#// and like you know. why not. he would do this. he is unbelievably bored and wants to simply do leisure shit now. so
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"= in other news about the new universe thing, there is now a single small rocky but non-life-inhabited planet inside it (besides me), which at this given moment, prevents the death of anything living on it, even by force. it, ah, how do i put it. cancels the death. and, as such, is also automatic unless i myself am like. disarmed of abilities, which, i don't think is happening any time soon. it's a 'set and forget', so, i think now i can get to 'make this place livable' and then i can launch my little project. which is, getting an artificial atmosphere intact, and seeing if anyone will show up. and setting up wide transportaliser access. fuck, that will be annoying. backdoor it. fuck it. ="
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#// tekras on his quest to create the generic roleplay setting of ever because he's bored and remembers my rp of dream bubble activity groups#// and like you know. why not. he would do this. he is unbelievably bored and wants to simply do leisure shit now. so#// this is what godtier endgame gets you. that endless behavior
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đđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: Next time you wanna do something nice for your boyfriend, how about making sure he doesnât see the package â let alone OPEN it! â before you? Especially if itâs something with bunny earsâŚ!
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! you and Geto are college sweethearts - implied that you and Geto are early 20s - lingerie + bunny outfit - oral (m! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - use of an anal toy; butt plug - backshots/doggy style + deep impact positions - impact play (spanking) - clitoral play - praise - finger sucking - cervix fucking - unprotected sex (psa: don't be silly; wrap the willy) - pet names (angel, baby, bunny girl, little bunny, good girl, my love, princess, sweet baby, sweetie) - cameos: Utahime, Mei Mei, and Gojo - reader is very shy but is trying their best! - kind of freaky! Geto awakening, lmao - humor - mention of drool/spit and tears - will be proofread l8r.
đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 9.2k (sigh..)
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđ: based on this ask!! haven't done a suguru fic in a long while so ehh, why not? && tysm for 8.8k, my loves xoxo
ââŚâ
Oh no.
ââŚWell,â
I have to be dreamingâŚ
âNeedless to say, I brought your package inside, Y/n.â
THEREâS NO WAY!!!
Being an introvert can have its trivial times; you should know that. Looking back on your life, you canât seem to say you had the drive to stand out, an expertise you regret not putting effort into. You couldnât do it; youâve tried but to no avail! Going out of your comfort zone is too scary, shivering or freezing on the spot whenever youâre being spoken to or fumbling with words when trying to make a point. Man, itâs so embarrassing! It sucks â youâre a grown adult, and yet you can barely get through any gathering without anxiety rattling your bones.
Some are good at talking with others or are lucky enough to be naturally blessed with a social spirit. Some people like your boyfriend, for example.Â
Yes, you have a boyfriend.Â
Suguru Geto, your partner, wasnât a complete extrovert. Honestly, heâs comfortable keeping to himself if he could choose. After meeting you, he preferred dates when you visit each otherâs dormitories and enjoy each otherâs company. However, compared to you, his people-pleasing skills outclassed yours unquestionably. Geto knew how to talk, drawing people in with his mellow tone and inviting aura. He was good at mingling and making everyone feel comfortable around him. You were a victim to it, lured in by his charm and soft ambiance.
He was terrific, a role model to you. How he would efficiently put himself out there while you stayed close in his shadow never failed to inspire you. The way he spoke, how he listened intently to othersâ concerns, and his maturity seen as a dependable figure to lean on. Itâs absurd to think that such a marvelous man fell in love with you and asked to court you.
You and Geto have dated since your junior year of college; what you once thought would be a tiny crush on one of the schoolâs notorious heartthrobs became your first and longest-running relationship! How did that happen!? You couldnât tell; one moment, you two were paired up for an end-of-semester project, and he managed to have you relax and talk with him daily. The next thing you know, heâs asking you to live with him in his apartment the second you finish graduation. Now, you two have been a couple for nearly half a decade. Itâs unbelievable to think about.
But even with how long you two have been together, there are moments where you feel as though you werenât doing your part. Being in a relationship is such a hurdle for an awkward person, aka you, such as going stiff whenever old friends of Suguru pop up and greet him or him inviting you along to parties only for you to stay glued to a corner in silence. You felt as though you wereâŚboring? Dull? Deadweight!? The list goes on, and the guilt never tires you out.
And Geto â God bless him â has repeatedly expressed and assured you that you didnât have to feel as such. His alluring purple eyes and soothing voice vouch that he doesnât mind standing in as your sponsor and speaking for you, and you are eternally grateful to the stars above for gracing a loving and understanding boyfriend your way. Nonetheless, the stress that churns your stomach doesnât go away. Heâs always been the one to voice for you, attend to you, and look out for you. Hell, even in the bedroom, heâs doing most of the work. Again, heâs never complained nor seems to ever will, but still!
Heâs done so much for you, and you want to meet him at least halfway and make him feel appreciated. So, you took matters into your own hands and decided to do something special for your man!
Here was the plan: going out and buying stuff meant talking to people, and talking meant letting strangers know about your business; merely thinking about it had you trembling a storm. So yeah, nope. You went on the Internet and found sites catering to your search. You canât say you were the type to wear anything risquĂŠ, especially in the bedroom. So, you dialed up your two best friends, Mei Mei and Shoko, to help you find stuff that they thought would look nice for you to wear.
Luckily, they came in clutch and found something for a beginner like you! Itâs not something youâd wear in publicâyouâd rather dieâbut itâs a good start when implementing new things into your lifestyle. You added the item to your cart, purchased it, and waited silently for your package to arrive. To say you were anxious about this new step of adulthood was on the nail, but you beamed with glee once you got the notification that your bundle would be delivered today!
Before then, you decided to nap and wait for the item to be delivered to your apartment door. You woke up to that once you saw the notice on your phone, yawning your way out of the shared bedroom to retrieve it.
However, what you saw as you entered the living room stopped you dead in your tracks, and your eyes widened with absolute horror.
What you should have accounted for was that today was a Thursday, meaning Geto would usually come home from work on weekdays. So, while you were snoring in the comfort of your blanket, your boyfriend was the first to see a mysterious box with your name on it at his doorstep. And to add more salt to the wound, you caught him in the act unboxing the package and inspecting its contents, and youâre too shocked to fall on your knees at what he has in his hands.
Geto sat on the living room couch, the box perched on the coffee table opened with the wrappings decorating the brown table surface. His eyes find your figure to latch onto, but yours honed on what he was inspecting. In his right hand was a black lacy top meant to be worn around a chestâthe other holding onto a headband with bunny ears of velvet material.Â
This is where we lay our current scene; astounded, you could only stand in place â like Geto â at the sight before you. And with every passing second, you wanted nothing but to explode into bits. Your boyfriend had found your package and opened it!
Of course, youâd be stammering your words! âW-Where did you get that!?â What a silly question; where else would he have gotten it, dumbass?
Nonetheless, the dark-haired man answers after a forced cough. âWell, umm, I saw it at the door coming from work. I brought it in and was going to let you know, but you were asleep, and IâŚdidnât wanna bother you.â
âWhy did you open it if you knew it was mine??â
Geto raised his hands defensively, still holding onto the items. âIâIâm sorry! I thought it was something different, like the cute glass cups you liked and ordered last week. I figured I would set those up on your behalf. I had no idea it would be somethingâŚâ Your feet suddenly felt heavy, watching your boyfriend scan the lace top. âLike this.â
Any attempt to fight the mini shakes of your knees was impractical, and your throat was going so dry that you were scared to swallow.
âThis doesnât seem like something you would buy; could someone have accidentally sent this with the wrong information?â He inquires with furrowed brows. âBetter not be some fucked up prank or whatever.â
âN-No, itâs, IâŚâ Fuck, this had to be the worst scenario to admit this. ââŚ.I did mean to buy it.â
Have you ever had those moments where people would look at you after saying something that you wish you hadnât? You indeed hated those moments; they made you feel so scrutinized by the public judging you. And seeing your manâs eyes widen and his expression morphed his lips to a small âoâ shape? Oh, you couldnât breathe adequately.
âYou bought,â your quivering lips worsen when his left wrist flicks with the bunny-eared headband. âThis?â
Your hands come to your face, shielding yours from his as you silently squat down with the weight of your humiliation. The shakes rock your entire frame, and you can sense your tears forming. This officially was the worst day ever; out of all the dilemmas that could happen, why did it have to be the worst one of all?!? Your partner had found out about the out-of-the-norm purchase you made without you present to explain yourself first. Now he probably thinks heâs dating some freak into weird shit. Can this day get any worse!?!
You wanted to cry, hoping the floor beneath you would give way and ingest you out of this cold, cruel world. But alas, youâre still here and can hear the footsteps approaching your crouching state, and you jolt when Geto embraces you.
âY/n,â God, why did he say your name like that? His tone was smooth like honey, and he rubbed your back as he brought you closer. âItâs okay, baby. I didnât mean to judge you or anything; I was just curious, is all. Sorry, I opened your package without letting you know, okay?⌠Ahh, did I make my sweet angel cry?â Raven brows scrunched together at the view of you burrowing into his chest more. âAww, Y/n, Iâm sorryâŚâ
Yes, you were indeed sniffling into his sweatshirt. Although, itâs not that he opened your stuff without your consent that upset you the most. You whine while moving your face, âI justâŚwanted to do something different.â
âHmm?â Getoâs hand doesnât stop rubbing your back, speaking to you in a low mode. âWhatâs the reason, sweetie?â
âBecause, well,â you chewed the inside of your cheek as they warmed. âI just felt like I wasnâtâŚLikeâsigh, youâve done so much for me in this relationship, and Iâm so lucky to have you as my boyfriend. But I feel like I donât do my part as I should, you know?â Nothing is said from the other, so you continue. âI justâsniffâwant you to know that I appreciate you and all youâve done, although I didnât know if my words would do me justice. So, I, uhh,â your thumbs find their way to fiddle with themselves. âI asked Shoko and Mei Mei for help and boughtâŚ..this to wear for you.â
Three seconds pass without saying anything, then six. At ten seconds, the silence suffocates you and probes your unease more and more.Â
However, his chestâs sudden rise and fall startles you, along with his pleasant laughter. âSo thatâs what this is all about, huh?â Your bodyâs rigid compared to his lively motion. âMy angel was gonna doll up for me?â
âYeah, and you ruined it!â You fuss, your cute teary face all hot and puffy as you complain. âI just wanted to do something special for you after I finally muster up the courage to go out of my comfort zone and do something nice andâŚwell, sexy,â you cringed internally at the final word. Yet, it was true.Â
Geto hums through your explanation. âYouâre always sexy to me.â
âThatâs not the point!â He laughs at your remark, the sound filling you with warmth. âIââŚIâm different compared to you. Whenever weâre out, youâre so much more social than me; I feel like Iâm a burden or make it seem I need you to watch over me or somethingâŚAnd I know youâve said youâre okay with it and donât mind, but itâsâŚ.sniffâI donât know, like Iâm putting more on your plate when itâs more of a âmeâ problemâŚâ
Your eardrums pick up low chuckles. Then, like the Prince Charming he is, Geto uses his hand to bring your chin up. Your face warms up at his handsome face in your vicinity. âBaby, although I appreciate you going out your way to do something for meâbelieve me, I could jump over the moon right nowâyou donât have to go outside whatâs comfortable to you to impress me or anything.â
âBut Iââ
âI mean it; I really donât mind that I have to be some voucher for you. Itâs not a burden; thatâs just who you are. And if thatâs the case, youâre too cute as hell the way you are.â You didnât see his small smile grow because your eyes bashfully averted away from his gaze. âNow, if you want to build your confidence, donât be afraid to ask me for help, okay? No need to force yourself to change up for the sake of âappeasingâ me or feel as though youâre not fitting whatever bullshit mold of an appropriate partner youâre expected to be.â
âSuguruâŚâ
âY/n,â your name pierces your heart like an arrow as his hand prompts your face back to him; God, heâs so dreamy. âI like you no matter what. Youâre my princess; your troubles are my troubles. Iâd tell you long ago that youâre bothersome if it wasnât. But youâre not, so donât put too much weight on yourself. Promise not to stress yourself over this, okay?â He boops your nose, âRemember: communication is key, right?â
Once again, youâre reminded how lucky you are to have such a man like Suguru Geto to court you. So understanding and attentive to your feelings and wrapping you in his blanket of love constantly makes it hard not to fall in love all over again. Chewing your bottom lip doesnât even help the heat of your cheeks creeping onto your ears.Â
âYouâre right,â you almost melt under his lips as he kisses your forehead. âI promise.â
âGood girl,â your heart skips a beat. âBut what are we gonna do with all this?â He points to the open package with his chin. âNow I feel kinda bad for having you buy this for me and ruining the special occasion.â
Wincing at the box, you remove yourself from Getoâs embrace to inspect the contents. âHonestly, looking at them in real time, I regret buying them. Iâll return them tomorrow or Monday, seeing I donât necessarily needââ
âWoah, woah,â you stop in your tracks at your boyfriendâs exclamation. âWhy are you returning them?âÂ
Huh? âWell, I mean, thereâs no need for them, no? It was meant to be a surprise.â
âYeah, but you already spent so much money for my sake. Plus,â Geto picks up the bunny ear headband from the package. âIf this is what you were gonna wear for me, then it would be kind of upsetting if I didnât see you wear it at least once.â
Oh, God, no. âSâSuguru, itâs totally fine; I can justââ Oh no, heâs looking at you with that face, his eyebrows slightly trenched with a minuscule sad glint in his expression. Your stomach was doing flips out of guilt and concern, and the formidable gets worse when he asks the following:
âY/n,â you swallow spit thickly as the man dangles the headband around. âWould you please wear this tonight?â
The question nails you to the ground, frozen in place as it rings within your mind. You? Wearing this for tonight?! âNâNo, I canât!!â
âWhy not? You bought it to be worn!â
âYes, but t-that was before you looked through my package and didnât give me the chance to try it on myself!â When you thought your face couldnât get any hotter than before, the embarrassment of this predicament humbles you. âAnd thanks to youââ
âT-Thanks to me??â
ââI donât wanna wear it anymore!!â
Geto raises his other hand in defense. âOkay, okay! Look, Iâm sorry; itâs my bad. But, to be honest, Iâm thrilled that you went out of your way to think of doing something for me out of nowhere, and as Iâm looking at this outfit,â He glances at the rest of the materials in the box. âI think youâd look beautiful and hot in it.â You canât tell if your heart is thumping from his words or because youâre about ten seconds away from combusting. âSoâŚOne night to test it out, yeah? And if you surely donât like it, then you can ship it back tomorrow.â
Heâs so good at that, using his charm and words to shade you into rational thought. You take a huge breath and exhale through stressed nostrils, and your wish to dig a hole and rot away increases.Â
Of course, you bought the items to treat your boyfriend for something out of the norm; that was the entire point of the plan! But what is the use of following a plan when youâve let your guard down, and the element of surprise backfires in a way that you had foolishly unforeseen?! Thereâs no way you could put that stuff on you now that youâve been exposed. Absolutely not!
âI think youâd look beautiful and hot in itâŚâ
And yet, Getoâs words repeat like a broken record, each time making you as timid as the last. He wants to see you wear what you had bought, so eager to marvel at his partner adorning such risquĂŠ clothing that you donât comprehend how you put said purchase in your cart! The thought of wearing such a thing in front of your man bubbles an excitement that is borderline frightening yet new; picturing his expressions and imagining his compliments is dangerous for your brain to form a headache.
But not as dangerous as the slight friction of your inner thighs pressing close to each other.
With a stare downcast and fidgeting thumbs, you ask, ââŚJust for tonight?âÂ
And Geto assures you with a nod.
âOnly for tonight.âÂ
âââ ââ
ââ
â âââ
Geto sat on the bed in silence, listening to the ticks of the bedroom clock on the wall as he waited patiently.
As you two entered the bedroom, the man found his place on the bed, a still figure in the dimly lit room. You, on the other hand, made a beeline straight towards the bathroom. âWait hereâŚD-Donât peek inside!â You commanded him, your voice betraying a hint of shyness. He obeyed, settling on top of the comforter.
Minutes soon went to double digits; nervousness wasnât something that usually struck Geto. But the more he sat on the bed and listened to your mutters behind the doorâdistancing the twoâthe more he couldnât help but feel an itch to worry for you. âY/n? Are you okay?â
âYâYes!â That didnât sound convincing⌠âIâll be out in just a second!â
âOkayâŚâ
And so he waited for a minute. Which turned to two minutesâŚThreeâŚ..
Anticipation transitioned to unease, calling out to you once more. âY/n?â No answer; not a good sign. The tall man gets up and strides to knock on the bathroom door. âBaby? Everything alright?â Nothing, even if he knocks on the white surface again.
CREAAAAKâŚ!
But his frets are handled once he hears the sound of the door opening slowly. He steps back to make way for the person on the other side of the door, and lo and behold, you stand.
There are things in Getoâs life that never cease to amaze himâyou being one of them. From the moment he saw you, he swore that in his life, there had never been something that looked so mesmerizing and captured his eye in an instant, and Gojo and Shoko are always sure to tease the guy for such a confession. And the time you reciprocated his feelings and accepted being his domestic other half, words could not describe the elation his poor heart couldnât handle.Â
Right now, he is experiencing those same feelings when heâs with you. His expectations were blown out of the water once you entered the plane again.
Your face was the first thing he looked to, a sheepish yet cute expression that went with the adorable white bunny ear headband you adorned at the top of your head. Your casual attire had been withdrawn to the bathroom tiles, substituted with the outfit you had been fussing about until now. Your chest harbored a black lacy negligee with intricate designs that had Getoâs purple eyes dance and trace around; the faint drapes of the gown cascaded down to your upper thighs, yet your underwear could still be seen. It matched the lacy black thong that made your boyfriend gulp thickly at how gorgeous your hips lookedânot to mention the tiny bow at the top center. And to complete the look, black stockings come up your knees.
ââŚâ
There is silence between you and him. The only sound you can use to distract yourself is the beat of your heart.
ââŚâ
But the longer you wait for a response, the louder the rhythm.Â
ââŚâ
The lack of his voice was killing you â eating you alive â and youâre sure that youâre bound to faint if this kept going. Did I wear it wrong? Do I look weird?! Oh God, please say someâÂ
âY/nâ
You squeaked. âY-Yes?â
âCan you please,â Geto takes a few steps closer, enough for his hands to come around your waist and pull you in. You almost choke on the air. âRemind me to thank Mei Mei and Shoko first thing tomorrow, okay?â
âWhâWhat theâWhat does that meanâ?â
âYou look amazing.â Three simple words have you still. âLike, seriously. Hold on, let me get a good look at you.â He leans around to look at the details of your sides, and your brain short circuits when he moves behind you and lifts the negligee to see the rear of your panties. What is happening⌠âHoly shit, this suits you so well.â
âReâŚReally?â
âReally.â You can see the sincerity in his gaze as he surveys every physical thing about you. âIâm so tempted to grab my phone to take a picture.â
âOh my God, please donât!!â Your frightened hands grab his sweatshirt with a vigorous grip, contrasting the trembling owner. âDonât take a picture, please!!â
âI wonât, I wonât!â the dark-haired partner assures you through a fit of laughter, his warm, slender hands finding your fists and pounding him. Again, you are frozen stiff when he kisses your temple. âBesides, I prefer not sharing something as beautiful with anyone else.â
You donât know how many compliments you can take before spiraling into a puddle. âYou really do like it.â
âI love it,â another kiss to your cheek while his hands now find purchase on your waist. Oxygen suddenly feels foreign when youâre so close to him to pick up the cologne on his clothes. âIt looks so much better now that youâre wearing it. You really know how to spoil me, huh, angel.â
Was it him being spoiled right now or you? How he spoke to you had your heart racing uncontrollably since you left the bathroom. Youâve been a complete nervous wreck from the moment your friends probed you to buy this outfit up until now, and now you can honestly feel that youâre feeling a sense of glee wearing it because your boyfriend likes it so much. Regrets no longer linger in your bones, goosebumps calm down on your skin, and you hum as you return the embrace.Â
That isâŚuntil you feel something pressed against you. SomethingâŚ.hard.
Curiosity sprinkles your pretty little head until it snaps and your hips sway to experiment. A subtle jolt rocks Getoâconfirming your hypothesis.
