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theloveinc · 1 year ago
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tw: prostitution probs
OMG I know your shinsou drabble about him faking being your pimp for an undercover mission was like a little long ago, but it changed my atoms molecular structure
Like maybe you both are discussing what you've discovered that night on the couch you're sharing with the criminal and you hear somebody coming and than you gotta act like you're having... YKNOW??? 😫
Like maybe you noticed it first so then you like throw yourself on top of shinsou, fake moaning that sounds real, bouncing a little on top of him so the couch creeks a little to really sell it and it takes a little for shinsou to catch on but he's a mess because you sound real 😣😣😣
And from the criminal's POV, it's dark so he can't see your clothes that are on and is like well don't like me interrupt you before he heads back to whatever he came from 🤭
(link to ref. post here!)
SFAJKSDHJKAFDSHK it only takes him about five seconds to get the gist of the scene but... those five seconds change his entire perspective on the both of you, don't you think??
Because I think for the first few moments when he thinks it's real... he forms an entire confession in his head that's ready to spill from his lips just as fast, going hot where your hands splay on his chest, his cock jumping in his jeans when he tries to say your name. Even the hands he immediately puts on your hips to help guide you are genuine, not just to make the whole thing look... less pretend.
But then your eyes are shooting back down to his face and they're not filled with love or lust, they're filled with panic in waiting for him to play along....... and the whole moment he was able to build up comes crashing down, forcing him to realize exactly how he feels about you and....... how doomed your situation is, if you're gonna have to physically, now, keep up the charade rather than just label it.
(Especially because he's supposed to be the one in charge, the pimp, and it kinda makes him want to vomit thinking about treating you like something he owns, and yet he still has to pull himself together enough so that the criminal doesn't get suspicious if he actually acts like he loves you..............)
Then they're gone and you're all relieved (still sitting on his crotch) and now he has an entirely NEW problem that has to be faced (gasp, his feelings!!), and that's aside from the chub he's praying to god you can't feel.
Good. Grief.
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chronicowboy · 7 months ago
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must feel nice to abandon buddie for a fucking plot device that isn't gonna be around for long. i can't with buddie fans, where's the f'n loyalty to the story and relationship being told for 6 seasons. It's disgusting how quick you all are to throw them in the trash and for what!? The dude from season two, are you fucking kidding me?
oh anon ive been waiting for you. you're so fucking funny, i'm giggling away over here oh my god.
first of all, what about any of my recent posts makes you think i've abandoned buddie??? just a couple of examples LOL:
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second of all, i'm incredibly loyal to the story and buddie, to quote the wonderful ash call me crazy but i love to watch the story unfold. sorry i don't want buddie just getting together immediately in the most boring "hey i think im gay and in love with you" "hey i think im gay and in love with you!!!" way, sorry if i like a little drama, a little conflict, a couple of twists and turns. actually not sorry. only sorry you don't know how to enjoy shit anon it must be a very sad little life you lead!!
third of all, that dude from season two is about to help buck figure out his sexuality and is also himself a great example of a complex queer character on a prime time tv show. we've got barely anything of him but his character is so rich. his growth from his bigoted attitudes in season 2 to this man who is willing to put everything on the line for the 118, who had to face homophobia in his workplace as a queer man and obviously his own internalised homophobia, and has come out of it so confident and ready to help facilitate someone else's realisation and treat them so well.
sorry i'm just a better buddie fan than you 🤷‍♀️
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paarksunghoon · 15 days ago
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hai deep honey anon is back!!! today i have hard thoughts 4 u 😇😇 been thinking a lot abt sunghoon n fingering tee bee eich.. like his long, slender fingers fucking into u n hitting that spot deep inside, and when he curls them up u quite literally see stars not to mention all the while he's whispering dirty shit in ur ear like "yeah? my dirty girl likes that? like it when my thumb rubs your swollen little clit while i fuck you with my fingers? they're so much longer and thicker than yours, aren't they baby?" hngnnfjfkdkejsks need him so bad ok bye im done for now but i Will be back 🤓☝🏻 toodles!
love how different this request is from the deep honey spin off 😭
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Sunghoon wonders if any of your friends know just how filthy you are.
You present yourself as this confident, independent person whose heart is bigger than anything known to man. Your friends love you almost as much as Sunghoon does because you’re somebody they can always count on.
Behind closed doors, though, you relinquish your control.
Your boyfriend loves how malleable you are when nobody else is looking. That strong person he knows you to be is tucked away when he has his hands on you and your resolve crumbles with him. He loves the way you trust him to care for you like this. It’s almost like you love him, or something.
Still, Sunghoon wonders if your friends know just how often you spread your legs for him and how wet you always are. He could touch your thigh and you’re gushing like nobody’s business. Even so, Sunghoon wonders if your friends know how much you love getting stuffed with his fingers.
He’s got you in front of his chest while he props himself up by the bed frame. Sunghoon spreads his legs wide and perches your ankles on the outside to open your body up to him. He’s got his left arm holding your chest until your tits are squished against him while the fingers of his free hand push themselves in and out of you.
Your body coils every time he breathes in your ear. Sunghoon’s lips graze the soft skin and he kisses you every now and then as if to tease you, loving the way your body reacts to him. You try to buck your hips and thrust into the air but his strong hold keeps you trapped between him.
“You always get so wet,” Sunghoon moans in your ear. Your spongy walls feel like heaven to him. “You’re such a slut, baby. Can’t believe you’re letting me touch you like this. What happened to you, hm?”
You clench around his fingers and drop your mouth open as you moan. Sunghoon chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth, pushing his digits deeper inside of you. “You love my fingers, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” you stutter.
“My girl is so dirty…Yeahh. You like it when I rub your little clit too?” His thumb makes direct contact to your aroused bud and he laughs wickedly against your body when you arch your chest towards the ceiling. “Pussy’s so hot and cute. Do you think Heeseung knows how wet your pussy gets?”
“Sunghoon.”
“Do you think Jake knows how easy you are? I come home and you open your legs for me. I don’t even have to ask. Does Jay know how often you touch yourself? Do our friends know how many times I’ve made you cum since we started dating?”
Sunghoon’s finger curls up inside you and he encourages just low lengthy your moans are. He kisses the side of your neck and nips at your skin with his sharp teeth, adding to the pleasurable feeling that blooms in your chest.
“Make me cum,” you beg.
“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you.”
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ilwonuu · 8 months ago
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Really enjoyed your recent Jaehyun fic! Can I please request shower sex with Jaehyun + maybe a few more rounds after?
anon..i love this idea. i know im gonna have so much fun writing this. thank you for your request!!! <3
₊˚ෆ let me have you ₊˚ෆ
↬ jeong jaehyun
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𓍯 pairing- nonidolbf!jaehyun x fem reader, established relationship, sweetdom!jaehyun x sub reader
𓍯 warnings- shower sex, unprotected sex(u alr know), multiple rounds, riding, lazy sex, dirty talk( jaehyun skhskwhsbsbwvam), multiple creampies, pet names (reader is called baby), needy reader & jaehyun, kissing, they are too horny bye, lmk what else
𓍯 a/n- im so sorry this is literally so late… I HOPE YOH LIKE (i was feral when i wrote this so im sorry if it is crazy idek.. lmk what u think)
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you and jaehyun have been running around all day non stop. finishing errands you needed to get done. finally getting home around 7pm. both of you exhausted wanting to get into bed quickly.
of course jaehyun suggested you two shower together. so that’s exactly what you were doing. his hands were quick to start roaming your body.
“you look so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as his hand rubs against your thigh. “jaehyun please.” a smirk against his lips as he kisses against your neck.
“tell me what you want baby.” his hand parting your legs as you grips your hip with his other hand. “touch me. i need you.”
his kisses against your neck are now sloppy as you feel his thumb against your clit as he pushes two fingers inside you.
“oh- jaehyun please more.” his smirk hasn’t left his lips. “you feeling greedy baby? want my dick already?” his fingers speeding up as he watches your eyes fall shut at the feeling.
“don’t you want to cum baby?” he teases as he slows his fingers. “i w-want to cum with you- fuck please.” he smiles pulling you into a kiss.
pulling his fingers out of you but not stopping his thumb against your clit. his other hand grabbing his dick. stopping his thumb to wrap your leg around his waist.
“look at me.” he says grabbing your face to keep eye contact with him. his dick slowly pushing inside of you.
“yeah- fuck baby. you’re so good for me.” your moans and whimpers already flowing out of you as he starts to rock his hips into you. the warm water against your bodies making your mind hazy.
his mouth is sucking your neck. he leaves nips against your shoulder, receiving a loud moan from you. the pace of his hips making you squirm. he grabs ahold of your hair making you kiss him.
your hips rolling to meet his thrusts. “yeah baby you like that? you’re so fucking wet.” he says with a small laugh, disbelief as he watches your eyes start to roll back. “my pretty girl gonna cum?” his voice almost making you cum.
“jaehyun p-please.” he grabs your neck with his free hand, gently pulling you into a kiss. “want my cum baby? tell me.” his tone shifting as you look at his eyes.
his dark eyes piercing you with lust as he grabs you hip to rock with his thrusts. “please cum in m-me oh fuck. i’m coming!” his mouth against your nipple sending you over the edge as you clench around him.
“yeah- fuck you take it so well baby.” you coming undone all over his dick. his hips stuttering shortly after. he comes so deep inside you, painting your walls as his hips sloppily milk his cum in you.
“you’re gonna be the death of me fuck y/n.” his hips slowing down as he pulls you into another kiss. “want to ride you so bad jae-“ he’s pulling his dick out of you slowly with a smile.
