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moonage lobotomy ☆
Spider-Punk by Keo Chu 🎸🕸
Geralt trying to be subtle in Baptism of fire 🔥
Spoiler : he is not.
The fact that’s an actual moment from the book made me go crazy, I love it hhh
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for the made-up fic title thingy, here's a fic title i had for an old work of mine but changed: "can't sleep love"
*cracks neck* okay so—
for this title, i can’t explain it, but it gives off obsessive energy.
cw: somnophilia
brahms is having trouble sleeping because no matter how hard he tries: HE CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU. he adores you both on the outside and the inside. he’s so happy that you’ve decided to stay despite finding out about him. every second he spends with you fills him with warmth in his heart (and loins). it doesn’t take long until his thoughts become explicit and his cock hard and straining against his boxers. he first tries to deal with it on his own by fingering his twitching hole how you would, but quickly gives up when he realizes he could never do it like you.
he sneaks inside your room like the sneaky pervert he is. he stands there above you for a few minutes just admiring your face before the throbbing of his dick reminds him of what he’s there for. he slides the sheets off your body and carefully pulls down your sleeping pants just enough to where your soft cock can pop out. he wastes no time to put his mouth into work, cautiously watching over your resting expressions as his tongue slides over your veins and head. your face twists into bliss as you get hard in his mouth. he’s taken your lessons on how to pleasure you to heart. now he can play you like a fiddle. he slides you out of his mouth, stroking the base of your cock as he does it.
brahms let out a whimper as the head of your cock enters him, his hole stretches to fit you in as he continues to slide down until you are balls deep and sitting snuggly against his prostate. he rests his hands beside your neck as he steadily raises his hips until your head kisses the rim of his ass and slams down. he couldn’t contain his moans and whine for ‘more’ even if he was in a death match. you finally snap awake when brahms cried out your name as his cum stained your chest and belly. he slumps against your chest as he pants heavily beside your neck. you didn’t think it was possible to grow more horny than you already have, but your darling losing himself on your dick proved you wrong.
brahms gasped when your palms found themselves on the fat of his ass as you bucked up into his tight hole. you grin as you whispered into his ear, “i’m not satisfied, love.”
cinnamon
2min (Lee Know x reader x Seungmin)
5k Words (i just wanna say that before i edited this, the word count was at 5148…. 148… i love seungmin… then the 5 for Minho?? Yeah anyways.)
NSFW!!! 18+++ smut smut smut
You take a last look in the mirror before fluffing your hair. You grab a lip gloss and swipe it over your lips quickly before catching your friend's eye in the mirror behind you.
"Nervous?" She questions and closes the distance between you before draping her arms over your shoulders and pulling your back to her front. You immediately melt into her touch, finding comfort in the familiarity.
"A little," you admit, lacing your fingers with your best friend's.
"Don't be! You're so hot, y/n. They'll love you. Everyone was nervous for their first private event but that just means you caught somebody's eye out there... somebody rich," she adds the last part with a wink and you chuckle before she leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
"You got this. Go get 'em, tiger," she teases, patting you on the shoulder before leaving to start her own set. You glance at yourself in the mirror again before standing and taking a step back.
You had chosen one of your simplest outfits, but also a crowd favorite. It was a red lingerie set, the shade of red complimented your skin tone perfectly. The top crosses around your back and ties in the front, it only takes one pull for the top to come off completely. You put on a simple matching red thong and some white thigh highs, finishing off with your red heels that lace up your legs.
You grab your favorite little black dress and pull it over your head. The neckline is just low enough that if anyone were to look down your dress, they would get a peak at the red lingerie that waits underneath. You smooth the dress down and give yourself a once over before taking a deep breath and walking out of the room, towards the private party room.
You've been dancing at this club for a few months, still a newbie, and you had your first request for a private show. This was huge, being so new, still, you’re equally as excited as you are nervous.
You glance up at the clock, right on time, before gently pulling the curtain back and seeing a group of men chatting and drinking, all lounging across the couches and chairs that the club had provided in the private room.
"Hi," you let a soft smile make its way to your face as suddenly the attention of everyone in the room is completely on you, "I'm Cinnamon. You can call me Cinny or Cin," you scan your eyes across the room and the men all return your gaze before introducing themselves one by one.
"I'm Seungmin, and this is Minho," the last one tilts his head at his friend and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the two of them.
Seungmin had a softer face, sweeter. He had a smile on his face when he introduced himself and his friend. Minho, on the other hand, barely spared you a glance, let alone a smile. Still, his beauty was extremely captivating and made a dryness form in your throat.