âSu..SuguruâŚâ You donât know why, but the following words felt prohibited to leave your lips. âIs thatââ
âHnnmâŚSorry,â he purrs abjectly. âGuess I got a little too excited.â He lifts his head from your shoulder to look at you, and your stomach churns at the sight of his stare, holding a misty, lustful glint. You donât even mention his hands silently moving to cup your ass. âIs that too much, baby?â
Violet eyes latched with yours make you shiver, suppressing a gasp when he throws a slick rut to grind the tent of his dark sweatpants on you. âNâNo!â You squeaked, feeling small when his smile got broader.
âSo sweet like always,â a chaste, gentle kiss to your lips feels like clouds. He then steps back out of your arms, pulling down his sweats to reveal the erection contained by the boxer briefs. Geto sits on the edge of the bed and tilts his head. âSo, will my sweet bunny girl care for me tonight?â Seeing you gawk at him, he stifles a chuckle, and it takes a good mental slap to bring you back to reality. A few seconds pass, and you finally build up the courage to walk forward and crouch between his spread legs.Â
Mini prayers replay in your brain as your hand hesitantly touches the clothed shaft, the firmness of it getting stiffer and stiffer as your fingers touch thoroughly. When youâre ready, you bring the hem of his underwear down, welcoming his cock to the open air for it to intimidate you with its girth. Precum trails from the urethra, traveling down from the corona, foreskin, and underside. God, itâs been a while since you were up close and personal with this thing; its sheer size is enough to reconsider the regret you threw out minutes ago. Too late now, though.
Come on, Y/n, you use your inner thoughts to motivate you. Youâre doing this for Suguru; donât chicken out now! So, you bring your lips to meet the head of his cock, earning a hum from the man above. Blowjobs have never been your forte; again, itâs been a while since youâve had his cock near anything outside of your lower regions. But today was different as you used your tongue to lick the lip of the cockhead, the salty flavor of his fluid teasing your tastebuds. And with the sounds of him whimpering, you begin to remember the routine as the seconds go. Your mouth takes in his tip with hollowed cheeks, and your hands grasp around the shaft before you glide up and down.
âHahhhh, yes, sweetie,â Geto soothed, biting his lip at the display of you pleasing him with your plump lips. âJust like thatâŚNnnghâŚ!â His words fuel more confidence in your motion, using this to move to the next step and take in as much of his shaft as you can. You donât go all the way to the hiltâa task that youâre afraid will have you chokingâ but once you reach halfway, your head starts to bob up and down at a gradual pace. Black brows furrow at the movement; fuck, you felt so good for him. So nice and warm on his dick; he wouldnât mind having his whole evening dedicated to this. âFuck, my love, loosen your jaw for meâŚMmmm, good girl, thatâs it. Keep sucking like that.â
Itâs not before long that you find the groove; albeit sucking on Geto amateurishly, he places a hand on your head, which you can only assume is that youâre doing a decent job. Saliva coats the limb busying your oral cavity, mixing with the excess come that escapes and spreads with your lips going to and fro. Your tongue goes on to flick and lap on his tip some more, evoking the hottest moans youâve ever heard from him. And while you stroke his member, your free hand finds his scrotum and massages the pair in unison, a buck of his hips as your thumb presses down on the testicles with a curl. Your bobbing becomes frequent, a mediocre cadence that has your partner throw his head back. The veins scraping along the upper walls of your mouth are too erotic for your mind to comprehend
âShiiiit, I canâtâNnnmm!â He hisses before he cups your wet cheeks. âYouâre doing so good, princess.â
Your eyes open and peer to the person talking above you. With a soft âpop,â you release his length before placing sloppy kisses and licks. âYew fink shoow?â You speak with a mouthful of his dick to his frenulum, humoring the dark-haired man.
âYes, little bunny,â he teases, and you can sense the throbs between your legs getting worse after referring to you with that title. âWait, I just remembered somethingâŚHold on, lie on the bed for me.â
Youâre gently pushed off him as Geto stands up from the bed, confused. You take your place atop the bed, and he grabs something from his sweatpants and heads into the bathroom. The sound of running water from the sink fills the silence before itâs shut off. He then returns to the bedroom holding a bottle of lube youâre familiar with in one hand, and the other with a wet, metalâŚfluffyâŚlooks like a kind ofâ
Eyes shoot wide open when you finally register what heâs holding, and the anxiety hits you like a punch to haunt you. âWhâW-Where did y-you get that?!â
âI saw that you left this in the box before dressing up,â no, you didnât forget a damn thing. You deliberately avoided the very item that Geto was holding because looking at it was embarrassing enough; it would be horrifying to have this in the same room as you now! Between his thumb and forefinger was a metal butt plugâa small one, nothing too majorâwith what appeared to be a white fluff ball at the end. Itâs meant to be worn with what you wore, but these bunny ears already trampled your dignity. Adding an anal toy to the frey might as well have you sign up for assisted suicide! âI figured we needed it to complete the look.â
âN-No! No, no, no, absolutely not!â Rejections fly out of your system. âThatâs too much!â
Geto blinks. âYou think so? Itâs pretty small from what Iâve seen.â
Youâve seen these before!?!? âEven then, I donât wannaââ
âDidnât you see this with the set before you bought it?â
You almost choked on your tongue. âW-WellâŚY-Yes, but,â your thumbs find themselves fidgeting, anything to distract the humiliation that overshadows your nervous state. âThat doesnât mean I wanted toâŚwear it.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause itâsââ embarrassing as hell! A bunny tail as a butt plug!? Just kill me!! ââItâsâŚ..Itâll look weird on me.â
Oh, how you didnât know how much of a switch that flipped for Geto, the other quietly thought to himself before speaking again. âY/n,â you perked at the mention of your name. âTurn around for me.â Chewing on your lips, you shook your headâyou knew what he was doing. âCâmon, now, I thought you were my sweet girl.â You flatten your lips when he comes close to squeeze your cheeks. âPlease? Wear this for me, my little bunny?âÂ
Oh, for Godâs sake, this night was getting more challenging to get through with the hour. Inner dialogue canât even bring you to a consensus, as your conscience is getting in the way of coming to a decision. On the one hand, you feel as though youâre venturing out of your comfort zone enough, wearing this flustering nightgown and these damn bunny ears. Yet, at the same time, this isnât about you; this is all meant to be for your partner, something entirely out of the norm to make him feel special. And you being reluctant to accept his wishes is just pushing you back to square one and defeating the purpose of this entire dilemma, right?Â
Your hands find your face to shield, releasing a long sigh that should have stretched to your final days. Nonetheless, you slump your arms down in defeat, and a short nod is given: â.......okay.â
Without being told again, you feebly follow Getoâs request and turn around. Your lower half is the only thing in his line of sight. Your lips canât stop quivering in such a position, and breathing becomes arduous once you feel your boyfriendâs weight dent the mattress. You jolt when his hand comes to the top of your laced thong, bringing the material down to expose the bare skin of your ass to him. Damn it! A pillow within your proximity is brought to your face, using it to hide yourself from the world.
However, âAww, donât be so shy on me, baby,â Slender fingers faintly brush from your spine down to the very crevice of your bottom, making your body shudder. âShouldnât be hiding that pretty face from me.â The sound of your gasp, when his lubed fingers teeter around your rear entrance, ignites a flame, and now he has a thirst heâs itching to indulge with. âShhhh, breathe, my love. Gonna go real nice and slow for you, okay?â
The pillow muffles your moans as Geto begins to push one finger inside your puckered hole slightly. The stretch of the digit is a pain you have never experienced, making you whimper like a poor babe. Your boyfriend coaxes you through it, adding more lube to ease your ass as his finger goes back and forth to prepare you. Adding another finger causes you to shake your head, and your entrance accommodates the insertions, whether you like it or not.
A full minute or more passes where your ass is played with, and Geto smoothes you with a rub of your buttcheeks as he removes his digits out of your lubed hole. âNow, time to test this outâŚâ A sudden chill has your arch, and the cold metal of the butt plug has you clamping involuntarily, yet the raven-haired partner reminds you to relax your body while he pushes the toy inside you. It doesnât invade with the snap of the finger; thirty seconds in, and your butthole is slowly but surely adapting to the alien plaything. And before you know it, you feel the whole thing finally be swallowed into your rear walls; you grip the pillow as your mouth releases silent cries.Â
âHaaahâŚI-Is it in?â You lifted your head to inquire.Â
âYes, angel,â he playfully smacks your ass, and you jerk at the unexpected contact. âDamn, now you look all cute and sexy with this on.â Geto then shifts to stand on his knees before maneuvering above you, removing the pillow from beneath you so you canât hide yourself from him any longer. And more trembles crawl all over your body when you feel his solid cock create friction on the rift of your ass. âLift your butt a bit for me,â your hips follow his hands, guiding you upward until you meet his pelvis. âGood girlâŚGonna start putting it inside, okay?â
You nod leisurely, grabbing the comforter beneath you as Geto pulls the thong to the side. Itâs no surprise to see that your cunt is covered in your slick, the tip of his member queued to kiss your labia. The lascivious man hisses at the sensation, anticipation climbing up as he pushes himself unhurriedly. The same goes for you, your mouth agape with quieted shrieks when the cockhead makes it inside your vagina, gripping the sheets as he slowly pushes more of himself, every inch of his penis becoming greater and greater, inaudible babbles once the base meets your folds.
Geto allows you a couple of seconds to stabilize your breathing, starting with excruciatingly slow thrustsâso painfully slow that you can feel every dent and vein that ventures inward and outward your chasm; itâs hard for your hips not to move on their own. With every pull, your inner walls clench on the shaft as if wanting more as he leaves your warmth. And every push makes you full to the brink of tears, and your brows trenched together as your fists ball the sheets.
âMmaahhâŚNnahaahâŚ!â The brush of your velvety channel feels good within the minute, and the insertion pain is now being replaced with pleasure. Your roll to the ceiling at the graze of your G-spot, the butt plug made your nerves more sensitive with how busy your lower half was. And once heâs warmed up enough, your companion turns up the speed of his ruts. âTaahhh, I, ohhhGodâŚ! SuguâOooo!!â Did he just poke your cervix!? You sobbed out loud.
âNnmm, holy shiiit, you feel so good, sweetie,â Geto moans, taking in the view before him. The lingerie you were wearing gave a beautiful image of your backside, his indigo orbs survey from the muscles of your back to your prompted ass. Holy hell, it was driving him crazy, watching how the flesh of your butt reverberates with the smack of his pelvis. It makes him want to go ever faster, harder. And donât get him started on the white bunny tail butt plug; shit was too cute to resist and toy with, pulling on the item lightly and turning it around.
The action had your holes clenching simultaneously. âShhâShhtop, Suguuu!!â You wailed out, toes curling as he taunted your anus with light pulls and pushes. âD-Donât do thatâŚ!â
âHeh, sorry, my bunny girl,â God, the way he was teasing you was literal hell on Earth with how heâs using your body right now. âYou know I canât help myself when it comes to youâŚAiisshh! Fuhuck, youâre squeezing me so hardâŚHmm? You like it when I tease you, huh, baby?â
You shook your head no in a rushed manner, the heat of your face already coursing to your ears. But then your frame jerked along with the sound of something, and it was a hand smacking on the skin of your butt.
âNow, donât be like that,â Geto chuckles above you as you cry. The same hand he used to slap you soothes the blow. âYou know you can be honest with me. At least your body isâŚDonât you like being close to me like this?â You donât reply, too busy squealing at another graze of your sensitive spots. So, he slaps your buttocks once more. âDonât ignore me, love.â
ââMmmph! Ahh-hahh, I-I,â You swallow spit before choking on it. âI canâtâŚHic, itâs shoh embarrassingâŚ!â
âAww, is the little bunny still scared?â He then bends down to your ear, a big move on his part as you swear youâre bound to shut down from the closeness. âHmm? Whatâs so embarrassing?â
A sluggish pull back before Geto snaps his hips into you harshly, another jab to your cervix practically has you seeing stars. âHoooh!! BeâBecausee!!â God, itâs so hard to think right now, the pound of your head getting harsher with the increased heat. âYâYouâAhhaa! Youu make meâŚs-sound sho dirtâEeeyahh!âÂ
âOh?â He licks your ear before nibbling on the helix. âYou donât like it when I fuck you like this? Donât like it when I whisper to your ear while you scream for me?â You shake your head no, which is extinguished once Geto stuffs your mouth with his fingers. Your tongue, played with by his fore and middle finger, has you mewling like no tomorrow. âHmmm, thatâs a funny thing to say when your pussy canât stop twitching on me. Make it seem like youâre not embarrassed to milk my cock dry, huh, princess.âÂ
âNnoohh, itâs notâhicânot like that!â A tear trickles down a hot cheek as you suck on his fingers, his thumb there unaware to wipe it. âDonât say stuff like thatâŚ!â
âWhy? Too crude for my angelâs ears?â He keeps teasing you, âEven though weâve fucked lots of times, you still act like such a cutie.â
âStooop,â Lord have mercy. Any more than this, and youâre bound to melt away sooner rather than later. âD-Donât tease meâŚâ
He canât help it, not when you sound so cute and flustered because of him. It makes him think of an idea and straightens himself off of you. But not away from you â he then grabs your leg and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other, changing the position so you can look at each other. Something a lot more intimate as he goes back to drilling his length into your heat. With a smug grin, he asks, âIs this less embarrassing for you, sweet baby?â
Your heart almost jumped out of your throat; no, this is much worse! Your shrieks returned to erupt out of your figure as Getoâs pace increased. The new angle achieves having his dick venture deeper inside your throbbing channel, pounding to you until the hilt meets your southern lips, and the bump and grind of your clitoris with the motion is enough to have you winded. ââOhoohh!! Dooahh! N-Nooo, d-donât lookâŚ!â You try to shield your face with your forearm.
Yet Geto instantly refutes that, using his free hand to move it while he bends back down; his added weight has you whining aloud. âDonât do that,â he groans at the contract of your walls, retaliating with more rough plunges. âNo more hiding from me; I wanna see that pretty face always.â
âSuguu, pleaseeâNnnn!â Scrapes to the walls of your vaginal walls are even more dangerous in this position. âTâoo faaast!!â
âHnngh! FFfuckinâ shitâŚBut you feel so good,â Geto presses his forehead onto yours. âYou feel so good, you look so good, like holy fuck! You drive me too crazy; itâsâGhhh!- just not right how you can make me go wild. I wanna see it all, wanna see how cute you look, how dirty you look, and how fucking hot you sound because of meâand only me.â A kiss to your nose before placing one on the corner of your lips. âStarting now, I wanna see all these sides of you, so donât hide them from meâŚâÂ
You are given no room to reply to his statements as a kiss to your mouth finally seals the deal for tonight. Light pecks gradually dwell into steamy, longing smooches, tongue and teeth classing for intimacy. Itâs all it takes for you to sink into his touch finally and the comforter beneath you, submitting to him as he finishes you off. Â
Geto then rolls his hips at an erratic cadence, and relentless hits to your cervix have you blubbering helplessly into his lips. Ungovernable throbs around his girth are ineluctable, the climb of your orgasm climbing up tenfold with the brush of your clit up against his pelvis. OhhhGod! Itâs coming, Iâm gonnaââMmmmph!â
The peak of your crescendo has you moaning deep into the kiss, your writhing figure submitted to the end of your session as your cunt flutters around Getâs girth as the shocks of the climax rock your entire body. And your contraction is all your partner needs to let go of the reins and cease to his own release, his pulsating shaft expelling his load deep into your palpitating vagina. The two of you continue to kiss as your bodies heave and jolt, with the last of the aftershocks coursing through your nerves.Â
He breaks the kiss, the two of you gasping for air in sync. Drool slips from your lips and comes down to your chin, and Geto smiles before kissing your cheek. âThank you for the gift,â he commends you. âYa sure I canât get at least one picture of you?â
Youâre undoubtedly out of breath, yet your facial expression doesnât fail to display unease. âPleaseâŚstop teasing me,â you sniffle with hooded eyes.
âOkay, my sweet bunny girl,â he chortles. âWell, at the very least, letâs go another round, âkay?â
âWhaâH-huh!?!?â
âââ ââ
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â âââ
ââŚI will never listen to your advice ever again.â
âWow, rude?â
âRight, like whatever happened to âthank youâ?â
As far as mornings go, this one was ultimately out of the norm. When was the last time you woke up with your body sore to the bone? Because the moment the sunâs rays peaked through the curtains and landed on your eyes, you couldnât move a single finger or toe without feeling a sense of heaviness. Or maybe it was because you found that your tall boyfriend was still sound asleep; his slim frame was spooning you close to him. You could hear his light snore as he rested in the crook of your neck and arm to your shoulder with a strong leg between yours.Â
Your face warmed up at the realization that he was so close to your proximity, and it only worsens when you realize that you both are in the nude, which rarely [if not NEVER] happens! Whereâs your pajamas? At the very least, an oversized shirt and panties!Â
But you couldnât find them anywhere. All you could see was a black negligee and a white bunny-eared headband, and memories of last night finally started to swim into your brain. But the true horror was when you saw the butt plug from before down on the comforter, and it slipped past your mind not to scream and kick the item in humiliating terror while abruptly waking up your partner. WHAT THE FUUUUCK!??!?
And to add the nail to the coffin, your body didnât look like how you left it yesterday. As you got up to head for the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror and felt like you witnessed a scene from a horror movie. Your skin was covered in light bruises and bitemarks, discoloration where itâs implied there were hickeys received all around your neck, stomach, and inner thighs. You were still wearing the black knee-high stockings. However, those looked utterly different from how they looked initially; tears and holes were found all over, but most prominently, the inside of your upper thigh area.
Speechless was the word to describe your puzzlementâappalled, dumbstruck, void of thinking as your reflection showcased an entirely different person. Th-âŚThereâs no way⌠Thatâs all you could say to yourself, but it was the way.
Once Geto left for work, it wasnât any easier for you to work around the house. Working remotely suddenly became an obstacle, as every time your mind recalled the events that transpired the night before, youâd become too flustered to continue your work. You couldnât even walk into your shared bedroom, too rattled to the point that you just used the guest bathroom! The notion of embarrassment was getting challenging to function today; had you known this wouldâve been the effect of buying that damn outfit, you wouldâve stopped yourself!
Hence, youâre now complaining to the people who probed you to purchase it in the first place. âA âthank youâ? I could barely enter past the threshold of my own room, and you want me to thank you!?â
It was late afternoon. You were washing dishes and drying them in the kitchen while putting them aside. But you werenât alone; your laptop sat at the kitchen island with an application running. On the screen, a window harbored two screens with different faces: one woman with brown hair appearing to smoke out her balcony, and the other with pale blue hair styling her hair to a bun.Â
The brunette, Shoko, responds to your words. âY/n, calm down; all you did was have sex in a bunny costume; nothing radioactive happened there.â
âYeah, well, I feel like I did something radioactive!â You retorted, wiping the sponge across the wet plate concerningly fast. You pick up the headband from last night and grimace. âDamn this headbandâŚGod, Iâm so sore.â
âHaving sex for an hour straight will do that to a person,â a nerve is stricken when the other speaks; Mei Mei is now done styling the back of her hair with a sly smile. âPfft, I still find it funny that you passed out.â
âItâs not funny!!â To your dismay, you only make your two best friends laugh even harder. âThis is not how this is supposed to be; I donât even recognize my own bodyâŚYou saw the pictures!â
Shoko titters, âYeah, I saw, and it looks like Geto couldnât keep his hands off you.â She takes a drag of her cigarette and exhales the smoke. âIsnât that a good thing, though? It means that he liked the gift and appreciated it tenfold.â
âExactly,â Mei Mei agrees. Your complaints seem to suggest that we completed the mission of making him feel specialâwhich was, you know, the main reason you wanted to do it in the first place.â
âOh, he felt special, alright,â you said, placing a dry plate on the rest. Although youâd been in a constant state of indignity, what they were saying was true. The whole point of making a fool of yourself and wearing a costume was meant to be outside the norm. Itâs exciting for you and Geto, and you can assume that the outcome brought a satisfying end for both parties.
âŚHowever, it would be nice if it didnât cost you a lot of hickeys and soreness. You sighed heavily, âYouâre rightâŚIâm just happy that he enjoyed it. He even said I looked cute dressed as his little bunny.â
âI bet!! Why didnât you take pictures!?â Shoko complains, her device coming closer to her face to emphasize her disheartened tone of voice.Â
âI would rather die than have photos of that of me around,â the thought alone causes an unsettling quiver.