“anything you want baby.” he smiles as you two finally finishing washing your bodies. not like its gonna matter that you showered. he’s guiding you out the shower as he dries the two of you off. “come here baby.”
he says as he sits back against your headboard. you climbing onto his lap as quick as you could. “such a needy girl. come on baby you gonna let me have you? want you to be mine only. show me.”
his dirty talk going straight to your pussy as you line up his dick with your entrance. his hands immediately going to your hips as you kiss him softly. you rubbing against him painfully slow for the both of you.
“fuck baby don’t t-tease fuuck.” you stopping his thoughts as you lower yourself onto him. “feel so good jaehyun.” your eyes rolling back as you start to move your hips, jaehyun’s hands on your hips guiding you.
“just like that- fuck baby you’re so perfect for me.” both of your moans filling the room. “jaehyun- so deep- i can’t!” he shakes his head.
“take it baby shit- you gonna cum pretty?” one of his hands neglecting your hip to fondle your breast.
“want you to cum for me. make a pretty mess. can you do that for me?” his hips now fucking up to meet your movements.
“fuck you don’t know how hard it was for me not to fuck you in the car. you would’ve liked that huh? the possibility of someone seeing me fuck you so good. s-shit.”
you’re clenching around him as your hips stop their movements. his hips now fucking up into you as he hits the spot you need. you moaning out almost coming then.
“right there baby? you look so fucking pretty.” his words making you cum instantly. “f-fuck you’re so tight.” he lets out a deep groan as his load fills you. you fall against his chest as you try to catch your breath.
“you okay baby? you think i can get another round out of you?” you nod mindlessly as he lifts you off of his lap.
“you’re doing the work, my legs are burning.” he just laughs as he positions himself the lay behind you. he opens your legs, you feel his dick rub your slit teasingly.
“jaehyun- don’t tease please.” he leaves a few kisses against your neck. “you’re so impatient baby.” he laughs as he pushes his dick inside you. the third time you’re feeling this stretch. you’re not complaining though.
“fuck me jaehyun oh-“ his hips rolling into you slowly as he releases low grunts and groans into your ear. “you are fucking m-made for me baby.” his words making your arousal practically flow out of you.
“you’re so wet- im sliding right in baby.” you are so far gone now. his dick hitting the perfect spot over and over. his dirty talk and moans are intoxicating. you are so far gone you didn’t even get to warn as you came all over his dick.
“fuck- im coming. so fucking messy baby.” his dick twitches inside you as load fills you again. you moaning at the feeling of him fucking you through your highs.
“take it all- fuck you’re so perfect baby.” he pulls your face back slightly to kiss your lips. pulling out of you slowly him getting up to grab a rag to clean you. him coming back with the rag. cleaning you softly as he plants kisses around your body.
“you’re so pretty.” you blush smiling at him. he smiles pulling you into another kiss before finishing cleaning you up. climbing next to you to pull you into his arms.
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squinch-depraved · 1 month ago
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hiii friends i'm back here's around 7k words (i think??) for y'all this one goes out to my homie 🐏 anon i love u 🐏 anon
CW: dubcon/cnc, bdsm, facefucking, breeding kink
looking out of the hotel window made you no less uneasy. you sat there for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, staring out at the city. japan was beautiful, just like your boss had said it would be, but you were far from home, and he had whisked you away on this trip so suddenly that you didn’t have time to pack much. you were unusually tired, having only been taken on trips by schlatt in the u.s., so the massive time difference and, to be honest, this extra workload he was expecting you to shoulder, were leaving you stressed and irritable.
you snapped when someone knocked on the solid hotel door, yelling at them to “shut the fuck up!” when they continued knocking impatiently while you made your way to open it. your face flushed a deep red when you saw schlatt standing there, holding a suitcase.
“that’s a dangerous thing to be yelling at someone you don’t know in a foreign country,” he teased. “what if i was, like the cleaning lady, or something?”
“yeah, well… you’re not,” you replied, rubbing your eyes. “what d’you need?”
he holds out the suitcase. “brought you stuff. not much, just some basics. i’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”
you raised a brow at his words. “why take me shopping?”
he didn't speak until you took the suitcase from him. “’cause i feel bad for not letting you pack your shit.”
you nodded and gestured for him to come in. “can you help? i can't figure out how to close the blinds.”
he hesitated before following you in, letting the door fall shut behind him as he walked further into the lavish room he had booked for you. it was more expensive than the rooms the rest of the staff he brought with him got, but you didn't need to know that.
watching as you gestured broadly at the giant window, he chuckled and pulled a remote off the wall. he showed you which buttons to press to make a large shade come down from the ceiling and tried not to mock you when you huffed, annoyed. it was darker in the room now, the lights of the city no longer helping the dim lights on the walls to illuminate your room. you flicked on the lamps on either side of your bed and turned to face your employer once more.
“thanks,” you said, able to see his face more easily. he nodded as if he was unsure of what to say and started heading towards the door.
“i’ll be by to pick you up at 9,” he spoke. “we’ll get you some stuff and, uh… yeah, it’ll be. it’ll be fun.” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself, and you smiled softly at how sweet he sounded before catching a glimpse of the current time from the alarm clock on your nightstand. it was already almost 2 in the morning, and that gave you five, maybe six hours to sleep, and then you had to wake up and get ready. luckily you had forgotten all your stuff and had nothing to actually take forever getting ready with.
“bye, schlatt,” you called as he waved his hand and shut the heavy door behind him. once he was gone, you flopped face first onto the bed and screamed, trying your best to ignore whatever feelings were bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. after letting out your frustrations into a pillow, you stood up to unpack the mysterious suitcase.
unzipping it revealed a few t-shirts in various sizes, all old schlatt merch, a pair of luxury sweatpants that you didn’t even want to attempt to guess the price of, a few pairs of the softest socks you had ever felt, a toothbrush and toothpaste, some deodorant, shower supplies, a hairbrush and enough hair ties to last you a year, and a pair of slippers. a hoodie that you were sure was schlatt’s, due to its massive size and it smelling of him, was laid neatly on the bottom, as if whoever packed this was trying to hide it. you picked it up and brought it to your face, inhaling deeply and moaning into it softly. a small, pink, tissue wrapped package fell out of the hoodie when you unfolded it to slip it on.
puzzled, you set the hoodie down and carefully grabbed the parcel, undoing the delicate sticker keeping it sealed. when you fully unwrapped it, you were faced with several different pairs of lacy black panties, a few pairs of each different style so you could wear whatever you found comfortable. your stomach flipped at the thought of your boss carefully picking out all these pairs for you, and the notion of him picturing all of these on you while he shopped was something you would go over and over in your mind forever. but you pushed the thoughts away when you remembered he probably had people do this for him. he was a busy man, you doubted he’d care enough about this to put it all together himself. you had already forgotten that he was the one to bring you the luggage, let alone him bringing it to you in the middle of the night.
you set to work unpacking your new stuff, placing your toiletries in the bathroom and stripping yourself of your dirty clothes that you had been in for far too long. once you were naked, you took a relaxing shower with the supplies schlatt had given you, dressing yourself in just a pair of panties and his hoodie when you were clean and dry. you didn’t remember crawling into bed and falling asleep, but you swore you never slept as good as you did that night.
schlatt knocked on your door for minutes, giving you what he thought was ample time to answer. once he pressed his ear to the door and heard your alarm still going off, though, he cursed under his breath and dug into his wallet for a key.
he vowed he wouldn’t use it. he only had it in case of an emergency, he told himself. he knew he was already pushing his luck with everything he had planned for you this trip, sneaking into your room might be too much. but he couldn’t stop himself, he needed to get you up and going for the day so the whole trip wouldn’t be too off schedule.
the sight he saw when he walked in left him breathless. you were spread out in the middle of the bed, his hoodie riding up on your stomach and exposing your bare tummy, lacy black panties hugging your hips perfectly. you were knocked out, evident by the alarm blaring next to you for who knows how long.
he sighed deeply and shook your arm until you woke up in a panic, kicking violently at the presumed threat until you realized it was just him. you babbled something incoherently until you looked at the clock and your face dropped; you sprung up to get dressed, apologizing profusely.
“i’m so sorry, schlatt!” you called through the closed bathroom door. he just sat on the bed, scrolling on his phone, until you came out. dressed in his hoodie still and the expensive sweatpants, you grabbed your essentials and nodded curtly. “i’m ready. let’s go,” you stated.
“wow, and only 30 minutes behind schedule,” he teased. you glared at him and he stood up, leading you out of the room, out of the hotel, and into the shopping districts.
being out in the city with him was actually really nice; you originally thought he was going to bring more staff along, but it appeared it was just the two of you for the day. you tried not to think about how, to people watching, it might look like the two of you were together. it was hard not to ruminate on it over and over in your mind, how, if the situation were just slightly different, maybe it could’ve been a date. the thought left a bitter taste in your mouth.
he stopped once the two of you reached a wide street lined with tall buildings, each a different, massive store. looking around and inspecting their signage didn’t help, you didn’t know what any of them sold.
“pick one,” he said simply.
you looked up at him, confused. “i don’t know what the fuck any of these are,” you whispered rather loudly.
a smile played at his lips, but his face remained stern. “that’s the point, toots,” he replied. “pick one and find out.”
you squinted at him, shaking your head slightly before looking at your many options. “that one, i guess?” you gestured broadly to one a short distance away.
schlatt shook his head. “lead me to it.”
you rolled your eyes and used this as an excuse to grab his hand, turning away and hiding your burning face from him as you dragged him towards the store.
you walked in hurriedly, him trailing behind you at a much easier pace due to his long legs. once you took in your surroundings, you found you were actually quite excited. it was a massive clothing outlet, floors upon floors of all different kinds of garments. holding tightly onto his hand, you only looked around for a few seconds before you beelined it to a display of outfits and began hunting for articles of clothing you wanted.
schlatt dropped your hand and walked away, leaving you alone for a bit while you browsed before coming back with a large basket. he held onto it while you picked through your options, holding it out to you whenever you found something you wanted. into the basket went anything he even thought you liked, and you quickly realized there was no spending limit like you had presumed. you were always eyeing him warily, ready for the piece you had just picked out to be the last. but he just kept telling you to keep going, and soon you had looked through the whole section. he simply waited for you to pick another area to explore and watched as you shopped, occasionally commenting on a top or pair of pants.
