend worry, breath catching in your throat the moment you spot the shift in his eyes. Now hooded, heavy.
He looks back up at you just to seek confirmation of your plan all along, and lets an exasperated chuckle escape him when you can only pout enough to make your impatience clear.
Jeongguk hums, taking one step closer until the counter edge digs behind your thighs, your figure almost sitting up on the surface, “Does my girl need help, hm? Is that so?”
It’s useless wasting more time. It’s useless trying to avoid it and pretend this exact moment isn’t what has been dominating your mind the whole day, both too proud to voice it but too naughty to actually suppress it.
So Jeongguk slowly gets down, never once looking away from your expectant eyes, not missing the way your chest gasps. You nod just as sluggish, mouth left slightly agape, too entranced by the look on your boyfriend’s face and his hand settling on your ankle to gently lift your foot and rest it on his propped-up knee.
When he patiently works on the struggle ahead with the tips of his careful fingers delicately brushing against your skin, it’s nearly torture trying to remain composed.
Now done with the pathetic excuse, your shoe properly set in place, Jeongguk is only getting started with the real reason he’s kneeling before you.
Jeongguk doesn’t rise right away. Instead, taking his pointer finger, he traces a teasing line up your calf that causes immediate goosebumps to prickle your skin, betraying just how deeply his actions affect you. He follows the trail up, and up, until reaching the side of your thigh. That’s when he stutters.
With your leg up, the skirt of your mini dress has ridden dangerously high and as a result it does very little to hide what’s underneath it, especially when the lacy panties you chose to wear are barely even doing their original job at covering you.
Chuckling lowly, his jaw clenches, “Baby.”
His vibrating tone runs as a pleasing buzz along your spine, and it has you straightening your posture the more you feel yourself slip under his control. You tilt your head, suddenly not so confident anymore in the game you started.
He slowly blinks up at you, sliced eyes matching perfectly with the wicked smirk on his lips, and the look he reserves you with is intense with something that doesn’t allow to go back, “What is this, huh? Did you plan it?”
You can only shake your head, afraid that if you speak you’re going to give you two away without even starting anything.
And he’s making it extra hard, especially when his digit travels up to your inner thigh, gaze never leaving yours, “Do you always go around with these kinds of panties on, doll?”
Guilty. Of course you don’t. Whole night has been sticky and uncomfortable. So yeah, this was indeed a plan. But now that it succeeded, you’re suddenly not sure how to act upon your own needs, intimidated by the man at your feet. You move your face side to side, faster this time.
Jeongguk gently lets his head fall to the right, his curls jumping with the movement, and he sounds softer than the way his hand is already pushing your leg to the side, “What do you want me to do, hm?”
It’s impossible to keep the moan you were forcing down your throat with his firm touch on your burning skin. It gets a chuckle out of him, and the subtle tinge of degradation has you pushing yourself further into his face, mere centimetres apart from your embarrassingly wet core.
He seems totally unfazed by your desperation, keeping his eyes trained on your face no matter how great the temptation to just dive into you already is. Jeongguk can smell you, and he could just lean forward a bit more to have the tip of his nose brush against your clit. But he resists.
He nods his chin up to you, his breath fanning over your clothed pussy, and he keeps the challenge up, ignoring the way your eyebrows draw up and paint you in deliriousness, “Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
Even in your haze, you’re mindful to keep your tone down, and the otherwise loud whine escapes you in the form of a whimper, your tummy going up and down with your panting and your thighs unconsciously parting in an attempt to have him pay attention to what clearly doesn’t need to be explained.
Jeongguk doesn’t want to act upon clues, though. You put both of you in this situation, and now he simply wants to know why.
Gulping at his intense gaze not once leaving your shaking and blown out pupils, you whisper a strained plea, “I want you to touch me. Been thinking about this all night.”
His condescending smile is accompanied by a long, belittling hum, his eyes finally dropping low to inspect the wet patch expanding from your clenching hole. From where it had flattened around your knee, Jeongguk lets his palm travel under your dress and across your lower tummy, caressing it while subtly letting his thumb brush past the hem of your panties.
You jut your hips forward, feverish with the minimum stimulation of his breath against your sex, but you’ll learn the hard way to not be so impatient, your boyfriend’s hand pressing against your stomach to push you back down on the counter.
The pressure feels nice, and he knows it. There’s no uncalculated action in the way he touches you; he’s memorised what your every sound of pleasure corresponds to. Nonetheless, he keeps taunting you.
Keeping his hand cupping the skin around your navel, he uses his other calloused one to spread your legs open and allow himself to have you. Or at least you think so, before he uses his lips to further tease you, his tongue skimming the wet spots on the inside of your thighs without never even brushing the pulse and center of all your needs.
Before you can protest and fully push yourself on him, he looks up at you with a warning ready on his lips, “Be fucking quiet, doll, I swear.”
And it’s like he does it on purpose, because he willingly doesn’t give you any time to prepare and just latches at your wetness through the slicked material, making it hard to stifle the first moan threatening to topple out of you.
The pace he picks up is torturous, and his saliva blending with your own wetness causes your panties to stick uncomfortably in between your puffy lips. You huff, protest ready on your tongue, but Jeongguk precedes you and pulls the piece to the side, not once detaching from your weeping cunt, the sudden coldness of the room that hits your exposed folds immediately being replaced with his warm desire.
He doesn’t have time to scold you for your behaviour, but oh, he will. The way you’re clutching tightly on his hair and rutting into his lapping tongue, struggling to keep your noises down; how you impatiently rush him to get you to that high you desperately seek. You were never granted permission.
So, he allows himself to be just a bit mean to you, his licking along your slit slow and fleeting, almost imperceptible, his grip poking harsh cavities in your skin that will leave marks. Not that you mind.
When he growls lowly against you with his nose brushing your most sensitive spot, it’s your clue to push the testing-his-patience to the side and maybe act less like a brat. There’s no time, and you really want — need — whatever he’s willing to give you.
With a hand curling around the edge of the counter, you use the other to stifle your moans, and his approving nod vibrates with a hum and pulses with your clenching hole. He starts to lap at your core now, engulfing your lips and nuzzling himself closer to your entrance.
“You’re so bad,” it comes out slurred and muffled, but the humiliation settles in you with a pleasing buzz that has your hips stuttering when he nudges your center with the tip of his tongue. The sound you let out in response is close to a cry that you quickly swallow, fighting hard to be obedient and keep down, even more when he continues with his belittling comments against your throbbing walls, “First on the naughty list this year, huh.”
As much as the both of you love the chase, Jeongguk knows he has to get you close to a breaking point if he doesn’t want the others to suspect your absence. That’s why he moves his warm muscles up to your clit and lets his two digits join the stimulation, only causing more slickness to smear a mess between your legs.
Your body involuntarily runs after the cruel curling of his fingers, forcing their space inside your mushy walls, warm and clutching around him the more his tongue picks up its pace. You can feel him panting against you, and his laboured breaths only work to bring you to the ecstasy you’ve been daydreaming about for days now.
He does exactly what it takes last to undo you, speaking between trails of your stickiness and efforts to slurp every single drop of it you offer him, “C’mon, pretty. Cum before the others find you like this.”
You choke on a gasped moan, your body convulsing with the incessant provocation and the attempt at keeping louder sounds stifled behind strained whines. Jeongguk gulps down your essence, lapping at every corner of your core to make sure he doesn’t miss none of the reason you’re shaking for.
Only when you unconsciously try to avoid his grip on you does he detach from you, letting his devilish gaze drag up, slowly along with his body. Before he gives the two of you any possibility of speaking, he crashes onto you, mouth chasing yours in a kiss that has you tasting your own self mixed with him.
He pants, moving with a smirk on his glossy, puffy lips, “Satisfied?”
The breathy giggle fanning against him lets him know that you are far from that, “Didn’t you say something about fucking me? You seem hard.”
“God, I can never make that pretty mouth of yours shut up, huh. You want my cock? That what you badly want?”
It was never this easy to get Jeongguk to give in so quickly to your bed requests. Usually, it was a game of hunting, of resistance, of testing the other’s resolve to see who would break first. But now, it’s different, and there’s no hesitation in the way he tugs at his pants, breath ragged and his focus entirely on you.
The moment his length is freed, already hard from eating you out and throbbing with need, he doesn’t wait for permission—he never has to with you. You realize how completely your moans and whimpers have filled the air and how incapable you are at quietness.
How can you be when the sound of him slapping his thick shaft against your lower stomach sends a new jolt of arousal coursing through your body?
“Lay back,” Jeongguk rasps, nudging you with his hips, and you obey without question, your palms supporting your weight on the counter.
He lets his tip drag over your slick folds before pushing his whole cock in, the suddenty of the action meeting your anticipation with a gasp leaving both your mouths.
Jeongguk only forces himself deeper, quickly adjusting to a preferred pace once he checks that you’re okay with a small nod. Because he knows it’ll be hard to slow down once you give him the go ahead.
He’s never been this embarrassingly close from simple teasing and foreplay, but his thrusts become stammered almost too early, and he thinks it has everything to do with you granting his only wish on his Christmas list and being so eager to tick it off for him.
He wants to do it for you, too, “Fuck, baby. I’ll cum inside you, hm? Keep all my mess stuffed in your tight hole. Make your wish come true.”
The implications behind his slurred speech have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, mouth hanging open to release your every breathy whimper. Jeongguk knows you’re on the pill, and for this exact reason it’s not the first time he finishes in you.
Yet, the shift in his tone and the reasons he decided to speak that last sentence cause you to throb uncontrollably in overstimulation around his thick length, making it a struggle for him to slide easily into you.
Making your wish come true, the one you jokingly whispered to him on your couch a week ago, means one thing. The knowledge of Jeongguk wanting to fill you with his babies moves something so deeply instilled within you that you can’t help the wail escaping you, immediately burying your face in the curve of his broad shoulder and biting at the skin.
He has to fight just as hard when he feels your pussy contract, knows you’re getting closer again, feels himself dangerously near to breaking as well, mouth parted and brows knitted, delirium washing over his face.
Lifting his gaze up from your enthralling orbs, he catches sight of your tangled bodies in the mirror behind you and groans, clutching your hips tighter to angle himself just enough to perfectly witness himself sinking in you at a relentless speed in the reflection.
“Oh doll, fuck,” his expression is hard and focused, the way his jaw ticks only adding to the feverish look, and his voice is rough from the whispering, “Look behind. Look at us in the mirror, how well you’re taking me.”
You manage to weakly turn your head enough to witness your naked bodies blending together at your centers, his muscled hands tightly clutching at you and digging marks that will leave their signs for a while.
Weakly, your head falls back and you let a particularly loud whimper flow freely out of you. Jeongguk would be a hypocrite if he were to shut you up, because his own grunts resonate against the empty walls the more he buries his greedy length in you.
He hopes the music he convinced the others to put on before leaving the room to check on you in the bathroom is enough to pad the inglorious sounds of skin meeting and breaths shortening.
The noises seem to suddenly alarm you to the point of cradling the side of his face with your soft palm and moving him to you, just to catch his mouth with yours in a kiss that’s all teeth and spit, that vibrates with the moans you struggle to swallow.
His pounding stutters the more he fucks into you, and he manages a few flicks at your clit before thrusting hard and steady, once, twice, three times, emptying himself in you. The warm feeling of his white semen filling you to the brim comes with a new emotion tonight, and you pulse around him in your second climax.
There’s no time to recover from the high when his whispered plea meets your ear, “Baby. Need to fuck you again.”
You pant, thoughts confused, speech slurred, “What?”
“Let me take you home, c’mon. I wanna pump you full of me again, and again, and again. Until you can feel it, can’t escape it.”
The intensity in his eyes conveys a love that contrasts deliciously with the lust still clouding the stuffy bathroom, his lips closing around pecks down your jaw, then under it, then along your neck.
You’re hoping that what he’s saying is exactly what you want it to be, “Jeongguk…”
Cradling your face, he speaks against your mouth, “I love you so much, doll. We’re making it happen. Let me practice for now, hm?”
A smile parts its way across your face, soft and full, and you can’t suppress it even if you tried, even when you try, “But the others—”
“Need you. Now.”
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7s3ven · 1 year ago
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NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt. 2
PART 1 > PART 2 > PART 3 > PART 4 (last pt)
( masterlist )
IN WHICH… Y/N is finally claimed by her father, who turns out to be Zeus. Now, she’s stuck in an empty cabin as the only forbidden child of Zeus. Luke, on the other hand, is thrilled to be playing her knight in shining armour and getting her through each lonely day.
“I’m in the wind, you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”
( follows the show - kind of just a oneshot bc i’m bored )
Warnings : a little bit of jealousy, arguing, Y/N being indecisive and confused (real), not proof-read
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Being claimed was perhaps worse than staying in the Hermes cabin. The Zeus cabin was completely empty, much to Y/N’s dismay. Percy was unlucky enough to be a forbidden child too. Looks like neither of them would be having any half-siblings.
“I always knew she was destined for greatness.” Clarisse would say as if the life of a forbidden child wasn’t lonely and utterly isolated.
“Knock, knock.”
But there was one person who could light up the dim Zeus cabin.
“Hope you don’t mind that I brought strawberries. I picked ‘em myself. It was not easy work, let me tell you.” Luke chuckled as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. “Nice place.” He sarcastically said, staring at the cobwebs that littered the walls.
Y/N stared at him, unimpressed and unamused. “Being claimed was supposed to feel great. But I’m just back at square one again.” She huffed and took a strawberry Luke offered her. He sat beside Y/N, gesturing her to continue.
“You know, at least the Hermes cabin had another people. I’m stuck in this deserted cabin because my father finally decided that he wanted to see me! All I’m wondering is why it took so long. Why bother claiming me now?! Percy got claimed in under five days. I know people who have been claimed in one. Why did it take me ten years?! At least I know why I always attract trouble now. It’s because Zeus, that utter man whore, is my dad!”
Luke’s eyebrows silently raised at her words. “You’re welcome in the Hermes cabin any time, Y/N. Don’t forget that. I don’t think your dad was ignoring you… he was probably just waiting.”
“Yeah. Waiting until I finally proved myself to him. Because a child of Zeus should be a prodigy. No normal feat is allowed. It has to be impressive to gain his attention. How dumb.” Y/N scoffed.
“I was fine without him. I’ve gone my entire life never hearing from him and after ten years of being at camp, suddenly he wants to play daddy? He should’ve left me alone. But hey, at least you guys have more room in the Hermes cabin. I heard Chiron was going to move me.”
“What? But you’re practically part of the family. I mean, not exactly. It’d be weird if we were related because… you know… we’re friends and being such good friends with siblings seems weird.” Luke spoke so fast that Y/N couldn’t understand him.
She silently stared at him. “… You’re weird. Chiron just wanted to make more room for the newcomers. And, you know, I had been there for so long that I wasn’t considered new.”
“You okay, though? Your cuts aren’t still hurting? You don’t feel sick, right?” Luke carefully inspected her face and bruised arms, eyebrows furrowed in worry.
“Luke, I’m fine.” She reassured him, laughing. “Nothing hurts anymore.”
“Guess I’ve got to let you win the next game now.” He sighed. “I can’t believe you guessed Poseidon and got it right.”
“I took a wild guess. I wasn’t expecting it to be correct.”
Luke shrugged and stood up. “I need to go check up on some kids. A new group just arrived. Will you be alright by yourself? I can always go get Clarisse.”
Y/N stared up at him and a part of Luke wished she would ask him to stay. To stay in the stuffy cabin and just… talk.
“I think I need some alone time right now.” She softly smiled, resisting the urge to ask him not to walk out, to keep her company. “I just need to process all the shit that went down.”
Luke chuckled, ruffling her hair. “That’s my girl.” He began to walk away before he turned around last minute. “Hey, Y/N… thanks for staying by my side.”
“No problem. Thanks for being my friend, Luke.”
With a wounded heart and the embarrassment of being friend-zoned hanging high over his head, Luke walked out of the Zeus cabin.
Y/N didn’t see Luke again until a few days later. He was always so busy with the new kids but he still had time to leave a small box of strawberries on her porch.
It was dinner when Y/N could finally speak to Luke. She smiled at him and subtly waved and he grinned back. He had been talking with Chris about a boring topic but his eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. Luke stood up to sit with her before he was quickly intercepted.
“Luke.” One of the new girls said, staring up at him with her big doe eyes. She was claimed the moment she stepped into camp by Aphrodite. She seemed to already be her mother’s favourite. “Are you free to sit with me and my friends? We want to ask you a few questions.”
Luke was pulled away by the girl, leaving Y/N to watch him sheepishly grin. Y/N’s smile faltered. “I think he’s avoiding me.” She muttered to Percy, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. She felt a twisted knot of jealousy well up as a girl giggled and grabbed Luke’s arm. And he let her.
The younger boy looked up in confusion. “Who? Luke? I don’t think so. Girls just seem to really like him.”
Y/N frowned but didn’t say anything else. She could only stare again as the girls around Luke laughed as he uttered something with a bashful smile.
“I’m turning in early.” Y/N said, standing up. She pushed her plate of dessert towards Percy, who slowly took it.
“You good?” He asked.
“Yeah. I’m not feeling well so I think I’m going to sleep early. Good night, Percy.” She deeply inhaled as she walked away, catching Luke’s attention.
“Excuse me, ladies. I’ll be back. I need to talk to someone.” He hurriedly got up, racing after Y/N. Percy, who was eating his second serving of cake, muffled a laugh. Luke was so whipped.
“Y/N.” The brunette boy finally caught up to her. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “Why are you leaving early? We haven’t talked for weeks so I thought we could use today to catch up.”
Y/N stared at him in confusion before she turned her head and quietly laughed. She covered her mouth to conceal the noise. “Luke… it’s only been three days.”
His face dropped and he cleared his throat. “I know… I was testing you. That’s all.” Yet his eyes looked at everything but Y/N. “So, how has your cabin been?”
“Lonely. It doesn’t feel the same without Chris ranting about Clarisse.” Y/N sighed, lightly biting the inside of her cheek.
“I’m not sure if I can rant about Clarisse like Chris but I could try keeping you company.” Luke offered, gazing at Y/N with eyes that begged her to agree.
She merely shrugged, not stopping Luke from strutting into her cabin and lying down on her bed. He outstretched his arms, confusing Y/N. “Hug.” Was all he said.
Y/N was never much of an affectionate person but Luke certainly was. His gestures ranged from secretly fiddling with her fingers to picking her up and swinging her around in the middle of the battle arena.
Begrudgingly, Y/N closed the distance between them. Luke grinned, pulling her closer. A few moments later, Y/N attempted to pull away. Luke prevented her from doing so. “Five more minutes.” He whispered in her ear.
But those promised five minutes turned into an hour.
And a peaceful hour turned into all night.
And all night turned into the sun rising and Clarisse waking the pair up.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding, Luke.” The Ares girl snickered, folding her arms over her chest. “Your siblings are wondering where you went. I assume by the lack of clothes on the floor that you two did nothing. How surprising for you, Luke.”
“Clarisse.” Y/N warned, sitting up.
“Okay, okay. I’m going. See you at breakfast, Y/N.” Clarisse sent her friend a teasing wink before she slithered off, laughing to herself.
“Sorry. I fell asleep.” Luke muttered, stretching. He not-so-subtly placed an arm around Y/N and when she didn’t shove him away, he smiled.
“It’s fine. I’ve already prepared myself for whatever gossip is about to spread around camp.” Y/N leaned back, shaking her head, while Luke chuckled.
“Nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” Luke retorted.
Camp Half-Blood seemed obsessed with the little thing going on between Y/N and Luke. Friendship, romance, confusing situationship. The campers called it many things.
“I’m so tired.” Y/N muttered, rubbing her tired eyes. Luke took that as his chance to gaze at her. His eyes traced over the bridge of her nose and the curve of her Cupid’s bow.
He smiled to himself, pressing his face deeper into the crook of Y/N’s neck.
“Luke. We need to get up.” As if suddenly uncomfortable with his close proximity, Y/N stood up.
“Oh. Yeah. I know how you can’t miss breakfast because you get cranky without it.” Luke chuckled while Y/N shoved him.
“Get out, Luke!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him. He bellowed out a laugh as he ran towards the exit.
“See you at breakfast, sweetheart!”
Y/N, with flushed cheeks and a racing mind, barged into the Ares cabin. “Clarisse.” She said, holding onto the doorframe for support. “I need your help.”
“What do you need?” Clarisse questioned as they walked side by side. Y/N sighed.
“Well, for starters, Luke is acting weird. I mean, he was always kind of weird but it’s gotten… more extreme. He’s getting so close and… calling me these pet names. What am I supposed to do? And why does it make me feel shy? Clarisse, help me!”
Y/N gripped her friend’s shoulders tightly. Clarisse lightly snorted. “Y/N, he’s just in love. Let the boy be.”