But Mei Mei also voices her grievances. âEhhh, but I bet you looked so adorable~. You better take pictures the next time you do something like that!â
You couldâve sworn your neck was nearly to break when you snapped your head to look at your laptop screen. âAre you insane; what do you mean next time?âÂ
A silver brow rises. âOh, be real, Y/n; you really think this is some one-and-done type thing? I bet you ten dollars that Geto would love to pull those bunny ears out again.âÂ
The brunette chuckles after exhaling more smoke from her pretty lips. âAye, maybe we should find you some more outfits to wear for him. Maybe we should have you in a fox costume next.â
Your mouth drops in displeasure, but Mei Mei beats you into saying something. âMmm, now thatâs a good idea; I saw something online with cute ears and a skirt. And,â her lavender eyes narrow with a scoff. âIâm sure youâd love to wear the butt plug tail of that one too, Y/nââ
âGOODBYE!!â
You slapped your laptop screen down as your farewell to your best friends, whom youâre sure are probably laughing to themselves for witnessing your reaction.Â
Your cheeks are so hot that they are in discomfort; unbelievable. A next time!? You couldnât comprehend the possibility that youâd be wearing something like last night again. Could you even look at bunny ears the same again after what just happened?! Bunny tails, too; what you primitively thought was cute and pure has now been tarnished to a suggestive and erogenous image. No, thereâs unquestionably no way you would be put into that position ever again. No, no, nope, and no!!
DING-DONG!!
The sudden noise of the doorbell diminishes your reluctant energy within milliseconds. You checked the kitchen clock â Geto should be coming home right about now, but why would he be ringing the bell? Inquisitiveness draws up to your shoulders as you dry your hands, taking light steps to the door and opening it after unlocking.Â
You leave a small opening to peak through, âY-Yes?â
âIs that the lovely Y/n Iâm seeing~?â
That voiceâŚNot Getoâs, but familiarity sparks up, and recognition prompts you to open the door wider.Â
Pure snowy white hair is the first thing that captures your attention, along with the dark shades concealing its ownersâ eyesâa signature look of your partnerâs friend, âSaâSatoru?â
âAye, you remembered to call me by my first name that time!â The named man was dressed down in his work attire, his hand holding his black blazer while he brought his sunglasses up for his azure eyes to throw a wink at you. âItâs been a while, huh?â
âIt has!â Your perplexity was evident in your tone; you had forgotten just how tall the man was. âWh-What are you doing here?â
âWell, I was finally able to catch your boy-toy here before ditching me at work,â Gojo brings your boyfriend into view with the tug of his collar, the raven-haired man expressing nothing but total irritation. âDude owes me dinner, and I heard someone is cooking a nice meal tonight! Have room for another person?â
âWho said you were invited?â Geto questions his best friend after getting out of his hold.
âI did!â The white-haired man answers. âYou owe me for saving your ass yesterday with that file scareâyouâre welcome, by the way,â he ignores the glare of his friend. âAnd just be glad Iâm asking for a home-cooked meal, or else Iâd be draining your pockets at that new steak place that opened up recently.âÂ
âUnbelievableâŚâ Geto sighs exasperately. âHurry up and get in.â
You move out of the way so the men can enter your abode. âExcuse my intrusion~,â the blue-eyed man says as he takes off his dress shoes in the foyer and happily walks to the living room.Â
Your boyfriend shakes his head, âSorry âbout this, baby.â
âItâs okay; I was done washing dishes anyway.â
âMmm,â he brings you in for a hug, part of the routine when he returns home. âHowâre you feeling now?âÂ
Your heart skips a beat. âI feelâŚokay, still sore, but, you knowâŚâ He smelt so good, his cologne pleasantly sinking you in.Â
âHeh, sorry,â he kisses your temple. âI had a good time; you really spoiled me.â
The heat in your cheeks ventures to your ears and nape, and your heart returns to racing at an irregular dance. The memories of last night all come back to haunt you once more; images of you being bent into different positions and crying out for Geto hit you one after the other. The lewd thoughts are too much for your pretty little head, especially when you imagine the tall, dark-headed man all sweaty and panting above you with a grin on his face like last night.
At this point, your face will need an ice pack because itâs getting hot. âIâm..really glad you liked it.â
âLoved it,â he takes your hand and after removing his shoes. âCanât wait to try it again next time.â
And with those last two words, the world suddenly fell to a standstill. You didnât hear what you just heardâno, you didnât. âN-Next time?â You repeat.
âOf course!â he leads you down the hall to the open space. What, you thought youâd spend all that money on me for just one night?â No, I HOPED so! âBesides, I was looking online during my break at work, and I saw this fox variant look that I think would look real good on youââ
You couldnât believe your ears; not only did Mei Mei prove you wrong, but now you have to deal with your boyfriendâs interest in wanting to indulge more in this idea youâve brought into the relationship. What you thought and hoped would be for one night is now bound to haunt you for many days to come, and that thought in itself had you shaking in your slippers.
As well as the fact that you now owe your best friend cash for jinxing this situation. Damn her!
âYo, Suguru.â
You perk up when you hear Gojoâs voice as you two enter the kitchen area. And just when you thought this world couldnât chew and spit you out enough, the image of the white-haired man standing beside the kitchen island holding something in his hand mortifies you to the core.
âWhatâs with the bunny ear headband? I thought Easter went and passed already.âÂ
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i like a girl in uniform | lando norris social media au
pairing: lando norris x fem vet!reader
little leo leclerc needs a trip to the vet, lando was just being a good friend but the vet tech was definitely a plus
based on the request by: @volleygal06
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charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc: this dramatic little boy decided he wanted to eat every piece of grass he could find and got poorly, thank you to austin vet clinic for helping us out and getting him back into shape :)
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user1: leo is so dramatic, he's so me
user2: leo leclerc is the dramatic girl representation we need in the f1 paddock
pierregasly: please word your texts better, i thought someone had actually died
charles_leclerc: he nearly did!
landonorris: he did not, you're just a helicopter parent
pierregasly: wait why was lando with you and not me?
charles_leclerc: he just happened to be there and i needed a lift
landonorris: because he was freaking out
charles_leclerc: but he conveniently he decided he really cared about leo's wellbeing when he saw the vet tech
pierregasly: ohhhhh i see
landonorris: what! no! i'm a good friend!
charles_leclerc: sure, jan.
user3: fuckboy lando has re-entered the chat
user4: his slutiness knows no bounds
yourusername: he's such a precious little guy, i'm glad i could get him back to feeling himself. good luck to both of you this weekend!
charles_leclerc: thank you so much for your time, you definitely were the calm we needed
yourusername: ahahaha you're just a good dad to your fur baby
landonorris: thank you! any chance you can be my lucky charm this weekend?
yourusername: do you flirt with all the vet techs like this?
landonorris: only the cute ones
yourusername: i see...
landonorris: but i can still interest you in a coffee?
yourusername: i'll see if i'm free
user5: that was .... tragic
oscarpiastri: well that was something
alexalbon: you'd think he'd be better at it by now
georgerussell63: i have to have faith he's better at this in person
maxverstappen1: i'm kind of enjoying this show tbf
landonorris: i can read this?
alexalbon: take the constructive feedback
yourusername
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yourusername: never a boring day here, leo was just the loveliest boy ever
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user6: okay turns out i am no better than lando
user7: if you heard barking that wasn't me
landonorris: are you sure he was THE loveliest boy, or are you just being nice because he's a puppy?
alexalbon: bro is jealous of a dog
yourusername: i'm sorry lando, but leo was a very brave boy
landonorris: i can be brave too!
oscarpiastri: you wouldn't let me sit at the same table as you at a restaurant because i ordered salmon
landonorris: well yes but that's also because it's you - when i go on a date with y/n, if she ordered salmon i would live with it
yourusername: when i go on a date with you?
landonorris: our date on sunday?
yourusername: oh really?
landonorris: i'll pick you up, wear something pretty x
user8: i have no idea whether that worked or not
user9: it was a loser move, but i would cave as well
user10: lando is unbelievably lame but he's also a millionaire f1 driver so i guess he can do what he wants
alexalbon: no it was lame and you guys should continue to tell him that
landonorris: trust the process alex
georgerussell63: the last time we trusted the process your dms where you tried to go on a maccies date were leaked
yourusername: i am NOT coming if you're taking me to mcdonalds đ¤¨
charles_leclerc: he takes after his mother :)
yourusername: awwwww, based on how many times he pissed on you, i think he's definitely a mummy's boy
charles_leclerc: tbf i'll do anything she says too
yourusername: @landonorris take notes if you want a date ^^
user11: american races i will never not complain about you but you have given me entertainment before the cars have even gotten on track
user12: idk this kinda proves my theory that the american races are just one big humiliation ritual for f1
f1tea
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f1tea: the vet tech, y/n y/ln, who helped leo is in the paddock for qualifying.
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user16: oh wow she's actually so pretty
user17: also like she just looks like a normal fucking person
user18: that's probably because she is a normal person
user19: okay queen is turning a fucking look
user20: she looks so effortless i love her already
user21: i beg you people don't get parasocial already, she's a vet tech who will probably just be here for the weekend
user22: not if lando has any say in it đ
user23: i honestly think good for her for having him so down bad but i also pray for her for when the twitter girls catch on
user24: they've already found all of her personal details poor gal
user25: so like which garage is she in this weekend?
user26: she came in with alex and leo so i think it's a safe bet to guess ferrari
user27: i think the 13 year olds would actually have an aneurysm if she was in the mclaren garage
user28: i kinda want to see the meltdown
user29: the way ted kravitz shoved his microphone in her face killed me
user30: girl was so fucking confused
user31: the way she said 'i guess i'm a charles fan? i don't know i met him yesterday and he offered me tickets after i helped leo?'
user32: alex trying not to laugh right next to her when ted was asking her so many questions
user33: lando just fell to his knees in the mclaren garage
yourusername
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yourusername: thanks for the hospitality charles and ferrari! this has been a dream come true x
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user37: girl rocked up to her job, met THE leo leclerc and got a paddock pass
user38: why does leo never eat a load of grass when i'm on shift
user39: ugh why does this stuff not happen to me :(
charles_leclerc: i'm glad i could repay you beyond leo's vet fees!
yourusername: i did not know this sport was so god damn stressful and it wasn't even the race đ
charles_leclerc: are you sure you can't make it tomorrow, there's still a ticket with your name on it?
yourusername: just say you and alex want a free dogsitter
charles_leclerc: guilty!
charles_leclerc: no but seriously if you wanna pull a sick day, we have a ticket for you
yourusername: all of my managers follow you on instagram, so i think that might be off the cards now
charles_leclerc: ..... oh
yourusername: it's like you people forget you're famous
user40: she's not here for the race :(((
user41: rip y/n y/ln in the paddock 2024-2024, forever in our hearts
user42: we'll never forget the ted's notebook episode of him being humbled by her
landonorris: you're not here for the race ? :(
yourusername: i have a job babe
landonorris: but but but i never got to take you out
yourusername: i technically never even agreed to that
landonorris: but hypothetically if i happened to be in your vicinity on sunday evening, would you change your mind?
yourusername: i'm sure you'll be out celebrating mr racer boy
landonorris: so you think i'm good đ
yourusername: well you're starting third so i guess so?
landonorris: don't count out a more lowkey celebration ;)
alexalbon: is this loser son of a bitch actually going to secure a date
landonorris: i told you guys to trust the process
yourusername: i can literally read this right now ?
landonorris: I'M DOWN BAD LET A MAN LIVE
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user43: holy moly he did it
user44: this is possibly bigger than his first win
user45: proved he can drive and is not completely sauceless
user46: is he at the vets in his sweaty-ass racesuit?
oscarpiastri: YES HE IS AND HE RAN BEFORE WE COULD DEBRIEF SO NOW I HAVE TO WAIT FOR HIS WHIPPED ASS TO COME BACK TO THE PADDOCK BEFORE I CAN GO TO BED
landonorris: your tone seems very pointed
oscarpiastri: it is indeed very pointed, i am so tired and you're so down bad that i'm going to have to sleep at the track
landonorris: well that sounds like a you problem
oscarpiastri: you are such a failure in this department that i'll let you off but i expect a tow next weekend
landonorris: anything i don't mind
oscarpiastri: this is levels of down bad i have never seen before
yourusername: i happen to like my men desperate and pathetic
landonorris: hehehhehehehhehe :P
user47: i now know way too much about these people
user48: at least all this public humiliation was worth it in the end for lando?
alexalbon: this pizza in the car date is very reminiscent of the proposed hotel maccies date ....
yourusername: why are you always up in our business
alexalbon: i've known this gremlin for far too long, if anything i'm looking out for you
yourusername: please refer to my previous comment about my preferences
alexalbon: you people are perfect for each other đ¤¨
yourusername: i can't deny a pretty boy when he's worked so hard to impress me
maxverstappen1: pretty sure that's just his day job to drive fast
yourusername: LET ME HAVE THIS FUCK OFF
landonorris: i knew i had one shot for you to take me seriously
yourusername: oh i was always going to say yes to a date, i just wanted to see just how much you wanted it
landonorris: well i wanted it and i want many more SO BADLY
yourusername: we'll see what we can do...
landonorris: HEHHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHE :)))))))))
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user51: y/n's photography has shown me what the lando girls see for once
user52: i agree i am MOVED
yourusername: đ¤¨
user53: bro went on one date and thinks she's special
yourusername: more dates than you :P
user54: ugh finally a wag that fights back
landonorris: but i don't wanna leave you đŠ
yourusername: i don't particularly want you to go either but somehow zak has gotten my personal number and wants you at the airport and i'm scared he'll get my address next
landonorris: tell him to fuck off next time
yourusername: he's your boss? WHAT IF HE GETS MY ADDRESS
oscarpiastri: not to sound like a sweat but he is actively looking for your address with cartoonish steam coming out of his ears
yourusername: LANDO IF YOU LIKE ME AS MUCH AS YOU SAY PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR PSYCHO BOSS DOES NOT COME TO MY HOUSE
landonorris: ugh anything for you i guess
user55: i'm not sure how we got here but they're so hot
user56: he is PUNCHING SO BAD
landonorris: she's a literal goddess i know
yourusername: take notes ladies xx
landonorris: no but seriously, i don't want to leave you - can't you come to brazil?
yourusername: sorry babe i have a job i need to go to
landonorris: PLEASE
yourusername: but what about all the sick animals :(
landonorris: i guess :(
user57: what kind of spell is he under it's been THREE DAYS
landonorris: i love a girl in uniform
yourusername: even if it's scrubs covered in cat piss
landonorris: i find you sexy in anything, but preferably nothing ...
yourusername: right back at you xo
fin.
note: babes i am SWAMPED but i hope you enjoyed!
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colin bridgerton x wife, fem!reader
summary: after colin and yourself find yourselves bored at a ball, he decides to cheer you up
warnings: nudity, semi-public sex, p in v, expeditionist kink, breeding kink, praising kink, fingering, orgasm, breast play, switch!reader, switch!colin
A/N- Colin needs some more love, his character is so underrated
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You and Colin had to go to another ball. As a member of the Ton, you are expected to attend almost all of the balls in the social season. Despite this, it didnât change the fact that you hated them. You were never a social person. Colin also never really found them much fun anymore; they were repetitive and he would rather stay home with his wife.
That is what lead you to being sat opposite Colin in your carriage. Colin had your hand in his hand and was gazing at you sneakily. You were looking out the window and so he thought you wouldnât notice him. âWhat are you looking at, Lord Bridgerton?â, you teased as you turned to stare at him. âJust a beautiful lady.â, he playfully stated.
You groaned as you sighed: âBalls are so pointless. I donât understand why society makes us go.â
âWell, as members of the Ton, it would be seen as wrong if we didnât attend a few.â, he placed a delicate kiss to your cheek. âI guess so.â, you responded in an unbelieving tone. He simply chuckled.
The carriage then pulled to a stop and Colin gracefully guided you out of the carriage as he always does. You slowly walked into the beautifully decorated ballroom. You glanced around and admired it in silence. âI have to say they have outdone themselves this year.â, Colin stated matter-of-factly.
You nodded your head in agreement before continuing further into the vast room. As you cast your eyes around the room, you spotted Anthony with Kate and Anthony finally noticed you and called you and Colin over. âBrother. Y/N.â, Anthony welcomed. âAnthony.â, you reciprocated. âHave you been on any new travels, brother?â, Anthony questioned. âNo, I donât intend to go on any for a while. I have my duties as a husband to tend to.â, he smiled as you blushed. You turned around and saw Kate talking to Violet.
âKate. Violet.â, you greeted. âY/N, how are you?â, Violet asked kindly. âGood, thank you, how are you?â, you replied. âI am great. The ballroom is so elegant and beautifully decorated I must admit.â, she stated. âI would have to agree. Look at the gorgeous paintings.â, Kate added. âMhm, I do quite like the chandelier. It is so detailed.â
Violet nodded her head in agreement. You looked past Violet and recognised Colinâs eyes boring into your figure. You stared at him in concern as he made his way over. âMother, I hope you do not mind if I steal my wife.â, he said in acknowledgment of his mother. âOf course not.â, she smiled at her sonâs happiness.
Colin had a steady grip on your arm as he lead you outside. âWhat are we doing out here?â, you asked. He ignored you as he gently pushed you against a wall, careful to not hurt you. Fortunately, there were no windows and you were covered by a pillar. âDarling, you didnât expect us to stay in there for the whole ball, did you? I know how much you despise these events.â, he says confidently. You gazed up at him with innocent eyes. He sighed as he attached his lips to yours with such a passion.
He slipped his tongue into your mouth and explored the crevices. He pulled away and moved his calloused hands to the back of your corset and looked to you for consent. âYes.â, you muttered, still out of breath from your lengthy kiss. He hastily undid your corset, occasionally tightening it instead of loosening it.
You then tugged on his shirt, asking him to remove it. He instantly removed it and locked his lips to your bare chest. He gazed at your hardened nipples and glanced at the rest of your body. âYou are perfect, my love.â, he confessed. He quickly reattached his mouth to your breasts and sucked on your nipples. You whimpered at the feeling. He placed his fingers against your other breast that wasnât getting any attention and began kneading his hand on it. You were so wet for him already. He then decided to plunge two fingers into your slick and pumped in and out of you until you had adjusted and he then took out his fingers.
As you stared at him hungrily, he knew what you wanted and so he took off his breeches and exposed his hardened cock. You gazed into his eyes lustfully. He grabbed his cock that dripped with pre-cum and lined it up with your folds. He rubbed his length up and down your folds to gain your slick on his cock. His length twitched as he made contact with your pussy.
He allowed you time to adjust before he slowly thrusted in and out of you. Colin then moved closer to you so your hips were in contact with each other. He wanted to reach the deepest spot he could. âFuck, ColinâŚâ, you moaned as tears brimmed in your eyes. He whimpered quietly at your moans. He moved his large hands to feel his bulge in your stomach. âTaking it so well, Y/N.â, he praised. He sighed in pleasure.
You cautiously moved off Colinâs cock to which he grunted in disapproval. You then shoved him against the floor carefully. You looked at his irritated and dismissed length before lowering yourself over it. You then grinded against Colin and he moaned in response as you gripped his hair. At any point, anyone could walk out and see the two of you but you were too euphoric to care now. You let out quiet and gentle moans as you bounced on his girthy cock. Colin sighed contentedly as he felt your walls clench around his shaft.
You released your juices all over Colinâs cock as you came down from your high with tears streaming down your face from the pleasure. Colin then hold you in place with his big and tender hands as he hip-thrusted into you and felt his cock twitch before he shot his load deep into your pussy.
You waited for a few minutes with Colinâs soft cock still in your pussy as you gained your breath back. Both of you then glanced around and after seeing no one, you both let out some quiet laughs. You hastily attempted to lace up your corset and Colin ended up helping you after he had put his shirt and breeches on. âThank you.â, you kissed his red lips sweetly. âWe should head back in before anyone notices weâve been gone.â, Colin replied.
You slowly walked back in (with the assistance of Colinâs sturdy arms) and looked around before making your way over to an empty corner. âThat was such a lovely way to spend the ball, Colin. We should do it again.â, you admitted. He hummed in agreement as he smirked at the state of you. Red lips and wobbly legs.
Suddenly, Violet was walking toward you two and you grabbed Colinâs arm and wrapped it tighter around your shaking frame. âWhere have you two been? The Queen wanted to see you both on the dance floor as you are a newly married couple.â, she whispered worriedly. âMama, we were just outside. We enjoyed our time outside much more than we would have in here.â, he said with amusement in his eyes. âHmm, okay. Next time, you have to dance though, okay?â, she questioned. Colin just nodded along. She then walked away.