“that one’s cute,” he mumbled when you held up a shirt you liked. you nodded and slipped the hanger over your neck, allowing you to pretend to try it on. he tried not to think about the idea of you actually trying the clothes on, but the image of you stripping and redressing over and over remained in his mind.
hours flew by, and you ended up leaving with several huge bags stuffed full with an entire new wardrobe. the two of you joked around a bit as you exited the store, and you were surprised to find one of your coworkers waiting for you just outside the shop.
“give ‘em your stuff,” schlatt instructed. “they’re gonna take it to your room for you so we can keep shopping.”
you blinked a few times, confused, and handed off the bags. your coworker spoke to schlatt for a few minutes and then left you alone with him again. it was quiet for a bit before your boss broke the silence.
“time to pick another store,” he said.
you huffed in disbelief at his willingness to spend even more money on you and shook your head. “i don’t wanna play another guessing game; i got lucky with that last one. can you just point me to a makeup store and we can pretend that i found it?”
he chuckled and scanned the street you were on, eyes settling on a purple building towards the end of the road. “that one might be makeup,” he said, looking back at you.
“alright then, let’s do that one.” you took his hand once more and led him to the shop, repeating the process of putting anything you wanted into a basket and waiting for him to tell you to stop. he never did, in fact, he occasionally tossed in a product or two that he thought was nice.
after a bit, you turned around to find he was a short distance away, picking out stuff at the perfume counter for you. you smiled to yourself and walked over to him, smelling the ones he was trying to decide between.
“i like this one,” you stated, pointing to a bottle on the counter.
he nodded and turned to the attendant, conversing with her for a bit before taking a fancy looking box that she handed him, presumably with the scent you picked out inside. he set it gently into the nearly full basket and looked at you.
“anything else while we’re here?” he asked, glancing down at the pile of things resting in the tote he was carrying.
with a shake of your head, you responded, “no, this is already too much, schlatt.”
you weren’t looking at him, it was hard to meet his gaze, but you heard him scoff. “i’ll tell you when it’s too much, doll, don’t you worry about that.”
your cheeks flushed, how spoiled you felt by his kindness visible on your face. “i feel really bad. this is all so expensive.”
his hand landed on your shoulder in a soft, reassuring pat. “you deserve it. c’mon, lemme go pay and then i’ll take you to one more store.”
following him to through the store was rough, he walked fast and you almost lost him a few times. but you found him easily at the checkout counter due to how tall he was; his head stood out above all the aisles. you sidled up next to him as he swiped his card, wincing at the price visible on the screen. he flicked his dark eyes over to you- the ghost of a smile was playing at his lips as he took in how uncomfortable being treated like this made you.
and then you were back on the busy street, handing the bags to the same coworker and waving bye to them as they walked off in the direction of the hotel once more. checking your phone told you it was early afternoon at this point. and he still wanted to hit another store… was he going to waste an entire day on you?
“i’ll give you some options, toots,” he said gruffly after instructing you to put your phone away. the orders from him churned something deep in your stomach. “that blue one there, this one next door to us, or that one way over there. you see the one i’m talkin’ about?” he pointed to three stores and turned to you, awaiting your response.
you thought for a moment before choosing, and it ended up being a store full of things you didn’t necessarily need, but trinkets and gadgets you loved. your cart wasn’t as full at this store, but he still bought you anything you showed interest in and you walked out with even more bags. this time, no one was waiting for you, and schlatt took your hand before leading you to a small restaurant shoved in between two large buildings. you followed him, trusting he would keep you safe, but unsure of where you were going until he sat you down in a booth and ordered food for the both of you.
you talked for a long time, savoring your meal together and sharing sentiments and memories, and you didn’t notice until he had to step out to take a call that it was almost two hours later. something about him was so comforting, intoxicating, even. he just made you feel safe. you wished the dynamic between you two could be different. why did he have to be a good boss and not one of the creepy ones? you wished he would prey on you like you so desperately wanted him to.
he came back to find you staring at the leftover bites of food on your plate, instantly worried something had happened in the short time he was away from you. “what’s wrong? are you okay?” you tried not to let how hot he sounded when he was concerned about you affect your answer.
“yeah, no, i’m fine, schlatt,” you assured him once you blinked repeatedly a few times, trying to clear your thoughts of the filthy images of him. “just, still jet lagged. i’m really tired.”
your boss nodded and went to take care of the bill quickly, sharing a quick conversation with the workers before coming back to you and offering a hand to help you up. you grabbed your bags and took his hand, forgetting to let go once you were up and walking. he didn’t seem to mind.
the gentleman that he is, schlatt took you back to your hotel room and leaned against the wall as you fished your key out of your pockets. once you found it, he stood up straight and took a deep breath.
“take a good nap. i’ll be back to pick you up for dinner.”
you eyed him suspiciously, hand frozen, outreached to swipe your keycard. “why dinner? why more? what did i do to deserve this?” you grilled him.
schlatt put up his hands innocently. “i just feel bad for not letting you pack,” he lied again. “and you’re one of my best staff, why can’t i treat you?”
“because you don’t do this for anyone else,” you groaned. “i’m just worried the rest of ‘em are gonna look at me weird.”
he shook his head, trying not to smile. “i’ll fire whoever treats you differently. promise,” he extended his pinkie towards you.
“no, schlatt, that’s the problem!” you sighed. his face remained the same, little finger still reaching out to make a deal, and you folded. “whatever, i’m gonna go sleep, just… don’t fire anyone because of me.”
pensively, he nodded. “sleep good.”
you waited for him to leave, but he just leaned against the wall next to your door again. with a loud, defeated sigh, you let yourself in and closed the door behind you. now that you saw just how many full shopping bags sat on the table, you felt even worse. he had to have spent countless thousands on you. if only you could figure out what his true motivation was for doing all this…
you couldn’t help yourself from unpacking some of your new stuff, running your fingers over your new, expensive belongings. after a bit, you remembered that you needed to be sleeping, and you put your things back before tucking yourself into the plush, comfy bed. sleep took hold of you, and you rested for hours before waking to a phone call from schlatt.
“huh?” you said when you answered, still in the clutches of unconsciousness. his laugh woke you up, though.
“jesus, i was worried i’d have to come wake you up again,” he chuckled into his cell. “i’ll be there in about an hour, start getting ready.”
“how fancy do i need to dress?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
“wear that dress you picked out,” he replied. “the black one. i gotta go, i’ll be there soon, toots.” with that, he hung up, leaving you groggy and turned on from his orders. you ignored the feelings in your core and got up, changing into the dress he wanted and doing your makeup. the music you put on while you got ready did a good job of distracting you from how nervous you were, but once you had finished everything you needed to do, you perched on the edge of the bed and went over the day’s events in your mind. you had about ten minutes left until he was here to pick you up, and you counted down the seconds eagerly, unsure of if this evening would change the dynamic between the two of you.
you sprung up off the bed when he knocked at the door, grabbing a purse he had bought you earlier that you filled with your necessities for the night. opening the door revealed schlatt standing there, leaning against the frame again, dressed in a button down, slacks, and a blazer. you blinked a few times at how good he looked- you had never seen him dressed like this before and it was strange.
“what is this?” you asked quietly, taking in how nice the two of you were dressed. “this doesn’t feel like just a dinner.” you were wary of him, unsure of what his intentions were.
he rolled his eyes and scoffed, extending a hand out to invite you to join him. “will you just trust me? spent almost twelve thousand dollars on you today and you won’t even join me for dinner…” he scolded and shook his head.
eyes bulging, your jaw fell open. “twelve thousand??? schlatt, oh my god!!” you sounded horrified, and you spun around to look at all the bags again. “i can’t believe you would do that, i feel so awful.”
“makin’ you feel awful is not the goal, doll. now can you please just take my arm so i can treat you to the best dinner you’ve ever had?” he looked earnest enough, and you swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding and accepting his hand, determined to give him a shot.
“as long as you promise to buy me drinks,” you joked, letting the door fall shut behind you as he began to lead you down the hall to the elevator.
“i wouldn’t dream of letting you stay sober tonight,” he smiled.
you were just a bit beyond tipsy, laughing raucously at every joke schlatt was making. he had taken you to the fanciest steakhouse around, just a short walk from the hotel. the food was incredible, and the alcohol just kept coming. you suspected he slipped the staff some money earlier to get the two of you a secluded booth with an amazing view, but couldn’t prove it. all you knew was there was no one around and you could see the whole city from your seat across from him.
“i still don’t understand why you’re doing all of this for me,” you giggled, sipping your drink. “not complaining, not at all, i like being spoiled. but it’s confusing.” you were hiccupping every few words.
“you’re never gonna shut up about it, are you?” he asked, downing the last of his whiskey. “at least now you’re bein’ grateful for it. glad i could get you to admit you like being spoiled, though.”
“it wasn’t you that made me admit it, schlatt, it was the alcohol.” you leaned in close to whisper the last part and his eyes widened slightly when he smelled how strong your breath was.
“okay, toots, i believe you. i think it’s time to get you back to your room, hmm?” he sounded genuinely concerned, worried that he might have gotten you a bit too intoxicated. he couldn’t go through with his plan if you were all the way drunk, then you might not remember it in the morning- and he wanted you to remember what he was going to do to you.