"Pleasure to meet you all. Mind if I pour some champagne?" You offer, signaling to the unopened bottle in the bucket on the table.
"Go right ahead," someone replies and you grab the bottle, popping the champagne. Everyone grabs a glass before you walk around the room, in the same order that they introduced themselves, slowly pouring the bubbly drink.
Once you reach Seungmin, his gaze is already fixed on you, making you clear your throat and chuckle and you begin pouring into his glass.
"What are you staring at?" You raise an eyebrow at him, a smirk forming on your face. He raises both of his eyebrows in surprise, obviously not expecting you to call him out.
"Oh?" His gaze locks on your's and you freeze for a moment as you see something dark flash behind his sweet eyes, "Aren't you interesting?" He finishes, tilting his head. The action would actually be rather cute if you hadn't already clocked the sweet persona to be some sort of act.
"I've been called worse," You shrug, trying to joke off the comment but you can already feel your knees weak at his tone and gaze on you.
You finally break the eye contact and make your way to the last person, Minho. His chin is resting in his hand and his eyes meet your's when you approach him. He tilts his glass to you, wordlessly, making you bend down lower to meet him halfway.
He lets his gaze peak into the top of your dress and catches sight of the red lingerie, practically begging for him to ogle. He still says nothing as you stand back up straight but he purposely lets his eyes trail down your body when he knows you're looking, just to make you nervous.
And his plan definitely works.
You're thankful that the lights are as dim as they are or else he would be able to very clearly make out the red tint that covers your neck and chest.
You settle into the couch between two of the men, one of them being the one who had paid for the private room. You quickly jump into small talk about random things before the man on one side of you stands and excuses himself to the restroom.
Seungmin uses this opportunity to slide closer to you, replacing his friend's spot. You pretend not to notice him and how good he smells when he drapes his arm on the couch behind you, careful not to touch you but you still feel surrounded by him.
"Are you ignoring me?" Seungmin's voice is suddenly too close, making chills rise across your skin. You turn your head, crossing your legs in his direction to try to give him more of your attention.
"W-what makes you think that?" you mentally slap yourself for stuttering but try to put the confident mask back up to have this conversation with him. He shrugs, leaning back into the seat, his gaze still on you. He lifts his hips slightly, letting his legs fall apart and you have to gulp at how fucking…enticing he looks.
"You seem much more interested in everyone else," he replies, breaking your eye contact to let his eyes trail down your bare legs.
"You make me a little nervous. That's all," you confess, the single glass of champagne you had must be adding some sort of magical confidence to you.
"Mm. Why's that, pretty?" he does that damn head tilt again, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
"You're just so... intriguing. Fascinating, even," your bottom lip becomes trapped between your teeth. Seungmin's gaze drops to your mouth for a moment before he meets your eyes again.
"How's that, baby?" He asks but before you can reply, the song catches your attention. One of your dances is to this song. This is your cue to stand and start the next part of the show. You smirk at the boy again before placing your hand on his thigh and using the leverage to stand up. Was that necessary? No. Was it just to elicit a reaction? Yes.
You step away from him, walking towards the pole in the center of the room. Your presence alone is enough to demand the attention of the entire room and suddenly everyone's eyes are on you. You step on the mini circular stage and wrap one hand around the pole, slowly circling it.
You stop when your back is to everyone before grabbing the strap of your dress and slowly sliding it down your shoulder. You grab the other strap and do the same before turning around and leaning back against the pole, the lacy top of your red bra poking out the neckline of your dress.
You let one of your legs slowly slide up the pole, making your dress inch up your thighs. You know that if someone is sitting in the right spot, they could be getting a really good look up your dress.
You lock eyes with the person in front of you and they land on those same cat-like ones that seemed so uninterested in you earlier. Minho is leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees and his glass of whiskey gripped loosely in his hand.
Oh.
His hands.
This is the first time that you've gotten a look at them and you can't help biting your lip at the thought of how they would feel inside of you...
Don't get it twisted! You're well aware that it is very frowned upon to sleep with customers. You never have! And you swore you never would.
But that was before Seungmin and Minho walked through that door.
You let your hands trail down your body, grabbing your dress and pushing it down around your waist. Minho's icy gaze never leaves your's and you have to let your eyes flutter closed to try to concentrate on the rest of the dance.
The smell of a lit cigar fills the air as you continue to dance with the pole, letting the music take you over. Once the song concluded, another came on, one of your favorites to do lap dances to.