“In… love? W-With… me? In love with me?!” Y/N’s mind was spinning by now and it looked like this was her mid-life crisis. “He’s not… he can’t be… no… no… No! I have to go, Clarisse!”
Clarisse watched as Y/N sprinted off with the speed of a lightning bolt. “Haha. It’s so fun messing with them.”
“Hey, Clarisse. What’d you say to Y/N?” Luke immediately filled in Y/N’s spot. He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at Y/N.
“I just told her how in love you are with her.” Clarisse winked and laughed at Luke’s appalled face.
“You… did what?” He questioned, panicking. “Why… why would you do that?! Clarisse! Shit!”
Luke, just like Y/N, rushed off. Clarisse smiled again. “So fun.”
Y/N hid within the comforts of her own cabin. She was supposed to teach some of the newbies archery but she was sure Clarisse could fill in for her.
“Luke… in love with me… no way.” She shook her head and deeply sighed, clutching onto her blanket. “He likes that Aphrodite girl.”
“Hey, sweetheart.” Speak of the devil. Luke opened the door, grinning at her. “Sorry I’m late. I tried meditating but I ended up falling asleep.” Classic him. “I brought you some food. I gotta teach some kids sword-fighting soon but I thought I’d just leave this here.”
Luke had one leg out of the door before Y/N stopped him. “Luke, can you maybe, I don’t know… stay over tonight? Again? It feels less lonely with you.” Y/N spoke slowly, as if testing the waters.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure. I’d be happy to keep you company. You can count on me, Sparky.”
Y/N scoffed, staring at Luke with her lips parted. “Sparky? No way are you calling me that.”
“Too bad. See ya, Sparky!” Luke managed to close the door before the pillow Y/N tossed his way hit him. She scoffed, looking around yet no words came out of her mouth.
“Sparky… Sparky?!” Y/N exclaimed in disbelief. “What sort of nickname is that?!”
Luke, who stood outside the door and heard Y/N, chuckled. He ran his tongue over his teeth, “Cute.”
A quiet knock on the door interrupted Y/N’s half-conscious nap. She stumbled to the entrance, slowly twisting the knob. “Hey.” She mumbled to Luke, who was holding an armful of snacks.
“Hey, Sparky.” He greeted her with his usual boyish smile. “Did I wake you?”
“I was just taking a small nap. You can always let yourself in, by the way.” Y/N muttered, yawning.
“I didn’t wanna be rude.” Luke replied as he stepped inside, brushing past Y/N. “Hey. I have an idea.” He suddenly said, spinning around. Y/N raised her eyebrows, gesturing him to continue. “I know you don’t like hanging out in this cabin so what do you say we check out the lake?”
“That’s breaking the rules.” Y/N said, shaking her head.
“Come on, I wanna go on a walk. And I’m already breaking rules being here. A few more can’t hurt.”
Y/N wanted to say no but how could she when Luke was looking at her like that?
“Fine.” She softly agreed. Luke dropped the snacks onto Y/N’s bed before dragging her out of her cabin. She didn’t even have time to grab a jacket.
Luke placed a finger over his lips, telling Y/N to be quiet. The two carefully creeped through the words, quietly giggling as they shoved each other.
“It’s prettier at night.” Y/N whispered, staring at the lake that sparkled in the moonlight. Luke smiled, nodding his head.
“Yeah.” He replied, but he wasn’t looking at the glittering water. He was looking at Y/N. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”
Y/N turned her head, faltering when she saw that Luke was already gazing at her. His lips curved into a bright smile.
“So, so… beautiful.” He repeated, staring into her eyes.
“Luke.” She muttered, thickly gulping. Butterflies swirled around in her stomach. After years of pushing down her growing feelings for Luke, they were coming back.
“Y/N.” He chuckled, adjusting his stance. But he slipped and fell into the lake. Y/N gasped, staring into the murky darkness.
“Luke?” She called out. “Luke!” He resurfaced, spitting out a mouthful of water. A few moments passed before Y/N burst into laughter. She stepped forward but tripped over a stray tree root. She hit the water with a loud slap, shocking Luke. He gasped, quickly swimming over. “Sparky, you good?” Luke questioned, holding her tightly.
She coughed. “It hurt a little but I’m good. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Thanks for asking, Sparky.” He twirled a strand of Y/N’s wet hair around his finger, his gaze flickering to her lips. “Don’t kill me for this, Y/N.” He whispered, leaning forward.
His lips pressed against Y/N’s, who froze in shock. The kiss only lasted a moment before Luke pulled away, holding back the animalistic urge to do it again.
“I won’t kill you… if you don’t kill me.” Y/N quietly responded, grabbing Luke by the front of his shirt and tugging him forward.
The second kiss was less controlled, more wild. Luke held Y/N tightly, scared she would slip away if he lowered his guard. In this moment, Luke didn’t care about his drenched t-shirt or his soaking hair. All he cared about, and had cared about for the last few years, was the girl in front of him
“You kissed?!” Clarisse screamed, tugging on the ends of her curled hair.
“Hey! I don’t want everybody to know!” Y/N hurriedly shushed the girl. They were hanging around in the arena for some extra sword training and Y/N clumsily mentioned last night.
“Okay, but seriously. Reel back. You guys kissed? Not once, but twice? Oh, man, Y/N. You are so whipped for Luke!”
“I am not! Besides,” Y/N fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke, “I heard one of the new Aphrodite girls is interested in Luke.”
“What? And you’re just gonna let her have him? You’ve been crushing on Luke since you first saw him.”
“I wouldn’t call it that! It was admiration.” Y/N quickly snapped to defend herself. Clarisse mockingly raised an eyebrow.
“You couldn’t stop gushing over how he pushed you out of harm’s way when you got claimed.” The Ares kid pointed out.
Y/N huffed. “I mean, I’m a feminist, obviously. But… I wouldn’t really mind him saving me. I’m not entirely opposed… to the idea. I’m just torn, okay?!”
“What are you confused about? Luke obliviously has the hots for you too.”
“Luke and I have been good friends for ages! I’ve known him for ages too! If we start dating and it goes up in flames… I don’t only lose a partner but I also lose a friend! There’s so many factors to consider. So many things that could go wrong.”
“You already kissed. Sooner or later, he’s gonna confront you.” Clarisse’s eyes flickered to a figure behind Y/N, “And looks like he chose now. You wanna talk to him or do you want me to make a distraction?”
“Distraction, please. I’m not ready. I need to understand my own feelings before dealing with his.” Y/N practically begged Clarisse. Being such a good friend, the daughter of Ares nodded.
“I got your back, girl.” She walked past Y/N, blocking Luke’s path. “Yo, Luke, you interested in having a little spar?”
“Uh, actually, I need to talk to Y/N.” Luke uttered, glancing over at the H/C-haired girl.
“Y/N needs to check on someone. One of the Ares kids got badly injured. You go ahead, Y/N. I’ll be with you soon.” Clarisse waved her off. Y/N silently hurried off, avoiding all eye contact with Luke.
She wasn’t ready to face him just yet. I mean, what do you say to a friend you kissed? More like made out with. And passionately, might I add. Beside a lake at night.
Y/N knew Luke would go looking for her an hour before curfew, so that’s exactly why she sought refuge in the Ares cabin.
“This feels stupid.” She murmured as she rolled under one of the bed, shooing the dust away.
“He’s obviously going to try and ask Clarisse about your whereabouts. You only have to hide under there until he leaves.” Erin, a girl who was a year younger than Y/N, spoke. As predicted, Luke knocked at the door.
“Hey.” He said when Erin swung it open. “Is Y/N or Clarisse here? I need to talk to ether of them but Y/N would be preferred.”
Erin shook her head. “No. Clarisse is showering right now. Maybe check Apollo’s cabin for Y/N. She might be helping out with the injured. She does that sometimes.”
The second Luke disappeared, Y/N crawled out from under the bed. She combed away the dust in her hair. “I know what you’re thinking.” She grumbled, looking up at Erin. “Why am I going through all this trouble? It’s complicated. I’m not ready to face him… yet.”
Erin hummed as she stepped towards Y/N. “None of us will be helpful with advice but if you really want help, visit the Aphrodite cabin.”
That’s how Y/N found herself standing on a porch decorated with pink and hearts and shining pearls. She sighed to herself before she hesitatingly knocked. A short blond girl answered the door immediately.
“We’ve been waiting for you.” She said while Y/N stared at her in discomfort. “Not in a creepy way, though. I swear. We knew you’d need help with you-know-who so we kind of planned it already. Come in.”
The girl warmly guided Y/N inside, beaming. “Our head counsellor isn’t here at the moment but Mai should be plenty of help!” The blond girl pointed over to a brunette who sat on her bed, reading a book. She was dressed in black shorts and a pink crop top. But when Mai looked up, Y/N was sure she was judging her.
“On second thought,” Y/N nervously said, “Maybe I should come back another time. Maybe in the afternoon?”
“The time you come doesn’t matter.” Mai piped up, closing her book. She gazed at Y/N curiously. “You’re afraid of expressing your feelings, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t know this was a therapy session.” Y/N lightly joked.
“Y/N, it’s obvious to everybody that you harbour some feelings towards Luke.” Mai said, pressing her pink-tinted lips into a thin line. “You guys are like the dynamic duo. I understand that dating someone who’s also a friend is scary but sometimes you’ve got to take the risk.”
“If you’re scared about going back to your cabin and running into Luke, you can crash here for the night.” The blonde girl from before offered. Nobody else seemed to have any problems with that so Y/N agreed.
She ended up on the bunk next to Mai, her unlicensed love therapist. Y/N tossed and turned but she still couldn’t fall asleep. She quietly groaned, rubbing her eyes.
“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Mai piped up, pursing her lips.
“No. I can’t help but worry.”
“Let me ask you one question, Y/N. Do you like him?”
“Luke?”
“I didn’t say a name.”
Y/N groaned again. “Fine. You got me. Yes. I guess I like him. I like his smile and how he’s always giving me food and how he barges in when I’m feeling lonely. I think his curled hair is adorable and there’s no other guy better-looking than him to me. But… I’m scared that I just like his platonically. Or what if we do date and I end up losing him?”
Mai smiled. “Don’t stress over it too much. You’re the daughter of Zeus, after all.”
“Yeah, thanks. Good night, Mai.”
“Night, Y/N.”
Luke approached Y/N the next day at breakfast. He let out a subtle sigh of relief when she didn’t run away. “Hey,” He whispered to her, tapping her shoulder and interrupting her conversation with Erin and Clarisse. “Can we talk? Alone?”
“Uh, yeah.” Y/N exchanged looks with both of the girls, who nodded and mouthed good luck. “What did you want to talk about?” Y/N asked when they were in the safety of her cabin and away from all the prying eyes. She played with the hem of her bright orange shirt.
“Forgive me for how blunt I’m going to be but what are we, Y/N?” Luke asked, not beating around the bush.
“We’re friends.” Y/N choked out, her conversation with Mai last night going down the drain. Perhaps it was selfish but a part of her wanted to remain friends because at least that way, neither of them would get hurt.
“No.” Luke wildly shook his head, “Friends don’t kiss. Friends don’t spend the night in the other’s cabin. Friends don’t look at each other like we do. Friends don’t sneak out in the middle of the night to go to a lake and end up making out! And now you’re ignoring me!”
His voice increased in volume the more he spoke.
“That was a mistake, Luke! I-I didn’t meant to! It just happened! I’m not ignoring you! What makes you think that?!”
“Well, what am I supposed to think, Y/N? You’re always running off and our conversations are up and down now. Sometimes we don’t talk for days! Sometimes you seem obsessed with me! I don’t know what to think!”
“That’s rich, coming from you!” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “If you’re not with Chris then you’re with that Aphrodite girl! You practically ignore me when you’re with her!” Y/N harshly poked his chest.
“I do not! And back to the previous conversation, was it really a mistake? Was hugging me a mistake? Was staring so adoringly at me a mistake? Was kissing me a mistake?! Maybe it was a mistake to you, but it wasn’t to me.” Luke caressed her face, holding it tightly. “Kissing you… will never be a mistake to me. Never, ever.”
Y/N gulped, practically shaking in Luke’s embrace. His lips lightly brushed her’s and she flinched.
“Sparky- Princess- Y/N,” He finally decided on what to call her in the heated moment. “I have feelings for you. And I have for a long time. So if you don’t like me back… just tell me. Because I can’t spend the rest of my life chasing after you. I get that you might be in denial but once I walk through those doors, I’m giving up.”
“Luke…”
“Do you like me or not?”
“Luke… please…” Y/N didn’t really know what she was begging for. Tears welled up in her eyes as he took a small step towards the door.
“Do you like me or not?” He repeated in a firmer tone.
Y/N silently stared at the ground, her hands clenched into fists.
“I guess I was wrong about you returning my feelings… I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll leave now.”
Y/N’s body moved on its own as she reached out to grab his arm and harshly pull him back. Her voice was supposed to be gentle but hanging out with Clarisse seemed to have an impact on her.
“Of course I like you, Luke! How could I not? But I’m afraid and confused and I don’t know what to do. I see the way other girls look at you. They like you. And I’m scared that I don’t stand a chance against them. And what if we mess up, Luke? If we date then break up, we won’t be able to be friends again. I can’t handle that!”
“I don’t think I can be just friends with you right now, Y/N.” Luke softly replied, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pressing a light kiss to it. Y/N stared at him with flushed cheeks. “I don’t care about any of those other girls. The only person I care about is you. We don’t have to rush into a relationship but I just need to hear you say that you like me. That’s all I need for now. Can you do that for me?”
Y/N shakily inhaled. “I…” She hesitated. “I like you, Luke.”
Luke pulled her into a hug, smiling as he inhaled the sweet scent of Y/N’s perfume. “That’s all I needed to hear, Sparky.”
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inkdrinkerworld · 4 months ago
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hi lovely !!! i have a prompt request- number 11 or 13 with eddie? anything vampy and him is so cute- you can pick which one fits im very indecisive !
Hi! Thank you for your request! I’ve gone with number 13 so I hope you don’t mind <3
“Are you leaving in that?” You ask as you pull a hot tray from your oven.
Your roommate, Eddie, is supposed to be going out with his friends. A Halloween party, you’d been invited too, but your thesis paper was due in two weeks and you still had about 15,000 words to write.
Eddie looks down at his outfit- a simple muscle tee and ripped jeans but Hawkins was uncharacteristically cold for late October.
“Yeah? Isn’t this what I usually wear?” He can’t remember everything from before he was turned, but he remembers his big, fat crush on you.
Vampirism seems to have doubled his ability to charm you, though you don’t yet know how.
You nod, offering him a cookie you know he can’t have- it’s a habit you’re really trying to break.
“But it’s almost nine degrees, a human would be freezing.”
Eddie scowls, clearly unhappy with having to change. “But it’s a good outfit.”
You laugh at how petulant he sounds, a cookie trapped between your teeth as you motion for him to follow you to your room.
Eddie likes your room, even if he can’t feel the cold, he can tell your space is warm. With all the little lamps, the trinkets that tell him about you, your books- your entire space reminds him of the sunsets you enjoy.
“I have a leather jacket that goes with your pants.” You rifle through your closet, smiling when you find the blood red jacket.
“A little on the nose don’t you think, dollface?” He asks, fangs hanging down over his lips as he shucks it on.
You shrug, “They’ll only find you out of you don’t freeze to death like they are.”
Eddie grins, his fangs cuter than ever, especially when he dips his chin a little and tugs you close. “Well there’s a flaw in that already, I’m already dead, baby.”
You roll your eyes, kissing his cheek. “I don’t like that one,” Eddie rolls his eyes this time; you forget he can hear your heartbeat. “Don’t forget to eat before you go.”
He nods, fingers to his forehead like he’s in the army. “Is it warm?” You shudder as his finger trails your collarbone.
“Yes, Munson. Now get a move on so I can enjoy my cookies and cry into my laptop over my thesis.”
He laughs as you push him out of your room. “I’ll try to bring you back something nice. Maybe a cursed ring.” He finds his emergency blood and drinks an entire bag.
“You’re not digging up another grave just to scare Dustin, Eddie!”
His giggle bounces off the walls of the house long after he’s gone and you know Dustin’s going to be traumatized.
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emchante · 3 months ago
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Angst idea coming up!!
I imagine there would be a school event let’s say and Daniel would go with his children of course, possibly want to take you with him, but his ex wife would insist that it’s a family event and you’re not family in any way or shape, no matter how much you take care of Daniel’s kids, this just isn’t a place for you and this could make Daniel uneasy because he’d see the logical part in his ex wife’s reasoning yet feel bad because you are his new partner and his kids like you and I imagine this uneasiness and perhaps indecisiveness from Daniel would spark uncertainty in you as well and that just hits right in the heart
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🫠 nonnie always pulling through.. i know that’s right!! but GOD?? the thought of this?? it pulls my heartstrings. the angst potential LORDDD.
you know the usual, drabble under the cut<3
“she’s not family, daniel,” is spat across the line, daniel wincing at the harshness in his ex-wife’s voice. “she looks after the kids— great. that doesn’t make her family all of a sudden.”
daniel’s fingers drum against the kitchen counter anxiously as she rambles on, adding more reasons why you shouldn’t be at the kids’ charity evening. parents were invited along of course, running stalls with their children. it was a great idea, the kids were so excited to tell you, daniel and their mother.
but they didn’t know themselves that their mother wasn’t onboard with it.
“it’s— it’s not fair to leave her out,” he interrupts, screwing his eyes shut in preparation for another shout down the phone. thankfully, it’s only a deep sigh so he can continue. “the kids love her, they were so excited to tell her,” he explains, a soft smile appearing on his face as he recalled the memory.
“i don’t care, daniel,” she tells him, and she definitely isn’t lying— he had never heard her sound so bored, apart from the times daniel had tried to organise date nights that were more.. him. not a good memory. “remind me what the first line of the handout says?”
daniel frowns out of confusion at the question, but obliges anyways. he grabs the sheet of paper from in front of him, opening it up and reading it out. “dear parents of—”
“there!” she shouts, daniel flinching at the sudden loudness. “parents, daniel. she is not their parent. never has been, never will be.”
daniel exhales deeply from his nose. fuck. he should’ve seen that coming. what happened to letters saying ‘parents or guardians’? he shakes his head, trying to think of a response.
but he doesn’t need to, as she speaks up again. “we aren’t discussing this any more now, daniel. break the news— although it really isn’t much of a newsflash— and then start organising your outfit,”
and then the line fell flat.
daniel places his phone on the counter, before allowing his head to fall into his hands with a heavy sigh. he was feeling many emotions. confusion— about the whole thing. upset— he wasn’t able to get his side in. anger— over the newsflash comment. you had come a long way with his kids, and be had a controversial opinion on who was a better mother figure to the two.
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“you can’t come tomorrow.”
the words feel like a stab in the heart when you hear them. daniel had sat you down in the living room after the kids had gone upstairs to play, and told you that he needed to talk to you.
you assumed it was serious, but you didn’t think it was this.
“what?” is all that falls from your lips, as you’re too shocked to form a proper sentence. daniel isn’t even looking at you, he’s more focused on picking his the nail of his index finger.
“you can’t— you can’t come tomorrow. i’m sorry, i know it’s quite late to tell you, but.. yeah,” he trails off, voice low. he still isn’t looking at you, hasn’t done since he asked you to sit with him. it feels dismissive, it feels wrong. it feels like a completely different person in front of you.
“have i done something? we were so excited to bake with the kids and sell their cakes,” you plead, reminding him that just yesterday, you were both so happy about the event.
“look— it’s.. it’s a parent event, yeah?” daniel lets out, cringing at his words. he hates that he’s listening to her, he doesn’t even agree with the decision, but something is telling him he has to.
then again maybe he shouldn’t, because the moment he finally looks up, he sees the saddened look on your face. he couldn’t read every emotion you seemed to portray— you looked upset, hurt and maybe.. betrayed? fuck.
“and— and please believe me when i say you do such a great job looking after them,” he starts, raising his hands as he goes to ramble out something to save his ass.
but you interrupt him with a dry laugh, shutting your eyes as you take a deep breath in. your head falls, and you stare down at your trembling hands that lay atop your thighs. suddenly your vision gets blurry and— oh, the tears have started.
daniel’s heart breaks as he sees the tears welling in your eyes, and he reaches out to comfort you. he wasn’t expecting it to be reciprocated well, but he wasn’t expecting you to completely pull away from him.
“sweetheart—” “don’t sweetheart me, daniel,” you snap, licking your suddenly dry lips. “i thought— i thought that maybe..” you started, daniel’s heart cracking even more at the wobble in your voice. “fuck— i really thought things were moving into a new chapter. i thought that the kids were seeing me as something more than just.. a babysitter. i thought you were starting to see me as something more than a fuck every now and then, like it was in the beginning.”
daniel gapes at your words, and shit. he hadn’t even thought about how the whole situation would have looked without context. but then again, would it have been better with it? it was too late to find out now, anyways.