“can i have dessert?”
a soft smile crossed his lips. “yeah, i’ll order us some dessert.” he flagged down some wait staff and talked with them for a bit before they left, returning a few minutes later with several different plates of different desserts.
you squealed, giddy from your sweet tooth, and sampled all of them, passing the best ones across the table with an, “ohhh, you gotta try this one!” or, “this one’s soooo good.” he nodded, taking small bites of whichever ones you passed to him. as you ate your treats, he took care of the bill, and once you had finished, the two of you were ready to go. he helped you up and out of the booth, and escorted you out of the restaurant and down the short trek to the hotel. it was dark out now, and the two of you slunk by everyone quickly. the pace he set was manageable, but only just so in the heels you were wearing.
once you two arrived at the hotel, you got on the elevator, giggling and joking with each other before stumbling out onto your floor. he walked you to your door and hesitated. you didn’t notice, though; you were just trying to find your room key in your purse. he spoke before you could, though.
“can i come in?” he asked. his voice sounded nervous.
you looked up at him, still digging in your purse. “for what?”
he sighed and pulled a keycard out of his pocket, swiping it and letting you both in. “you really wanna know why i bought you all that shit?” you entered first, him trailing behind you. there was a large, plain black bag sitting on your bed that wasn’t there when you left. you were tipsy, but you swore it was new.
“yeah, schlatt, i do.” you set your purse down on a table and turned around to face him. he was standing close to you, so close you had to look up to make eye contact. “what the fuck is all this about?”
he took a deep breath, hand coming up to rest on your waist. you flicked your eyes to where he was touching you, fireworks exploding under your skin, and looked back up at him. “i thought maybe if i spoiled you rotten you’d have a lot harder time saying no,” he spoke softly.
“saying no to what?” you questioned, raising one eyebrow at him. he walked closer to you and you backed up, him walking you to the bed until you were sitting on the edge and he was looking down at you. reaching into the black bag, he pulled out a bundle of rope and a piece of silk that you could only guess would go in your mouth to gag you. “schlatt?” you asked, voice trembling.
“i won’t hurt you, i promise. not unless you want me to,” he breathed, gently grabbing your chin. “do you want me to?”
you froze as he bent down to whisper the last question in your ear, goosebumps raising at the feeling of his breath against your neck. you couldn’t stop yourself. “yeah,” you gasped. “yeah, i do.” you felt him grin against your skin as he pressed an open mouth kiss to your throat, earning a whimper from you.
his massive hands were warm as they pawed at your dress, slipping behind you to undo the zipper. you shivered at the cool air as the garment fell from your shoulders, exposing the lacy black set you were wearing. it slid all the way off you and you kicked it away, reaching down to undo your shoes and pulling those off as well. you felt extremely vulnerable in front of him, most of your skin exposed as he pushed you down to lay on your back. he began kissing your collarbones, down to your chest, all the way down your stomach, and buried his face in your clothed heat. you moaned, face burning red, and bucked your hips up into his face.
schlatt snickered and pulled his face away, causing you to whimper at the sudden loss of kisses being planted on your clit. “this’s gonna be fun,” he mumbled, standing up and adjusting his pants. you couldn’t help but notice how tight they were. you started to speak as you sat up, but he shushed you and grabbed the piece of silk, gagging you with it and securing it around your mouth. he patted you on the head when he finished, mumbling an, “attagirl,” before grabbing the rope and positioning you with your hands behind your back.
you let out some muffled noises, confused, but obeyed. he tied your arms tightly, ensuring you were securely bound by the restraints before bringing the rope around your waist to the front and doing an intricate knot pattern, enveloping you in the cord like a harness.
schlatt paused after a while of tying, gently undoing your bra and removing it before drinking the sight of your bare chest in. he only savored the sight of you for a moment before resuming the knots.
once the rope came back around to your hips, he flicked his eyes up to look at yours and knelt down between your legs. you couldn’t have said anything even if you weren’t gagged, the visual of him pressing his face into your core again stole the air from your lungs. his dark, lust-filled eyes stared up at you, as if he was trying to memorize the sight of you.
luckily, he didn’t have to.
you whined when he pulled away, and yelped when he delivered a sharp smack to your face.
“shut the fuck up, doll,” he warned. “i promise you i’m gonna make you feel good. now lemme finish tyin’ you up.”
tears stung your eyes as you nodded silently, and you feared only for a fleeting second that you had put yourself in a bad situation. but then you were too horny to care.
he tugged your panties off with one rough motion, eyeing you suspiciously when you shivered from the feeling of cool air on your cunt, but nodded almost imperceptibly when you stayed still for him. he carefully finished binding you, leaving your legs able to be moved but tightening the restraints on your arms so that you had no choice but to be obedient.
when he was done, schlatt took a step back and admired his work for a bit before reaching into the black bag again. this time, he pulled out his old camcorder and a polaroid camera. your face immediately flushed with the realization that he planned to immortalize the image of you in this pathetic position forever. you imagined him returning to watch the footage over and over, stroking his cock and panting every time. the polaroids would go in his wallet, you fantasized.
“smile, toots!” broke you out of your trance. the camera flashed, and soon it spit out a photo of you sitting there on the edge of the bed. he shook it out a bit and chuckled quietly when it developed, staring at it possessively before showing it to you. “look at you, so pretty sittin’ there for me. let me get a few more, okay? just in case,” his voice was velvet, coating you in desire and anticipation. the replay of his rich timbre in your mind was the only thing that kept you satiated while he posed you, spreading your legs apart for the last few pictures so that your wet hole was on full display.
you made the mistake of not looking directly at the camera for the second picture, embarrassed to be seen like this, and schlatt tsked when he saw the image. his big hand reached out and smacked you once more, and this time, tears started falling. that only spurred him on, though.
“awh, yeah, doll, that’s a good idea. cry f’ me.” he smiled cruelly, raising the camera to his eye to take even more photos. “but keep your fuckin’ eyes right here.”
you felt more drops fall from your eyes, unsure of if they were genuine or just to appease him. regardless, he loved it. he nearly cackled at how ruined you were beginning to look, makeup now running down your face, hair mussed. it all added to the photos, which he was collecting quite the stack of.
once he felt he had enough, he fanned them all out in his hands and swept his eyes over them. after organizing them a bit, how so you couldn’t even begin to guess, he set them on the nightstand and walked over to set the camcorder up so that it would capture everything he was about to do to you.
you admired him from behind as he knelt down in front of the camera, adjusting it and hitting record when it was ready. as soon as he did, his demeanor changed; he moved more quickly, more impatiently, as he walked back towards you, grabbed you by the throat, and spat on you.
you shied away from him slightly but continued to gaze up at him lovingly. “you’re so fucking pitiful, y’know that?” he growled. “gotta hand it to ya though, twelve thousand is quite a price. well, i guess almost fourteen after dinner. god, you really can put it away, huh? not to mention the drinks,” he smirked down at you as your eyes widened and you looked away, embarrassed to have cost him that much. “let’s find out if you’re worth that much, huh, doll?”
schlatt reached into the black bag once again, and you wondered when would be the last time. this time his hand came out clutching a vibrator he had hooked up to his phone. you froze in shock as he reached towards you with it, processing too slowly to stop what he was going to do. he wasted no time pushing it deep inside you and pulling out his phone. you whimpered quietly while he fiddled with the app, the seconds drawing on and on until you couldn’t take it anymore. and just when you were about to do something, anything, he turned it on.
spasms rocked through you; the vibrations were so intense it felt like pleasure was curling around and enveloping every nerve ending in your body. you could’ve sworn you were burning, everything felt so white-hot. stars were all you could see as you tried to adjust to the feelings ringing out from deep inside you. eventually, you stabilized, and he guided your chin to make you look into his eyes, as if he was checking to make sure you were okay. you just blinked slowly, lust clouding both of your judgements.
when he decided you were fine, he set the vibrator to an intense rhythm and began unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants eagerly before pulling out his cock and pumping it in his hand. your eyes were wide and glued to his shaft, greedily following the movement, and you didn’t notice his other hand coming up to tear the piece of silk from your face. immediately he shoved his entire length down your throat, not giving you any time to babble whatever complaints you had. his bush was flush against your face, and you cried yet again from how rough he was face fucking you. he shifted positions after a bit, his hips only faltering in pace when he turned to check that the camera had a good view of your mouth being abused. he brought one leg up to rest on the bed, allowing him to get even deeper. he was alternating between tossing his head back in pleasure and holding it up to watch you.
you, however, were sobbing, helpless to stop the ravaging of your mouth, not to even mention the constant vibrations coming from the toy inside you. you had lost count of how many orgasms you had, completely giving in to him and the endless pleasure he was bringing you. he only stopped when your thighs started shaking and you squirted all over the bed.
“jesus, toots,” he laughed, still in your mouth. “the toy still in there?”
you nodded slightly.
“attagirl,” he mumbled. he pulled out and chuckled at your desperate, heaving gasps once you could breathe properly again. “i’m gonna fuck you now, doll, okay?”
you nodded eagerly, used to having to be quiet.
“i took the gag off for a reason, toots, and it wasn’t just to fuck your throat. let me hear your words.”
“yes, schlatt, please. please, god please i need you so bad. pl—” you begged before being cut off by him pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. you moaned in surprise and kissed him back furiously before he pulled away.
“a simple ‘yes’ would’ve done,” he smiled. the wholesome moment didn’t last long, though, soon he was taking off the rest of his clothes so he was also nude and bending you onto your hands and knees. he groaned at the sight of your pussy, ass up in the air and ready and waiting for him. you bit your lip as you sat patiently, glancing at the camera and quickly looking away while you blushed at the idea of someone watching this in the future.
he plunged a finger in, teasing you and stretching you out a bit before fishing out the vibrator and turning it off, tossing it to the side. you relaxed a bit at the momentary lack of stimulation, but yelped when he smacked your ass. you felt him lining himself up with you and tried to calm the nerves buzzing in your stomach.
when he pushed in, you let out a quiet, drawn out moan. schlatt copied you, eyes trained on where you were damn near sucking him into you, entranced by the sight of his length slipping into your dripping folds.