You slowly step down off the stage, left only in your lingerie, heels, and socks. Though you aren't completely nude, the tiny set left little to the imagination. You grabbed the bottle of champagne and take a swig from it before walking towards the man that booked the room tonight.
You place one leg on the outside of his thigh, careful not to touch him too much before leaning forward and gently tapping his chin, tilting his head back. You bring the bottle to his lips and let the cool liquid pour into his mouth for a moment before using your thumb to brush a drop that had escaped from his lips.
You glance over at Minho and he still looks completely uninterested. This irritates you far more than you thought it would and you decide in this moment that you want to break him.
You circle the room, pouring the fizzy drink into each of the men's mouth's before you get to the last two. You graze your fingers over Seungmin's shoulder as you fully straddle his lap, much closer than you had done to anyone else. You even go as far as settling your weight into him slightly, just to feel him up against your core.
You wrap a hand around his neck, lacing your fingers into the hair at the back of his head and pulling slightly. His head falls back and you gently pour the champagne into his mouth.
Lastly, you have Minho. A smirk covers your face as you take the step towards him. A mischievous idea floods your mind and you have to fight the smile as you get closer.
You lean towards his ear, your breath tickling his skin. He doesn't move away from you or back away. He doesn't even freeze necessarily, he just allows you to do what you want.
"You could at least act like you like me, kitty," You tack on the nickname, a reference to his fierce gaze. He doesn't say anything when you lean back and take the champagne in your own mouth. You lean forward and grab his jaw before letting the liquid fall from your mouth into his.
Multiple shouts and laughs fill the room as the group teases Minho and congratulates him simultaneously. You pull away from him, letting a chuckle leave your lips as your gaze meets his.
His eyebrows are raised, an evil (and hot) smirk on his face. You shrug, triumphantly before continuing your show.
Many more dances, lap dances, intentional contact, unintentional eye contact, your set was technically concluded. Now you were to act as the host, making sure everyone had what they needed.
You had just stepped back into the room, having been asked to get some more cigars. They had grabbed some girls and people and begun dancing with each other. Lap dances in one corner, people grinding on each other in the other, one of your friends and coworkers up on a table. You chuckle before making your way to the seat that Minho and Seungmin were sitting, sipping on drinks and chatting with each other.
You ignore their gazes as you settle on the arm of the seat, right in front of Seungmin's arm. If he were to move it forward a few inches, his arm would be around you waist. You pop open the humidor and grab the cigar cutter before cutting a few cigars, as per request of the party.
You pass two to the men on the seat next to your before placing the container on the table in front of you. They both light their cigars and you glance over at them before standing and sitting yourself down on the corner of the table in front of them.
Seungmin crosses his ankle over his thigh, his hand resting on his knee. The rings adorning his fingers catch your attention as they reflect off the red lights of the club. His bangs fall into his face as he tilts his head slightly at you. (insert photo from above)
"Cinnamon, huh?" He asks, smile on his face. You grip the edge of the table, and lean forward, breasts threatening to spill from the top of your bra.
"That would be correct. Do you like it?" Your tongue peaks out between your teeth and he chuckles at the cute expression.
"Mm. What do you think, Minho?" He asks, turning to face his friend. Minho glances over at him, smoke circling his pretty, no, perfect features. His pretty nose on fully display and his intense gaze leaves you for a moment, focusing instead on Seungmin. (insert photo)
"I think it matches her," he replies, acting as though you aren't even there.
"I'm right here, y'know? I can hear you," you squint at his pretty side profile and he turns his face, leaning forward and it takes everything in your power to not back away. His entire demeanor and aura was just so intimidating and hot.
"I know. But you aren't the one who asked me the question, are you, sweetheart?" The tone of his voice alone had you squeezing your thighs together. It was so condescending but so ... hot? Ugh, brain!! Think of a better word than hot!
"No, I guess not," your voice had grown much less confident and smaller under his scrutinizing gaze and the way he just dumbified you.
"Hm. So you can be a good girl? I'll remember that," he makes this comment so quietly, you're not even sure Seungmin heard it before he lets out a snarky chuckle and stands, jerking his head towards a free spot where no one was dancing.
"Come dance?" It is supposed to come out as a question but seems more like a demand in your ears. You stand quickly and Minho finally leans back into his seat, gaze on you and Seungmin.