âNext time, we are not dancing. I know how much you dislike it, Y/N and I believe that we have found a much more enjoyable activity.â, Colin chuckled. You sighed as you flushed slightly.
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x : MY DILUC, MY EVERYTHING :*+ďž
in which: you tell diluc that klee finds him 'too boring' to be your boyfriend. he can't help but feel like she's right.
warnings: 1.3k words, insecure diluc who needs a little reassurance, mostly dialogue, klee being cute but also a menace, so much fluff with a dash of angst.
a/n: i have not posted anything in so long, but i wanted this to be my first fic of 2024 because i love diluc <3 i hope you all enjoy this little fic!
âWhat do you mean Mr Diluc is your boyfriend?â Klee asks, tilting her head to the side with an inquisitive look in her eyes as you bend down to her height.
âI mean that Mr Diluc is my boyfriend. My partner. Weâve been together for years now.âÂ
âYou mean that Mr Diluc, right?â She raises a tiny hand in the direction where the red-haired in question stands. Heâs immersed in conversation with Kaeya and Jean, but from one glance you can tell the estranged brothers are up to no good. Or rather, that Kaeya is having the time of his life provoking your partner.
âThatâs the one. I think heâs the only one, Klee.â
Her pointer finger then comes up to her chin in contemplation, and her breath of contemplation materialises as a small cloud, condensating in the winter chill. âWhy?â
âWhat do you mean, why?â
âWhy is he your boyfriend?â
âWell, why wouldnât he be?â
âNo offence to Mr Diluc, but heâs so cold and boring!â She cries, clenching her fists to her chest, as if being âboringâ was a crime to humanity. âAnd he never smiles. He should smile more but I would find him scarier like that⌠so maybe he should stay the way he is: a total gloomy bum bum!â
You canât help but laugh at her honest statement, muffling the noise with your hand. She blinks at you and wonders what she said that made you laugh, but you simply tell her that itâs nothing.
âMaybe, but I love that âgloomy bum bumâ just the way he is.â
âBut⌠why? Y/n is so kind and knows how to smile! Mr Diluc is too sad and boring for you.â
Over the course of your relationship with the wine monopolist, you were met with resistance from various people who believed they wanted âthe bestâ for him. These were including, butand not limited to, businessmen, his admirers, and old aristocrats with wealth on the brink of collapsing. You never let their passive aggressiveness get to you, their comments burned to ashes by the way Diluc lights the way for you with his undying flames.Â
Yet hearing a child, who has no real grip of the world beyond explosions and how not to blow up Monstadt, explain that Diluc shouldnât be with you because he doesnât know how to smile is⌠unbelievable. Her intentions are nothing but pure for her knowledge of the world has not yet been tainted by the nuance of human behaviour. As refreshing as it feels to have her support, any insults you hear about Diluc are unpleasant to hear. Though she may not hold any malice, perhaps her judge of character needs to be deepened.
âSometimes, the coldest people are really the warmest,â you begin, gently wrapping her scarf around her neck. âMr Diluc is one of those people.â
âReally?â
âWarmer than a fireplace, or a Pyro Crystalfly, or Jumpty Dumpty.â
Her eyes widen. âReally?â
âYes, but please donât go blowing one up just to see how warm it can be. Jean already told you about the animals hibernating during winter, you shouldnât go disturbing them.â
She tucks her hands behind her back, eyes downcast and ears flopped.
âDo you remember when Albedo took you to Dragonspine and when you melted a chunk of ice, crystalflies flew out of it?â
âThey were so pretty and became super warm! I wish I caught one of them, but they flew away too quickly.â
âMr Diluc is just like that ice with the fireflies. You just need to warm up to him and when you do, he can be one of the best people youâll ever meet.â
âWill he fly away too?â
âYou could keep an eye on him and find out.â
She nods, determination alighting in her eyes with the new task you assign her. Although youâre pretty positive she wonât ever succeed with it, youâre just happy youâve found a way to show Klee that your lover isnât as terrible as she deems. A flash of familiar red hair appears in your periphery.
âDear?â He calls, capturing your attention. âShall we head into the tavern now? Itâs too cold to stay out here.â
Sparing one last glance at Klee who regards your partner with fire in her eyes, you canât help but smile at the pure innocence in her heart. With a ruffle of her hair as goodbye, you take Dilucâs hand and stand, waving goodbye to the rest of the group before heading in the direction of Angelâs Share. Shuddering, you sink deeper into the wool of your coat and the warmth of his Pyro Vision, a perfect combat to the winter frost thatâs covered Monstadt.
âYou know,â you begin when both of you have arrived at the empty tavern and the red-haired has a fire started in the corner. He urges you to continue with a soft âhumâ. âThe conversation I had with Klee just wonât leave my head.â
âOh? Whatâd she say?â
Sitting down on a cold stool, you keep your gaze on him as he walks behind the counter. It seems like heâs preparing drinks and snacks for you: some cheese, crackers, and grapes.
âFirst of all, she only found out today that I was dating you.â
âOh? Jean or Albedo havenât told her before?â
âI guess neither of us appear that much in conversation together. But she refused to believe it at first, being like âyou mean that Mr Diluc?â, âwhy is he your boyfriend?â,â you laugh. âShe thought that you were too gloomy to be with me and that I should be with someone who knows how to smile.â
His cheese knife halts, the sound of metal meeting wood slicing through the atmosphere. However, youâre too engrossed in retelling the story to notice the way he freezes.
âHow silly. Kids really have the wildest presumptions and thoughts to match.â
Diluc continues preparing the food, stiff hands moving along the counter. You donât say more than that, saving further conversation for when heâs done. As he sets the arrangement of crackers, cheese, and grapes down, itâs accompanied by a heavy sigh.
âWhat if⌠sheâs right?â Asks the winery owner, voice no louder than a whisper.
âWhat?â
âYou heard me.â
âI did, but I donât understand why you think that way too.â
âWell, smiling isnât my strong suit anymore and Iâve been told by the knights that the children find my expression too scary.â
âYou know anyone can smile, right?â You ask jovially. âItâs not like a statistical impossibility-â
âItâs not just that,â he interjects sharply. Your smile fades, acknowledging Dilucâs sombre expression that clarified he wasnât joking around like you thought. However, seeing the change in your attitude sobered him and that sharp glance fades, turning into something remorseful and softer. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to snap like that.â
âNo no, itâs my fault for not taking you seriously. Please, go on.â
âIâm quite boring, you know.â He fiddles with the ends of his leather gloves. âDid you never think that maybe what Klee said could be correct?â
âNever because sheâs not correct. Honestly, Diluc, after all these years of being together and hearing what some people have to say about us, I never thought youâd think like this.âÂ
He casts his gaze downwards. âBecause those people donât know me like you do.âÂ
Two hands come up to cup his cheeks, gently directing him to look up at you and meet your kind expression. All inhibitions he had melt away at the sight of your smile.
âI can only hope they never do,â you reply simply, confidence lacing your words.Â
Being with him is not easy. He is a busy man, one who manages the entirety of Monstadtâs wine business during the day and takes to the shadows to look after your beloved city at night. Yet, despite working with the sun and moon, he still gives all of him to you. For as long as Diluc will allow it, you hope to be the only person heâll pick baskets of grapes with, play slow games of chess with, and freely lay out his convictions to.Â
Youâll be damned to give up your spot beside him without a fight.
Diluc doesnât believe he deserves the same. âYouâre too patient with me. Iâve let you down too much for you to be this forgiving,â he grabs your wrists and gently knocks his forehead against yours. âI canât give you everything you want.â
âYouâre my Diluc, you already are everything.â
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And then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.Â
Part 6 of 12
Synopsis: Surfing lessons and more confessions (shocker)
Pairing: unrequited JJ x Reader, Eventual Rafe x Reader
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Y/N glanced at her phone with a sigh, wondering if it was just another reminder of her complicated feelings. But instead, her screen lit up with a name she hadnât expected. Rafe Cameron
She frowned at first, thinking it was some weird mistake. Rafe? Why would he be texting her this late? Her finger hovered over the screen, hesitant, before she swiped to open the message.Â
Rafe: Midnight drive?
Her brows furrowed. Midnight? Was he serious? Y/N looked at the clockâshe wasnât really tired, but the last thing she expected tonight was an invitation from him.Â
Y/N: How did you get my number?
She typed quickly, half-joking, half-curious, but honestly, more interested than sheâd like to admit. She almost deleted it, but the words were out before she could stop herself.Â
The reply came almost instantly, and she couldnât help but laugh at his reply.
Rafe: Donât worry about it.
Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself. The guy was insufferable, but also oddly charming in a way that caught her off guard. She sat back in her chair, contemplating for a moment. What could it hurt? She was used to hanging out with the Pogues at all hours of the night anyway. This wouldnât be any different.Â
Still, she had to tease him a little.
Y/N: You logged on to the country clubâs computer, didnât you?
She waited, half-expecting him to respond with something smug and condescending. Instead, the reply was simpler. A smiley face emoji with a single word:Â
Rafe: Maybe.
Y/N let out a breath, part exasperated, part amused. The fact that he was so cryptic made her want to know more, but she wasnât about to let him get under her skin so easily. She typed back quickly, deciding to go with it.
Y/N: Youâre lucky Iâm bored. Iâll meet you out front in 10.
Without waiting for a response, she tossed her phone on her bed and stood up, running her fingers through her hair. She grabbed her jacket from the back of the door and slipped into something comfortable enough to hang out, but still warm enough for a late-night drive.
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A few minutes later, Y/N was standing outside, the cool night air ruffling her hair. Her heart raced a littleânot from nervousness, but from the odd excitement she felt at the thought of going out with Rafe. Maybe it was because she never really got the chance to talk to him in the way she wanted to. Or maybe it was just the spontaneity of it all.Â
The headlights of his car cut through the dark before she heard the engine, and Rafeâs sleek black car rolled up to the curb. He leaned over from the driverâs side and rolled down the window, looking effortlessly cool as usual.
âHop in, princess. You ready for an adventure?â His grin was playful, and Y/N couldnât help but shake her head in disbelief at his arrogance.
âYou really think Iâm going to get in that car after youââ Y/N started, but Rafe cut her off with a raised eyebrow.
âI promise I wonât bite,â he said, his voice low and teasing. âUnless you want me to.â
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. She slid into the passenger seat, rolling her eyes as she buckled up. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âThatâs why you like me.â He winked, his grin still wide. âBut seriously, you up for a drive around the island?â
She shrugged, trying to seem casual, though she felt a bit of a flutter in her stomach. âSure. Why not? What else is there to do around here?â
Rafe nodded approvingly as he shifted the car into gear, and they were off, the soft hum of the engine the only sound for a while.
The drive was slow at first, the cool breeze from the windows mixing with the music playing softly in the background. Y/N looked out the window at the familiar sights of the Outer Banksâeverything sheâd grown up with, but somehow different tonight.Â
âSo, whatâs the plan?â Y/N asked, trying to ease the silence. âYou just wanted to drive around and look at the stars?â
âNah.â Rafe chuckled, his eyes glinting as he focused on the road. âI thought maybe you could use a little excitement. Besides, I thought you might want to take a break from the whole Pogue routine for a change.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow. âAre you implying the Pogues are boring?â
âNot boring,â he said, his voice turning mock serious. âJust predictable. Plus, itâs nice to hang out with someone who doesnât have the same baggage as the rest of them.â
Y/N considered this for a moment, then shrugged. âFair point. But we all have our baggage, donât we?â
Rafe glanced at her, a flicker of something in his eyes. âTrue,â he agreed quietly. âBut I think youâre a little more... chill about it than the others.â
âMaybe.â She let out a soft laugh, feeling the tension between them lighten just a bit. âIâm just used to it by now. Besides, everyoneâs got their own mess to deal with.â
Rafe nodded, his gaze on the road as they sped through the dark, but Y/N could sense that he was thinking about something deeper, something personal. The moment was quiet, comfortable in its own way, until he spoke again, his tone a little more vulnerable this time.
âDo you ever think about what happens after we graduate? Whatâs next?â
Y/N turned toward him, surprised by the question. It was a conversation she wasnât prepared to have, but it felt oddly important.
âYeah,â she said slowly. âI think about it all the time. Like, whatâs out there beyond this island? But then I remember that I donât really know if Iâm ready to leave.â
Rafeâs lips quirked into a soft smile, but his eyes were faraway, distant. âI get that. For me, though, itâs... itâs more about living up to what my family expects. You know?â
Y/N nodded, even though she wasnât sure she understood completely. But she could sense the pressure in his words, the weight of his own struggles. âYeah,â she said quietly. âI can imagine that.â
The car fell into silence for a while as Rafe focused on the road, and Y/N sat back, thinking about everything heâd just said. For a moment, the world felt smaller, simplerâjust the two of them driving through the night, talking about things they didnât normally share.
The car pulled into a secluded spot near the beach, the wheels crunching softly against the gravel as Rafe parked. For a moment, the only sounds were the hum of the engine winding down and the waves crashing against the shore.
Y/N looked out the window, feeling the familiar pull of the ocean, but also the strange quietness that accompanied being out here at this hour. She wasnât sure what Rafe had in mind, but she wasnât complaining. The night felt open, full of possibilities.
âCome on.â Rafe slid out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him, and walked over to the trunk, pulling out two surfboards.
Y/N raised an eyebrow. âWhat are you, some kind of surfing guru now?â she called out, a teasing smile spreading across her face.Â
Rafe turned to face her with a grin, his eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight. âIâve been doing this for years. Figured Iâd teach you a thing or two.â He tossed one of the boards toward her, and she caught it easily, though the weight of it surprised her a little.
She shot him a skeptical look, but as usual, Rafe wasnât one to back down from a challenge.Â
âJJ tried to teach me when I was younger,â she said, stepping out of the car and slinging the surfboard over her shoulder. âLetâs just say it didnât go well.â
Rafeâs smirk widened. âWhat happened? He let you fall off on purpose?â
Y/N rolled her eyes, though she couldnât help but laugh. âSomething like that. He never really took it seriously.â
âWell, Iâm serious,â Rafe said, his tone suddenly more intense, though his smile remained. âAnd maybe youâll have a better chance with me. Who knows?â
Y/N laughed softly, her thoughts momentarily drifting to JJ and the way things had shifted between them recently. After she left his home the night of Lukeâs outburst things went back to normal quickly and that night was never brought up again. The pogues never changed, with Pope worrying about his summer reading and John B disappearing for hours citing a mystery that needs solving as a reason. JJâs tour guide business was booming and he went back to eyeing Kie at group hangouts. This combination left Y/N wanting to see the group less and less. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside for now.Â
âSo, whatâs the plan?â Y/N asked, setting her board down on the sand. âWe just gonna swim out and start paddling like a couple of idiots?â
Rafe snorted. âPretty much. But youâve gotta get the basics down first, and then weâll take it from there.â
She turned to face him, eyeing the water in front of them. It looked calm enough, but she knew how deceptive the ocean could be. Still, the thought of being out there with Rafe, even with the awkwardness she sometimes felt around him, was strangely comforting.
They waded into the water, the cold ocean waves crashing around their ankles, and Y/N tried to keep her balance as she adjusted the surfboard beneath her feet.Â
âYou remember the basics?â Rafe asked, his voice quieter now, as though he was assessing her readiness.
Y/N nodded, though she didnât feel particularly confident. âI remember enough to fall flat on my face.â
Rafe chuckled, stepping up beside her. âDonât worry. Iâll catch you if you fall.â
There was something in his voice that made her look at him, really look at him, for the first time in a while. His demeanor wasnât just cockyâit was calm, almost protective. And for a moment, Y/N felt the weight of the night and the change in their relationship.
âIâm not a total beginner, you know,â she said, trying to hide the sudden feeling of vulnerability. âIâll probably wipe out once or twice, but Iâll figure it out.â
Rafe shot her a sidelong glance. âIâm not worried. Youâve got a good attitude. Youâll get it.â
He stood beside her, both of them paddling out toward the deeper water. The quiet was nice, just the sound of their boards slicing through the water and the rhythmic rush of the ocean around them.Â
As they reached the spot where the waves began to form, Rafe turned to her, his expression serious. âOkay, Y/N. Iâm gonna have you paddle and pop up at the same time. Itâs all about timing.âÂ
Y/N nodded, already feeling a little nervous. She wasnât sure what to expect, but she trusted Rafe, even if she didnât fully understand why. She had a feeling he was trying to teach her more than just surfing. But she wasnât going to think too hard about that right now.
âReady?â Rafe asked, his gaze meeting hers. There was something reassuring in his eyes, though it was quickly masked by his usual cocky grin.Â
âYeah,â she said, nodding again. âLetâs do it.â
He paddled toward the first incoming wave, signaling her to follow suit. The water seemed to move with a kind of rhythm, and for a moment, Y/N felt herself getting caught up in it, the tension in her body releasing as she focused on the task at hand. The world outside of themâthe drama, the confusion with JJ, everythingâseemed to blur. All that mattered was the wave in front of her.
âDonât forget the pop-up!â Rafeâs voice cut through the night, just as she felt the first wave start to pull her forward. She barely managed to push herself up onto the board, her body feeling stiff as she tried to find her balance.Â
For a second, she was standing, and she thought maybe this was going to work. But just as quickly, she lost her balance and crashed down into the water with a loud splash.
She resurfaced, laughing at herself. âWell, that didnât work.â
Rafe was already paddling back toward her, grinning. âDonât worry, thatâs the first try. Youâre getting the hang of it.â
Y/N wiped water from her eyes, giving him an exaggerated roll of her eyes. âIf you say so. You shouldâve seen the way JJ taught me. At least Iâm not face planting into the sand.â
Rafe laughed, his voice warmer than she expected. âHey, youâre doing better than I thought you would.â
Y/N smiled, feeling more at ease than she had in a while. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasnât caught up in her head about JJ or the others. She was just... here, with Rafe.Â
They tried again, and though Y/N wiped out once more, the sense of accomplishment from even attempting it felt good. Rafe stayed close, offering tips and words of encouragement that felt different from what sheâd gotten in the past.
âWant to try again?â he asked, his voice softer this time, more serious than before. There was something in the way he looked at her, something almost protective, like he wanted her to succeed, not just because of surfing, but because he genuinely cared.
Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. âYeah. Letâs go.â
They spent the next hour on the water, laughing, talking, and occasionally falling, but each time, she felt herself getting a little better, a little more comfortable. Rafe didnât push too hard, but he kept her focused, making sure she understood the mechanics of it.
By the time they made their way back to the beach, Y/N felt like sheâd learned something more than just surfing. Maybe it was the way Rafe had opened up, or maybe it was the shared experience of being out there at night, away from everything. Either way, she knew that things were changing between them.
And though she didnât realize it yet, Rafe was beginning to feel something too. But that was a thought he wasnât ready to confrontâat least not tonight.
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Y/N flopped down onto the sand, stretching out her legs and feeling the coolness of the sand seep through her damp clothes. She let out a contented sigh, her heart still racing from the thrill of the waves. Rafe dropped down beside her with a light thud, wiping his wet hair out of his eyes.