“god, you're so tight,” he spoke through gritted teeth. he tried to let you adjust to his size for a moment, but after a few seconds, he said, “fuck it, i can't wait any longer.” with that, he began slamming in and out of you, hard, enough to make a loud smack every time his hips met your ass.
“takin’ me so well, doll,” he praised, slowing down slightly to adjust you and keep you propped up for the camera.
you just wailed, approaching another orgasm. the clench of your walls around him signaled to him what was about to happen, and he grinned as he brought his hand around to your clit to rub circles into it.
“schlatt!!!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face.
he grunted and smacked your ass again, repeatedly, watching the recoil of it every time. “god, you sound pretty when you scream my name like that,” he growled.
you called out his name again, and again, and again, over and over until your throat was raw as he pounded you. somehow, you forgot about the camera.
he didn't, though. when he was getting close, he pulled out and spun you around roughly, glancing to make sure you were still in frame before finishing himself off and spurting his cum all over your face and chest. you sat there, staring up at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes, until he was done and he walked off to grab the polaroid. he took a few shots of you covered in his seed before putting them back and dipping his finger in it, bringing it to your lips where you greedily licked it off him.
he scoffed, trying to hide how turned on he was by that, and positioned himself between your legs, sliding in again with ease. you moaned, the sound like music to his ears— he had never heard or seen anything as beautiful as you, the sight of your cum-covered tits bouncing as he rocked his hips was sure to stay with him for the rest of his life.
schlatt didn't mean to, but his hand found its way to your throat and clutched it tightly. he only realized what he was doing when you began squirming, then thrashing in an attempt to escape his grip. he released your neck and shook out his hand, blinking his eyes a few times as he dialed back in on how good you were feeling trapped under him.
he rolled his hips skillfully, fucking into you at a brutal pace as he made sure to hit the deepest parts of you he could. at this point, your legs were hooked over his shoulders, and he was insistent on bending them even further, until he had you in a mating press underneath him. you were singing on his cock, nonstop whorish noises spilling from your lips.
“god, you’re gonna milk me dry,” he laughed breathlessly as you came around his cock for what felt like the millionth time.
“fuuuck!” you screeched, eyes rolling back into your head. “schlatt, please,” you begged him— though what you wanted, he wasn’t sure of.
“doll, you keep beggin’ me like that and all you’re gonna get is my fat fuckin’ load deep in that pussy,” he warned. you somehow understood his threat in your post-orgasm haze and lit up at the possibility of being bred by him.
“please!! please, schlatt, i’ve been so good, please give it to me,” you rambled frantically, gaze fixed on his perfect visage. his brown hair was messy, and a few strands kept falling in front of his face as his dark eyes puzzled through why you would want that. eventually, he settled on giving you what you wanted, his thrusts slowing in pace but increasing in force as he got closer and closer before burying his cock to the hilt in you and painting your walls with an enormous amount of cum. you prayed none of it would spill out the whole time schlatt was collapsed onto your chest, breathing heavily.
he watched himself pull out of you and groaned at the sight of his sperm leaking from your cunt, quickly reaching to snap some pictures and eventually bringing the camcorder to capture your ruined makeup and fucked out state. when he was done, he shut the camera off and quickly went to work untying you.
“did so good f’me, ‘m so proud,” he murmured as he worked, gently rubbing the places on your skin where the rope hurt you. he placed a kiss to every one and continued to praise you.
you couldn’t say anything, too tired from being used like that, so you just let him take care of you and stared at him in adoration.
“d’ya want me to stay the night? can i?” he asked softly once he freed you from your restraints. “i was thinking i could help run you a bath or something…”
“please stay,” you rasped, clearing your throat. “i don’t want you to go.” the last sentence was quiet, but he still heard it, evident by the smile that crossed his lips.
“alright then, toots, you won’t be gettin’ rid of me for the rest of the trip.”
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suhkusa · 4 months ago
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HELLOOOO i see you opened ur req👀 can I req for suna or atsumu suddenly getting a girlfriend, like hardlaunching her on social media, after almost a year of being on and off... can it be angst to comfort/fluff (pls i want to cope so bad from my prev situationship bahaaaaahahha) tysm just so u know i love u and ur works and prolly the first one to like em immediately>< <3
CASUAL.
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PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader
CW. hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, situationship-to-relationship lol
A/N. ouchhh i hope this is good anon ><
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Being in a situationship with Atsumu Miya was the absolute worst.
Sometimes it felt like he was stringing you along in his little game, while other times it felt like you two were truly meant to be together. 
There were many invisible boundaries in the relationship, or talking stage, or whatever he wanted to call it, that were made without having to say a thing. 
It was mutually exclusive, so no talking to other people romantically.
You two didn’t post each other on social media.
The two of you would make it official when you both were ready.
The rules were easy to follow. Though, you had always been a bit iffy on the third one. When would the two of you deem yourselves “ready” when you’ve already been talking for so long?
———
The worst part about Atsumu, was that he was so indecisive. 
One minute, the two of you could be acting as if you were a married couple. Going on dates, spending time at each other’s houses, and late night calls. The two of you even had pet names for each other! 
But then the next minute, he decides his volleyball career is more important. Or that he’s too busy. Or that he wants a break. Or that you’re too controlling. So many excuses, yet every time he calls out to you to come back, you come running back head over heels. 
And it hurts. It hurts being with him even though you two had never made it official. How could you feel so tethered and intertwined with a man who never had the guts to ask you to be his and only his? Who never posts you on social media?
You weren’t controlling. You were just tired of this cat and mouse game. You just wanted certainty and reassurance. 
Was that so much to ask for?
Apparently for Atsumu Miya, it is.
“I don’t get it Atsumu, why can’t we just say we’re together? Everyone already knows we basically are!” you sigh. 
The two of you sat in his apartment as the TV played in the midst of your argument. This was definitely one of the worst arguments that had occurred between you two.
“If we’re basically together then why can’t you just be happy? Do I need to ask you out? To post you?” he rebuttals, his voice clearly agitated.
“Because! You haven’t asked me out. That stuff is the bare minimum yet I’m here begging. You’re so comfortable in this weird limbo talking stage where it’s so easy for you to leave me and then hope I come crawling back!” you cry, you hadn’t even realized you started to cry. “I’m so, so tired of this shit!”
“If you’re so tired, then leave!”
Usually during the short breaks of your situationship with Atsumu Miya, it was always him who had decided to call it off. But his words had snapped a cord in you that had already been thinned to its last thread.
The two of you share a tense look, both unmoving. It’s you who decides to break the silence.
“Me? Leave? Hah, fine. I will,” you’re quick to grab your bag on the side table.
“Wait, Y/N-”
“And don’t expect me to come crawling back to you, Miya. This time you really did it,”
He freezes when you open the door, eyes filled with tears as you look back at him. 
“Bye,”
The door shuts before he could say anything.
What was he supposed to do now?
———
If Atsumu knew one thing for sure, it was that he was stupid. 100%, a million times over, he was an idiot.
His concept of love and relationships were hindered during his high school days. The ability to commit was a hard idea to grasp onto. 
But you were different. 
You were kind and patient, unlike any one he’s ever known, and he was undeniably scared. Scared to lose you, scared to fuck up. And so what did he do every time he got scared?
He ran away and gave you some bullshit excuse. But even then, you’d come back time and time again.
But now it is different. He told you to leave and you really did. You wouldn’t come back to him willingly.
Atsumu’s stupid. That’s why he’s at your doorstep in the rain.
He rings the doorbell. He’s shocked when you open it on the first attempt.
“What are you doing?” your quiet voice says.
Atsumu takes in your disheveled appearance. You definitely had been crying based on your swollen eyes.
“I—” Atsumu can’t find the words. He’s really scared.
“If you’re going to yell at me or ask me to come back, you better be ready to beg me Atsumu, I’m not doing a stupid “talking stage” or some cheap crap you come up with,”
“I’m sorry, I-l fucked up really bad,”
You don’t say anything in response, allowing him to continue. 
“I love you so much,” he’s stuttering, “I’m really scared but I want to try with you, I want to be with you, for real this time,”
“And if I say yes, are you just going to leave me when it’s convenient for you?” your own voice sounds a bit hesitant. 
“No, no. I promise you. I mean everything that’s coming out of my mouth,”
You look like you’re lost in thought for a split second before you speak. “I’ll be with you, Atsumu. For real,” you smile as you mock his words.
Another moment passes by, and before you know it, you’re kissing him and he kisses you.
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ATSUMU MIYA HAS MADE A NEW POST.
[tsumumiya]: my person ❤️
[yn.lnnnn commented]: ughh loves it <3 ure so cute ml
>>> [tsumumiya replied]: I LOVE YOU!!!!!
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naturesapphic · 1 month ago
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Hiiiii can u write a fic about how Billie and reader met!! (With the Billie wall!!!) PLEASEE
Love you mwah Mwahh
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Love At First Fan
Billie eilish x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff
It was June 2024 in Berlin, Germany when Billie eilish went to do promo for her new album, “hit me hard and soft”. The last time she came here was in 2019 for her first album “when we all fall asleep where do we go”. Now she’s back after five years and you were finally getting to meet her. There were hundreds of fans waiting to see her and you were one of them. You waited out there for about an hour until you saw her.