“no— no, you know it’s not like that,” he tells you firmly, going to reach a hand out for you to comfort you, but he was taken aback when you abruptly stood up.
“i think i’m going to go,” you told him, not allowing nor wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say. as soon as you walked out the living room, he could only stare at the floor in disbelief.
he was trying so hard to obey to his ex, that he was completely disregarding you— his current partner’s— feelings. what the fuck was wrong with him?
he was brought back to reality when you had shouted upstairs to the kids, telling them you had to head back to your own house tonight— that there was some leftover work you had to do. daniel turned his head to the side, watching as his kids ran downstairs to give you a big hug, whining about how they wanted you to stay.
you didn’t even spare him a glance as you said your goodbyes, and he felt like the slammed front door was the only goodbye he’d be getting.
he had really fucked it.
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okay honestly i did NOT expect it to get to 1k words.. LOL. angst just really draws me in and i get carried away!! thank you 🫠 nonnie again for this wonderful idea, you’re a godsend<3<3
part 2, perhaps? 👀
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snowysosturn · 6 months ago
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Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo Part 16
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Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo
Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.
Warnings : MDNI, angst, fluffffffffffffffff (half proof read bc i hate proof reading)
The knock at the door startled me, pulling me from the endless loop of thoughts that had been swirling in my mind since I left work. I was expecting Jess to be here so when I opened the door and saw Matt standing there instead, my heart skipped a beat.
“Hey” he said, his voice soft but a little uncertain. “Sorry for just appearing... Are you free for the night?”
I blinked, taking in the sight of him. He looked good, too good, standing there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. I opened my mouth to reply, my mind racing. I debated whether or not to tell him Jess was coming over but something in Matt’s eyes made me hesitate. I felt the pull, the same pull that had been drawing me toward him more and more lately.
Before I could find the words, Matt spoke again, cutting through my indecision. “I have a bit of a surprise for you.”
A surprise? My curiosity piqued, I stood there in the doorway, torn between two decisions that suddenly felt monumental. Jess had been there for me, always a reliable friend, and I did want to talk to her about everything that had happened. But Matt.. he was becoming something more than just a friend, even if neither of us had admitted it yet.
Finally, I nodded, the decision made before I even realized it. “Yeah, I’m free.”
His smile widened, relief washing over his features. “Great. Grab your jacket, we’re going out.”
I did as he asked, grabbing my jacket and slipping it on. My nerves buzzed with anticipation as I followed him out of my apartment. I shot Jess a quick text to reschedule our hangout, telling her that something had come up.
The air between us crackled with an unspoken tension, a mixture of excitement and the unknown. Whatever this surprise was, it was clear that tonight was going to be different. Special, even.
As we walked to his car, I couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed more relaxed, almost like he was in his element. It made me wonder what he had planned, and why it was important enough for him to show up at my door unannounced.
Once we were in the car, Matt turned to me, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I hope you’re ready for this.”
I laughed softly, feeling my earlier tension ease a bit. “You’re being really mysterious, you know that?”
He shrugged, grinning. “What can I say? I like keeping you on your toes.”
As he started the car and pulled away from my apartment, I realized that, for the first time in days, I wasn’t thinking about Alex, or Emily, or any of the drama that had been weighing me down. I was looking forward to whatever was coming next. I knew that as long as Matt was by my side, it was going to be something good.
"Can you tell me where you’re taking me?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me as Matt navigated through the streets. I tried to catch a hint in his expression, but he just smirked, his eyes fixed on the road.
“Nope” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “My lips are sealed. You’ll just have to wait it out.”
I sighed dramatically. “Come on, at least give me a clue.”
Matt glanced over at me, his smile widening. “All I’ll say is we’ve got about an hour’s drive ahead of us.”
“An hour?!” I exclaimed, half surprised, half amused. “You’re seriously not going to tell me anything for an entire hour?”
He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made my heart flutter. “I promise, it’ll be worth the wait. How about you jump on aux? It'll make the time pass quicker.”
I rolled my eyes playfully but reached for my phone, connecting it to his car’s Bluetooth. “Alright, but you better have good taste in music.”
Matt raised an eyebrow. “You’ll just have to find out.”
I scrolled through my playlists, trying to decide on the first song. “What about this one?” I asked, selecting Nightcrawler by Travis Scott. 
Matt nodded approvingly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “This is a banger. I love this song.”
I grinned, feeling a bit of pride that he liked my pick. “Okay, your turn. What should I play next?”
“Ivy by Frank Ocean” he suggested, glancing over at me with a smile. “Such a beautiful song.”
“Oh my god I can't put into words how much I love Frank Ocean, the Blond album is an absolute masterpiece.” I say with enthusiasm. 
As Ivy started playing through the speakers. I leaned back in my seat, the melody wrapping around us as the city lights faded into the distance. “This is nice” I said softly, more to myself than to Matt.
“Yeah, it is.” he agreed, his voice equally soft. There was a comfortable silence between us for a moment, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with words.
After a few minutes, I decided to keep the vibe going and queued up The Spins by Mac Miller. As the familiar intro began to play, Matt shot me a glance. “You really do have good taste in music.”
“Right back at you.” I replied, feeling a little more at ease with each passing song. “This one’s a favorite of mine.”
We continued like that for the rest of the drive, going back and forth between our favorite songs. I played Somebody Else by The 1975, fully feeling all the emotions that come with it. There was silence as the song slowly faded out and Double CC’s by City Girls began to play.
“Woah, talk about a switch up.” Matt laughed.
“It’s called emotional whiplash, you keep me on my toes, I keep you on yours.” I laughed as I queued Unavailable by Davido to switch up the vibe yet again.
We fell into another comfortable silence as the song played, the car filled with the soft hum of the engine and the music weaving through the air.
“Do you ever share your playlists with anyone?” Matt asked, breaking the silence as the song faded out.
“Not really” I admitted. “I guess it feels a bit personal, you know? Like, these are the songs that make up my life’s soundtrack. I’ve a different playlist for every mood so I just like to keep them to myself.”
Matt nodded thoughtfully. “I get that. Music’s always been personal to me too. But I’m glad you’re sharing it with me.”
There was something in the way he said it, something that made my heart skip a beat. I glanced over at him, catching his eye for just a moment before looking away, my cheeks flushing slightly.
“Well, it’s only fair since you’re sharing yours too” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“True” he agreed, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s nice though, it’s like a different way of getting to know someone.”
I nodded, unable to wipe the smile off my face. The rest of the drive continued in that easy rhythm - the music and our voices blending together as the miles passed by. I still had no idea where we were going, but with Matt beside me and the music flowing, it didn’t really matter. It felt like we could drive forever and I’d be content. 
An hour of bonding and laughter passed in what felt like mere minutes, the conversation being so effortless made me barely notice that the car was beginning to slow down. We pulled into an all too familiar parking lot, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the sign painted on the building infront of us.
LA Kings Valley Ice Centre.
"We're going skating?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.
Matt turned to me with a proud smile, clearly pleased with himself. "I was serious when I said I wanted to learn how to spin."
A rush of nostalgia hit me, memories flooding back as I stared at the building. "This is where I used to go to skate school" I said, my voice soft with emotion. I couldn't believe Matt had brought me here, to a place that held so much meaning for me. "I can’t thank you enough for this."
Matt’s grin widened. "I really hope it’s not busy, we have loads of time though they usually close at 10" I added, glancing at the time of 7pm.
Matt’s confident reply caught me off guard. "We don’t have to worry about people being in here right now."
I shot him a confused look. "What makes you so sure?" I asked, genuinely curious.
He leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've rented the place for the evening. It'll be just the two of us."
For a moment, I was speechless. The idea of having the entire rink to ourselves was more than I could have ever imagined. Knowing he’d gone out of his way to do this for me. My excitement bubbled over, and I threw my arms around him in a spontaneous hug. "Matt, this is incredible. Thank you so much."
He hugged me back, his arms warm and strong around me. "You’ve been through a lot lately, I just want to see you happy." he said softly, and I pulled back just enough to see the sincerity in his eyes.
We got out of the car and made our way to the entrance. The familiar scent of the ice rink hit me as soon as we stepped inside, bringing back memories of early morning practices and late night sessions where I’d lose myself in the rhythm of my skates. The rink was empty, just as Matt had promised, the ice pristine and waiting for us.
"I can't believe you did this" I said again, still in awe as I looked around the empty rink.
We laced our skates and stepped onto the rink, I fully expected Matt to be like Bambi on ice, wobbly and unsure, maybe even grabbing onto the railing for dear life. But to my surprise, he glided effortlessly beside me, his movements smooth and controlled.
“Wait, you can skate?” I asked, unable to hide the astonishment in my voice.
He smirked, the corners of his lips curving upward in a way that made my heart skip a beat. “I played hockey for years” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal.
I blinked at him, processing this new piece of information. “Of course you did” I said with a laugh, shaking my head. “I should’ve known you’d be good at this.”
He shrugged, that smirk never leaving his face. “I didn’t want to intimidate you. But yeah, I can handle myself on the ice.”
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Is that so? Let’s see just how good you are then. First one to the other end of the rink wins.”
His eyes lit up with the challenge, a competitive edge flashing in them. “You’re on.” he said, bending his knees slightly, ready to push off.
We lined up at the bottom of the rink, side by side. I glanced over at him, and I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he looked on the ice. The way he held himself, confident but relaxed, was so attractive.
“Ready?” I asked, my voice tinged with excitement.
“Always” he shot back, and before I could count down, he took off.
“Ah that’s cheating!” I laughed, quickly following after him.
We raced down the rink, the cold air whipping past our faces. I pushed myself faster, my skates cutting smoothly across the ice. Matt was fast, but I was faster. Years of figure skating training kicking in as I caught up to him. Still, he wasn’t far behind, and the sound of his skates slicing through the ice kept me pushing.
We reached the end almost at the same time, but I managed to pull ahead by just a fraction of a second, touching the wall first. “You thouggght!” I declared, turning around to face him, slightly out of breath but grinning from ear to ear.
Matt skated up next to me, shaking his head with a laugh. “I let you win, you know.”
“Oh, sure you did” I teased, poking him playfully in the side. “Admit it, you didn’t think I’d be that fast.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Okay, I’ll admit, you surprised me. But don’t get too cocky, I’m just getting started.”
We stood there, both of us catching our breath, the energy between us electric. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, the quiet buzz of the ice rink amplifying the moment. With that, we started skating side by side, our movements in sync as we circled the rink. It felt surreal to be out here with him, just the two of us on the empty ice, like a scene out of a movie. The cold air brushed against our cheeks, but the warmth between us made it feel like the coziest place in the world.
"Alright, show me that spin" Matt said after a while, a challenge in his voice.
"Okay, but don’t laugh if I fall" I teased, though my heart was already pounding with anticipation.
He nodded, listening intently, and I could see the determination in his eyes. He was focused, but there was also a softness there, an unspoken understanding between us that made my heart flutter. I stepped back a little to give myself space. Taking a deep breath, I pushed off and started to spin. At first, it felt like no time had passed since I last did this. My body remembered the movements, and soon, I was twirling gracefully across the ice. The feeling of spinning, the world blurring around me as I found my center, was exhilarating. When I finally slowed to a stop, I was breathless, not from lack of stamina but from the sheer joy of it.
I turned to Matt, expecting him to be watching with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. But the look on his face took me by surprise. He was staring at me with something that looked almost like awe, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted.
"That was incredible" he said, his voice soft but full of admiration.
I felt my cheeks flush under his gaze, a warm glow spreading through me. "Thanks" I said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
Matt stepped closer, his hands still holding mine. "Show me again" he said, his voice low and earnest.
"Alright, let’s break it down" I said, skating back over to Matt after my little spin demonstration. He was still standing in the same spot, watching me with a mix of concentration and curiosity. “The key to a two foot spin is balance and control. It’s easier than it looks, I promise.”
He nodded, his expression serious now, fully focused on what I was about to teach him.
“First, we’re going to get into position” I explained, moving beside him. “Bend your knees slightly, and keep your feet shoulder width apart. You want to feel stable on the ice before you start spinning.”
Matt followed my instructions, adjusting his stance until he mirrored mine. I couldn’t help but notice how quickly he caught on, his natural athleticism evident even in something as delicate as figure skating.
“Good” I said, skating around to face him. “Now, when you’re ready, we’ll start by pushing off with one foot and then bringing the other one around. Keep your arms out for balance, and then slowly bring them in as you start to spin. It helps you pick up speed.”
I demonstrated the move again, this time more slowly so he could see each part in action. As I started to spin, I felt the familiar rush of the ice beneath my blades, the force pulling me slightly as I brought my arms in tighter. When I stopped, I looked up to see Matt watching me with an intense focus, like he was trying to memorize every move.
“Got it?” I asked, a little out of breath.
He nodded, taking a deep breath. “I think so. Let me try.”
I skated back a bit to give him space, watching as he took his position. He pushed off with one foot, a little hesitant at first, but then he brought the other foot around, and slowly, he started to spin.
At first, he wobbled slightly, his arms flailing out for balance. I couldn’t help but smile, remembering the countless times I’d done the same thing when I was first learning. But then, he found his center, his movements becoming more fluid. He brought his arms in, just as I had shown him, and he actually managed to complete a couple of full rotations before coming to a stop.
“Hey, not bad!” I cheered, skating over to him. “You’re a natural.”
Matt laughed, looking a little surprised at himself. “I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s not as hard as I thought. It actually feels kind of..freeing.”
“Exactly” I said, smiling at him. “Once you get the hang of it, it’s like you’re floating. The ice becomes an extension of you, and the rest just falls into place.”
He looked at me then, and I could see the admiration in his eyes. “You make it look so easy” he said softly. “It’s like you were born to do this.”
His words sent a warm flush through me. “Thanks” I replied, my voice a little quieter. “I guess it’s just something that’s always felt right to me.”
We stood there for a moment, the air between us charged with something unspoken. The way he was looking at me, like I was the only person in the world, made my heart race. It was like we were in our own little bubble, just the two of us on this vast sheet of ice.
“Wanna try again?” I asked, breaking the silence but not the connection between us.
“Yeah” he said, his voice low and steady. “Let’s do it.”
And so we did, spending the next hour going over the spin, perfecting it together. With each attempt, Matt improved, and with each laugh or smile we shared, I felt us growing closer. The rink, the ice, the entire world outside, it all faded away, leaving just the two of us, spinning together in our own little universe.
After a few more rounds of spins and playfulness, Matt skated over to where I was catching my breath. His expression was curious, almost challenging, as he asked, "So, what's the hardest skating move you've ever done?"
I paused, thinking back to my competitive days when I pushed myself to the limit. There were a few moves that had taken me months to perfect, but one stood out above the rest - the triple Axel.
"Probably the triple Axel." I replied, a bit of nostalgia creeping into my voice. "It’s one of the most difficult jumps in figure skating, where you take off from one foot, do three and a half rotations in the air, and then land on the opposite foot."
Matt’s eyes widened a bit, clearly impressed. “Three and a half rotations? That sounds intense.”
I nodded, feeling a little flutter in my stomach. I hadn’t attempted a triple Axel in a long time. It was a move that required speed, precision, and an immense amount of control. I wasn’t sure if I could still do it, but a part of me was itching to try, especially with Matt watching.
"Do you think you could still pull it off?" he asked, his tone playful but genuinely curious.
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “There’s only one way to find out.”
I skated a bit further down the rink, getting into position. My heart was pounding, not just from the physical demand, but from the challenge I was about to set for myself. I took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of the ice beneath my blades, the cold air against my skin, and the memory of how it felt to soar through the air.
Matt watched intently from a few feet away, his presence both comforting and encouraging. I bent my knees slightly, gathering speed as I glided across the ice. My mind cleared, and all I could think about was the move, the jump, the landing.
As I approached the take off point, I sprang into the air, my body twisting in a haze of motion. The rotations came naturally, muscle memory taking over as I completed the three and a half spins. The ice rushed up to meet me, and for a brief, heart stopping moment, I wondered if I’d land it.
And then, I felt it - my blade slicing into the ice as I landed, a little unsteady but upright, the move complete.
I came to a stop, breathless and exhilarated, a huge grin spreading across my face. I did it. It wasn’t perfect, but I’d somehow managed to land the triple Axel after all this time.
Matt skated over, his expression a mix of awe and excitement. “That was amazing!” he exclaimed, his eyes bright. “You just. Wow.”
I laughed, still buzzing from the adrenaline. “I can’t believe I actually did it. It’s been so long.”
He shook his head, clearly impressed. “You’re incredible, you know that? Watching you on the ice, it’s like you’re in your element. You make it look so easy.”
His words sent a warm flush through me, and I felt a connection between us deepen even further. I hadn’t felt this alive in so long, and sharing this moment with Matt made it all the more special.
"Thanks, Matt," I said softly, meeting his gaze. "It feels good to be back on the ice, and to have someone to share it with."
He smiled, that genuine, heart warming smile that made me melt. Anytime" he replied.
We stood there for a moment, just enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment, the ice our only witness.
a/n: eeeeeee theyre so cute... just wait until next chapter is all im going to say
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misahyochaeng · 4 months ago
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“LUST.”
Dom!Chaeyoung x Sub!Reader 🔞
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tw: dom!chaeyoung, sub!reader, fwb, play flirting, praise, degradation, dry humping, fingering, pussy eating, chaeng is a munch…, overstimulation, fluff at the start, chaeng receives at one point, cum tasting, cannabis mention (it’s literally for one second idk why i’m giving a tw) NOT PROOFREAD!! :3
“How long till you get here”
Chaeyoungs voice croaked rather impatiently through your phone speaker, one of your hands on the steering wheel while the other hand held your cellphone steady.
“I’ll be there in five, be patient, hun.” You stated as you took the curve, the fingers on the steering wheel tapping in a short rhythm as you drove around the block.
You got to her apartment, knocking on her door, she was quick to answer.
“Hey,” she replied a bit shyly as she pulled you in for an embrace, arms snaking around your waist to slightly pinch and caress the skin.
Chaeyoung nuzzles into the crook of your neck, letting out a sigh as if all her worries were gone just by your mere warmth. “I missed you, Y/N.”
“I missed you too, Chaeng” You let out a soft smile, Chaeyoung nodded. “Come,”
She pulled you into her apartment by your wrist, taking you to her room, it was cozy, multiple lamps setting the ambience while snacks and stuffed animals laid out in arrange, the scent of a musky vanilla perfume evident in the air to cover up the harsh smell of cannabis in her room. You grew used to it—it reminded you of her.
You crashed onto the pile of stuffed animals on her bed, the snack bags crickling as you moved the bed, you missed this, you missed being with her.
Chaeyoung giggled at the sight of you face planted on all her plushies, some of them gifts you gave her. “Cute.” She scooted over next to your planked body, rubbing your back before pinching your sides in a teasing manner.
She turned on the TV as you stood up, you sat close to her, enjoying the body heat she admitted, maybe you were cold, our maybe you just wanted an excuse to touch her; you laid your head on her shoulder as she scrolled through the movie genres, a bit indecisive on what to choose.
After a rather long—and annoying— banter, you both settled on watching Mean Girls, it was old, but you both liked it enough to sit through the entire thing.
As the movie went on, you mostly talked, you hadn’t seen eachother for a while and even though the movie was interesting, you both could never shut up, so you guys went on and on about all the new things in eachothers life.
“There’s hasn’t been any thing interesting going on with me,” Chaeyoung mumbled as she spoke to you, a snickers bar in her mouth. “I really wanted to participate in this exhibition we had at my college though, but i was low on funds so they put me to babysit my cousins for a week.” A little downwards smile toyed at her lips.
“Really? How did that go? You always told me you were bad with kids.” You teased, pinching her arm that was touching you as you sat shoulder to shoulder, using that as a chance to sneak inbetween and lock arms with her. “Pshh, easy as hell, dude, I even had them asleep by 8pm sharp”
You fake gasped, your voice laced with sarcasm, “Oh woww, responsible lady, how attractive.” You put your hand on your cheek, faking a blush. “Now i’m wishing you were the mother to my children.”
“Oh, baby, i could be” Chaeyoung leaned close to your ear, her voice a bit husky as she teased back, her warm breath against your ear causing your body to flush ever so slightly. “Yeah? I mean if we try hard enough, it’s not impossible.” you joked, she slapped your thigh as she let out a giggle “Dumbass, bro, dumbass.”
As you both finally caught up, you sat in silence watching the movie, your body practically smushed against Chaeyoung as she had her hand on your thigh, you got to your favorite scene in the movie — the one where Regina gets hit by the bus, you both had a little inside joke were somehow you perfectly timed your joke with the crash and i’d somehow made the scene ten times funnier.— Chaeyoung smiled rather enthusiastically before turning to you. “This scene is always so interesting, considering the like ‘situation’ we had.” She smirked.
You nodded, “Yeah, but you wanna know what’s more interesting?” Chaeyoung tilted her head in question. “Your beautiful face, sweetheart, i could stare at it for hours.” you blew a kiss at her and she snorted, though you noticed a pink hue on her cheeks, cute.