âOkay, not gonna lie, I was expecting a lot more flailing,â Rafe teased, leaning back on his elbows and looking over at her. âIâm impressed. You only wiped out... what, three times?â
Y/N shot him a playful glare. âExcuse me? It was four. Iâm counting the time I almost stayed on, but then I hit that stupid wave and face-planted.â
Rafe chuckled, his usual confident grin slipping into something more genuine. âWell, in that case, you deserve an award for âMost Improved.â From barely standing to almost staying on? Thatâs basically a pro.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. âOh, sure. âMost Improved.â Whatâs next? âMost Likely to Get Pushed into the Water by Rafe?ââ
âNow that would be an award youâd win,â Rafe quipped, his grin widening. âBut you have to admit, youâve come a long way from your first wave.â
Y/N groaned at the memory. âUgh, donât remind me. JJ was a terrible teacher. It was just âdonât fall,â âgood luck,â and âtry not to drown.â He might as well have handed me a board and told me to figure it out myself.â
Rafe let out a soft laugh, but his eyes softened a little. âWell, you didnât drown. Thatâs something. You mightâve had a few wipeouts, but hey, thatâs surfing.â
Y/N gave him a sidelong glance. âYou say that like you didnât totally bail on that last wave too.â
He raised his hands in mock defense. âHey, that was just an elaborate move to give you more space to shine. Didnât want to make it too obvious I was carrying you through the session.â
Y/N snorted. âOh, so now Iâm âshining,â huh? I thought I was the one struggling to stay upright.â
Rafeâs grin was playful, teasing her. âWell, you were struggling. But I like to think I was a good influence on your, uh, form. You should be thanking me.â
âYeah, yeah,â Y/N said with a roll of her eyes, though her voice was warm. âIâll put it on my âthank youâ list. Right after thanking JJ for almost making me break my neck out there.â
âSee? If youâd just let me teach you from the start, you wouldnât have needed to almost break anything,â Rafe shot back with a raised eyebrow, a little spark of humor in his eyes. âWe couldâve avoided all the drama.â
Y/N laughed, the sound light and carefree. âSure, next time Iâll take you up on that offer. But for now, letâs just pretend you didnât totally bail in front of me.â
âOnly because I didnât want to make you feel bad about your wipeouts,â Rafe said with a smirk, nudging her with his shoulder. âYou know, being a good friend and all.â
Y/N scoffed, nudging him back. âUh-huh. Sure, letâs stick with that story. So, what else do you teach, besides making excuses for bad surfing?â
Rafeâs eyes flickered with amusement, but then, for a moment, his expression softened. He leaned back, staring out at the water, his tone shifting slightly.
âHonestly, I didnât expect to be out here tonight. It feels good, though... getting away from everything.â
Y/N noticed the change in his voice but didnât push it. Instead, she gave him a teasing grin. âWhat, the great expectations of your perfect life getting to you?â
He shot her a quick glance, a mix of amusement and something else she couldnât quite place. âSomething like that. Itâs just... a lot. You know, with grade 12 and all that comes with it. I canât even think straight sometimes. University stuff, family, the whole âdo everything perfectlyâ thing.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow. âI thought you had it all figured out. Youâre the guy everyone looks up to, right?â
Rafe scoffed lightly. âYeah, right. Iâm just really good at pretending I have it together.â
âSeems to be working for you,â Y/N said with a grin, nudging him again. âYouâve got that âIâm a cool, chill guy who doesnât care about anythingâ vibe down.â
He laughed at that, but it was quieter, less confident than usual. âGuess Iâm really good at that too. But... the truth is, I donât feel that way a lot. Like, I feel like everyoneâs counting on me to know what comes next, and I donât.â
Y/N paused, her playful grin faltering for a moment. âYou mean... your familyâs putting pressure on you?â
Rafeâs gaze flickered to the horizon, his expression distant for a moment. âYeah. They have their whole life planned out for me. The best schools, the right job, the perfect future. Itâs like... Iâm supposed to fit into this box theyâve already decided for me, and Iâm not even sure itâs the one I want.â
Y/N shifted, sitting up straighter as she looked at him, her teasing smile fading into something more thoughtful. âThatâs... a lot to deal with,â she said quietly, her voice softening. âI mean, I get it. Parents want the best for you, but they donât always get to decide whatâs best for you, you know?â
Rafe gave her a dry laugh, glancing sideways at her. âYeah, thatâs the problem. I donât know what I want. Itâs like, the more I think about it, the more it feels like Iâm just... following a script. I donât even know who I am outside of what they expect from me.â
Y/N studied him for a moment, her eyes narrowing in thought before she gave him a gentle, almost teasing smile. âWell, if it makes you feel any better, I donât know what I want either. I think the whole worldâs just kind of... winging it, you know? Maybe thatâs the point. Not everything needs to be figured out right now.â
Rafe raised an eyebrow, surprised by her response. âYou donât know either?â
She shrugged, a little smile playing on her lips. âIâm not pretending to have it all together. Who does? Iâm just... trying to figure it out day by day. And honestly, I think youâll get there. I mean, yeah, your familyâs expectations suck, but they donât have to define what youâre capable of. If you want to follow your own path, you can.â
He looked at her with a slightly skeptical look, then shook his head. âItâs not that simple.â
Y/N leaned back on her elbows, looking out at the waves, her voice more serious now. âNo, itâs not. But that doesnât mean itâs impossible. Youâre not stuck with whatever they decide for you. Youâre still young, you still have time to figure out who you are and what you want. It might take a while, and thatâs okay.â
Rafe absorbed her words, his gaze still distant but a little less guarded now. âYeah... I guess you're right. It's just hard to shake that feeling, like I'm already behind, you know? Like everyone else has it figured out.â
Y/N gave him a wry smile, nudging him with her foot. âYouâre not behind. Youâre just... not living in anyone elseâs idea of what your life should be. Thatâs actually pretty damn impressive.â
Rafe snorted, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a half-smile. âImpressive, huh?â
âYeah. Seriously. Not everyone can walk away from a path thatâs already paved for them. Takes guts,â she said with a grin. âAnd maybe the fact that youâre thinking about it at all means youâre already ahead of the game. Everyone else is just... stuck in their little boxes.â
Rafe let out a long breath, a small smile tugging at his lips. âYouâre way more insightful than I give you credit for.â
Y/N shrugged, still smirking. âItâs what I do. But, seriously, Rafe... donât let anyone else decide for you. If you need to figure it out on your own, take the time. Youâre allowed to take the time.â
He looked at her for a moment, clearly processing her words. âThanks, Y/N. I needed to hear that.â
Y/N smiled back, her voice softening again. âAnytime. Youâre not alone in this, okay?â
Rafe nodded, his shoulders relaxing a little. âI appreciate it. More than you know.â
She leaned back, turning her attention back to the ocean. âWell, if youâre ever in doubt, just remember: Iâm always around to tell you how awesome you are... even if you do try to bail on waves every now and then.â
Rafe laughed, shaking his head. âOkay, now weâre back to you being a smartass. Much better.â
Y/N grinned, glad to see him lightening up again. âHey, someoneâs got to keep you in check.â
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A few days later, y/n found herself in the usual chaos of the Pogues. They gathered in the backyard of the Chateau, the soft hum of late-night music mixing with the sound of laughter and bickering for the first time since the bonfire. Everyone seemed to be in their elementâJJ and Pope were in the middle of some heated debate about which local spot had the best surf conditions, Kie was perched on the porch railing, her legs swinging as she poked fun at them, and John B was sprawled across a lounge chair, half asleep, a grin on his face.
It was the same scene as any other night.
Except, for Y/N, it felt different tonight. She felt a strange detachment, like she was watching from the outside, looking in. Sure, she was there with them, part of the group, but she couldnât shake the feeling that she didnât belong. The conversations felt more distant, the jokes falling flat in her mind. She realized, with a sharp pang in her chest, how much things had shifted.
There was a time when she could dive into the banter, effortlessly teasing JJ or playfully arguing with Pope about anything. But now? She felt like an intruder. She couldnât even remember the last time JJ had cracked a joke at her expense or dragged her into one of his pointless arguments. Instead, he was laughing with Kie, his attention entirely elsewhere.
The emptiness she felt was palpable. She hadnât been able to talk to him properly in weeks, not since everything had gotten so complicated between them. And now, when they were together, it felt as though they were both just pretending. Pretending to be okay, pretending to be friends, pretending that things werenât hanging in the air like an unspoken truth.
The warmth of the fire pit did little to ease her discomfort as she scanned the group. They all seemed so... effortless. So natural with each other. She used to feel like she was part of that flow. But now, more than ever, Y/N felt like a ghost in the background.
She found herself looking for a way out, a way to get some space from the group, but before she could move, JJ caught her eye. He was laughing about something Pope had said, his gaze meeting hers briefly before his expression faltered. He didnât smile at her, didnât make a sarcastic remark like he usually would. He just... looked away.
That was it. That small action sent a wave of frustration crashing over Y/N. He hadnât even tried to make her feel like she was still there, still part of their tight-knit group. Heâd been avoiding her, sure, but now it felt like he wasnât even trying anymore.
âEverything okay?â Kie asked softly from beside her, breaking her train of thought. She had a way of reading Y/N, always able to tell when something was off.
Y/N forced a smile, but it felt weak. âYeah, just... tired,â she said, but Kie wasnât fooled.
âYou sure?â she pressed, eyes narrowing with concern.
âIâm fine,â Y/N replied quickly, but her voice lacked the conviction she had hoped it would carry. She just didnât know how to explain it, not without diving into a conversation that she wasnât sure she was ready to have yet.
Kie, still watching her with a skeptical look, didnât press further, but Y/N could feel the unspoken question between them. Was it about JJ? Was it about the way heâd been pulling away from her? Or was it about something deeper that even she didnât want to admit to herself?
The moment stretched too long, and Y/N, desperate to break the silence, stood up abruptly, brushing the dirt off her jeans. âIâm gonna go get some fresh air,â she muttered, before walking away without waiting for a response.
The air by the dock was cooler, a sharp contrast to the heat of the fire pit. She walked aimlessly around the yard, her thoughts spinning in a whirlwind. It felt like everything was unraveling, and she had no control over any of it.
Before she knew it, JJ was behind her, his footsteps quick and urgent as he caught up. âHey,â he said softly, the warmth of his voice a stark contrast to the tension she felt. âYou good?â
Y/N turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. She wanted to tell him everything, to scream and throw all her emotions at him, but instead, she held back. She didnât want to be the one to make the first move, not anymore.
âIâm fine,â she said again, but this time, her words felt hollow.
JJ didnât buy it. âYouâre not fine, Y/N. Whatâs going on?â
Y/N wanted to ignore him, to walk away, but the words had already started spilling out before she could stop them. âWhatâs going on? Really, JJ? Youâve barely spoken to me in weeks. Youâve been so distant. I feel like I donât even exist to you anymore.â
He flinched at her words, his brow furrowing in confusion. âWhat are you talking about? Weâve been hanging out. Weâre all good, right?â
âAre we?â Y/N shot back, the hurt bleeding into her voice. âBecause it sure as hell doesnât feel that way. We went from spending every minute together to barely seeing each other. You donât even try to talk to me anymore, and when you do, itâs like youâre doing it out of obligation.â
JJâs expression flickered, his jaw tightening as he stepped closer to her. He had a way of getting in her space, of making her feel like his presence was a force she couldnât escape, even when she wanted to.
âYou think Iâm doing this on purpose? You think I want things to be like this?â His voice was quieter now, but there was an edge to it, a mix of frustration and guilt.
Y/N shook her head, her chest tightening with every word she spoke. âI donât know, JJ. I donât know what you want from me anymore. Youâve got this whole life thatâs just... different from mine, and youâre pushing me out. You donât get it.â
For a moment, JJ just stood there, his eyes scanning her face, as if trying to figure out what she meant. âSo, what? Youâre mad at me because Iâve been focused on other things?â
Y/Nâs frustration boiled over. âIâm not mad, JJ. Iâm just... tired. Tired of trying to hold onto something that isnât there anymore.â
The silence stretched out between them. JJ opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Y/N blurted out the words sheâd been holding back for far too long.
âI love you, okay? I love you, and itâs breaking me that you canât see me anymore. I used to be your best friend, JJ. But now? Iâm just someone you pass by when itâs convenient.â
The confession hung in the air, heavy and raw. For a moment, JJ didnât move, didnât speak. He just stared at her, his face a mixture of surprise and something elseâsomething she couldnât name.
And then, without a word, he stepped forward, his hand reaching out, fingers brushing against her arm, pulling her gently toward him. She could feel his breath against her skin, his body close enough that it should have felt comforting, but instead, it felt like an intrusion.
His lips hovered near hers, but there was no fire in his touch. No spark of longing. Just... guilt. Obligation.
Y/N pulled away quickly, her heart racing. âDonât,â she whispered fiercely, her voice trembling. âDonât do that. Donât kiss me because you feel sorry for me.â
JJâs eyes hardened, his jaw clenching as he stepped back. âYou think Iâm just pitying you?â he spat, his anger simmering beneath the surface. âYou think Iâm that much of an asshole?â
âI donât know what you are anymore,â Y/N said, her voice thick with emotion. âIâm done trying to make sense of this. You donât get to just kiss me when you feel like it and then ignore me when itâs convenient. I deserve more than that, JJ.â
He took a step back, his face dark with fury. âYouâre unbelievable, Y/N. I donât know what you want from me, but Iâm done with this.â
Y/N stood there, chest heaving, as JJ stormed off, his steps heavy against the grass. The door slammed behind him, leaving Y/N standing alone, her words still echoing in the silence.
She had said it. She had finally said it. And now, there was nothing left to do but walk away.
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Next up: the scene that inspired this fic
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A/N: I wrote this chapter last night at 2 then woke up and read through it with the shocked pikachu face
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BUNGO STRAY DOGS â putting flowers in their hair
Genre: fluff, com?
Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Poe, Nikolai, Fyodor
âOne second! I said no moving!â You said placing flowers on Dazai's head on a boring sunday.
You were almost done but your boyfriend would keep wiggling purposely to annoy you. God knows how long you were there with him, decorating his scalp.
He didn't really care about the end result. All he knew was he was enjoying that little moment with you. It made him relax so well.
Soon enough you were done. There he was with little sunflowers all over his head. Admiring him with a chuckle, you handed him a mirror.
His eyes sparkled and he was about to touch his hair but you slapped it away lightly.
âDon't.â You frowned and strictly warned. Afterall you didn't want your masterpiece to get ruined.
He looked like fresh coffee with decoration of sunflower.
âI look prettier than the flowers in the vase! Thankyou my love.â He turned to look at you with a sweet smile that made your day.
âHm, maybe I should keep you in that vase instead.â You joked, kissing the top of his head.
âThe hell are you doing? It's been fifteen minutes already!â Chuuya groaned in boredom. You had made him sit in the same position for so long. His poor neck is hurting real bad.
âAlmost done!â You quickly said. And took another ten minutes
âFinally done!â You cheered as you placed the last white daisy flower in the small braids you made.
âCool cool now let me see.â He snatched the mirror from your hand which you were about to give him.
âTHIS is what you were doing from so long?â He looked at you unbelievably.
âCute, right?â You chuckled. You swear you could see his face turned a shade of crimson red.
âWhen can I get rid of these?â He asked, maintaining his tough guy personality.
âAfter a photoâ You removed your phone to click a pic and he quickly started covering the camera.
âY/n no-â
Ranpo wouldn't sit still if you hadn't given him his favourite candies.
He basically gave zero fucks about what you were doing with his hair. He couldn't care less as long as he got his favourite candy to suck.
You placed peach blossom flowers on his hair along with some small ribbons and Oh you swear to God he looked so coquette. Very demure, very mindful.
âAha I'm done.â You clapped a little for yourself for how cutesy he looked. Very ladylike.
âAre those ribbons eatable? They look very strawberry flavoured.â And that was his first question.
âWhat? No-â You rolled your eyes as your pink princess didn't listen and bite one anyways only to throw you a disgusted look.
âThis... isn't strawberry flavoured.â
âYeah ofcourse Mr. Genius detective, those aren't for eating.â
âF-Flowers? On m-my hair? Why? I mean, it's my honour my sweet beloved, but why? What's the occasion?â Poe malfunctioned with redness.
âNothing special. I just want to.â You smiled and made him sit.
The whole decoration process, he sat still like a doll to the point you had to ask if he's even breathing or not. The thing was he was kinda nervous to move even a bit and ruin your decorations.
You had to remind him to relax a little.
You were finally done putting small sunflowers on his head and yeah, he gave the perfect sunshine energy.
He looked at the mirror infront of him and smiled, his heart smiled more from joy though. He was just happy that you did all that pretty stuff on his head.
âI'll keep them in my hair as long as I can.â He said in pure bliss.
(Karl climbed up later and started chewing on your small flowers)
Nikolai was the one who insisted on putting flowers in his head.
One day he just suddenly comes home after work with roses that he painted red.
âLove, Look! I bought flowers! Can you place them in my hair? Please please pleaseeeeâ
How could you say no to that puppy face?
You unbraided his long braid and placed the rose flower crown on his hair that you made of the roses he gave you. And oh how angelic he looked.
Looking at your reaction, he chuckled.
âI know my beauty is jaw-dropping, Dove. Close your mouth or a fly's gonna settle there.â He said giggling and closing your mouth.
âFedya, Can I place these lilies on your hair?â You asked, trying to make your voice as sweet as possible.
âHm? Why?â Fyodor asked, not even lifting his eyes off his computer screen. The workaholic rat didn't really care about it.
âI uh... Just want to? Pretty please?â You pouted slightly.
âFine I guess, If that's what will make you leave me alone for work later.â He sighed.
You started doing his bun and then placed lilies on his head. You had gender envy from this guy for five minutes straight. How can someone look so beautiful by being a rat species at this point than you?
âSeems like you're done Myshka.â He said, still not lifting his eyes off the screen.
âYou look pretty.â You commented silently.
âIs that so? I suppose I'll keep my hair like this the whole day then.â He slightly looked at you and smiled a little that made you flushed as hell.
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#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#bsd ranpo#bsd poe#bsd nikolai#bsd fyodor#bsd#bsd imagines#bsd scenarios#bsd x reader#bsd x gender neutral reader#bungou stray dogs
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sunscreen and chlorine
word count: 3.5k
pairing: lifeguard!eddie x fem!reader
summary: things get steamy during an unbearably hot day at the hawkins pool.
cw: 18+ MINORS DNI - SMUT. oral (m receiving), sexual innuendos with a popsicle, sex in a public place, unprotected p in v, creampie, billy is mentioned in this lol. lmk if i forgot any!
authorâs note: lifeguard!eddie has been invading my brain for days so here, have this.
It was hot. So, so unbelievably hot. The kind of heat where you step outside and feel like you canât breathe for a second, where the air feels thick and heavy and sweat clings to your skin relentlessly. There was no breeze, none at all, just stagnant heat lingering. Naturally, just about everyone in Hawkins was at the community pool, dying for a way to cool down. Bare feet walking on hot pavement, vibrant swimsuits almost blinding in the sun. Brightly colored beach balls being tossed around in the water as screams and splashes rang out. Eddie sat perched in his lifeguard chair, bright red swim trunks covering his bottom half, stopping a little bit above his knees. A black tank top rested on his torso, clinging tight to modest muscles. Even in the blistering summer, Eddie wasnât one to parade around with his shirt off. Much unlike Billy, who would take any chance he could get to be wearing as little clothing as possible, showing off his biceps to the suburban mothers whoâd fawn over him. Bored women who married boring men that they felt close to nothing for, all for the sake of having that nuclear family, now dying to relive their teenage years. Eddie would occasionally throw scandalous remarks their way when theyâd whistle at him, but for the most part he didnât bite.
Eddie was honest to god sweltering, to put it lightly. The shade from the umbrella attached to the chair provided little comfort for him, but at least it kept most of his skin from receiving direct sun exposure. Heâd already applied sunscreen several times, rubbing the white cream all over just to sweat it off a half hour later, and then repeat the process. His pale skin was unforgiving in the summer months, quick to turn an angry red if Eddie wasnât careful about being in the sun. Thereâd been one too many occasions where heâd sat perched on the kitchen counter after hot summer days, Wayne rubbing aloe on his stinging skin. Sometimes Eddie isnât sure why he chose to have a job that required him to be exposed to the elements so often, but hey, it pays the bills.
He peered through his sunglasses at all of the patrons in the pool, wishing he could feel the cool water on himself. His hair was pulled back into a low bun, keeping the heavy curls from making his neck too warm. He kept himself occupied any way he could, blowing his whistle at kids who insisted on running around the pool grounds despite several signs warning not to, laughing to himself when theyâd slow to a walk, staring up at him with guilty eyes. Sat high on his perch, his eyes scanned over the various suspects down below - teenage girls sprawled out on towels, pretending like they werenât absolutely miserable in the sun as they tanned their skin, Jason Carver walking towards the pool with Chrissy Cunningham over his shoulders, laughing in protest about the water being too cold, Billy flirting excessively with anything with a pulse instead of watching the pool. Eddie huffed a sigh, for as busy a day as it was, there was very little for him to actually do. Not that he wanted to have to, you know, save somebody from drowning today or something, but he was just bored. Ninety-five percent of the townâs population had to be here today, and yet none of his friends were around to keep him entertained. He was hot, he was cranky, and he just wanted to go home and unwind. Needed to smoke a joint, maybe rub one out, and go the fuck to sleep.