It was the Billie eilish. Just a few yards away from you. You felt your heart beat out of your chest and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. She sat on the wall where all the autographs were, making it the Billie wall, and she posed for a photo, remaking the one she did five years ago. You watched her in awe and you hope that she would come over to you.
It’s been about an hour since Billie has been here, she signed a plaque that’s going to be placed on the wall, she did some photos, some interviews and even talked with almost all of the fans. Then she got to you and you were absolutely freaking out on the inside. “Hey sweet girl. How are you?” She said and you thought you were gonna pass out right then and there.
“Hi! I-im great! H-how about you?” You stuttered out and she just kept smiling at you, not even noticing or pointing it out which made you grateful. “I’m good! What’s your name sweetheart?” She asked you and you told her your name. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” She said while giving you a wink which made you go crazy. Billie went up to you and gave you a hug, she leaned in next to your ear. “Meet me here in three hours alone okay?” She whispered and she moved on to the next group of people waiting for her.
~ three hours later ~
It’s been three hours and you were walking up the stairs near the wall when you spotted Billie already sitting up there waiting for you. You smiled big and hurried up the stairs towards her. When she saw that you were coming, she matched the smile you had on your face and hopped down. You got up in front of her and smiled shyly. “It’s crazy that im doing this. I’ve never done this before but y/n you entranced me. I don’t know what it is about you or how you spoke to me but I was hooked the first time I laid my eyes on you.” She explained and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“R-really?” You sputtered out and she took a step forward, looking deep in your eyes. “Yes really. I would love to get to know you more y/n, if that’s okay with you?” She asked and you immediately nodded your head yes. Billie reached for her phone in her back pocket and handed it to you so you could put your number in. You put it in and handed it back to her. “Well I’ll tell you later okay? I need to go and finish some more things but get home safe.” Billie said and you nodded slowly, still not believing that this was happening. Billie smiled and waved bye as she walked down the steps and went inside her car as you stood there in disbelief.
A/n: thank you to the two anons who requested this and for y’all’s kind words! I love y’all too! Mwah! I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)
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maybanksprincess · 2 days ago
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isnt the same without you.
warnings: comforting, fluff, insecurity, a little bit of blood.
summary: jj goes to a party without reader for the first time, and when jjs phone dies, she starts to overthink. (based off this ask, thank you anon!)
a/n: this is sort of short because its just a blurb, but i really love this request, its so cute!
pairings: insecure!reader x soft!bf!jj
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you weren't feeling up to this big party that everyone was attending tonight. unfortunately, you and jj were planning to go for a few weeks now, and since you didn't wanna go, you didn't wanna stop him from attending it as well.
he insisted that he would stay home and look after you, he offered to buy you snacks and even watch those cheesy romcoms that he absolutely despises, but he tolerates them because you love them.
but you assured him it was okay, and he can go even if it made you feel a little uneasy.
you had never done well with being away from jj for long periods of time, let alone him going to a party without you. but you told yourself to 'grow up' and 'stop being a baby' about it. you needed to get a grip.
you decide to text him about an hour in, just to make sure he was safe, and then you promised yourself you would stop bothering him after that.
imessage:
11:01 pm: hey jay! im just checking in to make sure your okay, i dont wanna bother you or anything so im gonna let you have fun! bye i love you <3
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you chew your nails, anxiously waiting on a response from your boyfriend.
about five minutes went by, and you were constantly picking up your phone, swiping up for any sign that he had read the text or responded. but there was nothing.
you waited another ten minutes, then got back to anxiously checking it again, still nothing. delivered.
you told yourself your being dramatic, and went to occupy yourself with doing the dishes, and sweeping the kitchen floor. by the time you had gotten back to your room about fifteen minutes later, there was still nothing.
you toss your phone down onto the bed, feeling frustrated but also upset at the same time. had he been hooking up with another girl? is he drinking too much? what if hes talking to someone else?
all these thoughts cloud your mind, and you find yourself biting down on the skin beside your nail bed. as your chewing away at your skin, your phone dings unexpectedly, causing you to jump a bit, tearing a piece of your skin off. (ouch.)
the sting of the bare skin makes your eyes water a little, a bead of blood trickling down your finger. "ow." you mumble, before picking up your phone and looking at whoever texted you.
it was jj. all your pain was instantly forgotten the moment you seen his text on your screen.
imessage
jayj🤍: "hey beautiful, im sorry i didnt text you back. i forgot my charger like a dumbass. but im at home now, and i didnt have fun. it was boring as shit without u baby."
you instantly reply to his message after reading it, your heart no longer feels like its carrying a weight anymore.
you: "thank you for texting, i was worried sick baby...i literally hurt my finger trying to answer the phone. I thought you might've been cheated on me or something."
you send that text with a underlying hint of insecurity in it, hoping he wont just brush you off. your in need of some reassurance from him right now.
jayj🤍: "baby you hurt your finger?!! and what do u mean 'cheat on you'? thats not even possible for me mama."
the next text eases your worries a bit, but you wanted to get everything off your chest.
you: "i just hate being without you for a long period of time, i wish i would've let you stay in with me tonight, but i know how excited you were for the party."
jayj🤍: "oh baby, no. parties are not the same without you. i would never cheat on you, im sorry if i made you feel that way, but that isn't me. you know your stuck with me forever mama, whether you like it or not."
now all your worries and insecurities are instantly gone, touched by your boyfriend's loyalty to you.
after you let yourself think for a moment, you remember the minor injury you caused yourself a few minutes back and wince slightly at the sting.
as if exactly on cue, jj double texts you.
jayj🤍: "oh and im on my way with some bandaids and snacks, i love you baby. unlock the door for me beautiful."
after he sends that text, you hear jjs dirtbike pull up.
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leclsrc · 1 year ago
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can i please request a forbidden relationship with charles? like maybe a verstappen!reader or a wolff!reader? angst to fluff please 😩
name calling – cl16
Charles develops a new nickname, but it's not for you. (wolff!reader)
auds here... i love u anon and i hope its okay that i did not write angst into this!!! i needed a feel good thing to get the trope going. listened to this a lot while writing, one of my favorite cutesy love songs ever!
“There’s peach and apple,” you say over the phone, inspecting the juice box flavors in the well-stocked fridge of the Mercedes motorhome. Apparently, over at Ferrari, the supply is running dry, a report generously provided to you by your boyfriend.
“Is there lemon?” You two have the same favorite. You rifle through the stock and find a lone lemon flavor collecting frost at the back of the pile.
“None.” You say, clearing your throat. “Come on, man. Peach and apple.”
He makes a noise of suspicion, but gives in. “Peach then.”
“Okay.” You tuck your phone in-between your ear and shoulder and collect multiple to find the coldest one, an accompaniment to the heat this weekend; your call is cut short when your dad walks in, eyebrows set in a straight line of contemplation.
They raise when he spots you harboring a bunch of peach juice boxes. “Gotta go, bye,” you add in a rushed whisper, and he says a quick see you thanks before hanging up.
“Dad,” you say casually. You raise one of the six boxes in your hand. “Juice?”
“Is there lemon left?”
“No luck. Peach and apple,” you say sweetly.
“I’ll have apple. Listen, I’m going to a principal’s meeting using your scooter.”
You toss him a box. “Okay. Stay safe,” you respond, letting him pull you into a one-armed hug. “There’s too many people in the centre so I’ve been scootering behind motorhomes to get to places faster. Might help.”
“Okay, spatzi,” he says, punching a straw into the box and departing. This signals a greenlight for you to call Charles again—despite your best mutual efforts, you’ve both been almost caught calling or being near each other by your dad. And, in the words of your lovely boyfriend, he’s not yet ready to die. But the hiding is worth it; after all, it’s hiding from the public, which you both wanted from the get go, and your dad. Your mum and several friends know, which makes the lying ease up a little bit.
He picks up in the middle of the first ring. “Hey. Got my juice?” 
“Yeah. Back door.” A routine crafted over years of knowing each other—first as friends, then as lovers—serves you well, a rushed meeting at the back door of a garage or motorhome to discuss date night plans or to hand over a gift or plate of food. In this case, it’s a juice box, half-tossed in your rush to not be spotted by one of your dad’s friends.
And, as always, he blows you a kiss as you close the door.
Four sips into his peach juice, Charles sneaks past the Mercedes motorhome and moves back to Ferrari, but not without spotting a mess of long limbs on the ground beside a forgotten scooter. Upon closer inspection, his suspicion of it being a deranged superfan is rejected—it’s Toto Wolff.
“I must have tripped on a wire,” Toto grunts, eyes scanning the ground. He meets Charles’ eyes. 
“Let me help you,” Charles says, immediately offering a hand and pulling. The guy is jacked, so he exerts a bit more effort than he’s willing to admit; the job gets done nonetheless, so potato-potahto, really. 
“Thank you,” wheezes Toto, sitting up, all six feet five of him, “son.”
Charles is slack mouthed. Oh my God. Son???? “You are welcome, so welcome,” he responds kindly, despite the awkward tension. “Um, Papa.”
Toto pauses his ascent and stares pointedly before shaking his head. “I… must go.”
“Well, drive safe. Watch the roads. And all.” Charles says, laughing sheepishly. “Toto. Watch the roads, and all, Toto.” He emphasizes, like that takes back the fact that he called the big boss Papa just ten seconds ago. He chews at the straw of the peach juice, gnawing nervously.
“I will. Thanks again.” He falls quiet, staring. Then a knobby finger points to the juice box, waving back and forth in-between the juice box in the garbage bin a few metres away. “They’re… your juice box… is that from the Mercedes… motorhome?”
“No,” lies Charles with unrivaled stiffness.
“It is a German brand we special order for my daughter.”
“No—see, I am very into German juice.” He ignores the way it sounds like a euphemism. “What’s that? My phone is now ringing. Okay. D’accord. Au revoir.” He walks away as he makes up additional excuses, not missing Toto’s laser stare that seems to permeate through walls and asphalt, finding reprieve only when he’s back in his room.