“Oh shush, baby, we all know you’re the pretty one here.” She pinched your cheek before running her thumb over your bottom lip, her gaze staying on it for a little longer than usual. A shiver ran down your spine.
“Shut up..” Your cheeks grew evidently red, Chaeyoung had a large grin or her face knowing she was pushing your buttons. “Ohh? Is someone blushing i see? Cutieee” You smacked her hand out of your face as you pouted. “Brooo, fuck off.” You rolled your eyes as she chuckled, landing a soft peck on your cheek. “Is that better? Do you forgive me now?”
You hummed for a second, “Maybe i need another one, maybeee a little more convincing, yknow those lips are so pretty i can’t help myself.” You teased again as you puckered your lips towards her, a loud laugh coming from the both of you. “You find my lips pretty?” She pointed at them with a smile.
You got closer as you nodded, “Yeah, but they’d be prettier if i felt them against mine, kissing you.”
There was a silence; the movie stopped playing.
Chaeyoung gulped before looking into your eyes with a completely different look than before “Do you want to?”
The silent and tense atmosphere in the room was thick.
You sighed out of nervousness. “Maybe.” You played it off, trying to not make it obvious that your heart might just be beating out of your chest.
You both sat there, waiting for someone to make a woke, that was when she pulled you onto her lap, hand on your cheek as she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours, a small hum in pleasure leaving her lips. You kissed back, hands roaming her shoulders and neck as your kisses speeded up little by little, the need growing more and more. “You taste so good” Chaeyoung mumbled against you as she ran her hand up and down your back and sides, going up your shirt.
You grinded on her lazily, she bit your bottom lip as you rubbed yourself on her lap, the heat in your pussy growing further. “Fuck—Chaeng.” You whined. “Yeah pretty girl, you like this?” Her breath hitched, the sight infront of her could simply make her cum untouched; she bit her lip out of lust as she pressed you down harder, letting you dry hump on her lap.
She guided your pace with her hands by your hips, her lips curled into a smirk as she looked at all the pretty faces you made, pressing you down a little harder whenever she wanted a certain noise to be louder, you grew impatient, needing more than just clothed friction. “Baby, please” You whined and you moved your hips endlessly, the sound of clothes shifting and the bed creaking echoed through the loft. “What do you need?” Chaeyoung replied breathlessly before latching onto your neck with a small whine, her spit coating your skin as she left dark purple bruises from the corner of your neck down to your collarbone. “Tell me.”
You bucked your hips, a gasp escaping your mouth as she shifted you, pressing you down on her thigh “Fuck—touch me, baby, please.” She giggled quietly, her hand trailed down your body, stopping right at your center. “Here, love?” Her middle and ring finger ran up and down your slight in figure-eights, the pace of her fingers was painfully slow—too slow, you needed more. “Please, inside..”
“You’re so cute.” She slid off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your bare underwear before she practically ripped those off too, she grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look at her as she slowly began inserting her fingers inside your wet cunt.
Your mouth opened in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed as your grip on her grew tighter, a shaky whine leaving your lips, you closed your eyes. “Oh you poor thing, you’re so wet.” Chaeyoung faked pity, a small pout as she saw the state you were in, “Only for you, baby.” you said inbetween moans, your humping matching the pace of her fingers inside you, earning more stimulation. “Good girl.”
You let out a loud moan at the sudden praise, muffling your noises in the crook of her neck. Your walls clenched around the length of her fingers, she was knuckle deep inside you and your pussy slick dripped down to her front of her hand, palm rubbing against your clit.
“You close, baby? such a good fucking girl for me, right?” She ran her fingers through your hair as she kept the pace she was at, curling her fingers to hit even deeper than she already was before. You nodded, pussy swallowing her fingers whole as you moved your hips at the new pace she set, “Cum for me.” Chaeyoung said inbetween gritted teeth, her thrusts more aggressive than before, your back arching as you threw your head back, losing the shame and moaning loudly.
You went limp on her body as she pulled you up, “Come here.” she grabbed you by the neck, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, aggressive breaths and guttural moans leaving her mouth as you exchange saliva, teeth clashing before she nipped at your bottom lip. Her hands traced down again, rubbing lazy circles on your clit, you moaned into her mouth.
With a swift motion, she layed on you on your back, body crashing into the load on pillows and plushies behind you, she crawled on top, kisses going from your lips, to your cheeks, to your jaw, and finally latching onto your neck. A loud whimper escaped your lips as she pressed her lips to the curve where your jaw met your neck, a shiver running down your spine as your breath hitched “There, right there, baby—fuck.” She bit down and sucked “There?” you tilted your head to give her more access “Mhm—shit, don’t fucking stop!”
She pulled off, a whine in protest leaving your lips, she began kissing down your body, from your neck to your collarbone, paying attention to your tits for a couple minutes before going to your waistband, stopping right below your pussy. “Can i?” Your legs were now rest on her shoulders, her beady eyes—so cute yet so filled with need and lust— looking up at you. “Please,” your voice cracked ever so slightly. She giggled.
She licked your slit at a speed that left you impatient, her eyes rolled back at the taste of your cunt, she hummed. You whined as you pushed her head into your center, she hissed, “Greedy, bitch” she spit on your pussy, two times to be exact, her warm spit dripped down your pussy, mixing with your slit. She dipped back in.
You ran her fingers through her jet black hair as your hips moved against her tongue, clit brushing her nose as she slurped and licked, vile noises leaving her lips. “Taste so fucking good, baby” you screamed her nap, she spit on your pussy again. Her tongue went from your clit, down to your slit, tongue going into your pussy to go back to pay attention to your clit again.
She slapped your thigh as inched you closer, using her nose at the same time, she ate you out as if you were her last meal, groans leaving her mouth at every taste of you, you were addicting and she couldn’t get enough.
She slapped your thigh, you yelped as she fucked you endlessly, “Baby, please don’t stop.” your eyebrows furrowed as you locked eyes with her, the sight making your pussy clench and grow even wetter, your slick dripping down her chin, coating her face. “You’re such a good girl, baby. My good girl, right?” she stuck her tongue on and licked you up, her heavy breaths making the scene even lewder “Your good girl, baby, only yours.” She spit again, your back arched and you jolted, throwing your head back, “Please!”
“Yeah? please what, slut.” she spit again, lapping you up aggressively before she landed a harsh slap on your pussy. “Cum—cum! Let me cum please!” you moaned with a guttural groan, voice cracking as it became hoarse, begging like your life depended on it, you needed release.
“Cum for me, whore.” she went deeper and rougher than before, your vision blurred as your eyes watered, coming undone for her, your body jolted; her tongue lapping up over and over as she tasted your sweet and tangy come, eyes rolling back and a heavy groan in pleasure leaving her mouth once she got to taste it.
“Gosh.”
She didn’t let you catch your breath, she dipped back in, sucking even harder than before, the tip of her nose practically in your pussy, nose bridge going up and down on your clit, she breathed heavily as she pulled you close. “Baby, i can’t- too much.” your legs—that were wrapped around her nape— began shaking uncontrollably, hands going to grip her black colored bedsheets “Yeah? too much, baby? Take it. Take it like the good fucking girl you are.” She stuck her tongue in deeper, tasting your juices as you finally came again.
And she dipped in again..
And again…
And again….
She pulled apart from your swollen cunt, a string of spit and slick attached from her lip to your pussy, her lips were a glistening in pussy; tinted from the amount of sucking she was doing.
She locked eyes with you, a kind of look that had need, a physical need, she wanted every single last bit of you, yet you were all worn out. You sat up, pouting your lips for a kiss, which was happily reciprocated.
She giggled against your lips, her hands slowly caressing your sides as you discreetly began laying her down on her back, your body resting on top of her now.
You kissed down her body, lifting her shirt up and kissing her abdomen, the muscles flexing at every sloppy kiss you left on her abs. “Good girl, baby.” Chaeyoung replied, her voice croaking with a husky tone. You kissed the waistband of her boxers, which had a soaking wet patch right in her center, her pussy aroused just by your moans. You kissed her through the fabric before taking the boxers off with your teeth.
“Eat it, baby, eat my pussy like the good girl you are.” she said with despair before you dipped in, lazily lapping her up, eyes closed as you played with the flesh on her thigh, her voice high pitched as she moaned and praised you non stop. Her moans were a symphony to you, your jaw sore as you lapped her up fast, “Needy fucking bitch.” she moaned as she humped your face, pushing your face towards her pussy, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
You stuck your fingers inside her pussy as you ate her out, humming in delight as you fucked her nonstop, she pulled your hair as she arched her back, cunt clenching on your fingers. “Close, baby, gonna cum on your tongue, whore. Take my fucking cum, bitch”
With a scream she came undone on your tongue, pulling you up to kiss you and taste herself on your lips.
“Gosh i can’t get enough of you.”
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sunflowerwinds · 6 months ago
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summary: the campfire causes a tension between you and abby. aquarium day causes you to be honest with how you feel about either girls.
pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
word count: 3.7K
contains: mature language, joel supremacy, ellie being the cutest there is, reader again being so indecisive (last time i swear), more inaccurate portrayals of camps but this is MY story :)
a/n: school has been kicking my ass already. i cranked this out for you lovelies <3 i hope all of you enjoy!!!
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Approaching the circle of kids around the campfire, Jesse was hovering over a few kids to make sure they were a reasonable distance from the flames, Steve and Robin were messily hounding down an extra-large s’more concoction, Abby carefully helping a few kids with the placement of their marshmallows, Ellie strumming away at her guitar singing ‘Black Bird’ and Dina softly humming along with some of her kids was a sight to behold. You even spotted a bunch of the campers with smears of chocolate and melted marshmallows on their cheeks and chins.
You had told Joel that you were going to be taking a ‘nap’ so that he could watch over your kids for a bit. In reality, you had just wanted some secluded alone time with your phone; texting your anxious dads that you were in fact not dead. You had a comfortable thin sweater over your tank top, the neckline slightly hanging off of your shoulder. You made eye contact with a soft singing Ellie and her lips stretched into a small smile.
You couldn’t believe that you were even considering yearning for Ellie for another summer or letting yourself find comfort in Abby.
What snapped you out of it was Abby, waving you over to the space next to her on the log. You send her a small smile at the tall blonde, making your way over. Your tennis shoes crunch under the twigs and fallen leaves as you clasp your hands behind your back.
“Wow, you kept your promise.” You tease as you seat yourself next to her.
Abby chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m very trustworthy.”
“Well, now I know. I’m still holding you for helping me prank Ellie later.” You point a finger at her accusingly.
Abby held one of her fingers in front of her mouth as she glanced around at the campers.
“Don’t mention the ‘p’ word. We don’t want to have another ‘bubbles’ incident.” Abby lightly chuckled.
You wince as you know she was right. As far as you could tell, the campers weren’t even close to thinking about pulling a prank. Well, not close to pulling a prank on you which you could live with. If it was any of the boys, you could definitely live with that.
“Can I ask you something?” Abby whispers.
You try to ignore Ellie’s singing to tune into what Abby is about to say.
“Yeah, what’s up?” You grin kindly.
“I don’t want to make assumptions or read into anything but,” Abby sucked in a deep breath, scratching at the back of her neck. “Is there… anything at all going on between you and Ellie?”
You froze your itching at your sleeve, every muscle in your body becoming tighter.
“Not that I know of,” you joke, trying to recover from how tense you got.
Abby weakly chuckled. “Right, yeah. I don’t know. I just assumed if you guys really aren’t, can I take you somewhere when the kids leave for the weekend to get more clothes? You don’t have to but I don’t know. I feel like you’ve been… hitting on me?”
Was she really doing this right now? You don’t deny the flirting but why didn’t she ask you once you two were alone?
“Can I think about it?” You respond quickly.
Abby noticeably falters at your unsure response but attempts to her disappointment. You swore you saw a slight twitch in her eyebrow.
“Yeah, of course.”
Before you could formulate an apology, Ellie finished up Black Bird and looked around with a sheepish grin as everyone clapped and cheered. Robin and you snapped your fingers as if you were at a poetry slam, cheeky grins on your faces.
“Sing ‘Time In A Bottle’” Dina suggests, glancing over at you.
You agree as that song is so beautiful to you. Dina knew this as did everyone you ever had the opportunity to speak to. Ellie’s eyes, too, pointed at you. She shakes her head playfully as she clears her throat, adjusting the guitar strings a bit.
“Okay everybody, this is the last song of the night then it’s straight to bed.” Joel walked around the large circle, making sure every child heard his words.
There were a few whines of ‘no’ and ‘just a few more songs’ but the stubborn man put his foot down. Ellie told them all that she was going to be playing again in two nights so she’ll play more songs then. They all seemed to agree for the most part. You clasped your hands together, leaning forward on your elbows and resting them on your upper thighs. The nails of your thumbs brushed past your bottom lip as you listened to the soft strum of the acoustic.
Every lyric settled into your chest as Ellie repeatedly made sure your attention was on her. Her eyes were focused on you, only leaving yours for a few seconds at a time through the duration of the gentle song. It was clear that the tune had romantic undertones which had you more than overwhelmed at her intense eye contact. It didn’t help that Abby’s larger shoulder was pressing into your own, the contact not helping with your nerves.
Were they aware that there were kids around?
The night ended with a final strum of her guitar, blinking out of the trance her voice put you in. Everyone clapped and attempted for the second time to convince Joel to let them stay up a bit longer but he wouldn’t budge.
“No, no more whining ev’rybody. Time to hit the hay,” Joel shook his head and motioned for all the campers to stand up.
With shuffles of tennis shoes on the grass and dirt, you, too, stood up on your feet, wiping your sweaty palms on your shorts. You made your way over to Ellie carefully adjusting the strings of the guitar. She glanced up at you for a second, smiling small. You had missed Abby’s longing gaze before following her campers back to their cabin, too distracted by the auburn-haired girl to notice the blonde.
“Hey, did you like the song?” Ellie questioned knowingly.
“Eh, a little pitchy at some parts,” you jokingly critique.
“I never said I was a professional singer,” Ellie was quick to snap back, clearing her throat. “You, uh, excited for tomorrow?”
You nod as you had already forgotten that tomorrow the camp was going on a tour of an aquarium that was about an hour away from camp. You were a bit of a fanatic of the butterfly exhibit and Ellie knew this. She got a photo of you on the Polaroid every year beaming at the fluttering insects.
“I am, yeah.”
You knew you were beaming after your response, clasping your hands behind your back and practically bouncing on the soles of your feet.
“It’s very… fitting, you know?” Ellie added with a small grin on her face.
You furrow your brows at her words.
“What is?” You question.
“You loving the aquarium. It’s very princess-like of you,” Ellie added but she avoided your gaze, feeling ashamed to admit that.
“Wow. Princess-like?” You sarcastically quipped before Ellie started letting out a string of ‘neverminds’.
“Forget I even said anything,” Ellie rushed out, standing up from the log to grab the pail of water that the camp used to put out the fire.
You reached for her arm as she carefully poured the lake water over the logs, dampening them and watching the fire die down slowly. Now only a porch light from a cabin and the beautiful moon lit up your faces. Your fingers lightly grip onto her wrist to tug her towards you.
“I thought it was sweet.” You say seriously, hoping she wouldn’t refrain from cute compliments anymore.
Not to sound like a conceited bitch but you soared through the sky when you got compliments, especially from Ellie.
“Well, I can’t help the truth,” Ellie slyly states.
You pressed your lips into a thin line, watching Ellie kick up the dirt from underneath the grass. Ellie could be cocky, a little irritating but when she got like this, it made you feel like maybe your crush on her is reciprocated.
“You want to partner up tomorrow?” You offer, releasing her wrist and fiddling with your sleeves.
Ellie, finally, turned her neck to look you in your eyes, eyebrows shooting up. Joel usually randomly chose partners but you were going to ask him right after this if he could make an exception just this once.
“Yeah. I’d like that,” her smile widened ever so slightly, one of her hands grasping onto the strap of the guitar.
“Okay, cool,” you let out a smitten chuckle, rocking on your heels.
A couple of crickets chirped in the unseen of the grass, causing you to snap out of your weird behavior.
“I gotta go and put the guitar up in the arts cabin but I’ll see you first thing tomorrow, okay?” Ellie double-checked with you, grinning adorably.
“Bright and early, Els,” you confirmed.
Ellie gave you one last nod before trudging in the distance to the cabin. You let out a breath before practically sprinting off to the complete opposite side of the camp to the main office where Joel usually would be at this time of night, prepping for the next day. You run up the wooden steps to the front door, raising your fist to knock on the screen door.
You hear a muffled ‘come in’, pulling the screen the door open to open the beaten down wooden door. There Joel was sitting at a desk with a pair of thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his strong nose as he scribbled on sheets of paper. He looked up over the rim of the glasses, waiting for you to say something.
“Hi. I’m sorry to bother you right now but I have a question,” you cleared your throat, scratching at your arm.
“Is somethin’ wrong?” He questioned, setting his pencil down.
“No, um, everything is perfectly okay. I just have a favor to ask,” you awkwardly chuckled.
“Okay…” Joel sounded hesitant but urged you to just spit it out.
“If it's not too much trouble, could Ellie and I be paired up tomorrow for the aquarium?” You could feel your face heating up at how middle school this all felt.
Joel raised a brow at you before he picked his pencil back up and pointed the eraser end at where you were standing from across the table.
“Are you and Ellie datin’?”
Your eyes bugged out of your head before you shook your head slowly. What the hell?
“Really?” He pressed once more, seeming to not believe you.
“Yes, really,” you emphasized. Joel just stares at you without moving as you continue your explanation. “We just wanted to partner up and I was hoping you could make an exception. Do we seem like we’re together?”
At this point, Joel had his rough hands up in the air at your reaction to his question. You were, in your defense, becoming very defensive over the initial question.
“Alright, alright. I was just confused is all,” Joel shook his head.
“I just want to make it clear,” you add on before shutting your mouth.
“I know. I’ll… pair your groups up. No goofing around though.”
You nod to assure him even though you knew you and Ellie would be attached to the hip. You quietly thank him before leaving the cabin with one last ‘goodnight’ to Joel.
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Hopping off of the suffocatingly humid bus, you took in the entrance of the aquarium with jittery excitement in your veins. You waited by the side of the bus for each of your campers to step down, holding a hand out for those who needed the support.
Once all of your friends and their campers got off the other buses, you had to round up your and Ellie’s group to get all of the all-day tour bracelets. It isn’t as packed as it was last summer but there was still a decent amount of families there to enjoy the experience of the aquatic life.
You wave sadly across the way to Robin and Steve who, to no surprise at all, were partnered up. Steve pretended to cry without your presence and you simply mouthed ‘dramatic’ before they disappeared into a different entrance to the aquarium.
“Okay everyone,” Ellie raised her voice. as she spoke to your mixed group of campers. “A few rules before we go in. One; please do not wander on your own. Two; if you need to use the bathroom, let either of us know and one of us will go with you to make sure you don’t get lost. Three; with the few cameras we were given, do not have the flash on because the animals are sensitive to them and we don’t want to hurt them, right?”
A string of ‘no Miss Ellie’ rang in the air which caused you to bite back a smile. Seeing her be such a natural leader made her weirdly more attractive to you.
“I didn’t think so. Let’s go inside everyone. Single file.”
Ellie’s own satisfied smile spread onto her face as she clapped her hands together before motioning everyone to follow the two of you. You nudged her with your shoulder with a small smile before standing back to walk behind the group to make sure no one wandered off.
As much as you wanted to be paired up, you sort of forgot how much time you weren’t going to spend with each other. It constantly left your mind that you were at a summer camp for children; not someplace to find a girlfriend.
It was interesting regardless of all of the facts about a variety of sea creatures. You felt like an impatient child wanting to get to the tour, fiddling with your camera. You watched as the kids all took turns using the camera to take photos of the stingrays before they fed them.
The excited gasps and squeals of the children made your heart grow tenfold as they dropped the food into the mouths of the stingrays.
“Guys, be careful, okay? Don’t put your hands all the way in, please.” You hurry out, anxiety flooding through your veins at how slightly careless they were being.
You didn’t want to have an incident like last summer when embarrassingly enough, you allowed a small boy to leave your eyeliner and he fell directly into the small pool. Thankfully, he wasn’t injured but his mother was not happy to hear this. You got screamed at by an angry mother when she was told by Joel about the accident. Of course, you took the blame but Steve had been your partner at the time and took the fall for you.
“Can I eat this?” A little girl with big hazel eyes asked you as she held up the stingray's food to you.
“Uh, no, sweetheart. That’s for the stingrays. It wouldn’t be tasty.” You shake your head.
The girl's smile falters as she glances at the food in her hand and then back up at you. She looked uneasy. It didn’t take long before it clicked in your head that she already had eaten a bit of it. You let out a soft sigh, bending down to her height.