After yelling at some teenager to stop dunking unsuspecting people under the water, he resumed his people watching. His whistle sat loosely in his mouth, Eddie absentmindedly fidgeting with the silver metal between his teeth, whispers of that shrill chirping sound fighting their way out of the object every time heâd exhale too hard. Pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them on top of his head, his brown eyes roamed over the grounds until they landed on you. He recognized you, remembers you from high school though you two were never close. A pretty thing - you always have been - sprawled across a lounge chair, one leg crossed over the other casually. Water droplets dried on your skin, and the ends of your hair were wet, indicating your recent swim. You had a popsicle pressed between your lips, sticky red juice melting down your hand, the heat affecting the sweet ice too fast for you to keep up with. He doesnât fully realize how hard heâs been staring until your eyes catch his, and you cock an eyebrow at him. He feels his cheeks heat up, for once from something other than the sun, and is about to just scamper down from his chair and into a hole in the ground before you wave at him, fingers delicately wiggling his way.
He gives you a casual wave back, fully catching the smile that you try to cover with your hand. Your eyes are unwavering on his thin frame, taking in his pale skin thatâs littered here and there with tattoos. Gaze pausing on the soft muscles in his arms, trailing down to the fabric of his swim trunks, bunched up just below the waistband, concealing the rest of him that youâd very much like to see. You notice that he doesnât stop looking at you, either. Eddie shamelessly lets his eyes rake up your legs, the vibrant pink of your bathing suit complimenting the rest of you. He swears his heart almost stops when he meets your eyes again, noticing the sultry look in them as you slowly push your popsicle past your lips once more. It almost completely disappears in your mouth before you pull it out, excruciatingly slowly. You lick it from bottom to top, tongue flat against the strawberry flavored treat, eyes never leaving Eddieâs.
He feels his cock twitch slightly in his swim trunks, suddenly finding it incredibly hard to focus on doing his job. You knew what you were doing, and you werenât about to back down from what Eddie could tell. The dense heat was getting to his head, his brain turning to mush as he watched you. Juice from the popsicle slowly trickled down your chin until you wiped it with your fingers, proceeding to stick the index and middle in your mouth, sucking the sweet syrup off. Eddie shifts in his seat, subtly adjusting the fabric of his swim trunks, trying to conceal the bulge growing beneath them. You notice the awkward movement, lips twisting into a smirk as your mouth resumes its work on your popsicle. By the time youâve consumed the entirety of the cold treat, pulling the last bit off the stick with your teeth and letting it melt in your mouth, Eddie is uncomfortably hard. Heâs pulled the bright red rescue tube that was once secured at the side of the lifeguard chair over his lap, which wouldnât seem like a calculated maneuver to anyone except you. You know the effect youâve had on him, and he knows youâre enjoying it. Now that youâre done putting on a little show for him, heâs not sure what to do next. Was that it? Seductively eat your popsicle for him and itâs over, resume his shift as normal? He couldnât exactly shout across the way at you to ask for your number - or at least, he didnât want to make an absolute buffoon of himself trying.
He didnât have to deliberate for long before he caught you jerking your head to the side, eyes following in the direction of the changing rooms and showers. You stood slowly from your chair, making sure he got the hint, before walking towards the big blue door to the womenâs changing rooms. He couldnât help but admire the way your ass looked as you walked away from where he was perched, soft flesh peeking out around the fabric of your bathing suit bottoms. Eddie was fully aware of the fact that fooling around with you at his place of employment in the middle of his shift was probably not a wise idea, but fuck it. He couldnât hold off any longer. Gangly legs climbed down the steps of the lifeguard post until his feet hit the pavement below, almost immediately protesting at the heat coming from the concrete. He walked quickly in the direction you had led him, pulling his shirt over his head and bunching it in front of him to conceal the horrendously obvious tent in his pants. He approached Billy who gave him a questioning look.
âCover for me for a few, man,â Eddie said quietly, for only Billy to hear, shoving the rescue tube at the shorter man for him to take.
âWhat?â Billy asked, stumbling back ever so slightly as Eddie presses the red safety equipment into his chest.
âJust fucking cover for me,â his voice was firm, and he walked away before Billy could say another word. The other man huffed an annoyed sigh as he headed for the lifeguard chair.
Eddie stepped cautiously into the changing rooms, not wanting to startle any unsuspecting pool patrons, but was pleasantly surprised when the only person he found inside was you. You leaned against a wall nonchalantly, twisting a lock of your hair around your fingers, smiling warmly at him.
âHey, handsome. Decided to join me?â your voice is playful as you eye him up and down.
âThat little show you put on sure was something, sweetheart,â Eddie says lowly, stalking slowly towards you.
âJust wanted to get you all worked up for the real deal,â you smirk at him, and he swallows a lump in his throat.
âGive me one sec,â he says quickly, turning on his heel.
Eddie heads back towards the door, grabbing the maintenance sign that sits in the corner. It reads, âSorry! Temporarily closed for cleaning. We apologize for the inconvenience. -Hawkins Community Pool Staffâ. He posts it on the outside of the door, letting the heavy metal swing closed behind him. Best to cover all of his bases here, he certainly doesnât want any kids getting scarred for life today.
âWe donât exactly want an audience, now do we?â he asks as he walks slowly back towards you.
âNo, no I guess not,â you reply, index finger bent with the nail between your teeth, a nervous habit shining through your casual demeanor.
Eddie stands mere inches away from you, breath fanning your face every time he exhales. He finds it hard to contain himself, wants nothing more than to have his hands on you. He steps even closer, looking down at you, loose strands of hair falling from his bun. He discarded the shirt heâd been holding onto the floor, and you find your eyes trailing down to his crotch, the slight bulge beneath the brightly colored fabric looking ever so appealing. His big brown eyes watch you intently, searching for any signs of your discomfort.
âYou sure you want this?â he asks, voice steady.
âYeah, âm sure. Iâve secretly been wanting you since we were fucking eighteen, so,â you laugh lightly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
âShit, you couldâve been teasing me with popsicles this whole time?â Eddie jokes, reaching his hands out and letting them gently rest on your hips.
Youâre quiet, just admiring the soft freckles on his face and the warm brown of his eyes and those full pink lips. Eddie notices the way your eyes linger on his mouth, and his lips curl into a wicked grin.
âWhatâre you looking at me like that for, honey? Need something?â Eddie asks, teasing, his face so deliciously close to yours.
âThink Iâm in serious need of mouth to mouthâŚâ you say, trying to tease him back but your voice is breathy.
In an instant heâs swept you into a kiss. He groans softly as your hands climb up the back of his neck, tugging on his hair where it meets his scalp. His head is swirling, still fuzzy from the early July heat and now from the feel of your soft lips on his. You smell like sunscreen and chlorine, taste like artificial strawberry flavoring. Your lips are passionate yet gentle in their movements against his, and he wants to melt onto the floor for someone to mop up later. The kiss deepens rapidly before Eddie finally has to break away, the temperature in the large room growing to be unbearable. You read his mind before he can even say anything, and pull him into a shower stall, turning the water on to a comfortably cool temperature. You close the curtain behind you, and when you turn back to face him you drop to your knees, hands grabbing at the soft fabric of his swim shorts.
Eddie feels like heâs floating, like the scorching day got to his head and heâs having some weird fever dream hallucination. The feeling of your fingers ghosting over his happy trail and hooking under the waistband of his shorts brings him back down to earth. He sucks in a sharp breath as you tug the swim trunks down, his cock springing free a couple inches from your face. Youâre mesmerized at the sight in front of you. He was big, longer than most youâve seen but less thick. His cock seemed to stare you directly in the face, flushed pink tip leaking pre cum. A small patch of dark curls rested at the base, and his heavy balls hung low beneath. You lick your lips, cool water from the shower falling in small streams over his shoulders and down his chest. The smooth tile floor is hard against your knees, youâre sure theyâll be bruised and sore tomorrow. You grab the base of him, tapping the tip of his cock on your tongue a few times, looking up at him with wide doe eyes. Eddie hisses, grabbing fistfuls of your hair with his hands.
âDonât be a tease, honey,â he growls down at you, and you look at him innocently.
âMe? Never,â you reply, taking the head of his cock in your mouth in one swift movement.
He inhales abruptly, then lets out a sigh as you slowly bob your head on his cock, adjusting to the warm feeling of your mouth. You take him as deep as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around him. Eddie groans in response to this, pulling tighter on your hair, silently begging for you to do it again. You oblige, letting the head of his cock abuse your throat, mouth wide open for him.
âFuck, baby, feels so fucking good,â Eddieâs voice is deeper than before, his eyes dark as they watch your movements.
You lean down further, sucking his balls into your mouth, letting your tongue roll over the stretchy skin. He genuinely yelps, surprised at the contact, eyes squeezed shut. You smile to yourself before sucking them into your mouth once again, Eddieâs whines and whimpers echoing throughout the walls of the building. You bring a hand up to toy with his balls as you redirect your mouthâs attention to the swollen tip of his cock, practically pleading for you to take it past your lips. Eddieâs in shambles as you lick and suck his sensitive head, cleaning the salty pre cum off with your tongue. You take him fully into your mouth again without warning, eliciting moans and curses as he steadies himself with one hand on the shower wall. The contrast between the cold water hitting his back and the sticky humid air tickling the skin of his chest made his head spin, the warmth of your mouth engulfing him only adding to the varying sensations. He feels himself inching closer and closer towards release, and he abruptly grabs your chin and pulls you gently off of him.
âCan I fuck you, baby? Need to be inside that pussy,â heâs trying to maintain his composure but the words come out like a whine, like heâs desperate for you.
You nod as you look up at him, admiring the water droplets that fall from his bangs and the tip of his nose, pussy throbbing between your thighs as his cock rests inches from your face.
âUse your words, pretty thing. Tell me I can fuck you,â Eddie coaxes you, pulling you to stand in front of him
âYes, Eddie, please. Want you to fuck me,â your eyes are pleading and it makes his cock twitch.
He wraps his arms around to your backside, signaling for you to jump. He holds you securely, back now pressed against one of the shower walls, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips are on yours instantly, tongue exploring the inside of your mouth with fervor as you whimper for him. His mouth travels down, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Hot tongue licking your sticky skin, the faint taste of sweat lingering. He pushes the wet fabric of your swimsuit bottoms to the side, lining himself up with your entrance. He kisses you deeply as you feel him slide into you, stretching you open just for him, velvety walls snug around his cock. He groans into your mouth, pushing himself slowly in to the hilt, and your nails claw at his back in desperation. The stretch is so good your toes curl, your body begging and screaming for more.
âP-please, Eddie, oh my god,â you whine, Eddieâs lips now attacking your neck.
âWhat, honey? What do you need?â Eddie purrs, big hands squeezing the soft flesh of your ass.
âNeed you to move, fuck me rough Eddie, please,â you beg him, clinging to him like a vice.
He gets his bearings on the slippery floor before rutting up into you, slick sounds of wet skin on wet skin bouncing around the shower stall. Eddie gasps as his cock fills you once more, every thrust reaching so deep, his thick fingers pressing into your smooth skin as he supports your weight. You can hear faint screams and laughter from the pool outside, and the reminder of the way no one on the outside knows what Eddieâs doing to you in here makes you dizzy with desire. Eddieâs grunting with every snap of his hips, hair frizzy and bangs sticking to his forehead, a panting mess as he fucks you like his life depends on it. Youâre sure your lower back will be sore after this, every jolt to your body ramming you against the wall, but youâre too drunk on Eddie to care. The way your legs are wrapped around him opens you up for his cock to hit the perfect spot inside of you, and youâre screaming his name as he pounds relentlessly into your sopping cunt.
âYeah? Feels good, baby? You like having my cock deep inside you?â Eddie rasps into your ear, hips moving at an unforgiving pace.
The friction against your clit as his body moves against yours paired with the way his cock hits your favorite spot inside of you has you approaching your release rapidly, your body aching to let go. Eddieâs close, too, moaning out strings of curse words and praise as your walls suck him in.
âNot gonna last much longer, honey, where do you want it?â he asks breathlessly, brown eyes blown wide as they search your face.
âInside, need it inside,â you choke the words out, so blissed out itâs hard to speak.
Eddie picks up his pace, hips stuttering as he lets himself go. You feel his cock twitch, warmth spreading inside you as he pumps you full of his cum. Your orgasm hits you the second you feel him fill you, clenching around his already spent cock, milking him for everything heâs got. Eddie presses his forehead to yours, releasing the harsh grip on your hips as he gently sets you down. Your legs tremble, cum leaking out of you and dripping down the insides of your thighs. You rinse them off with the water from the shower head, before turning it off.
âFuck, that was hot,â Eddie pants, pulling his swim trunks up before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
âWhen do you get off work? Maybe you could come over after,â your voice is shy as you suggest it.
âIâm the closing guard tonight, actually. Sooo⌠I could totally get fired for this, but if you wanted to come back here around 8pm after lock up, I could give you some, yâknow, private swimming lessons,â he smirks, cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.
âCount me in, baby. I think Iâm gonna be needing lessons weekly, thoughâŚâ you trail off, heavy lidded eyes looking at him as you twirl his hair around your fingers.
âI can work with that,â Eddie grins, pulling you into a kiss.
As the heat of the day eventually fades into a hazy nightfall, Hawkins residents slowly filing out of the pool and returning home, Eddie thinks of nothing but you. Billy almost slugged him for leaving him in charge for so long, but in Eddieâs book it was worth it. Sure enough, at 8pm on the dot, you saunter towards the gate to the pool. In your left hand was another popsicle.
Eddie was sure youâd be the death of him tonight.
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Cabin at the lake (3)
Summary: You have a much-needed vacation. Thereâs only one problemâŚ
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Assistant!Reader
Warnings: SB being an ass, tension, arguments, vacation hijacking, sexual themes (talk about), misogynism, groping, slow burn, angry reader
A/N: Please consider, that this is a slow-burn story.
Cabin at the lake (2)
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âSmile, sweetness,â he purrs while circling you like prey. âYou can relax now. We can do whatever we want. Soldier Boy stops behind you to sniff at your hair. âI canât wait to bend you to my will. HmmâŚI should get my bags from the trunk and hide my car before we start getting wild.â
âBags?â You frown. âWhy are you bringing a bag? Why did you come here in the first place?â You twirl around to search Soldier Boyâs face. âWhy do you want to hide your car?â
âBaby, we donât want anyone to recognize my car,â he cups your face. âWhat if I want to fuck you over that chopping block and my fans come around to take pictures? They know my car, and my license plate,â Soldier Boy flashes you a dirty smirk. âAw, I bet your pussy is all tingly for me now.â
âYouâre a disgusting misogynist,â you snap at him and purse your lips. âI wouldnât fuck you even if you were the last person with a dick on this planet.â
âYouâd miss out on a great dick,â one hand wanders down to your neck. He cups the back of your neck to force you to hold his gaze. âLife would be so boring without me and my dick.â
âI could simply ride pussy,â you curl your upper lip in disgust feeling his other hand wander to your ass. He gropes one cheek, and purrs in your ear. âIf you donât take your hands off me, Iâll stab you to death.â
âUh-huh, youâre into rough foreplay.â God, that man is so infuriating and makes you mad with his sheer presence. âHow about I get my bags out of the trunk, and you surprise me with a warm meal? I drove for hours, worried sick about you.â
âYouâfucker!â You push against his chest. âIâm on vacation, and not your housewife cooking for you all day.â You bite his lip when he tries to kiss you. He groans as you draw blood.
âYouâre my sexy assistant and I expect you to be there for me in any way,â he pecks your lips again. âHmm⌠your lips taste like cherries and danger. I bet; your pretty cunt will taste even better.â
Soldier Boy drops his hands from you and steps away to look you up and down. He licks his lips as his eyes drop to your crotch.
âIâll get my shit and have a shower. I hope you got hot water in this place,â he winks at you before turning to leave the cabin. âIâll take care of the door later. Your man has talented hands tooâŚâ
âMy man? What the fuck is wrong with you?â You follow him toward the door, well, the hole where your door used to be. âI quit not an hour ago. There is no reason for you to be here. Leave my ground!â
âOh baby,â he looks over his shoulder, âI know youâre a little shy. But donât worry, you have my full attention, sweetness.â
You canât believe this man sometimes, or like ever. He didnât hear a single word you said or simply decided to ignore your protests.
Walking back inside you try to find a way to get rid of him. Glancing at your phone on the coffee table you sigh. You hate to do this, but youâve got no other choice. Calling Vought is your last resort. Only they can talk sense into Soldier Boy.
You dial the number, waiting for someone to pick up and get Soldier Boy off your back. âHi, this Y/N Y/L/N. I need to tell you somethingâŚâ
âUnbelievable,â you fling your phone at Soldier Boy when he walks inside the cabin. He drops his bags and easily catches your phone. âDid you and those suit wearers make a deal to fuck me over?â
âWhat are you talking about?â He huffs. âI get my bags and you attack me with a phone! Iâm slowly getting angry with you.â
âI called Vought, and they told me that you deserve a vacation and expect my cooperation. Even if it means letting you pound my pussy! Their words, not mine. I didnât know Vought is my pimp!â
He grins. That fucker grins at you!
âAw, baby,â he winks at you, âyou wanted to make it official. Youâre moving fast. Do you have a ring too?â
âYouâre delusional,â you twirl around. âIf you stay here, you can sleep outside. I wonât have you inside my cabin or cook for you. And fix my fucking door!â
You stomp upstairs, muttering under your breath while cursing Soldier Boyâs birth. How dare all of them to ruin your vacation!
âSweetness, I repaired your door,â Soldier Boy creeps upstairs to look for you. âCome out, come out sweet mouse.â He laughs when you rip the door to the bedroom open to glare at him.
âThatâs the least you could do after destroying it. I hope you repaired it for real!â
âI played your perfect handyman,â he grins proudly. âI told you that Iâm good with my hands. I could show you how good, sweetness.â
âYou can sleep in the woods like the caveman you are!â You growl at him. He wants you to praise him for repairing the door he destroyed, but you wonât have it.
âA caveman sleeps in a cave,â you roll your eyes when he slowly sneaks toward your bedroom. âYou cannot ban me from this cabin. Iâm on vacation.â He unzips one of his duffle bags to get a bundle of money out to throw it at you. âHere, for my stay and food.â
âWhere did youâŚâ you look at the bag filled with money. âHow can you walk around with a bag full of money?â
He shrugs. âCash is king. I thought weâd need some money out here, in the middle of nowhere. If you lend me a hand, we can get the food I bought while you hid in the bedroom.â
âFood?â You question.
âFine, booze and something to smoke,â he grins. âI got something for you too. You know, to help you loosen up a little.â
âWhat is it?â You donât want to know what he bought, but heâll tell you either way.
Soldier Boy steps closer, invading your space. He flings his other bag into the room, right next to your suitcases.
âLots of lube, babyâŚâ
Part 4
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confessing to atsumu - fluff , 1.1k words
almost everybody assumed you were friends with osamu because of your massive crush on atsumu. To be fair, you were never really good at hiding your feelings, whether it be the way you blushed when he simply greeted you in the corridors or the way you begged osamu to let you join one of their practices one day. Everybody knew you had a crush on atsumu. You didnât really care though, you were friends with his brother, not him so whatâs the worst that could happen? him rejecting you? youâll simply move on.
It worried you at times because you did not want osamu to think that the only reason why you befriended him in the first place was to get closer to atsumu. But as time passed you realized he knew your bond went beyond your silly (disgusting) crush on his twin.
âhow come youâve never told tsumu you liked him?â osamu asked you sitting on his bed âit never really mattered, he knows i like him, everybody does. and heâs never mentioned it to meâ you reply âfor what itâs worth i genuinely do not think he knowsâ osamu says âknows what?â atsumu asks barging in ânone âyer business get outâ osamu yells at his brother âwhat? I canât be third wheel for todayâ he says as osamu laughed. if only he knew⌠âno yer canât. plus iâve gotta go for a short while. wait for me here?â osamu asks turning to you âfuck no. why would i wait hours in your room bored as fuck when i can go home?â you replied back âiâll make dinner when i come backâ says your friend ââkay iâm soldâ you say sprawling on his bed âentertain her for me pleaseâ samu says to his brother before leaving
youâve seldom hung out with atsumu alone, which is part of the reason why your palms are a little sweatier than youâd like to admit. you reminded yourself you should not worry tho, he was just a silly boy after all.