He chucks the juice box into the nearest bin and prays to all the gods.
Charles ends up getting P1. He’s surrounded by whoops and cheers and receives a very solemn “good effort” nod from Toto across the paddock, which he feels cements his apology and effectively keeps your relationship hidden. He’s handled it well. For once, he’s the mature crisis handler in the relationship, and you don’t need to know about any of this, you really don’t.
You congratulate him at the back door like always, when he’s on the way to the parking lot.
A kiss to his cheek. Then: “I have something to ask.”
“What’s that, darling?”
“Did you, um. Call my dad Papa?”
He presses a palm to his mouth in a very Charles-esque overdramatic way. “Oh my God, he told you?!”
“Oh my God, it’s true?!” You detect the volume in your voice and usher yourself out, quietly shutting the door before facing him again. You raise your eyebrows.
Your boyfriend, your adorably aloof boyfriend, just sputters. “Well—he called me son!”
“Yeah, because he’s old! Old people do that.” You gesticulate wildly “I can’t believe you called him Papa.”
“I can’t believe he told you.”
“I can’t believe you both thought I did not know,” comes a voice from the door that is, unfortunately, not Lewis’ or George’s or yours or Charles’.
The door swings open and there your dad stands, eyebrows raised quizzically, windbreaker-clad arms crossed over his chest. “Charles, I know you don’t ‘like German juice.’ Spatzi, I know you don’t ‘enjoy exploring Monaco hotels by yourself.’” Stoically, he raises air quotes.
“… Sorry?” You offer, smile sweet.
“It’s okay.” He allows a small, warm smile directed to you. “I’ve known a while now.”
“Sorry, Toto,” Charles says profusely, visibly anxious.
The smile chills. Your dad just nods, waving him off. “Cool down on the Papa, though, Leclerc.” 
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w2sarcher · 7 months ago
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Hiiiii loving your posts so far and that you're also a hs girl too omg! Could you do a breakup insta au for famous y/n and w2s?? And cos they're both in the limelight there's sm speculation & drama. Thank you :)
aaah thank u anon!!! hope you like it xxx
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breakup era? | harry lewis
summary: y/n & harry break up? and the internet lose their shit
face claim: bella hadid
a/n: mwah to the beautiful anon and their request. hope you all enjoy and keep sending in any requests. also tattle life is like a uk gossip forum for anyone not familiar sort of like deuxmoi xxx
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taliamar prettiest girl!
freyanightingale slaying
faithlouiseak glowing!!!
geenelly what a tune
sidemanxfan boy bye???????? what has happened
harryxlewisfan i'm so confused
w2slover the lyrics being 'takin what's mine' and a pic of harry & y/n's dog??? what is going on ↳ ynfan4 as if she nicked the dog
ynharryfan oh no are mum and dad fighting
harryfan2 i can't deal rn
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liked by w2slover and 125,454 others sidemenupdates So it's true! Y/N and Harry have called it quits after seven years of dating. What do you guys think happened?
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harryfan1 oh my god i feel sick
w2slover noooo they can't
hollytoshaw nah this is fake
harryfan2 they haven't even confirmed it yet wtf
sidemenfan if this is true i don't believe in love
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liked by taliamar & 1,240,204 others! y/nusername just out here chilling
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taliamar so hot
freyanightingale woweeee
faithlouiseak marry me!!!
gkbarry hot mama
sidemanxfan so we just not gonna address the rumours?
harryxlewisfan i'm so confused
w2slover is she on a hot girl summer vibe
ynharryfan no harry on holiday with her???
harryfan2 these pics are so fire but like i need answers???
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ynfan1 stunners
freyanightingale my two girls
ynfan2 need a friendship like yn and talia>>>
harryfan1 harry liked this 👀 ↳ w2slover omg whaaaat
faithlouiseak pretty girls!
ynfan3 imagine looking like that after a breakup ↳ ynfan4 not confirmed???
y/ninstagram i love youuuuuu
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liked by wroetoshaw & 1,834,304 others y/ninstagram never normally get wrapped up in silly rumours and gossip but i've seen so many tweets and posts about harry and i recently and wanted to come on here and address them.
not everything you read is true and things online get misinterpreted so easily. i'm happy to say that me and harry are still together and love the little bubble of us that we've got going on. thank you for all your support over the years and we hope that you'll let us enjoy some privacy together.
7 years and a lifetime more, my boy wroetoshaw view all 89k comments
ynfan1 OMGGGGG
harryfan1 THANK THE LORD
w2slover love is real 🥺
ynfan2 I KNEW ITTTT
hollytoshaw thank the blooody lord
wroetoshaw love you x ↳ sidemenlover i can't even ↳ ynfan3 MUM AND DAD ARE SO BACK
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zerkaa love you both
y/nusername love you lots and lots💙
miniminter cringe
chrismd10 and i'm you're boy forever
sidemanxfan HARRY???
harryxlewisfan SIMP HARRY UNLOCKED
w2slover peace has been restored in the world
ynharryfan i love my parents
harryfaaaan i am no longer in mourning
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a/n: hope this was ok!!!! literally so bored over easter break so banging out some requests - keep sending them. thanks honeys xxx
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theloveinc · 1 year ago
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No because now I need a full fic and series about this. Just imagine trying to bribe Bakugo by touching his cock a little bit while cuddling, and he immediately sees through it grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze.
"get up woman, I ain't paying all that money for you to sit in bed."
"come on Katsuki, it's Friday anyways let's just cuddle."
"well since it's Friday you'll be glad to come home and enjoy the weekend." He grumbled ripping all the covers off the bed. You scowled before stomping towards the bathroom to brush your teeth. You feel irritated the entire time he drives you to campus (to make sure you go) that is until he grips your thigh before you get to campus, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand into your pants and touching your pussy.
"gonna stop being such a brat, huh" you whine as he continues playing with you. Before you know it you're at campus and he takes his hand out of your pants. "You better do well in class and then maybe I'll reward you when you get home." He says squeezing your ass and giving you a rough kiss, and you immediately soften.
"mhm, bye Katsu." You say dreamily.
"bye princess." You spin on your heel your sour attitude forgotten and your pussy leaking.
ANONNNN AJDFIASOIDFJ HOW COULD U DO THIS TO ME!!!?????
because I keep imagining: that afternoon, all your classmates asking if you have any dinner or weekend plans or maybe wanna if you wanna hangout / study together... only for you to brush them all off because u wanna get home faster and have your bakugo make good on his promise AHHH!!!🥺🥺🥹
(or he picks you up and you fuck in his car under the shade of a tree somewhere bc neither of u could wait after what happened that morning........)
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parasolemn · 8 months ago
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doodle of Authority? it is my fav skill...
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ehe. whoopsies! sorry anon it's been. A Month. and no end in sight
anyways images for you
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you can probably already tell some of these are. Older. but yea. there was a lot of "well it's just a doodle I don't need to go super hard on these" and then "this is awful we need to start over" so. there's. a lot of images. most I've drawn this freak ever actually
deserved though. big thanks to my New Buddy who made me see the light like two months ago. he [LONG RAMBLE I DELETED] 🤨 UUGHHH I can't go off on a ramble about authority rn I'm unnormal about him sadly but I have so many words in my brain about him and all the other skills ue ue ue
i should post images...
i did some doodles in my book too when i was working but. eeeh? wasn't really sure if this was what you were after either... also I always take an opportunity to draw encyclopedia hi ency hi. i love throwing ency at the other skills i love thinking about skill interactions
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don't mind the date on the last image I accidentally dated it 1st jan instead of 1st feb and couldn't be fucked to fix it. as I said, Old (can i even say stuff is old if it's a month old. uhm. wll i changed my art style so it counts)
parcark: nobody else is autistic about DE skills like you are they won't want to see them blorbified in an ooc but funny way. also parcark:
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this was not worth a month's wait. oops.
COUGHCOUGH BY THE WAY . volition design is from @tubrasko (this wasnt the image i asked you abt btw i'm doing a larger one than this RN!!!! grins) suggestion design is from @vesli1 sorry for butchering your boy a bit I only had a pen my pencil broke 💔 empathyyy i stole from @trialofasphodel waves at you Hi ! i know both of u have seen these imgs b4 btw srry for re @ ing you the auth and drama designs are froommmm spilledkaleidoscope I won't @ that's scary.cough
love him. ok bye anon !! i hope you don't mind i know these aren't the best quality o7
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anton-luvr · 1 year ago
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can you do childhood enemies to lovers with sungchan please 🤞 i love ur writing!!
# MR. CONSIDERATE.
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𖦹 childhood enemy!sungchan x fem!reader | fluff | ce2l au 𖦹 note ; tysm for requesting anon!! i had so much fun writing this i love sungchan </3 thank u for waiting and i hope u like it!
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Sungchan's yawn changes into a frown when he notices the pair of unfamiliar shoes by the door.
His aunt never mentioned about having guests over.
Thinking he had to endure another awkward social interaction, Sungchan sighs as he takes off his own shoes.
Don't get him wrong, he loves his aunt to bits.
But oftentimes, the friends she had over would nag him till his ears were ringing, endless questions about his college and non-existent dating life thrown his way.
So when he steps into the hallway to see that it's only a girl about his age with his sister in the living room, he's instantly relieved.
Until he notices his aunt is nowhere in sight.
"Somin," he calls out suspiciously, making his way over to the living room. "I'm home!"
The little girl squeals in delight, and she rushes over to hug Sungchan tightly. "'Chan, meet my new friend!" she says excitedly, pointing at you.
The smile on Sungchan's face freezes.