“You already ate some, didn’t you?”
Ashamed, she slowly nods her head and avoids your gaze. You weren’t sure what would happen to her but you were assuming and hoping her body would reject it or she would just poop it out.
“Well, if you feel like you’re going to throw up or need to use the bathroom, let me or Miss Ellie know, okay?” You whisper to her, rubbing her back to ease her.
She nods one more time before walking back to the feeding area, giving the rest of the food to the awaiting animals. Ellie makes her way over to you, folding her arms and motioning to the sweet child.
“What happened?”
“She, uh, ate some of the stingray’s food.” You wince at your words.
Ellie’s eyebrows shoot up as she turns her head to stare at you with disbelief. She raises her palm over her mouth to hide her cheeky grin. You roll your eyes as you nudge her shoulder, quietly telling her to ‘shut up’. It had taken everything in you to not laugh initially when the poor girl had told you.
“You better hope we don’t have another insane mom on our hands when she finds out about this,” she teases with a soft grin.
“If you care about me, you’ll take the fall for me like Steve did last year,” you shrug your shoulders, keeping a good eye on the group.
There was a moment of silence that made you turn to Ellie. Her eyes were wide with admiration but she avoided your gaze like the plague when she realized that you were staring right back at her. A blooming fire rose to her pale freckled cheeks as she scratched behind her ear.
“I definitely care about you more than Steve does,” Ellie muttered angrily which caused you to giggle at her, leaning your head on her shoulder.
You were a fool not to notice her immediately tensing when you did so, side-eyeing the slope of your nose and the length of your lashes. Everything in you wanted to stand here forever, listening to the pattern of Ellie’s breathing.
“Is someone jealous?” You playfully tease.
Ellie scoffed before she confidently stated: “Yeah, I’m jealous of a guy who runs around in 3-inch inseam shorts and crop tops.”
“Hey, he’s bringing the 80’s fashion back and flawlessly.” You defend your friend.
Ellie paused for a moment before nodding slowly in agreement. As much as you did love Steve and who he is, you couldn’t even imagine being with him. Maybe if you were to get married when you both turned 40 and neither of you were with anyone but you were 99% sure he and Robin had already solidified that pact.
You could only imagine being with the freckled girl whose shoulder you're resting on. You have imagined it for the past three years. Quite vividly, you might add.
“C’mon. It’s time to move on to the smaller fishes,” Ellie leaned her head to yours, the skin of her cheek pressing up against your temple.
You hold back a disappointed sigh and lift your head from her clothed shoulder. After calling after the children one by one, name after name, everyone walked through a tunnel that was illuminated by a soft blue hue between the crevices of the dark walkway. The cylinder cases of fishes swimming freely amongst the probably fake coral and rocks.
You hear a few gasps as someone points out a clownfish and blue tang swimming amongst one another.
“It’s Marlin, Nemo, and Dory!” Beth exclaimed with a bright smile, pointing at the fish swimming above.
“They aren’t real. It’s from a movie,” Carter snarks, folding his pale arms across his chest.
Vanessa practically snapped her neck to give Carter a dirty look. “Umm, I see them right there.”
You pursed my lips to push back the laughter that was threatening to come out. Girlhood at its finest.
You, too, watched as they swam circles around one another, channeling their excitement for the fish. It didn’t take long before you heard a shutter come from next to you.
You side-eye the freckled girl and immediately tell her ‘no’.
“‘No’ what?” She questions as she is very openly holding up the film camera to you.
You hold back your eye roll before raising your brows at her: “‘No’ means ‘no photos’, Els.”
“But you look pretty,” was her only response back as she snapped another of you appearing rather smiley.
Who were you to blame for your cheeks hurting from the terrifying grin on your face? The girl you swore up and down that you were getting over.
“Just make sure you get my good side,” you give in embarrasingly easy.
“All of your sides are good. You’re the most annoyingly photogenic person I know,” Ellie teases, sounding pissed off but you knew the intent behind her words.
“It is really hard being perfect,” you sigh playfully.
“Yeah, yeah,” Ellie shook her head but didn’t stop with the photo-taking.
While you were having photos being taken non-stop, you thought about how exhilarating having Ellie praise you this way shamelessly. You also believed this was exactly why everyone thought the two of you were dating.
“Alright, enough. Your turn,” you reach for the camera but Ellie pulls back.
“Fuck no,” Ellie says quickly but covered her mouth to look at the children who were staring at the fish in awe.
“Fuck yes,” you repeat.
After a small struggle, you were able to pry the camera from Ellie’s hands to point the lens right at her blue-lit face. She immediately began to put her palms over the camera, pleading for you to not take the photos.
You couldn’t even understand why Ellie hated photos when she, too, was insanely photogenic.
“Let me take one. Please?” You aim the camera away from her face for a moment.
Ellie was clearly hesitant but the second she heard the ‘please’ come from your sweet lips, she knew she couldn’t say ‘no’ to you. She would do anything for that ‘please’.
“One.” She reaffirmed her statement, holding up her pointer finger.
“Just one. Maybe two,” you rushed out that last part of the sentence before aiming the lens at her.
Before Ellie could protest, you took a photo of the pretty freckled girl pointing at the fishes. Her jaw was tilted ever so slightly and her smile was small but she was a perfect vision. You needed this sight stamped permanently into your brain.
You knew you were telling Abby that you couldn’t go out with her. You were kidding yourself with Abby. She was more of a friend and you knew that now more than ever.
The only problem now was when the hell were you going to get the guts to tell her?
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angelsheartts · 11 months ago
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hiii idk if requests are open so either have this as a silly little thought or a request <33
lucifer and (ideally gn/male) reader have been flirting for a little while and then one day lucifer finally asks reader out, but they reject him
he’s super confused thinking he may have misunderstood their whole dynamic until he overhears reader telling someone at the hotel the reason he rejected lucifer is because reader feels like lucifer would never be able to love them as much as he loved lilith/doesnt want lucifer to use them as a rebound
overall i was hoping for hurt/comfort but whatever rows your boat, love your stories and i hope to see more of them in the future !! have an amazing day <3
.° ༘ THE OTHER WOMAN ᝰ.ᐟ .
#pairing: lucifer, x gn reader.
#cw: angst, fear of being the second choice, lucifers backstory with lilith, starting something new, accepting that relationships come to an end, happy ending 'cause im not that mean hehe (at least not yet).
#note: I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM, i haven’t wrote any angst in my blog BUUUT i love it, this request is mwuah.
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everyone at the hazbin hotel knew that lucifer had been courting you for the past few months, everyone except you.
or, well, that’s what the sinners at the hotel thought, at least. you obviously knew that the king of hell had been flirting with you, and at the beginning, you almost fell head over heels for him, until indecisive thoughts started to fill your head.
"was he REALLY flirting with you?", "why would he still be wearing his WEDDING ring if he had been flirting with you?", "will he ever LOVE you like he loved lilith?", "will his daughter even ACCEPT your relationship?"
as soon as those thoughts started appearing, you started distancing yourself from the fallen angel, sadly for lucifer he had already started to get the courage to officially ask you out on a date.
the king of hell wasn’t an idiot; he noticed how you started to make up excuses to not talk to him alone or how you weren’t really responding to his flirting anymore, but decided to be stubborn and brush those thoughts off.
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as soon as you received a text from lucifer saying he would pick you up around eight, you knew he was planning something, and as soon as you saw him all dressed up, nicely done hair and his prideful smile showing on his face, you knew what was coming, but who were you to not appreciate his efforts? if you knew that it was going to end someday, why wouldn’t you enjoy the moment? yes, you were being a fool for accepting his offer, but having a tiny crush on him wouldn’t hurt you, right?
after having a nice and really luxurious meal at a restaurant in hell, lucifer guided you to an actually peaceful spot where you could see all of the pride ring. ironic. who would even think that hell has a peaceful place, one where you should feel relieved, but why weren’t you feeling that way? was it because you knew what was to come?
"(name), is everything alright?" lucifer interrupted your thoughts with his angelic voice, or could you say demonic? at the end of the day, he was still an angel, just a fallen one. "mmh? yeah, i was just..lost in my thoughts i guess" you answered, admiring his glowing red eyes shining in the dark. "oh, okay" he said, letting a nervous laugh come out. "i think there is something i need to tell you, (name)" lucifer said, this time his voice had a serious tone. "i thought that after lilith I couldn’t get to love again, but heavens was i wrong. i had the chance to get to know you this past months, and…you've changed my life in that short time." he started, giving a sincere smile "would you want to be my partner?" he asked, fidgeting with his fingers as you stared at him.
oh, well, that question made you nauseous. "i-, i don’t think i want that, lucifer" ouch, that hurt his pride."I think it’s time for me to go, i’m sorry" you said in a quiet tone, standing up and leaving him there, and as much as you didn’t wanted to look back, you did, but the only thing you could see was lucifer in the same position as when you stood, this time though, he was hugging his knees staring at the view you both were looking at just a few minutes ago.
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since his confession about his feelings towards you, he hasn’t been in the hotel, and the cast started to suspect that it has to do with the date you had with him. charlie was the most preoccupied, since she had been the one to encourage his dad to finally ask you out. she tried texting his dad to ask him about your response, but the king of hell just responded with a "it didn’t go as planned, but don’t worry about it, char-char."
after that text charlie obviously knew that his father was feeling bad about whatever happened that night, and would isolate himself from the others, so for her attempts to not let that happened she kind of tricked you into visiting him, she asked you about the date, and since you kind of lied to her by telling her that the date went as normal as a date should go, she then answered by saying something along the lines of "if that’s so, would you mind reminding him that he needs to come to the hotel?"
you could write lucifer a text message telling him to come to the hotel, but since you literally ran away that night, you forgot that your cellphone was laying somewhere near to where you both were sitting, so yeah, you did in fact lost it.
-
going to his mansion was a really weird feeling, what can you even say after rejecting someone? would he even open the door? as you were lost in your thoughts again, you heard the front door open, and as you made your way into his house it wasn’t really hard to find his bedroom.
as you knocked before opening the door, the first thing you noticed was how lucifer had his bedsheet covering him, it made you smile since you noticed how charlie did that too, so you could guess she got that from her father.
there was a silence as you both stared at eachother, until lucifer decided to interrupt the silence. "i-, i-i’m sorry about what happened, i think i might had misunderstood our relationship" he confessed, his messy hair and dark eye bags made you worried "it’s okay lucifer, and about that night..there is still something i haven’t told you about my answer" you declared, making him look at you with such hopeful eyes, oh hell, how can such a prideful fallen angel have so much faith in what you were going to say. "i said I didn’t want to take it further, since i still believe your heart belongs to lilith, and because of that i thought that rejecting you would be the best option." he opened his eyes at the mention of his past lover. "but, me and lilith haven’t been dating since seven years, (name) what me and her had is long gone" he reassured you, while signaling you to sit on his bed, the king bed who looked so comfy yet so empty. "lilith still is an important person in my heart, she has been with me since beginning of humanity and is the mother of my daughter, but the persons who’s my heart belongs now is you, my love" after hearing those words you could feel your eyes fill with tears, of course lilith was gonna be an important person in his life, but why would that stopped you from being in his heart as well, were you being selfish all this time? wanting to be the only person who’s important to him?
"and, this time i haven’t been at the hotel, i thought about why you said no, and i think i may have noticed something" he said, getting out of his bedsheets and caressing your face, you could feel your face burn at his touch, yeah, you really have missed him, "you were always staring at my wedding ring, weren’t you?" he asked looking at you with a glum face, yes, you do recall looking at his wedding ring while he looked at you with loving eyes, the ring that made you doubt so much about his feelings towards you, "i was a fool for wearing my ring while flirting with you, and if my ring has made you have those doubts about our relationship, you should know that i had decided to take it off" after hearing those words, you noticed that he was right, you haven’t noticed until now, you didn’t feel that cold ring against your face. "and if you still willing to try, i’m sure that soon enough i will be using a ring who will be showing who my heart really belongs to"
"that’s so cheesy" you answered chuckling, you tried to jokingly ignore the fact that he just said he would propose you, because if you took it serious you were sure that your face would be as red as the famous apple, actually, you were sure that if he offered you the 'fruit' you would have accepted, wait, were you even thinking about a fruit? but anyways your angel needed reassurance from you, that in fact, you liked his cheesy words. "yes, i still want to have you in my afterlife, lucifer" "well, if that’s my future’s wife/husband wish, then, who am i to object?" the fallen angel winked at you before starting to teasingly kiss your whole face, the moment he started doing this, you noticed something you didn’t thought you could, you felt like his first option, not just a rebound.
and yes , it will be a long journey until he really overcomes his past relationship with lilith, but since he's willing to do as much for you as you would do for him, you both will soon overcome your fears of past experiences.
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zombholic · 1 year ago
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I needddd more modern Abby relationship au
[your wish is my command, kinda like twisted it up so like … 😔🙌🏽]
MODERN AU — abby anderson
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• she would definitely really be into gaming when she has free time, a couple of posters and figurines of her favorite video game characters.
• abby met you in high school but yall never spoke because of two completely different social status’, abby was the captain on her ice hockey team and you only hung out with 3 people, you were social but just never liked anyone.
• you would definitely visit the ice skating rink while there was practice whenever it was scorching hot day, it was always cool there.
• abby would notice you from time to time but mind you she was straight in high school, she thought it was normal to imagine making out with girls.
• abby thought it was completely normal staring at you in your tight shorts that were so close to being dress coded was normal, nothing else … right?
• college rolled around and you both attended the same university, she was focused on getting her degree in civil engineering ( @atomicami ) while you were there more for the college experience always switching majors because you’re very indecisive.
• you would constantly see that girl at every party you went to, she was definitely very popular while you stayed keeping to yourself and your 3 friends.
• at one party you got a little too rowdy since it was a halloween party and the music was just feeling too good not to feel cocky for once (escapism was def playing.)
• you had your drink in one hand dancing around, finally feeling yourself for once until your turned around too quickly causing you to crash into that blonde who was built like a fucking brick wall you drink falling on the both of you.
“What the fuck!” She shouted through the loud music booming throughout the house “I’m so sorry! let me help you!” You grabbed her hand and lead her to the bathroom where the music faded in the background when the door shut.
You grabbed the hand towel that was hanging by the mirror and quickly started pat her dry “I’m so sorry dude, i’ll buy you a new costume.” She couldn’t keep her eyes off of you for some reason.
“No, it’s fine. Hey didn’t we go to high school together?” She sparked up a conversation, you nodded to her response “Yeah, it’s like I saw you all the time but we never talked.” You giggled while she had a small smile creeping on her face.
• after that day she asked for you number and you guys talked to each other 24/7 she basically became your best friend.
• you two would hangout at her apartment all the time playing Minecraft together, you would give her Minecraft flowers while she was there tryna survive.
• the relationship between you two was always so flirty and touchy, you hated when anyone would touch you or even show you affection but when it was Abby you swore you melted every time.
• whenever you two went anywhere together that had a lot of people she kept her arm wrapped around your waist securely, didn’t want your little ass running off.
• one day at her apartment it was in the middle of the night and you guys had the zoomies, running around the apartment and play fighting.
“Your punches feel like pebbles being thrown at me.” Abby teased before grabbing your wrists with one hand and twisting them behind your back.
“Abby that fucking hurts you slut!” You and Abby always have been rough with each other ever since you became friends, don’t know why though?
“Slut? Did you call me a slut you weirdo.” She hollered as she threw you over her shoulder and slapped your ass so hard you almost cried but the wetness in your panties said something else. “You slap too fucking hard can you don’t you fucking buffalo built bitch.” You returned the favor and slapped her ass back.
Abby sat you down on the kitchen counter as she stood between your legs “You’re so annoying.” She teased with a stupid cocky grin that you wanted to kiss slap off her face, you rolled your eyes at her.
“What’re you doing for Valentine’s day?” You tilted your head looking up at her through your lashes, god every time you looked at her like that her stomach twisted in so many ways. “Why? tryna ask me out?” You pushed her shoulder playfully you tried to hide the little smile that was forming on your face.
“You’re gross no, I wanted to know so we can make each other baskets.” You and Abby had started this cute tradition with each other whenever a special holiday came around rather it be halloween, birthday or valentines day or even if one of you guys were feeling yall would make comfort baskets for each other.
“I wish we could hang that day but I gotta date.” You felt your whole body tense up, sitting up straight you swallowed thickly “With who? you’re like supposed to tell me everything.” You farrowed your brows, crossing your arms over your chest.
• she went on a fucking date with nora, your felt your heart ache so painfully when you saw her insta story with her and nora kissing with the caption “prettiest first date 💟”
• lets say you started avoiding her like the plague, you basically went no contact with her, didn’t block her you just muted her on everything.
• abby was genuinely so heartbroken that her best friend was avoiding her, every since valentines day she just couldn’t seem to ever see you again. even on days where she would usually see you in your spot you weren’t there, like you vanished off the face of the earth.
• god she blowed up your phone like crazy it physically pained you to avoid her but you refused to be the best friend who has feelings while shes in a relationship, you couldn’t do that to her.
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authors note — god forbid i make a happy fucking story 😔🙌🏽
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spiceseal · 5 months ago
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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚
October 3. Prompt: Handjob Modern Au!Sanji x Gender Neutral!Reader
Pronouns: You/yours
Credit for the Prompt. Kinktober 2024 @absurdthirst Ivy's Mashup List 2024 Word Count: 1738 Includes: Modern Au/ College Au/ Domestic Au?? Sanji is not a virgin but It's his first real relationship so the reader makes him nervous. Kissing and touching. handjob,, Sanji is flustered and a Dominant Reader. They live together. Reader takes a break from mid-term studying to take care of him. food was mentioned briefly but not much. some cursing and begging. Sanji is a little desperate. One pet name (babe), I think. They do mess around in the kitchen,, I know he would never but its okayyyy. Notes: AAAHHH my first One Piece fic,, I did my best,, SORRY ITS SO LONG!!! no beta!!! I feel like this is messy but I'm getting back into the swing of fanfics again
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Sanji’s knuckle wrapped on the door to your shared room. He still couldn’t believe you two actually shared a space together. It made his heart race a bit each time if he thought about it too much. Really, if he thought about you too, he was wayyyy too excited. Sanji had never had a relationship long-term relationship. Dating you made him nervous. Sure, he had sexual experiences. But dating you seriously made him feel like he was inexperienced in every department. The hold you have over that man made him melt.
“It’s unlocked,” Your voice called out from inside the room. You sounded busy but not dismissive. Sanji turned the handle before pushing the door open. Sanji’s eyes landed on your back. He glanced and saw you were working on your laptop. He knew midterms were next week for you. But he couldn’t help but want your attention. He admired the way the lamp on the desk illuminated your skin. Sanji swallowed his jitters and put on his calm and suave personality…. or at least he tried to.
“You need a break? I’m happy to make something to eat.” Sanji offered as he came up behind you. His hands rested on your shoulders. He felt the way your body was so tense from being hunched over your desk and laptop. A deep sigh, your shoulders slouched. 
“Yeah, but I can go with you. It’s been a while since I stretched.” You said tiredly. Sanji stepped back to give you space while you stood up and stretched with a yawn. As your yawn caused you to tear up, Sanji’s eyes trailed down your figure as you stretched. The lower half of your shirt slid up and exposed a bit of your midriff. Sanji cleared his throat and tried to not stare blatantly despite being your boyfriend. He always liked stare but he made the effort to be more respectful since you two lived together. Not that you minded his staring anyway. 
Your arms dropped after the stretch. Sanji let you go ahead of him. In passing, your hand grazed against his as the two of you walked towards the kitchen. Sanji kept glancing at you as you walked. The short but soft touch in passing. The way you walked, the way your hair moved as you did. The way your hips moved slightly from side to side as you walked. Sanji felt a heat creep up his back. 
‘No! No! Calm down. Now is not the time to act desperate.’ Sanji thought to himself and gave his head a little shake as if that would make his thoughts go away. He quickly stepped around you to make it into the kitchen before. He rolled his sleeves as he glanced back at you. 
“What did you want to eat, Y/N? I’ll make you anything you’d like.” Sanji grinned softly at you while washing his hands.
With a small tired yawn, you walked over to the fridge. While opening you, your sight stayed on Sanji. Poor baby, you could practically see the nervousness and anticipation in his body language. You suppressed a chuckle in amusement at the subtle expression of Sanji’s eagerness.  You tilted your head to look into the fridge. There were some leftovers and other things in there.
Sanji stared at you and his eyes stayed on your pursed lips. A habit you had when you were thinking or indecisive. It always felt like a taunt for him to kiss you. Of course, he knew it wasn’t. But if he wasn’t so damn nervous around you, he would’ve taken the chance to even give you a small peck on the lips. Sanji wanted to see if you were as cute and flustered as he imagined. If only he dared to do so. Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. 