âso what were you talking about earlier?â atsumu asks. man he really was not going to leave you alone âthe massive crush i have on someoneâ you reply nonchalantly. he knew of this crush already so why should you be ashamed âyou have a crush on someone????â he asks, it makes you get up in an instant. no way he was being serious âatsumu be for real right nowâ you say in disbelief. was this man THIS much oblivious? âyou like samu right? i thought you guys were dating so calling it a crush is super weird to meâ he replies looking at you dead in the eye. he was indeed this much oblivious.
âyouâre laughing a little too hard at me right now, itâs hurting my feelingsâ atsumu says, you could hear the pout in his voice. âiâm sorry itâs just unbelievable to me. me dating osamu???? never in a million years oh my godâ you say wiping a tear from your eye. âthen whoâs this mysterious crush? i want to be in on it tooâ he asks. you could tell him, you thought he knew already so telling him now wouldnât make much of a difference. plus if he were to reject you right now, youâd have osamuâs cooking to look forward to. âyou. i like you. itâs so obvious too, everybody knows about itâ you say not looking at him. bravery was not an adequate adjective to describe you âsamu knew?â he asked âyea, told him the first time i talked to him, wanted to get it out of the way so he knew i wasnât using him to get to youâ you reply laying back down on osamuâs bed, grabbing one of his pillows to place on your stomach âthis fucking bitchâ was all astumu muttered, making you look up to him confused. he was taking a real long time to answer your confession
âbefore you even befriended to osamu i kept talking to him about how i had this massive crush on you. when he started befriending you i was sooo mad and jealous and at one point i assumed you guys started dating because you got closer and youâd constantly be here and hang in his room with the door closed, also you guys would eat together and shit⌠heâd even cook for you! he never cooks for me when i ask him to only when heâs in the mood⌠so eventually i stopped mentioning my crush on you because you know itâd be disrespectful to like my brotherâs girlfriend. but now that i know that he knew you liked me this whole time and never said anything to me???? iâm gonna kill him.â he rambles
âyou like me too?â you asked surprised, fully seated up once again. âyea but thatâs not my concern right now. just wait until the bitch gets hom-â he says before getting cut off to the front door opening. you were half amazed at the timing and half baffled at how you guys liking each other was ânot his concern right nowâ.
âyou. come hereâ atsumu says yelling at osamu âwhyâs he mad?â your friend asks you. you didnât answer though, still busy trying to come up with the best way to shake some sense into atsumu. âyou knew this whole time. THIS WHOLE TIME. that she liked me and never said anything even though you knew i liked her back??? i even stopped mentioning her because i thought you were dating why would you not correct me on that??â atsumu says his hands gripping his hair out of frustration. âyou thought her and i were dating?⌠i guess a lot more things make sense nowâ osamu replies a hand on his chin. and before atsumu could even reply he received a kick right in his rib
âouch. why would you do thatâ atsumu says rubbing his side pouting at you â iâm sorry ânot your concern right nowâ??!!! iâm gonna make this your concern boyâ you say threateningly âwhy do you cook for her if youâre not dating?â atsumu asks âshe bribes me. a real gaslighter this oneâ he says moving to the kitchen to prep dinner. and as he sees you pounding on his brother to get him to pay attention to the milestone you guys seemed to have reached, he sighs knowing that his days will inevitably get worse as time progresses. maybe he shouldâve let atsumu think you guys were dating for a little longer. perhaps until he no longer shared the same house as his twin
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Yeonjun being your ceo hubby and you both got in a argument but had to go to a party so he spent the whole night talking with other people and you got bored so you went to go dance with a guy and Yeonjun pulled you back saying
"I know we aren't in good terms at the moment but if you think I'm gonna let you be touched by another man that isn't me the you are fucking crazy"
And either you tell him to fuck off and it turns into angry sex when you both get back or he drags you out the party and he drives to a empty car park and you both fuck in the backseat đ
UR INSANNEEEEEEEEEEEE. cw hes kinda mean and hypocritical ? idk also i got so carried away w this dont ask me why its 1k words i literally dk what happened,,,,
no bc i imagine it would be something sooooo petty, something that clearly needed to just be chatted about but the time just slips and suddenly your attitude is just through the roof while you have to converse at this stupid party with a bunch of snobs who you decide in the heat of your anger heâs just like (you know heâs not)
and every word yeonjun speaks just serves to piss you off more >:( that dumb smile on his face like he didnât upset you and then cater to everyone else with such ease. pretending like everythingâs okay, like how dare he ! đ
the final straw being that maybe he laughs a little too loud at one of his employees jokes, leaned a little too close in to hear them, allowed touches that linger too long to be friendly intentions; all while heâs almost completely ignored you all evening, when you were only here for him anywayâ all dolled up just for him to argue with you and then ignore you.
so you take your interest elsewhere, allowing whatever guest next hits you with a âno pretty little thing like you should be pouting like thatâ to be your entertainment.
it doesnât work as intended at first, your eyes consistently darting back and forth between this stranger and yeonjun, who seemingly doesnât pay you any mind. you deflate a little, chugging back the rest of the champagne in your glass.
and then, this stranger, who you have yet to gain the name of, tries to touch you. he starts with a click of his tongue, grinning as he tilts his head a little. âcome on, darling. donât look so sad. iâll keep you company⌠get you another drink?â and his hands begin a slide for your waist.
alas! heâs abruptly stopped by a grasp on his wrist, tight and practically a chokehold around the limb. you know those fingers anywhere.
âtheyâre fine. thanks.â yeonjun says, composed and completely nonchalant on the surface of his tone. but you can see his grip must hurt, can hear the dip of frustration in his voice.
and then youâre being lead by his hands, gentle loving touch ever not present, until the breeze of night air bites at your skin. you frown, and pull yourself free from his clutch, standing before him looking just as frustrated as he seems to feel.
âthe hell are you doing?â to which he scoffs a laugh, cold as the temperature that wisps at your face in bursts of wind.
âthe fuck are you doing?â
your brows furrow, anger settling under your skin again, your whole body tense. âwhat the fuckâs that supposed to mean?â
âwere you just going to let him lay his hands on you? you seemed real comfortable.â heâll tell you, tongue in cheek. itâs unbelievable, completely ironic that you feel maniacal.
âyou canât be fucking serious,â you smile despite yourself, âyou cannot be fucking serious, yeonjun.â
silence falls over you two for a moment, every ticking second he just looks more and more pissed. you stand there practically urging him on, disbelief written across your features in such clear displays. yet, heâs still quiet, and somehow it scares you just a little. but fuck, heâs such a hypocrite! youâre the bad guy when he had hands on himself all night with no protest? you are the one in trouble like he didnât ignore you all alone at his work party?
âletâs go.â
youâre broken from your reverie of rageful stomping thoughts, the build up of all the mean things you want to scream at him quickly fading. now a little thrown off by the calmness of his voice, tone void of any actual emotion, your mouth drops open a little despite nothing to say.
âhuh?â
âi said, weâre going.â
dumbfounded, you find yourself tugged along again, towards the car park where you think an awkward, tense ride home will await you. where you expect a pillow and spare blanket thrown haphazardly over the couch by the end of the night.
the last thing on your mental list to expect is being pushed up against the passenger side door, caged in with a finger under your chin, a hand on your hips. your eyes are frantic in search of explanation as you look up at your husband in shock.
his thumb moves to your lips, pressing into the soft flesh where you've already parted in a quiet gasp. yeonjun grins a little, eyes dark and full of mirth.
âyou've had an attitude all day, baby,' he'll say, 'you know well there's nobody else for me than you, hm? no matter how bratty you get with me.'
you gently bite as his finger in retort, 'still doesn't explain your sudden work wife, does it?'
his grin widens, a tad scary in terms of trying to provoke a more negative response. 'just like you throwing yourself at my coworker, yeah? bit desperate for attention, don't you think?'
you bristle, 'he was keeping me company while you whored yourself out, but okay.'
he doesn't falter like you want him to, but his hands tighten on you. he tilts his head.
'yeah? why don't you go back inside to him then? think he could fuck you right, sweetheart?'
oh.
you twitch a little, breath exhaled less confident than before, and he's quick to notice it with such a smug smile. you want to wipe it right off his face, but you fear everything you've built yourself up with tonight is quickly crumbling down.
'maybe he could.' but he can hear how unsure you sound, and he laughs. he's condescending you now. yeonjun hums, leaning closer.
'you don't sound so confident. what makes you think he could handle your attitude, anyway?'
you lack the words, the bite, falling so quiet as he stares at you intently. eyes trained on every tiny change your body language gives him. your eyes stare back, already glassy while your lips start to pout. but you snark once more.
'fuck you.'
it's a haze. because before you can even begin to think of saying anything further, he's got you in his backseat. you're bent over, his chest to your back, your attire completely dishevelled and underwear ripped down your legs, as he fucks into you so hard you know you'll feel it for days to come.
he pants hotly right into your ear, âyou can be mad at me all you want, baby, but nobody touches you except me, you understand that?â
you can only mewl in response, already too fucked out as the pleasure turns your brain into mush. however, heâs not satisfied with that, and with a grunt he reels his hand back to lay a loud slap on the fat of your ass.
âi asked you a question, i expect a fucking answer. or are you already too fucking stupid on my cock to talk?â
you sob, nodding your head frantically while you try to hold yourself up on trembling limbs. âyes, yes. i understandâ
his thrusts manage to grow rougher, and you fall forward until your face presses into the leather of the seats.
âso cute when you cry. you ready to apologise to me? hm? tell me youâre sorry for being such a brat to me.â
âmâsorry!â you cry, another spank this time landing on your thigh, âmâsorry, âjun. wonât happen again.â
he laughs as he throws his head back, hands on your hips to fuck you on his cock. heâs breathless but itâs so so hot.
âliar. iâve spoilt you too much. all you know now is how to get what you want. and this is what you wanted? for me to fuck some sense into you?â
you know itâs technically not true, he knows that too, but you start nodding frantically regardless. the haze of your pleasure renders you to his complete mercy.
âyes! iâm sorry. just need you. always need you.â
âyou have me, angel.â he grunts on a particularly harsh jolt of his hips, cock hitting a deeper angle as you cry out so loud you almost miss his words.
âyâalways have me. let me prove it to you? want me to knock you up? mâgonna make you a mommy.â
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4dbarbie interview: All about Desires
4dkelly notes: I had fun making this in an interview style Q&A between 4dbarbie and Vanessa. I thought "how would 4dbarbie answer anon questions if she were still here today?". Spoiler alert, it wouldn't be much different to the questions anons asked her lol. Most answers are just directly extracted from her posts/answered asks but some have been adapted a bit or rearranged to make it flow better. I have added some relevant posts for further reading. I may or may not make more of these. This was mainly just for fun (but then it really evolved into an educational piece lol). My highlight key: key concepts are in pink, action points in purple, really important points in red
Vanessa: I really like this guy and want to manifest him. đ˘ How do I do that?
4dbarbie: IMAGINE KNOWING ALL THIS AND STRESSING OVER A GUY?!?!? Unbelievable. Who's holding you at gun point to type this out to me??? đ§đ§đ§ I refuse to believe this is what this material is getting wasted on. I refuse to believe this is the understanding you guys have after I explained who you are in so many ways. Imagine liking someone who didn't text you back right after to tell you how amazing you are as well 𤎠what do you like about this nobody? You want to give me a heart attack? I tell you there is no one out there but you and instead of being free and loving yourself you... you give a crumb of your precious attention to this? I tell you you are life and you try to make life better through dates?
Vanessa: Okay but what about my other desires? I want them...
4dbarbie: Everything about Vanessa is meaningless. She has a life and if it's boring, who cares? Forget it. What do you need these stories for? Do you not understand they have reality because you give it to them? YOU! They have no standing on their own! The whole world is just your mere thought. The body exists because you are aware of it being! Only you have this power. Only you are. Why are you dreaming like this? Gosh, you break my heart. If Vanessa is hurting you why do you keep on choosing her?
Vanessa: Then what should I do? I still have things I desire despite knowing I cannot desire because I am not a person, ego, mind...
4dbarbie: You know it intellectually, but have you acted on it at all? You know yourself as Vanessa by acting like Vanessa, know yourself as your Self by acting like yourself. Desires and fears dissipate then. You have desires still because you never stopped thinking you're Vanessa. Investigate who Vanessa actually is :) Spoiler alert: it's a thought! Think something else and see what happens.
Vanessa: How long will this take? When will I see a change?
4dbarbie: Now. Who is doing the change in attitude, what are you waiting for to happen for you to change your attitude? It's instant. You see it, you realize you have no reason to worry/doubt/desire/fear anymore, let things happen as they happen while you're undisturbed and they dissolve.
Vanessa: Should I just keep assuming that I don't desire things anymore because I already have it while I'm denying and dismissing my senses? It feels like I'm just waiting and being delusional though
4dbarbie: Your world is right and perfect, what you see is what you are so even if you're seeing what 'you' don't want, the world is not wrong in being what it is. Fearing it, trying to manipulate it, lying to yourself about it being something different - all useless and vain attempts.
Not seeing the world as it is, is an aversion to it. - Lester Levenson
See it as it is and it will fix itself.
And no, being delusional is not good, it leads you not to trust your own judgment or senses. Which is not right, why shouldn't you? What is wrong with your vision? Being delusional from your ego self is really harmful, someone could be abusing you and you would go "i'm sure that's not right he loves me so much in my mind!!!"
You won't be able to get rid of the waiting feeling as long as you're identified with your ego, it can manipulate nothing. And if you weren't your ego -- everything would already be materialized, so there would be nothing to wait for.
Vanessa: Well since I Am and I give life to everything, when Vanessa desires something, I can just "give" her her desires, right?
4dbarbie: The desire that *I*... the desire is of Vanessa, the Self can have that and it's nothing to it. It's just another experience. Those things are in you, not you in them.
You don't have to give her anything... you don't have to fulfill anybody... I Am is already everything... you only don't see you are all and have the all because you won't stop thinking you're the ego. All you're doing all the time is creating lack & limitation, perfection already is. You just add unsatisfying labels constantly with your wrong thinking.
Let go of the thinking, it's instant. No need to fulfill anybody. 1 My tip is to realize your Self, have enough courage to face Vanessa's fears. See how unnecessary is to pay them any mind at all. Let go of thinking you are this little helpless thing already. After you realize yourself, any bold assertion does it. There's no time delay. 2
Vanessa: Now I feel defeated, do I just give up on everything then?
4dbarbie: Feeling defeat is actually good, it prompts you to let go :D You don't need to reach for what is already within you. Give up the idea that you have not found it and just let it come into the focus of direct perception, here and now, by letting go of all that is of the mind.
Abandon all sense of separation, see yourself in all and act accordingly - Nisargadatta Maharaj
You have it, all is well. Just stop believing the illusions born out of thinking you're a person.
Vanessa: So as Awareness, I have to stop desiring?
4dbarbie: If you know yourself to be Awareness, then you know yourself to be the all. There is nothing to desire, because you have no reason to create desire.
That's why it's necessary to realize all that is is awareness and the person comes second. If you think all that is is the person, then the chances of believing you're suddenly a different person are slim, and the persuasion and convincing are nothing but a form of self-instilled mental torture. 1 All you're doing is imagining/thinking you're an ego who has to strive for things, but it is "I AM" imagining itself to be so.
What is beyond is clear of all striving. The cause of suffering is in the identification of the perceiver with the perceived. - Nisargadatta Maharaj
When that identification ceases, so does desire. Then, if you want to express yourself as being a person, nothing is stopping you from doing so, only know yourself first. After that, no matter what you choose to experience the world as, you will know you are not it and it can't hurt you.
Vanessa: What do I do when a desire or fear comes to my mind then? It doesn't feel right to suppress them...
4dbarbie: I am not talking of suppression. Just refuse attention. Nisargadatta has a saying "When you happen to walk in a crowd, you do not fight every man you meet â you just find your way between." Neville has another "Indifference is the knife that severs, feeling is the tie that binds." When you refuse to play the game, you are out of it.
Vanessa: Then how do I stop feeling anxious about trying to change my life?
4dbarbie: You are not the one who is anxious or fearful, the ego is fearful. LOA was wrong about letting go because you can't let go of desires or fears if you don't know who you really are. If you think you are this ego you can't help being anxious. You can't help wanting to get. Real surrendering can only be of the ego. By letting go of who you think you are and seeing you were never it in the first place, that it is because YOU are, you naturally drop all desires and fears because they weren't yours. 1 Get into a habit of watching, letting them be but not identifying with them. If you can observe them, it means you are not them.
Abandon all imaginings and know yourself as you are. All craving is due to a sense of insufficiency. When you know that you lack nothing, that all there is, is you and yours, desire ceases. - Nisargadatta Maharaj
Vanessa: How do I stop feeling doubts then?
4dbarbie: You shut them down. There is no reason to argue with them, contemplate them, or give them any kind of attention at all. See them for what they are, an illusion of the mind. When you catch yourself being aware of something that's undesirable, just go 'What problem?' and know it to be perfect again. Always remember, the real you can't have doubts, only your ego can.
Vanessa: I feel like I'm not doing enough to realize my true Self. How can I be more productive on this journey?
4dbarbie: There's nothing to be productive about. What a silly concept. Don't add another burden or worry onto yourself. Right now you make yourself guilty over not seeking more and doing more to attain realization, but you already have it. You need not take time to meditate or put time aside to contemplate and "apply". All you need to do is detach from this form during the day, let life happen as it happens while reminding yourself it's a dream, a dream that doesn't have to be yours.
The guilt is because you think you're running out of time and you need to change "your" life now. Be patient with yourself because you don't lose any time, just get to that place I'm telling you about and then you can just go back in time if you so wish. All worry is pointless! And there is nothing to fear, things just happen, do not claim them as yours for a while. Unclutter your mind, it becomes your servant after you've freed it enough.
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"secret admirer" - dead poets society (part 3)
summary: y/n joins meeks and pitts for a study session
pairing:Â anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader
word count: 977
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Y/N approached the bespectacled boy before they could lose their nerve.
âHeyâMeeks, right?â
âYeah,â he stumbled a bit, surprised to be approached by his usually reserved classmate, âyouâre Y/N.â
Y/N chuckled, âthat I am.â
He signaled to the taller boy waiting for him by the doorâPitts, Y/N rememberedâbefore he gave them an easy smile, "what can I do for you?"
âYou tutor Latin, right? I could use a study partner that actually knows what they're doing,â a laugh, "if you have the time, of course.â
"Oh, sure," he glanced at his watch, âPitts and I are going to the library during common hour if you want to meet us there.â
Y/N touched Meekâs arm briefly, âthanks, Steven. You're a lifesaver.âÂ
The boy turned a shade of red that rivaled his hair and excused himself.
Relief bloomed in Y/Nâs chest as they released a breath they didnât realize they were holding. Their half-cocked plan was in motion.
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âSo much for âweâre just going to have to wait and find outâ huh?â Quinn mocked Y/N from their seat at the lunch table.
âWell I canât just let him be the only player in this whole thing,â Y/N shook the latest letter around, âif he wants to play a game, I want to be the one winning.â
âY/N, the man is infatuated with you. I wouldnât exactly call it a game.â
Y/N huffed as they shoved the letter back into their bag, âthese things are starting to get annoying.â
âOh, yeah,â Quinn rolled their eyes, âit must be such a burden to have Whitman reincarnate writing you love letters.â
âWhatever.â
âSo, what is your plan, exactly?â Quinn asked around a mouthful of pasta.
Y/N was suddenly bashful, âI honestly didnât think I would get this far.â
Quinn stared blankly back at Y/N.
âThis is the part where you tell me what to do, Quinnie.â
âTorture. Medieval style. Get your answers.â
âYouâre truly unbelievable,â Y/N ran a hand through their hair and stood from the table, âIâm going to be nice, and Iâm going to study latin. Roll with the punches.â
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Meeks was mildly surprised when Y/N actually showed up at the library. He was well aware that Y/N wasnât struggling with the subject matterâWelton made sure that its students knew who was at the top of the academic food chain. He was one of the rare lucky ones to be among them. He was curious why Y/N sought him out, but he knew better than to push the subject.
It took nearly all of common hour before Y/N started to feel at ease around the two boys. It seemed the feeling was mutual.
âSo, Y/N,â Pitts started, looking bored by his trig homework, âhave any hobbies?â
âA few,â Y/N muttered as they finished their last verb conjugation, âI like to read and write. I used to draw, but I barely have time to breathe outside of schoolwork.â
The boys shared a glance that Y/N couldnât quite decode.