You follow him before he turns to face you. You wrap your arms around his neck before slowly beginning to sway to the beat. You let your eyes fall shut and Seungmin's arms wrap around your waist gently. His deep voice fills your ears and you can barely hear him over the thud of the music and your heart.
"Is it alright if I touch you?"
"Yes. Only you. Only if it's you," you confirm, barely thinking straight as his grip tightens. His hips catch the rhythm of yours and, much to your surprise, he's taking lead against you. Who knew he had some secret dancing skills?
He glances over your shoulder before letting out a chuckle and spinning you gently in his arms. Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he continues to gently guide your hips against his.
Your eyes flutter open when he traces the lace of your panties. Your body instinctively reacts, jumping in his arms at the gentle touch.
"Your friend is looking at us," your eyes lock with those same cat-like ones that you have been swimming in all night.
"I think you're focusing on the wrong person, baby girl," you jump again when his fingertips gently trail up your torso, brushing against your nipples through the thin fabric, and making his way to your throat.
A gasp leaves your mouth when he gently wraps his fingers around your throat. He isn't choking you, it almost seems like he's trying to rile Minho up.
You're glad that your backs are turned to everyone else and nobody can see just how far you're going with these two. You usually would never go this far, but there's just something appealing about the two of them.
"Come on," you breath the words out, before grabbing Seungmin's wrist and dragging him towards the door. You stop with your hand on the doorknob and turn to look at Minho again.
"You coming?" You know he can't hear you but he reads your lips perfectly and stands without a second to spare. Your grip on Seungmin's wrist tightens as you slip into another private room that you know won't be occupied tonight.
You step in the door and before you can say anything, Seungmin pulls his wrist back, making you stumble back into his chest. His hand trail down your bare arms, even more goosebumps rising and he leans down, his breath warm against your neck.
"You're so beautiful," he brushes your hair over your opposite shoulder and places a kiss to the newly exposed skin, "You should be mine," he finishes but before you can reply, you hear the door shutting behind the two of you, followed by slow footsteps until Minho enters your sight.
He reaches his hand out and gently rubs his thumb across your bottom lip. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment before they reopen and your gaze fixates on his again.
"Don't look at me like that," his voice is rough, deep, sexy. Between his words and the kisses being pressed to your neck and shoulder, you're practically a puddle between the two of them.
"Like what?"
"With that sweet, innocent look in your eyes. It makes me want to ruin you even more," he takes a step closer, his chest pressing into yours and forcing you to lay your head back onto Seungmin's shoulder again.
"Then ruin me," your voice is quiet and for the first time since you've laid eyes on him, a smile spreads across his face. A short chuckle leaves his throat before he leans in and presses his lips to yours.
The kiss is messy, all tongue and spit. It's disgusting and hot. He tastes like cigars and whiskey, the slightest twang from the champagne that you had spit into his mouth earlier.
You let him push his tongue further into your mouth and one of his hands creeps up the back of your neck and laces his fingers into the hair at the base of your skull.
"She looks so good like this," Seungmin's voice sounds from behind you and Minho pulls away from your lips to glance at him over your shoulder.
"Let me see," Minho replies, using the grip in your hair to turn your head to side and meet your lips to Seungmin's.
His kiss is different, more meticulous. It isn't much kinder than Minho's. It's dripping with dominance and forces you into the same submissive state as his friend's lips. His hands settle on your hips, pulling your hips against his bulge.
You're starting to be able to feel his hardness poking your backside, making you grind into him. Knowing Minho's eyes are on you, have you grinding into Seungmin more, deepening the kiss before Minho's using his grip in your hair to pull you away from his friend's lips.
"God, she's practically devouring you. I think I just saved your life," he teases and Seungmin chuckles in response before his hands are grazing the top of your panties again. He snaps the band against your skin, making you let out a yelp and jump in their hold.
"You're sensitive, aren't you, sweetheart?" Seungmin asks but your head is already becoming too fuzzy to give him a true response. You let out a hum and suddenly you feel a sharp sting to the outside of your thigh. You jump again and lock eyes with Minho's.
"He asked you a question. Be a good girl and speak when spoken to." He commands you and you nod, swallowing the dryness in your throat.
"Y-yes. I'm sensitive. It's been a long time," you confess and Minho's grip in your hair loosens. He tucks a stray strand that had fallen into your face, a smile on his lips.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"It wasn't. I'll use my words from now on," you promise and he raises a manicured eyebrow at your sudden submission.