“Don’t do anything too crazy. I can finish the rest of my Chinese takeout.” Sanji wanted to cook for you but if you wanted to eat leftovers from yesterday, he wouldn’t deny you. Sanji nodded and moved closer to grab the takeout containers from the fridge. When he stepped and leaned closer to you, you placed a kiss on the corner of his lips. 
“A-ah.” Sanji widened his eyes a bit and all his calm washed away. His cheeks reddened a bit before bit his bottom lip to not burst out smiling. “Don’t tease me like that, Y/N” Sanji grabbed the containers and set them on the counter. But his mind had started to start spiral. 
‘Would it be selfish to ask for another kiss?’
Sanji thought to himself as he tried to not glance back at you. His ears caught the sound of the fridge closing and your small laugh. Damn it, you read him like an open book. His hands were a little shaky as his nerves caught up to him. His breath hitched a bit as your hands snaked around his torso from behind. Your warm lips pressed against the back of his neck. Sanji’s face was starting to get flushed. “Y/N?” 
You spoke softly near his ear. “I guess I’ve been neglecting you this week cause of midterms, huh?” Your hand switched from his torso to be over his hand. You guided his hand to set the food back on the countertop. Sanji glanced back at you before turning around to you. You had him cornered against the counter. Sanji’s eyes stared at your face before looking away. His hand hesitated to rest on your hip. The way his face was red from his blushing. It looked like he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.
“Do you need a breather, San-“ “No.” 
Sanji answered quickly, probably faster than he would have wanted but he didn’t want to lose your attention or the heat of the moment. You chuckled a bit before nodding reassuringly. You leaned in and kissed him in an attempt to ease him out of his nervousness. But you were met with a kiss that felt needy on his part. 
There the two of you were, in your kitchen, making out. Sanji’s hand gradually gripped at your hip tight and then loosely before tightening again. He was profusely blushing and his breathing got more labored before he pulled away reluctantly. With a short pant, Sanji grunted a bit. His lips opened to speak before he closed them, his gaze lowered as if he was embarrassed. You raised a brow before glancing where his gaze fell. Your eyes landed on the tent in his pants. It was endearing how fast he got turned on from being somewhat intimate with you. It always made him feel insecure but you loved it. You loved that his body reacted you to openly. It just showed his attraction to you and in turn, it made you want him more. 
“No worries, Sanji,” You said softly before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His jeans slightly lowered and you didnt hesitate to slip your hand beneath the waistband of his brief. Sanji furrowed his brows and his breathing hitched as your hand touched him. 
“F-fuck,” Sanji stuttered out. His hips jutted towards your hand. Sanji’s hands moved a bit frantic to lower his briefs to his mid-thigh. It was embarrassing to be standing in the kitchen. But the way your hand wrapped around his length and stroked him off made him want to melt into a puddle. Sanji panted as he felt hotter from how close you were to him. His heart was pounding but he loved the way you touched him. Your index finger rubbed his tip, rubbing in the precum on himself. You hummed in satisfaction when Sanji moaned shakily by your ear. He leaned his head down against your shoulder, his hips weakly thrusting against your hand and hand gripping at your shirt. His cheeks were flushed red, his eyes had a hazy look to them, clouded by his pleasure and his cock was throbbing with need. 
You listened to the sounds of his heavy breathing and small whimpers. Your name was being mumbled out and moaned like a endless prayer from his lips. Your eyes switched between watching Sanji’s needy expression and down at how desperately he was trying to fuck your hand. You were almost tempted to drop to your knees and let him fuck your mouth instead but the way he was holding onto you and leaning against you for support made you stay still. His head against your shoulder, blond hair messily tossled against your shirt, his flustered sounds were music to your ears. You could feel your own arousal building up as he completely let himself go. 
“Y-Y/n. Fuck, oh god,, P-please... Let me cum. I wanna cum for you.” Sanji begged you breathlessly. Sanji opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at you. His lips stated parted as he leaned even closer. You nipped at his bottom lips before nodding at him. You kissed him once again. This time, you slipped your tongue into it. He breathed in sharply and kissed you back desperately as if you ever the very oxygen he breathed. Your hand gave him a small light squeeze around his member before you started pumping your hand faster with no warning beforehand. His hips jerked a bit and his back arched. Each moan you drew him was so much hotter than the last. He started to cum, Sanji urgently grabbed your hand to hold it still while he (pathetically) humped your hand. His cum smeared into your palm and between your fingers. You watched him as he came to a halt. His dick was twitching and dripping his mess onto the floor. Sanji panted heavily and he rested his forehead against your shoulder again. 
“...I’m not gonna clean that for you, babe. Sorry.” You said to him as you used your free hand to rub his back. Sanji laughed breathlessly before nodding, He kissed the side of your neck and hummed in acknowledgement. He felt embarrassed to have made mess of your hand and the kitchen floor. But that’s okay. Sanji looked at you shly and he mumbled, “No worries, but uh… Can I make you cum now before you go back to studying? 
You saw that hopeful but shy smile on his face. You chuckled and forgot about wanting to eat something and your study guide could wait a little longer. 
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yelenasdiary · 1 year ago
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Take One
Pairing: Florence Pugh X Fem! Reader.
Summary: One scene is all it took to multiply the feelings Florence has for you. 
Word count: 1.1K
Warnings: none
Type: Fluff 
AC: Scene’s marked with ** & I’m going to switch this one up and give it from Flo’s POV! Enjoy *This is a request from my old blog!*
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Flo’s POV:
My job is great! I love it! I have worked on so many great movies and shows and worked with some amazing cast and crew but this new film is special, I’m co-stared with my best friend, Y/n. The moment we knew we were both casted for this film we laughed at the idea of playing a couple. We’re best friends, so it was definitely going to be a blast filming with her. 
** Nora (Y/n’s character) sits typing on laptop. Notices Ruby indecisive on the menu.
N: You should try the chef’s special
-Ruby turns to Nora and smiles softly-
R: I’m sorry?
N: You’ve been standing there for 10 minutes Uhmming and arrrin on what to order
-Nora looks up from laptop-
R: I’ll give it a shot -chuckles- your accent, what is it? 
N: -looks Ruby up and down, smirks- do you always ask strangers such questions?
R: -shakes head slightly- just those who are pretty
N: -smiles then gestures ruby a seat- would you like to take a seat?
R: -bites bottom lip lightly, shaking her head- nope, but thanks. -smiles and continues to order-
**
“Cut! That was perfect, thank you!” the director calls as you smile to Florence. “Okay that was slightly harder than I thought” Y/n spoke trying to keep the Romanian accent that her character has. “You did great!” I tell her with a smile.
“We need you guys back after lunch for a few more scenes, one of these scenes is the first kiss between the characters so make sure you guys are ready for that” the director smiled at us as Y/n and I walked over to the refreshments table.
“Nervous about that?” Y/n asked me as we grabbed a bottle of water each, “What? To kiss you? No, I think your nervous though” I smirked to her. “Oh please, you’re not the first big shot actor I’ve had to kiss” she joked back. Truth was, I was nervous, very! I’ve liked Y/n for a while now but I’m not sure how she feels so I have kept my feelings to myself.
The director called us over for our next few scenes which we took within a few takes, you could say we work well together. “Alright, I need hair and make-up in here before we do this first kiss!” the director told us as we sat down and waited for the lovely women to come in and give us a touch up. 
“3….2…..1 ACTION!” the Director called.
** Nora and Ruby walking back to Ruby’s apartment
R: I have one question
N: -hums in response-
R: Why did you ask me on this date tonight?  We only met a few days ago.
N: Because I make you nervous and I like that
R: you don’t make me nervous -blushes-
N: yeah?
R: yeah
N: Can I kiss you then? -both stop at street crossing, turning to face one another-
R: -nervously nods-
**
I felt my heart face as Y/n took the small steps closer to me, she gently caress’s my left cheek looking at my lips as I looked at hers. For a moment it felt like the world stopped when I felt her lips press against mine. My eyes closed instantly then I gently placed my left hand over her right hand that stayed caressing my face. The kiss was short but sweet, soft and I hated pulling away. 
“Cut!” the director called as we pulled away. “Don’t go anywhere just yet, I want to watch this over” the director added. 
“Well that went better than I thought it would” Y/n smirked.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I raised my eyebrows
“Nothing, I just kinda thought you’d be lower on my list” she joked 
“You have a list?!”
“Yeah… I get to kiss all these great actors, why not?” she laughed, I shook my head playfully.
“Where am I on this list?”
“A solid 4” 
“4?! Come on!” I playfully slapped her right arm.
“Perfect girls! We don’t need you back until tomorrow, thank you!” the director cut in.
As the months went on, we had more kissing scenes we had to do. Every night I stayed awake thinking about how soft her lips are, how gently she is and I know it’s just her acting but I can’t help melt into her touch every single time we had to act as a couple. 
“Flo, you ready?” Y/n spoke as she broke me from my thoughts, “yeah, let’s do this” I smiled. 
“Okay, last scene, hopefully our last shot. 3….2….1 ACTION!
** Ruby goes to Nora’s apartment, in destress.
N: Ruby, what are you doing here? I told you not to contact me…
R: I can’t stop think about you. I don’t want this to end. Don’t go.
N: but I can’t stay
R: then let me come with you!
N: I would never ask you to leave your life here for mine
R: your not asking me, I’m telling you I want this
N: I can’t… Ruby I am sorry. You have a good life here, you don’t follow me across the world
**
This was it. This is the moment were the characters share a big kiss and everything ends well. My character has to take the lead this time. I stepped closer and pulled Y/n closer to me with power, I cupped her face gently and kissed her lips. I felt her arms wrap around my waist and pull me even closer, Deeping our kiss. When I felt Y/n start to pull away I took it upon myself and pulled her close again, never breaking the kiss. The director called cut and we pulled away, I didn’t notice how out of character I was until I looked up at Y/n.
“Flo?” she spoke softly. I felt tears creeping down my face before I wiped them away quickly. “I’- I’m…sor…I’m sorry….i-“ I ran off in a hurry. 
“Florence!” Y/n called as I left the set, running to my dressing room. Closing the door, taking a moment to calm myself, replaying the moment in my head as I felt my tears fall freely. 
“Hey..Flo?” I heard Y/n’s voice enter my dressing room. “I’m fine, I’m sorry I just need a moment” I replied, not facing her. 
“Florence. Look at me, please” 
I turned to her, avoiding the eye contact. “Hey” she spoke softly and she came closer to me. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, I got ahead of myself, and I’ve probably ruined that scene now”
“Ruined? I think that’s exactly what they wanted” 
Y/n gently cupped my face, lifting it to look at her. “I didn’t know you felt that way” she said, looking at me in the eyes. “I’m really sorry if I have ruined our friendship…” I replied. 
“No honey, you didn’t” she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her hold. 
“I didn’t?” 
“No, Flo, you could never ruin what we have” she held me tighter. “How about we go get some lunch and talk about this?” 
I nodded, “please” I whispered.  
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quinloki · 2 months ago
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Quin's Terrible Two's
Here we are at the back half of the Tumblrversary event \o/
Some polls are closed, Some Are Still Going (go vote!)
The votes have been counted, the results have been assessed! Now it's time for What Happens Because of All of That <3
So without further ado -- /hands the results of the poll off to Marco and Rayleigh and let's them take it from here./
(Hell yeah I voted in my own event XD )
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Balanced Result
CW: sensory deprivation, harried sensations, double penetration (2 dicks in one vagina), multiple orgasms, outside no audience, mdni
Marco and Rayleigh are completely unreadable as they look over the poll results. The smiles on their faces seem soft and amused, and you don’t sense any hostility, but it’s hard to say.
“Interesting,” Rayleigh muses, eyes shifting away from the results toward you.
“The smash one, pass one’s are pretty even, yoi.” Marco hums.
“The both option prevailed, however.” Rayleigh says. “So there’s interest and consent.”
Heat flushes up your body at the look the two give you. Hooded eyes, relaxed gaze, relaxed body language, nothing about either of them was on edge, but there was still something there. Something that reached out and pet all the sweetest places on your body. A desire that whispered up your neck and dripped between your legs.
Putting a hand up to your nose you panic at the small trickle of blood coming from it.
“More than just passing interest,” Marco hums, holding your chin between his forefinger and thumb. Your lips part as you gasp a little in surprise at the action and he wipes the blood away with the pad of his thumb. “You seem just a little indecisive, so let us help you with that.”
Soft fabric covers your eyes, and you’re certain it’s Rayleigh behind you that ties it into place.
“This way you won’t have to worry about who is doing what,” Rayleigh says, voice soft and low by your ear as he ties the blindfold into place. “You can just relax, and enjoy the pleasures of it all.”
You can barely feel their touches as things begin. Deft fingers remove your clothing, moving your body as needed with ease. You move as they move you, the guiding motions so natural it almost feels like you’re moving under your own power. The only thing that makes your heart rate rise and your breath quiver is the feel of the warm air on your skin.
The soft grass between your toes, and the sun that warms your skin until one or the other of them stands between you and it. Not a word is spoken between them, until a finger curls around the band of your panties, and the strap of your bra.
“Sing well, sweet bird,” Marco hums softly into one ear.
“We’ll keep you safe, young lady.” Rayleigh purrs into your other ear.
Your panties slip to your knees, and your bra is pulled down, restraining your arms a little as your breasts spill free. They lean you forward, and the one in front of you licks your nipples, while the one behind you spreads your labia, admiring the view for a second before licking along your folds.
You gasp, the shivering whine dripping from your lips as strong hands grip your thighs, keeping you on your feet as the hungry tongue explores every fold and crease of your pussy. Strong hands on your shoulders hold you in place as a greedy tongue licks and flicks your stiffening nipples, causing your fingers to flex and clench. Soft lips suckle your other nipple, leaving the air to tease and cool the first one.
“Please,” you husk, blood and need rushing through you. The tongue between your thighs pushes through your folds, teasing your clit as his nose nudges the entrance of your vagina. The hands on your shoulders adjust, one hand bracing you against your clavicle, as his mouth and spare hand tease both your tits.
You moan, body tensing between them and squirm from the building pleasure. Your movements do nothing to throw them off or slow them down and the building euphoria is an unavoidable rush.
“I’m gonna… cum, I’m gonna-!” You gasp the words in a mix of need and concern. Both of them hum into your skin, changing nothing about what they’re doing. The pleasure tingling along your skin rolls up from your thighs to your chest and back. Like a shift of water that gets faster and deeper with each slosh.
Until it spills over and the pleasure soaked into your skin peaks. Your muscles tense from the euphoria as it moves up from your feet to your head, making you dizzy and hot from it.
Your bra and panties are removed entirely, and you’re moved with disorienting ease.
“She’s rag dolled a bit,” Rayleigh muses.
“Being relaxed will help, yoi.” Marco agrees, and you think he has you hugged to his chest because you can feel the words against your chest.
Two fingers push inside you and a content and pleasant sound rolls around your tongue before you let it out. A soft chuckle from the two men is all you get as two fingers become three. The wet squelch of your pussy makes you throb in anticipation.
“If we tease her too much longer, she may start begging.” Marco chuckles and you feel the fingers push in deeper, flexing inside your gummy walls and giving you a sweet ache.
“A proper gentlemen doesn’t make a young lady beg,” Rayleigh says and you think he might be behind you, the one whose fingers are working your pussy like he lost something in there. “At least not at the beginning.”
His fingers pull free and a nice thick cock presses into your cunt, sinking into the warm wetness easily. You keen sweetly as you’re lifted up enough to take the whole length in, angled so that your clit was nestled against the torso beneath you.
“Beautiful,” Marco sighs as warm hands settle on your hips and begin to move you. “Don’t worry about anything, pretty bird.” He purrs as pleasure nestles against your clit and coils around your insides. “We’re going to take good care of you.”
The cock inside you pulls out and you whine from the emptiness, a new one pushes in and fills you to the hilt again and you moan contentedly. But even that one only thrusts in a few times before pulling out again.
You full on pout from the teasing, but hands and lips are on you in a flurry. Teasing your breasts, rubbing your clit, leaving hickies and teeth against the tender curves of your neck. The sensations are focused, flooding pleasure into you from several places at once.
Just as you start to feel another orgasm building, both cocks push into your pussy at the same time. The  initial action and stretch catches your breath in your chest and you tense. A finger against your tongue and warm, soothing hands on your skin help ground you.
“Breathe,” says one.
“Relax.”
“You can take it.”
“Just breathe, and sink… there you go.”
“Good girl.” Both say.
The praise in stereo almost brings you over the edge as you sink down on both of them. The intense stretch doesn’t hurt. It feels like it should be too much, that you shouldn’t be able to take it, but with every shift they go deeper. The deeper they go the better it feels. The skilled fingers teasing your clit and the hungry mouths kissing your body help you ease down further and further.
The grass against your feet is the only sense of who is where that you have, being mostly sure you’re at least upright, with the ground beneath your knees and the sky above your back.
A little more sinks in and hits a spot that sends stars into your vision. The men miss nothing and bully the spot until you’re clenching around them both, cumming so hard one of them bites you to force you to breathe in before you pass out. The pain shatters the powerful pleasure, but they don’t stop bullying that place, fingers on your clit teasing you and hurdling you toward another orgasm.
Shattered swears and babbled words pour from your lips as your limbs curl and tense, fingers scratching deep marks into whoever you’re grabbing a hold of. Your pleas and pleasure are screamed out into the sky as the orgasm claws into your muscles so deeply you’re keening cries of thanks even when you’re breathing in.
It feels like it takes you forever to come down from the high, soft kisses and gentle caresses easing your descent as you sink down even further onto their cocks.
“A couple more and we’ll fill you up so sweetly.” Rayleigh says, the realization that neither one of them have cum yet sinking into you a little like a cold sweat.
“Hang in there, pretty bird.”
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gayoung-lover · 1 year ago
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naive ๋࣭ ⭑ chocol
an older woman flirts with you at the club, but you're too naive to notice her advances
| cw: drinking, smoking n clubbing | wc: 6.6 k 🫶 yeah, it's lowkey long 🫣
Today, you were reluctantly going to a club, a place you have never particularly liked—the noise, the atmosphere, the cramped space, and the overpriced drinks were never your idea of fun. However, it was a special occasion—Bada's birthday. Amidst Bada's pleas, the girls begging you, and the weight of peer pressure, you knew you had to go.
A question lingered in your mind: what did people wear to a club? This was only your second time going to one—so you were indecisive between picking a black mini skirt paired with a pretty white shirt and a slightly revealing pink bodycon dress; the latter felt like a bit too much, so you opted for the former. As you got ready, a sense of nervousness settled in your stomach—you were not particularly fond of getting drunk, however, if you did not get at least a little tipsy, you were going to end up being the babysitter for seven inevitably drunk girls. With the final touch of lipstick, you got a notification on your phone.
bada<3: i’m outside [10:34p.m.]
bada<3: tatter and sowoen said they were taking an uber, so it’s just me [10:34p.m.]
y/n: okayyy, i’m coming [10:35p.m.]
You quickly grab your purse and walk downstairs, exiting your apartment complex. Bada was leaning against her blue car while you were locking the door, you greeted her with a smile and she waved at you. The click-clack of your heels on the pavement echoed through the parking lot as you approached Bada, who opened the passenger door for you before settling into the driver's seat.
"Hello, birthday girl!" You exclaimed with enthusiasm. "How are you?"
Bada started driving, giggling at your comment. "Ready to get fucking drunk."
"I bet." You replied quickly. "After all, it's your birthday."
As she stopped at a red light, Bada glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Promise me you're going to have fun tonight, okay?" She extended her pinky.
Interlocking pinkies, you nervously smiled. "Pinkie promise."
"Get drunk, flirt with girls, dance, take ten shots for all I care." She rattled off a list, her hands returning to the steering wheel. "Just have fun. I'll keep an eye on you and the girls. I can't get too drunk, after all, I'm driving you back home."
"Alright, I'll try. I swear." You assured her. "Minus the flirting. I get too nervous around pretty girls for that." 
She drove through the city until she parked her car in front of the most packed club on the street. At the entrance, the bouncer apparently denied entry to many—while this might be a concern for most people, but Bada had already booked a VIP table in advance. Approaching the front of the line, you and Bada showed the bouncer your IDs, and without hesitation, he let you in, prompting a few complaints and groans from those waiting in line.
Upon stepping into the club, the loud music initially overwhelmed your ears, and the vibrant lights took a moment to adjust to. The girls were already at the VIP table, drinking a few beers, eagerly waiting for Bada and you. 
"Bada, what do you want to drink?" Kyma shouted over the music, handing you a beer. 
"I'm getting some bottles." Bada replied as you took the beer from Kyma's hands. "What do you all want to drink?"
"Just get whatever you like." You said with a small smile.