âWelton isnât exactly a breeding ground for creativity,â Meeks sighed.
âThatâs an understatement,â Y/N scoffed, âWelton is where creativity comes to die.â
Another look between the boys.
âTouchĂŠ,â Meeks drawled, âsoâŚyouâre roommates with Quinn, right?â
Pitts grinned as a blush tinted Meeksâ cheeks.
Y/N raised their eyebrows, breaking into a cheeky smile, âyeah, I am.â
Meeks was suddenly very interested in the wall, the bookshelves, his textbookâanything other than Y/N, really.
âAre theyâŚseeing anybody?â
Pitts laughed, earning a scolding hush from the librarian.
âNo, theyâre not,â Y/N smiled, âIâll put in a good word for you, Meeks.â
Relief flooded the boyâs features and he was finally able to look at Y/N again, âthanks. Iââ
âLike you could pin down someone like Quinn.â
Charlie Dalton had a habit of showing up at the worst times.
âVery nice, Dalton,â Y/N closed their book and slid it into their bag, âthatâs my cue to leave.â
âOh, please. Iââ
âDonât let him get in your head, Meeks,â Y/N looked between their study partners, âsee you two around.â
Before Y/N could leave, Pitts called out, âweâre usually here during common hour,â he laughed and nudged Meeks with his elbow, âmaybe you could bring Quinn next time.â
Meekâs head turned to Y/N so fast they thought his neck would snap, âcould you?â
They grinned, âIâll see what I can do.â
Y/N could hear the three boyâs rushed whispers as the door closed behind them.
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âSo you donât think itâs either of them? Why?â
Y/N turned onto their side in bed, facing Quinn, who was doing the same.
âI donât know,â Y/N looked at their nails, âI could just tell they werenât interested like that.â
Quinn scoffed, âwell, weâve established that you arenât exactly aware when people are interested like that.â
âWell, they gave me a pretty open invitation to join them again,â Y/N smirked, âmaybe you could come and run interference.â
âYouâre not taking this seriously enough, Y/N.â
âWhatever,â Y/N flipped to face the wall, âgoodnight.â
Y/N couldnât fall asleep, though.
The issue with infatuation is that itâs nearly impossible to not let it consume you at all times. It burrows deep into the fibers of your very being and suddenly youâre fully engulfed by the idea of that person.
And thatâs all this was, reallyâan idea of a person. Y/N didnât know what their admirer looked like, how they acted, or even if their proclamations were truthful. Could reality meet the expectations being set by the letters? Y/N didnât want to admit it to themselves, but they were afraid to find out.
Y/N dreamed of a faceless poet that night.Â
Their heart ached in the morning.
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part four
#dead poets society#dead poets society x reader#dps boys#dps#dps fanfiction#todd anderson#neil perry#steven meeks#gerard pitts#charlie dalton#knox overstreet#todd anderson x reader#neil perry x reader#steven meeks x reader#gerard pitts x reader#charlie dalton x reader#knox overstreet x reader#dps x reader
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Stalker x Stalker
(Part 1/?)
KRUEGER X M! READER
Notes And Warnings:
- Stalker x Stalker trope
- Stalking on both sides
- Masturbation and jerking off
1.To people without their awareness
2.To a dirty piece of cloth
- Sexual innuendos and thoughts
- NSFW
- no proofreading
- made in a short span of time meaning probably an hour or shorter so this is probably not the best way to yknow..
- made short on purpose because I got lazy
- This is a work of fiction made because I was bored, This should not be followed or replicated or else I will kill myself (>o<)
-made this cuz I didn't write for a good while and I felt bad
You don't know how this even started, He wasn't even acknowledging you the first time you guys met.. Was it his eyes? His accent? Maybe he reminded you of someone.. Shit you didn't care, you stopped caring for a long time now. It's an obsession at this point, You are hidden in your closet. You made a small hole inside of it like a secret room.. Just so you can keep trinkets and everything about.. Him.
Nothing but heavy breathing fills your cramped secret hole.. You need more pictures of him, this is getting out of hand, you're so desperate to feel him in some kind of fucking way it's unbelievable you held back for so long. Smelling one of the missing boxers of his wasn't enough to even satisfy you anymore.
Krueger, Sebastian Josef Krueger.. You scan your wall of pictures.. Pictures of him sleeping, working out, talking, eating, bathing.. Jerking off.. Those pictures were when you got lucky enough to take them and by God do you masturbate to those every night. Wishing one day you'd finally able to make him yours.. You know everything about him, His likes, his dislikes, his family, relatives, who he dislikes, what he does every morning and every night..
And recently you've only just started breaking into his room just to touch him, his face, tracing your finger tips against his jaw line, pressing your thumb against his soft lips.. Fuck,the thought of it makes you so hard.
But right now, you have a mission you need to attend to and the only thing that can calm your nerves is Krueger. Since you couldn't find him anywhere, Your shrine is the best place. You softly press your lips against one of the pictures of Krueger. One day, You will have the balls to actually try and talk to Krueger. You walk out of the closet, leaving with a slightly less grouchy mood. Hopefully the mission would go off without a hitch.
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You're gone, The helicopter you got in with your other mates had just left and he watches intently and carefully to see that you actually did leave. Once he sees the heli leave the vicinity he wastes no time walking over to your room.. Not without precautions of course he made sure nobody saw him walk in there.
Fucking finally, Your room empty.. Everything in this room is just you, Your clothes, Your pictures, Your bed, your dirty laundry.
Krueger can't help but feel a short adrenaline rush come over him as makes his way to your desk which was right across from your bed.. He shuffles for a moment under the desk, pulling out a small camera.. He can't wait too watch this later, he doesn't care if you were doing nothing, reading a book, scrolling your phone, jerking off.. He didn't give a single shit he was gonna jerk off to whatever was recorded here anyway.
He pockets the camera, walking over to your bed and just.. Smelling, hugging everything.. You are so intoxicating. How could you do this to him? He knew it was wrong but he was in love, more than in love. Why else was he doing this? He loved everything about you.
Even if this obsession started over nothing special he didn't give a damn, what happened, happened and he's in love with you.
He stands up and grabs one of your dirty briefs from the hamper, making his way back to the bed laying back down and slowly lifting your brief to his nose. Krueger flinches his body getting hot just by the smell of you, He could just.. He shuts his eyes keeping your boxers to his nose.. His other hand shuffling to unbuckle his belt. His hard cock almost immediately throbbing out when he pulls his pants and boxers down.
He rips his gloves out of his hand with his teeth, slow breaths. His mind drifting off to you, naked on your bed.. Your cock out and lonely, desperate for his touch. Bothof you just whining and grunting out his name as you rubs your cocks together, moaning in each other's mouth, your tongues fighting against each other..
He didn't even notice he already came, his cum staining his uniform and on your bedsheets.. Goddamit, He promised himself he was supposed to make sure to not cum on your bed this time. He takes a breath, pocketing your brief as well as he gets up, zipping his pants up.. He should clean this.
Next time he'll be careful, It's only a miracle he doesn't get caught in your room while your sleeping, jerking off to your sleeping figure.
#gay#call of duty x male reader#call of duty modern warfare x male reader#cod mw2 x male reader#cod x male reader#cod x reader#x male reader#krueger x male reader#sebastian krueger#cod krueger#krueger x reader#part 1/?
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Could you elaborate on why you want season 8 Sam to die? It's been years since I watched that season ahah. I don't doubt that he deserves to, but I cannot remember why.
He saw Kevin be kidnapped and abandoned him to a life of torture without so much as telling his mother or another hunter or even the angels who would have had a stake in saving him.
His flashbacks are unbelievably awkward and boring. I'm supposed to care about the trash disposal he fixed while Dean is doing sexually charged battle scenes with Cas and Benny in Purgatory.
He gets together with a woman who accuses him of hitting a dog on purpose and implies that he's a white supremacist.
He tells Amelia he wants to fight for their relationship, but as soon as her ex husband suggests they should let her choose between them, he leaves her in the middle of the night, then after she's moved on, he comes back just to be a homewrecker.
He keeps saying he's going to leave the life as soon as the business with Kevin and the tablet is concluded and Dean needs to "let him go" (???) but also doesn't want Dean to have any friends besides him and demands Dean cut ties with Benny or else (while Dean is telling Sam to go back to Amelia if that's what he wants).
The entirety of "Citizen Fang", from sending a hunter he knows is mentally unstable to "keep an eye" on Benny to going along with Martin beating Dean over the head and chaining him to a radiator to keep him from interfering with the Benny witch hunt to pretending afterward like HE was the victim because Dean sent him a fake text from his ex to prevent Sam from MURDERING SOMEONE. To taking zero accountability for Martin or Elizabeth.
Dean tells Sam that he is suicidal and Sam insists on doing The Trials based on Dean's suicidality and says that he will survive The Trials and renew Dean's hope in living, then within two episodes he pretends that conversation never happened and basically tries to gaslight Dean for the rest of the season into thinking it didn't happen while also getting furious at Dean whenever he gets the slightest feeling that maybe Dean doesn't believe in him.
When Sam is sick, Dean takes care of him, bringing him food, getting his fever down, etc, and is treated like this makes him a piece of shit who doesn't "trust" Sam enough (????). Sam repeatedly projects feelings onto Dean that Dean doesn't even have and ridicules him for thought crimes.
While being furious that maybe Dean doesn't trust Sam more generally to have his back, Sam ignores that he has done everything possible to destroy Dean's trust, from abandoning him, Cas, and Kevin to die and presenting a deeply unfeeling exterior about it, to promising to survive The Trials then almost immediately telling Dean he's going to die and to get over it. He acts entitled to Dean's trust and on top of it, the expectations are one-sided. He is allowed to distrust Dean all day every day but Dean isn't allowed to distrust him ever.
All of this culminates in Sam "confronting" Dean for trusting other people besides Sam, having friends besides Sam who showed more loyalty and care to Dean than Sam has, and telling Dean he's jealous of his other relationships and all but flat out blaming him for the fact that Sam now wants to commit suicide.
In the aftermath he gets mad that Dean convinced him not to commit suicide by telling Sam that he loves him and it's all okay and he's there for him when Sam was literally blaming Dean for his impending suicide. He claims Dean "made him" make the wrong choice because he is incapable of ever taking accountability for anything.
Basically it's the worst things Sam's ever done dialed up to 11 and it doesn't stop the whole season and he is so thoroughly miserable to watch that he's almost unrecognizable to the point I joke about him being a podperson. Also see: #season 8 sam.
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Aonung x Omaticaya! Reader
Summary: Aonung doesn't understand why you won't pay him any attention
Warnings: Aonung, reader's kind of mean if you squint, favouritism towards Rotxo (not a warning more of a given), mention of Aonung getting threatened and punched, reader being violent, Aonung being delusional and irrational and entitled, Aonung getting the fuck bit out of him, hes in the wars today, penis in hole sex
"Forest brat!"
You groan internally, gritting your teeth, not looking up from the top you're making for yourself. Aonung. Probably coming to harass your sibling again, like he didn't learn his lesson the first time.
The memory of his stunned face after you punched him square in the nose warms your heart.
He should've known better. Right from the get-go, you made it clear you weren't going to tolerate any shit from him.
And yet here he was, somewhere behind you, calling you forest brat like you hadn't threatened to carve your name into his chest so his family would know who killed him.
"That's not my name, fish boy," you reply serenely, not turning around, threading another pearl onto your top. "What are you doing here, anyway? Did your daddy make you come apologise for being a jerk?"
"Maybe I'd actually apologise if you weren't so mean to me," Aonung pointed out, sitting down beside you with a bump and stretching out in the sand like he owned the place. Well... you guessed he kind of did. Or his parents did, anyway.
"Oh, I'm sorry," you drawled sarcastically, keeping your eyes on your work. "Maybe I wouldn't be mean to you if you hadn't bullied my siblings and I from the day we set foot on this stupid reef."
"I don't bully you," he countered.
"Because you're scared of me."
"No, I am not!"
"Aren't you?" you asked, glancing at him, mouth curving into a sharp smile.
"Shut up," he huffed, rolling onto his back and covering his face.
A few minutes passed, the only sound being the clink of the pearls against each other as your top formed slowly under your patient hands and the sigh of the sea.
"What's that?" Aonung began, right as you said, "So why are you here?"
You stared at each other for a moment before you rolled your eyes. "I'll go first. Why are you here if not to apologise, Aonung?"
"Bored."
"Oh, I didn't realise my only purpose in life was to entertain you."
"Would it kill you to be nicer to me?" he whined. "You're nice to Rotxo."
"Rotxo doesn't harass my siblings because they don't look like he thinks they should."
Aonung gives you a look, and you relent with a sigh, recalling how Rotxo had been the first to point out your tails. "Well, he realised the error of his ways, anyhow. You haven't." You poked his forehead for good measure.
He caught your hand in his, looking up at you with something of a smirk, like he enjoyed getting under your skin. "If I did realise the error of my ways?..."
You ignore how warmth sparks in your chest at his touch. "I still wouldn't give you the time of day. You're not appealing to me as a person, regardless of whether you're a bully or not," you reply calmly.
He groans and lets his head flop back on the sand, letting go of your hand. "You're killing me, forest brat."
"One can only hope. And why are you so desperate to be around me, anyway?"
"I'm not. I said I was bored, and you never pay me any attention."
"Oh," you grin, glancing down at him, poking him in the ribs. "You're jealous of Rotxo."
"Not just him," Aonung corrected but didn't deny it.
A flush began in your cheeks at how shamelessly open he was with you. You knew your siblings thought Aonung was whipped for you and that was the only reason he'd stopped bullying them, though you still thought he would at the drop of a hat, and even Rotxo and Tsireya had implied Aonung had a thing for you.
And here he was, lying in the sand close to you, whining that you didn't pay him enough attention. Unbelievable.
"You're so incredibly entitled, Aonung," you said severely. "Where do you get the nerve to even talk to me?"
Aonung's mouth curved into a lopsided grin. "Comes naturally."
You rolled your eyes. "So why is my attention so valuable to you?"
Aonung shifted, looking deliberately anywhere but at you. "I said it's not. I'm just bored."
"Can't you bother Rotxo or any of your dumb friends?"
"I wanna be here with you."
You blinked at the bold statement, staring at his face for any signs of insincerity. "What an odd thing to say," you managed finally, your heart rate picking up the longer you gazed at him.
"Is it?" he hummed, rolling onto his side, resting his chin in his hand as he looked up at you, ears angled forward playfully. Then his eyes strayed to the half-made top in your lap. "That's pretty. You'll have to model it for me when you're finished," he said lazily, touching it lightly with his fingertips.
You sucked in a breath, turning your flushed face away as his fingertips grazed your thigh. Accidentally, surely. "Not fucking likely. I still hate your guts."
"Yeah?" he mused, eyes focused on the top. "I like that."
"Great Mother," you cursed, pushing his head away. "Quit acting like that."
"Like what?" he said, looking rather pleased with himself, tail wagging a little across the sand behind him.
"Like you're drunk," you scoff at him, rolling yourself away. Trying to, at least.
He's fast for someone who's been acting drunk for the past few minutes. He rolls with you and then he's on top of you, pressing you back into the sand, forearms either side of your head and knee nudging between your thighs. "I'm stone cold sober," he chuckled in your face, eyes flashing, fangs curving over his bottom lip as he smiled.
For once, you have nothing to say, staring up at him, chest heaving and slick pooling between your thighs even as you try to ignore it.
"You look good beneath me," he commented, gazing down at you. "Should be like this more often."
"Aonung," you breathe, hating how wobbly and desperate your voice sounds. "What are you-"
"This," he cut you off. "This is what I'm doing." His mouth presses against yours, tongue sliding between your lips- lips that are slack with surprise, though not entirely opposed to your current situation, given the heat building in your stomach.
You moan, arms sliding around his neck, arching into him as he licks into your mouth, practically devouring you like a starving man. "So fuckin' beautiful," he sighed, nipping at your bottom lip playfully.
"Shut up," you hissed bashfully, turning your face away.
"Oh, yeah, now you're getting defensive?" he teased, pressing his knee against your loincloth. "Think I can't feel how wet you are for me? Soaking right through your loincloth just from a little kissing." He laughed a little then pressed a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, looking at you with an expression that makes your stomach twist. "Still hate me now?"
"Decidedly," you sigh, pressing up against him as he slides an arm around the back of your shoulders, holding you against him as he begins to lay wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck.
"Oh, yeah, I believe that," he murmured, grazing his fangs along your collarbone as you whined. "Come on, beautiful, give it a rest."
"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"You not fighting me every step of the way and letting me fuck you like we both want?" he grunted, shifting himself to pull off your loincloth and his. "I think that'd be great."
"Tough-" you began, then choked on air as his stiff cock nudged at your hole, making your hips buck up into him.
He hissed at the contact, pressing his face to your neck and holding himself still for a painfully long moment, both of you shivering.
You couldn't believe this.
You were mere seconds away from getting absolutely rawed on the beach by the Metkayina prince. Out in the open, where anyone could see. And you didn't even care, which was probably the worst part. Or maybe the worst part was that you wanted him so fucking bad, even if he was a bully and a dick and a great big whiny baby to boot.
Then he pulled back a little, looking at you intently, tracing your face with his fingers in a gesture that was so tender it hurt. "You want this?" he breathed.
"Yes," you replied raggedly, and slowly, painfully slowly, he slid into you, one hand tracing down the back of your leg to hook it over his hip, allowing him to reach a depth inside you that made you see stars.
You whined, throwing away your dignity in favour of pleasure.
"Fuck," he grunted against your jaw, rubbing his cheek against yours- scenting you, you realised, and the realisation that he was fucking claiming you made you lock your leg tighter around him without thinking, arching into him impossibly, trying to bury him so deep inside you he wouldn't be able to pull out. "Fuck, you're so good, so tight, fuck-"
"Aonung," you whimpered, ignoring how pathetic that sounded as your nails gouged red lines into the backs of his shoulders.
"You markin' me up?" he huffed, pulling back slowly before beginning to thrust, long, slow, deep strokes that punched the air from your lungs and reached every sweet spot inside you and then some. "Want everyone to know, huh?"
"Shut up," you whined, throwing your head back.
"Shut me up," was his only response before he took matters into his own hands and kissed you again, slower this time, gentler. "Great Mother, you're so good, gonna make me come already-"
He took his time, despite your best efforts to get him to fuck you harder, fucking into you slow and sweet, bringing you towards an orgasm as slowly as he could, kissing along your shoulders and collarbones, holding you so tight your body was practically molded to his.
"Ao- Aonung-" you choked, clutching at him as the familiar sensation approached. "I'm go- I'm gonna come, fuck-" Your legs locked around his hips, making it near impossible for him to thrust, but he managed.
"Yeah, me too, beautiful, I got you-" he gasped against your throat, hips stuttering against yours, cock pulsing inside of you almost painfully.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned shrilly, fangs glancing at his shoulder before you sunk them in properly, vision whiting out as you came the hardest you've ever come in your fucking life.
"Oh, fuck," Aonung whimpered, thrusting one last time and burying himself as deep inside you as he could, head falling limp against yours as you clenched around him, his seed coating your walls in pulses.
You both remained in that position for a long while, until your post-sex-hazy brain cleared enough to register the taste of blood on your tongue, and the warm blood trickling down your chin.
You immediately released him, jerking your head backwards, body stiffening in fright. "Shit, Ao-"
Aonung just whined at the loss and the way you clenched around him anew, still entirely lost in pleasure. "Quit moving, I can't come again, I'll die," he groaned against you.
"No, idiot," you said, touching his shoulder tentatively. He hissed as your fingers came into contact with the savage bite, ears flattening. "Your shoulder."
Aonung, grizzling and whining like a little kid, twisted his head to try and see. "'S hot," he concluded, shrugging and trying to kiss you, the movement making his cock twitch inside you again.
"It could get infected!" you insisted, holding back a moan.
"Oh, shut up about it and let me hold what's mine" he grunted, shifting backwards, slipping out of you, then flopping down on the sand on his back and pulling you down with him, tucking you into his side.
"Oh, I'm yours now?" you said, immediately distracted, trying not to smile like an idiot.
He squinted at you. "You reek of me and currently have my come so deep inside of you it's practically in your guts. Yeah, I think you're mine."
"Fuck, you're vulgar," you sighed, curling into him and resting your head on his chest.
"You'll live."
This was not meant to be a smut like at all @wjehfshs heres more dumb himbo Aonung I hope it's ok đ
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