"Well, except when my cock is down your throat," Seungmin's filthy words have your eyes growing wide and you turn your head to the side to catch sight of him, already looking at you. His eyes are dark again, that same thing flashing that you had seen earlier.
"On your knees, princess. You heard him," Minho's voice sounds and you obey, immediately dropping to your knees, facing Seungmin's slack covered thighs. You place your hands on either on of his legs and despite being thin, you can feel the firmness of the muscles against your hands.
Minho's hand appears from behind you and he quickly undoes the buckle on Seungmin's belt, pushing the pants down until they pool around his ankles, leaving his hard cock and boxers at eye level with you. You reach forward with shaky hands and slowly peel the waistband down, letting his cock spring free.
He's big. Not too thick but long, your throat will definitely be sore after this one.
You gently wrap a hand around him, making a hiss leave his mouth at the contact. You stroke him a few times before finally wrapping your lips around the head of him. You slowly let your head sink down, taking him as far as you can without gagging, before pulling back.
"Oh come on. You can do better than that," Minho's voice sounds from behind you and then you feel his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down his friend's length. You gag and choke around Seungmin as Minho guides your head up and down him.
Drools drips down your chin and you can feel it beginning to make its way down your neck and chest as you let the man take advantage of your throat. He's fucking your face like no other and you have no choice but to take it.
"Shit. You're gonna make me cum. I'm gonna cum down this t-tight little throat," Seungmin's hand finds it's way on top of Minho's and he holds you in place, deciding to thrust his cock in and out of your mouth before his stills, spilling down your throat.
He is so deep in your throat that you have no choice but to swallow, practically choking on a combination of his cum and your own spit. He lets out a deep groan, pulling you off his length before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.
"My turn," Minho's voice sounds and Seungmin pulls away from you. Minho take his place in front of you and glides his two middle fingers across your lips before pushing into your mouth.
Your jaw drops open obediently and he pushes the two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
"What a good little mouth for me to use. Tell me your name," his fingers swirl around your mouth, sometimes dipping further towards your throat and gathering the moisture from there.
"Cinnamo-"
"Your real name. I want to say it while I fuck this tight little throat. And I want to moan it again when I fill up that cunt of your's," his words are filthy, they have you blushing and writhing in your spot.
"Y/n," you speak out when he pulls his fingers from your mouth.
"Mm. Pretty name for such a pretty little play thing," He pulls his fingers out of your mouth at the same time his free hand is tugging his pants down. He’s big too. Thicker than Seungmin but not as long.
“Open sesame,” He chuckles before shoving his cock into your mouth and straight down your throat, his pelvis practically pushed against your nose before he pulls all the way out, making you choke and drool all over yourself and his shoes.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Seungmin’s voice is breathless and you suddenly feel his hand under your chin, tilting your head back so he could get a good look at you. Your makeup is ruined between the tears and the drool and he was getting hard again at the sight.
“You’re so pretty,” his voice is almost fond, his eyes were genuinely admiring every square inch of your face, “I need to fuck her,” He finishes, glancing up at his friend, who rolls his eyes in response.
“You’re impatient,” he objects.
“She can finish sucking you off while I fuck her,” Seungmin defends and Minho rolls his eyes again before take a step back. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there has more wetness pooling in your thong.
Seungmin smirks and uses his other hand to grab the top of your arm, pulling you to standing. You follow him to the couch and he sits, patting his lap and you immediately straddle him. His hands reach up and pulls the ribbon on the front of your bra, your breasts falling free in front of his face.
He leans in and immediately wraps his lips around one of your nipples, making a moan fall from your lips, your head falls back at the feeling. You lift your hips and reach down, pulling your tiny thong to the side before lining your entrance up with Seungmin’s cock.
You begin to sink down and Seungmin’s moan sends vibrations through your body before he pops off your nipple looking up at you again, grabbing both your boobs in each of his big hands.
“Fuck you feel so good, baby,” Seungmin’s voice is already breathless as you slowly begin to bounce, shivers rattling through your body every time you sink down.
Minho rounds the two of you, stopping on the side of the couch. He runs his fingers through your disheveled hair, pulling you towards his cock again and you swallow him easily.
“Am I acting like I like you now, kitty?” he taunts, throwing your own words back in your face as you moan against his cock, vision blurring with tears.
Once you finally start to get into the rhythm, Seungmin’s patience has gone out the window.
“Getting distracted, sweetheart?” He chuckles under you before using his iron grip on your hips to hold you in place while he begins to drill up into you. Your eyes immediately roll back into your head at the pace he has decided to take.