Popping open the glass bottle, you took a hesitant sip, as beer's initial taste was always unpleasant but grew on you after a while. Bada caught a server's attention and placed an order that showed her expensive taste. Amid laughter and attempts to have a conversation over the music, the bottles arrived at the table, accompanied by "Happy Birthday" signs and bottle sparklers, your table became the center of attention, filling up with Bada's chosen bottles. Bada, with a smile, started pouring shots, positioning a bottle near your mouth and counting to five as you obliged—chasing down the sour taste from the alcohol with a chaser, prompting cheers from the girls. 
"That's my girl!" Lusher exclaimed, hugging you.
You and Cheche began dancing, shyly moving your hips to the rhythm of the music. Reluctantly, you had to admit that you were actually enjoying yourself. As you finished your beer, Tatter handed you a drink, though it seemed like she poured more alcohol than a mixer, because by the time you were halfway through it, a wave of happiness and confidence washed over you. You were cautious not to drink too much, as you were not used to the sensation. However, when the entire table began chanting, urging Bada for another round of shots, the temptation was too strong to resist. 
"Let me pour you another." Bada insisted, and you nodded. She was holding your cheek and letting the vodka fall into your mouth. Her tipsy state led to her spilling liquor on your jaw. "Fuck, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry." You replied with a smile. "I'll go to the restroom to clean myself up."
"I'm coming with you." Tatter said, taking hold of your hand as you maneuvered through the crowd.
You and Tatter got to the restroom, surprisingly finding it less crowded than anticipated. Grabbing a piece of paper to clean up your jaw, you took advantage of the moment to reapply your lipstick while Tatter used the restroom. You took more than usual because of your shaky hands and because your attention shifted as a girl with orange hair entered the room. She looked expensive, dressed in an all-black outfit complemented by a thick silver chain and her adorned fingers with several silver rings. 
As Tatter got out of the stall, she washed her hands and exclaimed. "Let's go!"
Smiling, you started to walk, so you could leave the bathroom but stumbled near the girl with orange hair. She placed a hand on your shoulder and uttered in a firm voice. "Be careful, doll."
Turning around to thank her, you noticed she had already entered a stall. Tatter, now turning around and giggling, said. "Didn't you notice?"
"Notice what?" You inquired. "The girl?"
Tatter smiled as you returned to your table. "She was checking you out like crazy."
You protested, covering your face. "No, it's not like that!"
Amidst the lively club, the girl from the restroom quickly faded into the background, forgotten by you and Tatter. Drink in hand, you joined in the fun—as you danced with the group, tightly pressed against your friends, taking Instagram stories, videos, and photos, which you would probably regret when they sent them to the group chat. Clubbing was actually fun—the thought lingered as Bada held you by the waist while dancing, the two of you always mistaken for a couple due to your closeness.
"Having fun?" Bada asked with a smile.
"Yeah!" You replied. "And you, birthday girl?"
"Me too." She responded. "Let's see who ends up the drunkest."
"I'm betting my money on Kyma." You declared, but the vibration of your phone interrupted. "Hold on, someone's calling me."
Bada nodded and patted your waist as you walked away. Exiting the club, you were hoping the caller had not hung up, you checked your phone to discover it was your ex-girlfriend—well, someone you never officially dated. 
Intrigued, you answered, holding the phone to your ear. "Hello?" You greeted her. "What happened?"
The voice on the other end ended up going off about your presence at a party, criticizing your outfit as too revealing and telling you that you had disrespected her. To make matters worse, she started bad-mouthing Bada and insinuating that you should go ahead and date her if you were so close, saying that you probably cheated on her with Bada. In another circumstance, you might have cried, but the alcohol coursing through your system made you feel brave. 
"Yeah?" You retorted. "Enjoy getting blocked because I'm not dealing with your bullshit anymore." The voice pleaded with you not to block them. "I'm done with you. I don't give a fuck."
You hung up, and as you turned around, you noticed the same girl from the restroom smoking a cigarette, pressing it against her lips, and exhaling the smoke. Your face flushed with embarrassment as you realized she overheard everything.
"Is everything okay, doll?" She asked politely, taking another hit of her cigarette.
"Yes, don't worry." You reassured her as you tucked your phone into your purse. "Sorry you had to hear that."
Tilting her head, she glanced at you up and down. "Well, your boyfriend is dumb for letting you go like that; you're such a pretty girl."
"Ah, nothing like that." You shook your head, smiling. "But, thank you."
"I'm Gayoung, but most people call me Chocol, and what's your name, sweetheart?" She introduced herself, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction. "Does the smoke bother you? I can throw it away if you want." She gestured to the cigarette.
"Y/N." You said with a soft smile. "No, it's okay. You're about to finish it anyway." You could not help but admire her rings—they sparkled beautifully in the light and looked luxurious. "Can I look at your rings?" You inquired.
Gayoung placed the cigarette between her lips and extended her hands towards you. You ran your fingers over her rings, noticing the brands—Vivianne Westwood, Salvatore Ferragamo, Prada, and a Miu Miu one that caught your eye. 
Looking up, you found her smiling proudly. "You like em’? They're pretty, huh?" She remarked, tossing her cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. "Now, imagine them pressing up against your jaw."
Your focus remained on the rings, and you completely overlooked the last part of her sentence. "They're so gorgeous. I love the Miu Miu one."
"You do, doll?" Gayoung asked, a bit puzzled by your unmistakable indifference to her comment. Perhaps you were not into girls? However, she was certain you were at least bisexual, as she saw you dancing with the tall girl. "Let's make a deal." She suggested and got closer.
Despite attempting to read your body language, Gayoung observed your lack of reaction to her proximity or gaze. She leaned in close to your ear, and you maintained your joyful demeanor, showing no signs of nervousness.
"A deal?" You said, still confused. "What do you mean?"
Close to drunkenness, everything seems blurry to you. Unaware of your proximity to Gayoung, you again stumbled a bit while trying to balance yourself. Gayoung helped you by grabbing your waist, and again, no reaction from you, it struck her as odd. Most girls would have succumbed to her charm the moment she called them pretty and yet, here you were, unfazed, not even blushing.
"I'll give you my ring if you give me your number." She proposed. "I really want to get to know you."
Puzzled, you bit your lip, attempting to comprehend her offer. Gayoung was struggling not to make a move after seeing your lips. "Why would you give me your ring in exchange for my number? Your ring is expensive."
She smiled at your innocence, wondering if you were faking it. "Don't worry about it. So, deal or no deal?"
Considering the situation, maybe she just wanted to be friends. "Yes, it's a deal."
Gayoung let go off your waist and removed her ring. "Give me your hand." You complied, and she delicately placed the ring on your finger, making you smile. "Now, your end of the deal."
"Give me your phone." You requested, and she pulled it from her back pocket. Unlocking it, you teased. "No password." Giggling, you added your phone number to her contacts. "What should I put as the name? Will you remember my name if I just save my contact as Y/N?"
"Save it as doll." She suggested, and you typed it, handing her phone back. "But, of course, I'll remember your name."
"Thank you for the ring." You smiled. "Send me a text so I can save your contact later! I'm going back inside—my friends are probably worried.”
"I'll send you a message later." She replied, grabbing another cigarette from the box. "But promise me you'll reach out if you need anything…"
You tilted your head. "I'll text you!" Then you pondered—why would you need anything from her? "But, why?" 
"In case you need a ride." Gayoung responded, winking at you. "Or if you want to do something."
Oblivious to her advances, you replied. "Oh, no—Bada is taking me home." As if assuming she knew who Bada was.
"The tall girl?" She inquired, and you nodded. Gayoung wondered if Bada might be your girlfriend and decided to ask about it. While she might be many things, she was not about to keep flirting with someone in a relationship; she respected that. "Is she your girlfriend?"
You sighed and giggled. "No, she's my best friend! Well, I'll text you later, Gayoung."
The way you said her name nearly gave her a heart attack. She needed you—your beauty, your smile, and your eyes were unlike anything she had ever seen. However, you appeared too innocent, too naive, not noticing a thing. She decided to drop a bolder comment, hoping you would catch it. "Then, I hope I can get that spot sooner, doll."
You smiled, showing your teeth, and entered the club. Gayoung lit up her cigarette, staying outside, contemplating if you would even consider something with her. She thought you seemed much younger than her.
The remainder of the night was blurry. Now, you stumbled into your room, gripping the wall for support as you were still dizzy—you did get drunk. As you kicked off your heels, your feet ached, and your head throbbed, you realized waking up was going to be hell. You took off your clothes, leaving them carelessly on the chair, so you could change into your pajamas. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you collapsed onto your bed, phone in hand. Glancing at the group chat, which had already got over two hundred messages, you noticed Gayoung's number above all. Quickly adding it to your contacts, you sent her a quick text.
gayoung: This is my number. I am Gayoung.  [2:30 a.m]
y/n: hi! just got to my apartment [5:12 a.m]
y/n: i’m so tired, hope you’re sleeping well  [5:12 a.m]
y/n: btw thank you for the ring :) [5:12 a.m]
y/n: text you later!!  [5:12 a.m]
While you were sound asleep, Gayoung woke up early and reached for her phone. Upon seeing your messages, her heart quickened, reminiscent of a high school student seeing their crush tagged them on a post. Gayoung sent you a message, aware that you were likely still asleep, acknowledging the toll yesterday's drinking had probably taken on you. 
gayoung: Good morning, pretty. [7:21 a.m]
gayoung: Hope your head does not hurt when you wake up. [7:21 a.m]
She proceeded with her morning routine—had breakfast, went to work, and upon returning home, finally had the opportunity to check her phone.
y/n: hi gayoung [12:13p.m]
y/n: i just woke up :( [12:13p.m]
y/n: my head does hurt but i don’t have any medicine lol [12:13p.m]
y/n: how are you? [12:14p.m]
gayoung: Did you sleep well at least? [1:22 p.m]
gayoung: I am doing fine. [1:23 p.m]
gayoung: You don’t have medicine?  [1:23 p.m]
As your phone dinged, you reached for it, as you had a habit of responding quickly to texts. You already had taken a shower and dressed up in a matching lilac shirt and shorts set—you were sitting at your desk doing some of your freelance work. Grateful for the opportunity to work from your apartment—you appreciated the ability to manage your schedule, whether it was responding to texts, taking calls, listening to music, or watching something, you had the ability to do everything at your own pace. 
y/n: i did sleep well  [1:24 p.m]
y/n: i don’t :( might go later to buy some [1:24 p.m]
Immediately, Gayoung began writing. You could not help but notice the formal tone in Gayoung's writing.
gayoung: I don’t know if you want, but I can go and drop off some for you. [1:24 p.m]
gayoung: How does that sound, doll?  [1:25 p.m]
gayoung: Do not feel pressured to say yes. [1:25 p.m]
You found it impossible to refuse her offer. You were genuinely grateful for her generosity in giving you her ring, beyond that, she seemed too kind, and you felt a genuine interest in getting to know her better.
y/n: i accept hehe [1:26 p.m]
y/n: thank you so much, gayoung [1:26 p.m]
y/n: (y/n has shared her location with gayoung) [1:26 p.m]
y/n: hope you’re not a creep haha [1:26 p.m]
gayoung: Very funny joke, pretty. [1:26 p.m]
gayoung: I’ll be there as quickly as possible. [1:27 p.m]
y/n: i’ll wait for you :) [1:27 p.m]
Rising from your desk, you grabbed your makeup bag. Applying a touch of liquid blush, curling your lashes, using a bit of brow gel, and adding a hint of lip tint; then you did two braids in your hair—you wanted to look presentable. You check yourself in the mirror before returning to your desk to save all your files for later. Walking into your living room, you opened the curtains and lit a vanilla-scented candle. Despite Gayoung mentioning she was only dropping off some medicine, you wanted to ask her if she wanted to come inside. You were glued to your phone, checking it anxiously as if your life depended on it. The last thing you wanted was to keep Gayoung waiting outside your building, considering she would need your entry code. Finally, she called, and you answered.
“Hello, I am outside.” She said—her voice husky. "I brought you something else, though."
"I’m coming down." You replied, hanging up.
You get out of your apartment, and walk down the stairs to the front door, finding Gayoung waiting with two bags in hand. She wore an all-black outfit, this time pairing it with red sneakers and a red windbreaker. With a smile, you opened the door, and she smiled back.
“Come on in.” You invited, noticing her confused expression. “Oh, I forgot to ask. Do you want to come in?” You giggled.
“Are you sure?” Gayoung inquired, and you nodded. She followed your lead into the building.
"Thank you for coming." you expressed gratitude as you opened and closed your apartment's door behind both of you. “You can sit anywhere you want.”
Seating herself on the stools at your kitchen bar, Gayoung left the bags on the counter. “Thank you for letting me in. I brought you some medicine and a warm miso soup.” She said, getting the soup container out of the bag and handing you the medicine.
You smiled. “Oh, thank you so much. Do you want some water, tea, juice, anything?”
“A glass of water, please.” She requested.
Serving two glasses of water, you handed one to Gayoung. Taking the medicine, you shook your head at the sour taste. “How much do I owe you?” You said as you stood on the other side of the kitchen bar, placing your hands on the counter.
She chuckled. “Nothing, doll. It’s nothing.”
"Gayoung!" You exclaimed, placing your hand on her shoulder. "First, you give me your ring, and now you buy me medicine and food."
"I said it's nothing." She insisted, making eye contact with you, and you could not help but notice the moles beneath her eyes.
"Oh wow, your little moles are so pretty." You remarked.
"Yeah? Well, I think you're very pretty." She replied, and you turned around, attempting to hide your flushed cheeks. No matter who it was, whenever someone called you pretty, it made you feel nervous.
You grabbed two bowls and two spoons, setting them on the counter. "Do you want to eat with me?"
She nodded. Gayoung had bought the larger portion of soup in the hope that this would happen, and she was very happy that it did. You sat beside Gayoung, both of you grabbing the soup bowls and beginning to eat.
"Tell me about yourself." She requested. "Anything you want to share."
"Anything? Let me think." You said, taking a spoonful of miso soup. "Well, I graduated college two years ago, I work from home, I like baking, I love doing my makeup and dressing up, and I enjoy working out and dancing." You took another spoonful. "And you?"
Gayoung smiled, swallowing her soup. "So, if you like dressing up, the nickname 'doll' really fits you." You smiled back. "I also love dancing—I actually own a dance studio. I collect designer jewelry, as you've noticed from my rings, and I enjoy cooking."
You giggled at her calling you a doll again. "Ohh, that's amazing." You said, looking at the ring she gave you. "So, this was a part of your collection?" You asked, placing your hand in front of her. She took it, planting a kiss on your skin, giving you goosebumps.
Gayoung noticed your reaction. "Mhm, but it looks better on you anyway." She said, turning to face you. "Can I tell you something?"
You nodded, a bit nervous. Was she being too kind? No one had ever done something like this after just one day of meeting—she gave you her ring, bought you food and medicine, complimented you, and now a kiss on the hand.
"Well, I thought I was being too obvious, but I guess you didn't notice anything, so I'll just tell you directly." She said, taking a deep breath while still holding your hand.
Confused, you wondered what you had not noticed—perhaps she wanted to leave your apartment, or did not want to come inside, and was trying to find a polite way out. Furrowing your eyebrows, you waited for her to speak.
She smiled, feeling a bit nervous as this was the first time she felt genuinely attracted to someone who did not immediately reciprocate. "The moment I looked at you, I thought you were very pretty." Gayoung said, making another small pause. "I gave you my ring because I liked you."
"Huh? Like, actually like me?" You blurted out, your reaction making her feel a bit uneasy.
"Yeah, I just feel like you're worth getting to know. I do like you. I mean, we still don't know each other, but if you let me, I'd like to take you out on a date." Gayoung said, letting your hand go—waiting for your response. 
Now you feel stupid, very stupid. Gayoung had been flirting with you the entire time. You recalled her comments about her rings pressing against your cheeks, the remarks about wanting to be your girlfriend, and the comment about your "boyfriend" being dumb for letting you go. It all made sense now; she was flirting, and you were too dumb to notice. The realization made you feel special—a beautiful and attentive girl was asking you out on a date. This was the first time you had been asked out—you were usually the one making the first move.
"Of course, I would like that." You said, smiling. "I feel so dumb, sorry. I never noticed you were flirting with me until now."
She chuckled. "I was practically shouting it, and you never caught on." Gayoung smiled. "You're too naive, I guess."
"Well, this is the first time I've been asked out. So, it's clear why I didn't notice." You confessed.
"Huh, what about your ex-boyfriend? The person who called you at the club." She asked.
You sighed. "It was a girl." You clarified. "We used to be together, but we were never in an actual relationship, and I got tired because I had to do everything to keep it afloat."
Gayoung arched her brow. "So, she was just fooling around?"
"Yup, she only liked the attention of it. The moment I told her how I felt about the situation and left her, she kept contacting me, saying she wanted me back and stuff." You confessed. "But she is too immature—she even accused me of cheating on her with my best friend. But, at least she is blocked now."
Gayoung leaned back, placing her hands on her knees. "Well, if you don't like messing around with immature girls, that's why I'm here. I should ask about it too—are you into older women?"
"Maybe. Can I ask how old you are?" You giggled, blushing as you realized Gayoung was older.
"36, pretty." She responded. "But, I promise I'll treat you right."
"In that case, I gladly accept your offer, Gayoung." You said, smiling.
Gayoung stayed over for a bit, taking the initiative to wash the dishes, and in return, you sent her home with a bowl of sliced fruit. Her kindness had left an impression, and you discovered how intriguing she was. You again got a notification on your phone, it was Gayoung. 
gayoung: Hello, I just got home. [5:32 p.m]
gayoung: Thank you for the fruit. I’ll eat it in a bit. [5:32 p.m]
gayoung: I had a great time with you, doll.  [5:33 p.m]
y/n: thank you for coming, gayoung  [5:33 p.m]
y/n: i also had a great time!!  [5:33 p.m]
y/n: i still can’t believe i was so dumb lol  [5:33 p.m]
y/n: i am soo stupid… every time i have to interact with pretty girls i die inside, you luckily meet me when i was tipsy, so i was feeling brave  [5:33 p.m]
gayoung: I even thought you didn’t like girls.  [5:34 p.m]
gayoung: But, I am glad you gave me the opportunity to take you out on a date.  [5:34 p.m]
gayoung: I already know where I am taking you, do you want it to be a surprise?  [5:34 p.m]
y/n: tell me  [5:34 p.m]
y/n: well no!! i want it to be a surprise  [5:35 p.m]
y/n: no one has even taken me on a date before [5:35 p.m]
y/n: just let me know the dress code haha [5:35 p.m]
gayoung: Is tomorrow at 5pm okay? [5:35 p.m]
gayoung: Wear whatever you want, you’ll look pretty in anything. [5:35 p.m]
gayoung: I’ll pick you up and drop you off. [5:36 p.m]
y/n: can’t believe a girl like you always calls me pretty… [5:36 p.m]
y/n: it makes me blush [5:36 p.m]
y/n: i can’t wait for tomorrow!! [5:36 p.m]
gayoung: As long as I am alive, I’ll keep calling you pretty. [5:36 p.m]
gayoung: Also, don’t even think about paying anything. [5:37 p.m]
gayoung: Leave your wallet at home, doll. [5:37 p.m]
gayoung: I have to leave, I am fixing some stuff around my apartment. [5:37 p.m]
gayoung: Talk to you later. You can call me if you need anything. [5:37 p.m]
y/n: okaayy [5:37 p.m]
y/n: talk to you later :) [5:37 p.m]
You spent some time at your desk, doing your remaining work, but your thoughts drifted towards what plans Gayoung might have in store and thinking about what to wear for the occasion. For dinner, you enjoyed the remaining soup, while watching a movie. As bedtime approached, you changed into your pajamas and reached for your phone to share the news with Bada.
y/n: going on a date tomorrow [10:23 p.m]
y/n: i’ll give you details and everything when it happens [10:23 p.m]
bada <3: SOMEONE ASKED YOU OUT???? [10:24 p.m]
y/n: lol fuck you [10:24 p.m]
bada <3: IT WAS A GENUINE QUESTION, I AM NOT BEING MEAN [10:24 p.m]
y/n: yup, i’m going on a date [10:25 p.m]
bada <3: HOPE YOU HAVE FUN  [10:25 p.m]
bada <3: YOU DESERVE THIS  [10:25 p.m]
bada <3: I AM SO HAPPY TF [10:25 p.m]
y/n: gotta text her  [10:25 p.m]
y/n: i’ll give you all the juicy details tomorrow!!  [10:26 p.m]
As you slipped into bed, you decided to send Gayoung a goodnight message, that way, you could leave your phone on the nightstand.
y/n: good night gayoung :)  [10:31 p.m]
y/n: i’m so happy for tomorrow [10:31 p.m]
The next morning, you woke up nervous. While preparing brunch, you could not stop thinking about your upcoming date. You were sitting on your kitchen bar, ready to eat breakfast, when your phone rang—it was Gayoung.
You answered. "Hi, good morning. What's up?"
"Hello." She responded. "Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you're still okay with me picking you up."
"Of course." You giggled. "I'm excited." You added, taking a bite of your food.
"Well, I'm heading back to work." Gayoung said. "See you later, pretty."
"Have a good day. See you." You said, smiling through the phone.
As Gayoung hung up, butterflies fluttered in your stomach—no one had ever treated you with such kindness. After enjoying brunch, you begin your routine—taking a long shower, doing skincare, and brushing and blow-drying your hair to curl it. Seated at your desk, you applied your makeup, assuring every detail was perfect. Moving on to your outfit, you opted for a white blouse paired with a black dress adorned with ruffles, styled with a black jacket, paired with a delicate silver belt, and boots with heels. For accessories, you placed a silver hair clip, Gayoung's Miu Miu ring, a necklace, and your earrings. Aware that getting ready would be time-consuming, you were surprised to find that it was already 4:45 P.M. After looking at yourself in the mirror, you quickly grabbed your essentials so you could put them in your purse—lipstick, keys, and, hesitating for a moment, only your ID instead of your wallet, remembering Gayoung's earlier words.
Gayoung was standing outside of your apartment, she pressed your contact and began calling you.  "Hello, pretty. I'm already outside." She said. "If you're not ready yet, I can wait."
"I'm coming downstairs." You replied before hanging up.
Taking a deep breath, you left your apartment, walking down the stairs to the front door, as you opened it, you saw her standing next to her black car. Dressed in a denim jacket, jeans, a crop top, and boots, she looked so good.
You smiled, and she returned the gesture. "Hi, how are you?"
"Okay, first of all, you look so pretty, you're truly a doll." She complimented, making you blush. "I'm fine, and you?"
"Thank you." You responded shyly. "I'm doing well."
She led you to the passenger side, opening the door and even buckling your seatbelt for you—she was a true gentleman. Placing your bag and phone on your lap, you noticed the luxurious feel of the leather seats—she was undoubtedly a girl with expensive taste.
"Where are we going?" You asked.
"That's still a surprise." She chuckled. "It's close by, don't worry." As she approached a red light, she took a moment to look at you. "If I'm driving too fast, tell me, okay?" You nodded in response.
"Gayoung, can I ask you something?" You said, looking at her.
She nodded, continuing to drive. "Tell me, even though I'm not looking, I'm paying attention."
"What if after the date, you don't like me?" You asked.
Gayoung didn't immediately answer; instead, she reached for your hand, placing it on the stick shift and wrapping it around it, so she could hold your hand while driving. This action made you blush intensely—a warmth spreading across your cheeks.
"Don't worry about that, trust me." Gayoung reassured you. "Just enjoy it, don't worry about what I think, okay?"
She pulled into the parking lot of an Italian restaurant—it was unfamiliar to you, but bustling, suggesting it was a good place. After parking, she opened the car door for you, extended her hand, you took it, and, hand in hand, you entered the restaurant. Gayoung informed the hostess about her reservation, reserving a private spot—ideal for a date. She took the seat across from you, and an involuntary giggle escaped from your lips.
"What happened?" Gayoung asked, leaning in.
"It's just surreal, being on a date with you and how genuinely nice you are." You responded. "It feels like a dream."
"Ah." She mumbled. "Well, then we are both dreaming." Gayoung could not help but find you adorable, questioning why no one had ever taken you out on a date before. 
A waitress arrived and handed you both menus, promising to return shortly. You skimmed through the options.
"You can order anything you want. I recommend the pasta, though. It's freshly made." Gayoung suggested.
You looked at her. "I was thinking about the pasta alla gricia and having a cherry lemonade."
"Good choice. I'm ordering lasagna." Gayoung responded. "I thought you might go for wine or something like that."
"No, I don't really drink." You chuckled. "You met me basically drunk, but I swear I rarely drink."
"I see." She tilted her head. "So, that's why yesterday your head hurt—you're not used to that." You nodded as the waitress approached to take the order, leaving you and Gayoung to continue your conversation.
"Do you drink, or do you just smoke?" You asked, continuing the conversation.
"I might have a drink or two, but I don't like getting drunk. I also rarely smoke; I only smoke when I'm at clubs or a party, so I can get away from the loudness for a bit." She responded.
"So when you were outside at the club, it was a coincidence we talked." You commented. "I was outside because I felt my phone vibrating—otherwise, I would have never gone outside."
"Yes, but I'm glad it happened." She said, smiling. "I wasn't even going to the club in the first place because I had to be in my studio at eight in the morning, but my friend wanted to have a few drinks."
"Do you teach classes, or do you just own the studio?" You asked.
"I do teach too—dancing is a big passion of mine. I will never stop dancing." Gayoung responded. "It has allowed me to take part in amazing opportunities."
"That's the coolest part, you work in something you love, and it pays well." You answered. "I get paid well too, and I get to work from home."
Gayoung reached out for your hand and held it. You momentarily broke eye contact, and she noticed. "I can't stop thinking about how pretty you look and how your smile warms my heart. I'm so glad you accepted my silly deal." She said, caressing with her thumb the ring she gave you.
"Honestly, if I wasn't so naive to all your comments, and you would have asked directly for my number, I would have given it to you. You're my type." You answered.
"Your type?" She questioned.
"Yes." You giggled. "Kind of masculine vibes, your style, your tattoos, everything." You looked at her. "You're my type of girl."
"You're my type of girl too." She responded. 
The waitress brought out the food and drinks, placing them carefully on the table, and you began eating and talking. The conversation flowed perfectly, and Gayoung shared a few stories about her time teaching dance classes, how she ended up owning a studio, and what the business is like. You, too, shared some stories about yourself, your time in college, and a few of your other hobbies. After finishing your meal, Gayoung ordered a tiramisu to share, and both of you enjoyed the dessert—after that, Gayoung paid the bill. Leaving the restaurant, Gayoung again opened the door for you and buckled your seatbelt, though you found yourself wanting to spend more time with her.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Gayoung was about to start the car when you looked at her. "Gayoung, would you like to go back to my apartment and watch a movie or something?"
"Sure, doll." She responded.
Driving back to your apartment, time seemed to fly, caused by the anticipation of being close to her in the intimacy of your apartment. Once she parked her car in front of your complex, you typed in the door code, inviting her in. Walking to your apartment, you unlocked the front door for her.
"Welcome back to my place." You giggled. "Make yourself comfortable on the sofa while I serve some water and grab a bag of snacks."
Gayoung settled onto your sofa, taking in the details of your apartment she had not seen before. "Can I pick the movie?" She asked.
"Yes!" You agreed as you grabbed a bag of chips and took out two glasses to pour some water.
As you approached the sofa, you set the two glasses on the table in front of it. Returning to the kitchen, you grabbed the bag of chips, then walked back and sat on the sofa. Your eyes met Gayoung's, and you both exchanged smiles.
"What movie did you pick?" You asked.
Gayoung did not immediately respond; instead, she reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I can't believe how beautiful you are. I know I've said it a bunch of times, but I can't help it." She admitted, ignoring your question. You responded with a smile, gently biting your lip in response to your nervousness.
Supporting your weight with a hand behind you, you urged her. "Gayoung, keep calling me pretty things. I like hearing them."
Drawing nearer, Gayoung began to caress your cheek. "I'm not the type of girl to ask this on the first date." She confessed, creating a pause that sparked hope that she would ask the question you wanted her to make. "Can I kiss you?"
You nodded, and she gently placed her finger over your lips, tracing them softly. Gayoung smiled as if she were admiring a piece of art, sending shivers down your spine. Moving even closer, her hand descended to hold your chin, brushing her lips over yours.
"You look so pretty blushing, doll." She remarked, returning to her flirty behavior.
Just as you were about to respond, she pressed her lips against yours. It took a moment for you to reciprocate; her lips were soft and pillowy. The kiss was gentle and tender, your lips moving together in sync. As you separated, you could not resist giving her a quick, sweet kiss in return.
"Come here." She said, signaling for you to come closer. "Give me another kiss."
With a warm smile, you complied, moving closer as she wrapped her arms around you loosely. "Another kiss?" you inquired, and she smiled in response.
"Yes, pretty." She smiled.
You kissed her again, your hand gently holding her cheek. You could feel her smiling, and the warmth of it made you feel slightly weak. As you separated, she gave you a kiss on the forehead.
"Do you want to go out again tomorrow?" She asked. "I think I'm addicted to you now." She chuckled.
"It would be my pleasure, Gayoung." You replied, snuggling against her chest.
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midnightsnyx · 1 year ago
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Hi I had an imagine idea for any hockey player as a boyfriend (I'm indecisive if you can't tell lol) but what about a scenario where reader's watching her boyfriend's hockey game, and while she cheers for him there's a group of girls nearby who hate on her? Like what if everyone knows that the hockey player and reader are dating and there are a few fans that aren't really happy with the reader and a couple of those people happen to be sitting near her at the game?
The rest is up to you, happy writing :P
hi ty for the request❤️ i picked jack hughes i hope you like it!! <3 also sorry it’s kind of angsty and short & definitely not edited cause i’m 99% asleep rn😂
you loved supporting jack at his games, it was one of your favorite things to do. however, you didn’t like the attention you received sometimes especially considering it was almost always bad.
yeah you get it, jack is good looking (too much for his own good sometimes) and he’s a professional hockey player so there are a lot of girls who like him but even though they know he’s taken, they will still throw themselves at him. and they will say awful stuff about you sometimes. anytime either of you post something on instagram, you have to disable the comments.
you’re still as supportive as you can be and that includes attending as many games as you can so you decide to surprise him tonight by showing up at a home game. you’d originally told him you were unable to make it which was true but when your boss let you go home early, you decided to surprise him instead of going home and watching the game on the tv.
it was too late to get a decent seat and you still weren’t quite comfortable enough to go to the wives lounge. the other girls were absolutely wonderful and supportive but you were still warming up to them and didn’t feel like you should be there yet.
the downside to getting a crappy seat though was that there were sometimes people around who weren’t exactly nice. you were wishing you had either gotten a suite or decided to just go to the wives lounge when a group a girls start whispering about you. it’s clear that they want you to hear them and as much as you try to tune them out, it’s hard.
by the end of the game, your self confidence is pretty low and you just want to go home and crawl in bed but jack noticed that you were here so you had to go meet him at the locker room doors. when he comes out, all smiles due to their win, he notices your mood right away.
“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks softly, wrapping his arms around you. you bury your face in his neck, hoping that he doesn’t notice the tears.
you just shrug, looking at the ground when you pull away.
“i think i’ll just go back to my place tonight.”
you don’t have to look to see the disappointment on his face. you’d promised you would spend the night at his place and the two of you were looking forward to it.
“they’re wrong, you know,” he says and of course he knows what’s wrong.
“i know jack,” you mutter. “it’s just hard to ignore sometimes.”
you don’t give him a chance to reply, turning on your heel and leaving quickly. a warm bath and your bed sounds like heaven right about now.
but you only get as far as your car before a hand gently wraps around your wrist and you know it’s jack. he tugs you into another hug, not letting you escape this time. not that you want to now.
“i won’t say i understand how it feels, baby,” he whispers in your hair. “but i don’t give a shit what any of them say.” there’s a pause and then he pulls away only far enough to be able to look you in the eyes.
“i love you.”
those three little words that weigh so much haven’t been said between the two of you. you always show your love in other ways and you were okay with that but hearing it, hearing him say them out loud, heals something inside you.
“yeah?” you ask quietly and he chuckles softly.
“yeah.” his head tilts to the side slightly. “you know, i was kind of hoping you’d-”
you cut him off before he can say anything else.
“i love you too.”
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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 days ago
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I’m non-binary.
I’m trans.
I didn’t decide to yell it loud and clear before a long time. You know what this is, right? The never-ending questions turning in your head, not knowing if it’s just me influenced by the people around me, or if I’ve been around the LGBT+ community for so long, it just started to rub off on me.
But no, I’m trans.
It took a lot less time to feel non-binary than it took to feel trans. I didn’t even know that being enby was a spectrum hiding under the great umbrella of divergent gender identities. But now, it makes sense. Men, women, enbies, we’re simply not born in the right body. That prison-body, that sees us grow up, but not the way we intended to.
In short, I’m trans.
I learned a lot of things since I’m trans. I learned that not transitioning doesn’t make you an impostor, which was a relief as it really wasn’t in my plans. I learned that, when you’re doubting, concerned by some irrational fear, you can ask for help online and find help from perfect strangers in a flash, just because they know what you’re going through. I learned there were way more genders than I thought, and that it’s fine to not know where exactly you identify. It’s human to not know. Humans are made of indecisions, right? That’s human.
I learned that being trans is being human. And yet?
Since I’m trans, I learned that my body doesn’t belong to me. No, it belongs to the far-right wing elite who decides if yes or no I have the right to exist. In France, my right to exist is fragile, but there. I wished I wasn’t there to see my American friends lose theirs.
Since I’m trans, I learned that existing is a crime in the eyes of some people. “We don’t care that you’re trans. What we want is for you to stop telling it constantly.” They say. Oh yeah? What about all the people grimacing when they see me in the street? Did I tell them I was trans? What about my family refusing to invite me because, you know, she’s provoking everyone, your daughter, she should see a therapist, your daughter. That’s not normal to act like that. Like what?
Well, I believe it’s not normal to behave the way you do, even more so since transphobia often comes in a cocktail with its two big friends, racism and queerphobia. What’s bothering you is not telling you we are transgender, no. The problem is that we exist at all.
Ah, yes, sorry! Obviously, that’s something you don’t tell out loud! No, no! Around the table, if you dare to mention the word “transphobia”, everyone suddenly feels like they have to defend their honor like some kind of medieval knights! “Me? Transphobic? Oh, that’s bullshit! I don’t have anything against people like you. They do what they want to do, the people like you. But, you know, you need to accept not everyone thinks like your people. Why don’t we agree to disagree?”
Oh yes, that’s rich! I have to agree that you have the right to not see me as a person. At least not a person like you. That you have the right to not recognize me as the same type of human you are, that you have the right to vote for people who want me dead. That you have the right to publish on social media posts that criticize me breathing when you know I can see them. That you have the right to be delighted by trans people losing their rights in the United States. That you have the right to say straight to my face that I’m mentally ill on Facebook. That you have the right to support authors giving millions against trans people just because they hurt their huge ego as yours is right now when I said you are transphobic.
And me? Ah, yes. I have the right to shut the fuck up, that’s right!
Since I’m trans, I learned that what’s bothering them is not that I’m trans. Nope, what��s bothering them is that I exist as a trans person in the public space and stand for myself. That you can’t crush me as easily as all the poor people you had the misfortune to cross roads with.
Since I’m trans, and every time I’m saying I’m trans online, I always receive death threats, insults, and 3 miles-long books to explain to me why I should shut up and stop breathing in the little space they claimed like alpha wolves in heat. Since I’m trans, I can’t read articles talking about inclusion, diversity, trans people, the LGBT+ community because their reviews spaces are full of little fascists that only feel existing by stepping on small minorities that are not many enough to defend themselves against them. And each day, they grew more abundant. It’s scary.
Since I’m trans, my mental health is deteriorating, and it’s not because I’m trans. It’s because I’m constantly exposed to hate online. It’s because it’s ok if I exist, but not too much or it starts bothering people. It’s because I was told that men, because, yes, they’re men in the majority, want me dead and that I should deal with it. It’s because I was told to accept people not agreeing I have the right to exist. It’s because I was told it’s no use to protest for my rights, since the day Big Trump will overpower the government, I won’t have any rights at all. It’s because I was told to separate J.K. Rowling and what she writes because I don’t have a say in what she does with her money, even though she’s using it to kill me. It’s because I was told I should thank Elon Musk for saving children from a transition they would regret later, even though it means condemning a lot of these children to a premature suicide because no one will listen to them.
And yet, I’m still trans, in a world that hates me, and will keep hating me if nothing changes.
I didn’t choose it, it just happened.
It’s not fashionable. It’s not provocation.
It’s who I am.
Being trans is an everyday fight. It’s waking up each morning and learning yet another one of your friends, somewhere around the world, took their own life overnight because they couldn’t bear people telling them to stop existing anymore. It happened this morning, once again.
It’s pretending to not see hatred burning around us.
I live on a patch of land circled by an inferno, and that inferno slowly closes on us. Sometimes, we manage to push it back a little with a garden hose, but then it comes closer on the other side of the house.
How much time do we have before it consumes us all?
Hopefully, we still have some time, and yet…
I don’t know if I’ll still exist tomorrow.
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Thoughts I had during TGCF S2 Ep 7
One more half left to go!
Previously on TGCF…
-He’s squeezing his fist tight 
-Honey, the reason he’s not demanding requital cause he knows you never meant to cut him with E Ming
-What’s wrong is both man and sword are still upset for that mistake
-E Ming: No let him pet me!
Hua Cheng: Leave it!  It’s fine
E Ming: No I’m not! *sobs more*
-*Hua Cheng smacks E Ming*
E Ming: OWWWIIIEE!
-Hey that’s sentient mystical weapon abuse! I’m filing!
-Hua Cheng:Because it’s always crying!
E Ming: Because you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of him!
Hua Cheng: Useless
E Ming: NO I’M NOT!  
-See, there’s the sensory overload I was talking about to me that would be pain in your ears
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-He still has the dice!
-That explains a lot
-“Hello Again” HAAAAAAAAAH
-“Oh come on Hua Cheng, teleport into Heaven.  *Tosses out soggy carrot* Sweep him off his feet, carry him off in style.” - Little John, Robin Hood (1973)
-And then the brain cell starts getting tossed around like a volleyball
-Well you know as they say, Heaven’s got a lotta stuff, a pair of dice ain’t one of them.  Also, pair of dice = Paradise, props.
-It’s the transmutation technique from the Fullmetal Alchemist series
-And then Feng Xin literally just went, ‘YOINK!’
-It’s a four!
-In they go
-There go the eardrums
-Could’ve told ‘em that earlier Qingxuan
-And four is the Chinese number for ‘Death’
-When you accidentally stumble into the opposite gender’s gym locker in junior to high during a tournament
-Not in the sauna!
-Try a badger mole’s tunnel
-Still could’ve told ‘em that earlier
-Now Mu Qing rolled a four
-That hair flip Mu Qing just did
-What are you doin in my swamp?!
-Gator boys!
-That lizard just blasted off
-Hadouken
-They’re just tossing swamp water at each other, that’s mature
-And even the gator people got scared
-Literally all the junior officials sneaking into the telepathic matrix:  FIGHT!  FIGHT!  FIGHT!  FIGHT
-Also:
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NAN YANG!  NAN YANG!  NAN YANG!
XUAN ZHEN!  XUAN ZHEN!  XUAN ZHEN!
-And every other official just started another betting pool
-Qingxuan’s the only sane god in this pickle
-Just imagine the Gaang rolling the dice
-Yeah that’s pretty
-A water droplet
-Hey no interrupting!
-The same dark sword
-He does
-His huge ass goddang sword
-Round 2!
-A sword fight that could have the energy of Sokka vs. Piandao
-Hua Cheng gasped!
-The wind
-“Forget the forgotten” what Jun Wu told him in Ep 1
-His eyes glowed
-Ruoye just evilly grinned
-A.  Yeah I was wrong on the fight comparison with the sword duel in Atla book 3
B.  THAT’S IT!!!
-He spared your life be grateful 
-“All’s fair in love and war.”  Was that one of Sun Tzu’s teachings?
-Like the Crimson Rain Sought Flower
-“The perfect being you crafted in your mind is only just that.”  Well that’s a good lesson because in reality nobody’s actually perfect.
-“I never was that person.  Believing I was will only disappoint you.” That last sentence is also great advice for how we revere certain famous people.
-That old conflict and prejudice
-Scapegoats are never good
-Thank you Mengyou
-Another genocide prevented
-Mengyou wants to move forward instead of staying in the past
-It’s official, Mengyou is the MVP of Season 2
-Power is also knowledge aside from duty.
-He smiled as Fang Xin
-Thank you Fang Xin and Mengyou
-He was a good ruler
-He lied!
-Why did he kill the previous king and queen of Yong’An
-Literally any of my TGCF OCs witnessing Xie Lian laughing and then crying: Is he ok?
Also I heard about Xie Lian being indecisive on laughing or crying and another TGCF OC will be like: Laugh or Cry?  Just pick one!
-Hua Cheng knows he is not ok
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-It’s like a Matryoshka doll and a punching dummy had a small ancient Chinese uptight baby
-That 3D dice toss and teleportation
-A cave
-He took his sword
-There’s no where to hide
-The orcs from Tolkien’s fantasy novels
-He doesn’t have the will to fight
-Smurfs
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-Ghost disguise Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are instant sketching inspiration!
-They look awesome!
-Qi Rong mention
-In other words, Qi Rong sticks a blue candle on all his ghost goons and calls it a day
-Dumb as a sack of stones
-He’s got fangs!
-Who’s he gonna meet?
5 episodes left! 2 more acts left in chapter 1 of The Scrap Immortal and the Avatar
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