“Fuck, y/n. I’m gonna cum,” Minho’s voice sounds from above you and before you can process what he’s saying, he’s pulling out of your mouth and cumming onto your mouth and chin, dripping down your neck and chest.
“Look at you. What a messy little cumslut,” he rubs his thumb through the cum on your chin and forces it into your mouth.
“S-she liked that. Fuck. Cunt’s gripping me so tight, pup,” Seungmin moans out and Minho pulls his finger from your mouth before stepping behind you. He grips your ass before landing a slap on the bouncing flesh, making a mix between a moan and a yelp to leave your mouth.
“Has anyone ever fucked this tight little hole, slut?” Minho’s sentence is punctuated by the thumb pressing against your asshole, making you jump.
“Y-yes,” your voice isn’t much more than a whisper at this point.
“Mm, bet you liked it, didn’t ya?”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes, I liked it so much,” you’re stuttering out and another moan leaves your lips when you feel a drop of spit landing directly on the puckered flesh.
Minho rubs his thumb against the hole again, letting the finger sink into your tightest hole. You moan so loudly that you’re certain someone would hear you if they walked by but you really couldn’t care.
Minho leans down over your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your waist and placing a kiss to the side of your neck before his hand slides down and instantly finds your clit, rubbing circles quickly.
“I wanna hear you cum. I wanna see what you look like when you cum with my finger in your tight little ass while Minnie ruins you,” His words are filthy and the use of the innocent nickname for some reason does it for you as you let out a shriek, spiraling quickly into a really intense orgasm.
“Almost there baby. I’m gonna cum,” Seungmin’s voice is distant and you clench down again as he fucks up into you, your grip on his neck tightens as you speed up the pace.
“W-wait I’m about to cum,”
“Cum in me,” the voice that comes out of your mouth doesn’t even sound like you but it’s enough for Seungmin to cum basically on the spot.
When you reopen your eyes, you’re met with Seungmin’s looking up at you and then you feel a set of hands running through your hair, scratching at your scalp.
“Hey y/n? You okay, pretty?” Minho’s voice sounds and you tilt your head back, the crown of your head finding his stomach behind you as your glazed over eyes meet his.
“Hi,” you smile, lopsided and tired and he chuckles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Hi, baby,” he replies against your lips and you sit up again, getting off of Seungmin and pulling your clothes back to how the should be before tying your bra.
“I-I need to shower. My shift is almost over,” you chuckle, glancing at the clock behind their heads.
“How about we wait for you outside and you come back to our place?” Minho suddenly speaks up and you look over at him.
“Really?” You ask and they both nod.
“Yeah. There’s no way I’m done with you yet,” Minho winks and you feel your face heat up at the insinuation.
“Okay,” you breathe out and they both smile before you step out of the room to get ready to go home with these strangers.
Fran Drescher as Fran Fine in “The Nanny” which won a Primetime Emmy for Outstanding Individual Achievement in Costuming for a Series in 1995
ugh, don't you just hate it when you're on a date with your partner and your boss won't stop calling to chat? 🙄
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Curtwen for @starkidobsessedgiantgremlin, featuring a grumpy Agent Mega who doesn't like having to share attention.
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garden bed
todoroki shoto x gn! reader
word count: 0.9k
summary: He doesn’t know how he got here, not really, but he finds that he can’t really care when he’s this warm and you’re getting this close.
content: pining, kissing, SO SWEET, fluff, introspection (i guess), todoroki is so out of character kill me now, cute things and developing relationship and mild anxiety
loose part 2 to garden snake but you could def read this w/o reading that like its barely connected LMFAO
notes: no i actually cant characterize todoroki okay SORRY sue me for it! one day i will write my prepared 20k painter au todoroki centric fic but today is NOT THAT DAY. i wanted to write silly kissing so i did it…
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Todoroki would not be able to explain how he got here.
He’s in a daze right now. Not from the lingering heat of the garden bed he sat in for the last hour, and not from the humidity of your room failing to be quelled by the loud, running fan that rotates slowly in the corner. Maybe those are minimal factors, but, really. It’s because of you.
You’re kissing him—everywhere, in every way, and his face is a diluted crimson hue. You’re giggling against his cheek, kissing it over and over again until he’s sure he’ll get a bruise right in the soft part of his face. He feels your teeth unexpectedly clamp down on it in a playful bite, and he flinches away in mild shock.
“You— bit me?”
You laugh at him, lightly, and kindly. “Yeah. You didn’t like it?”
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