When he last saw you more than ten years ago, he had celebrated the fact that he would never have to see you again, but here you were: standing in his aunt's living room and staring right back at him.
Memories rush through his mind like a rollercoaster: childish fights over ice-cream, competitive glares exchanged when the teacher gave back your grades, and the promise he made to himself to hate you forever.
"S-Sungchan?" you sputtered, snapping him out of his thoughts. "What are you doing here?"
And just like he used to, Sungchan gets defensive. "What are you doing here? This is my aunt's house." he asks back, tone sharp and bringing an edge of hostility.
"She's the new babysitter!" Somin replies, unaware of the situation. "Her name is Y/N, isn't she nice?"
"Y/N, this is my brother! His name is Sungchan." Somin continues, grinning brightly at you.
You bite on your tongue to hold back from snapping back at Sungchan, feigning a surprised expression in response to Somin's introduction.
"Okay, bye! I need to go watch TV now." she sings, dashing off.
A heavy silence settles between the both of you as she leaves you alone, and Sungchan fakes a cough to break it.
"Sorry about that." he muttered.
"Oh, it's fine." you lie, shifting uncomfortably on your feet.
Sungchan shakes his head strongly at this, making his way into the kitchen.
"No, it's not. It's our first time meeting after forever, and this is how I treat you." he sighs. "Here, let me get you something to drink."
Not saying another word, you simply follow him into the small but cozy kitchen.
You watch as he pulls out two cans of soda from the fridge, and a small smile rests on your lips when you recognize the brand.
"I didn't know they still sold these sodas." you said, sliding into a seat by the kitchen counter.
They had been the most popular ones when you were a kid, and you would save your allowance to buy them during the scorching summers.
Sungchan makes a huffing noise as he places them on the counter, sliding one towards you. "You won't believe how expensive they are now." he complains. "It's almost five dollars a can!"
Hearing him complain like a grumpy middle-aged man, you couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asks, confused as he takes a sip from his can.
"You sound like an old man." you giggle, pretending to dodge when Sungchan picks up his soda as if to throw it at you.
The silence from earlier returns as your laughter dies down, and you wrack your brain to think of something to say.
Thankfully, Sungchan beats you to it.
"So... how's life? How have you been?" he asks.
Shrugging, you take a sip. "Not much. I'm on summer break from college, so I thought I'd earn some money at it while resting."
Sungchan hums, leaning back on his chair.
"And my aunt hired you to babysit my sister? Yikes." he mumbles jokingly.
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "I see that you're still the same, huh?" you retort.
As if you had accused him of a great crime, Sungchan gasps and dramatically clutches at his chest. "Hey, if this was us back then, we'd already be fighting and screaming at each other on the floor!"
The fact that it's happened before makes you chuckle, shaking your head.
It was crazy to think about how you used to hate him with all your guts, but here you were, having a conversation with him in his aunt's kitchen.
And as if on cue, you hear the front door rattle open and the loud chatter of ladies fill up the house.
"Oh God," Sungchan groans, mortified as he buries his face in his hands. "My aunt brought her friends over again."
You didn't understand his reaction till they swarmed over, chatting away like a coop of chickens.
"Oh wow, who's this gorgeous lady?" one of the ladies asked, waving enthusiastically at you.
"Is this your girlfriend? You never told us you had one!" another lady teases, whacking Sungchan on the shoulder.
He chokes on his soda, shaking his head frantically. "W-We're just friends! She was taking care of Somin, that's all!"
"Hmm, and maybe she can take care of you too!" one of them adds in, smirking at Sungchan.
"Someone's turning red!" Sungchan's aunt notices, laughing along.
Sure enough, his face was the color of a strawberry. Embarrassed, he stands up quickly, pulling you up with him by the hand.
"Okay, it's getting late, I have to take her home." he rambles, tugging you after him as he squeezes his way to the door.
"You do?" you echo, following him in surprise.
"Aw, our Sungchan is all grown up! He's bringing a girl home, how sweet!" one of the lady coos, and Sungchan's eye twitches.
"Bye!" he shouts, slamming the door shut behind the both of you.
All noise fades the moment he does, and the peace of the night wraps around you like a hug.
"Sorry about that. My aunt's friends are... something." Sungchan mumbles, annoyed.
"It's fine." you say. You were sure you had at least five aunts from your family who were the same, if not worse.
"Wait, but are you actually going to take me home?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at the brown haired boy.
Eyes widening, Sungchan plants his hands on his hips. "Of course I am! What kinda douchebag do you think I am to let you go home alone in the dark?" he scoffs, seemingly offended.
Shrugging, you laugh as you walk away. "Well, let's go then, Mr. Considerate."
He catches up to you with a "Hey, wait for me!", your footsteps falling together in a rhythm as you make your way home.
"Anyways, how about you? How's life?" you ask.
Sungchan hums at this, kicking a random rock on the sidewalk. "It's good. I'm finishing up my degree in engineering, then I'll probably start working."
"Oh, cool!" you say softly. "I would never have guessed you wanted to be an engineer." you laugh. "You were so obsessed with being a fireman back then."
Your words unlock another memory for Sungchan, and he smiles to himself.
Silence falls between the both of you again, but it felt more comfortable this time.
And as you continue walking together, Sungchan can't help but look at you from the corner of his eye, the old hatred softening away into unfamiliar adoration.
And he realized his aunt's friends were right. You really were gorgeous.
Your eyes still had the mischievous glint he used to hate, your cheeks a soft pink from the cool autumn breeze, while the orange street lamps overhead cast a soft glow on you - almost like an angel.
His face burns in realisation when he catches himself admiring you, and Sungchan's about to slap himself when you stop in your tracks.
"Alright, this is it. Thanks for walking me back." you smile, pointing at the apartment complex you stayed at.
Sungchan smiles back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "No problem," he says. "It was nice seeing you again."
You nod, waving as you walk up to the entrance.
"Goodnight!" you call, pulling out your access card.
But the beep of verification has barely gone through when it's cut off by Sungchan, shouting.
"Y/N, wait!" he calls.
"Do you want to go get a coffee or something tomorrow? J-Just to catch up." he stutters, eyes shining with what seems to be nervous anticipation.
"Sure," you say immediately, surprising yourself. "Text me the details?"
"I don't have your number though." Sungchan says, smiling sheepishly.
You face palm yourself, dumbfounded. "Sorry," you laugh awkwardly, taking his phone from his outstretched hand.
He watches in amusement as you type in your number, failing at least twice because you kept pressing the wrong number keys.
God, you were so cute.
"Still struggling with numbers?" Sungchan teases when you pass his phone back to him, and you slap his arm. "I passed math in high school, get it right." you scold lightly.
He grins, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Well, you can tell me all about it tomorrow," he says casually.
His words make your cheeks warm up, and you nod.
"Bye!" you call out, stepping into the lift.
Sungchan waves back as the lift doors close, and he can't help but smile like an idiot.
It seems like he wasn't going to hate you forever after all.
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callmegaith · 6 days ago
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I want to know more about your rebels. From the art I've seen, they look very interesting. Tell me more!
ANON 😭😭 THATS SO SWEET OF YOU THANK U SM!!
Well, there are 4 characters that make up a squad. You have:
Pete:
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Nate is the youngest in the squad and the most naive. All he wants to do, really, is survive this whole thing. He just wants to see the sunrise on a brand new day where the Combine no longer exist on earth. He's pretty optimistic about it too which Pete and Marcel often disagree with but ya know, let the man dream. He's the chill laid back joker of the group and the life of the party. The most social out of them but not necessarily the best talker... And he talks... A lot. Like, nonstop. Marcel thinks it's because he's constantly trying to fill his mind with other stuff other than their shitty situation cuz the moment he shuts up he's gonna have to think about it and he's going to collapse. So they just let him ramble. He's a big fan of collecting things (both he and Pete are but he started their collection) some might even view him as a hoarder. Like you'd find him collecting pizza boxes and other useless things simply because... Well, those things don't exist now. They're "relics" of a life pre-war. And he finds that interesting, it brings him comfort even.
Marcel and Kit:
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2 for one, those two cannot be separated (for Marcel's own good)
Marcel is the medic of the group. He's the oldest in the squad and the most pessimistic. Kit met Marcel when he found him dying on the ground (that's a comic you may or may not have read. I'll link the comics at the end of the ask) after saving his life, the two became inseparable. Marcel is in a very dark place mentally and thus has become extremely fragile. If you ask him, he'd tell you he's not suicidal, he just wouldn't mind not waking up the next day. Kit keeps Marcel safe, both from the Combine, zombies, and whatever threats, but also from himself. Kit wants to give Marcel purpose and a reason to keep living, something to make the days easier to get through, and becoming a medic was that for Marcel. He gets to save lives and it gives him a sense of meaning. It doesn't make him value his own life or anything, but he's at least living to do something good.
Marcel might come off as hostile and aggressive or just very uncaring but, in fact, he cares a lot. You just have to get past his nonchalantness and dig pretty deep to find that part of him. Kit understands he's probably just building walls to protect himself. He doesn't want anyone getting close so no one would miss him when he's gone. But obviously that doesn't work cuz, lmao, Kit ignores that. Tbh Kit doesn't need to bind life force with Marcel to die if Marcel dies. If Marcel dies Kit will likely just die of a broken heart.
That aside, Marcel finds Kit's views on life very intriguing, he's very interested in the Vort philosophical approach to life and death, and the way they form bonds, more spiritually than anything else. And he does end up having that bond with Kit, something so connected to what feels like a greater and higher thing than they are. So cosmic in its nature that it is hard to comprehend. To him, there's something so beautiful and profound about that. It's the idea that one day they will be embraced by that greater thing, so they may become a part of it, but it will happen when their time comes and they're called upon by the cosmos. He's just waiting for that day to come now.
If you'd like to see more of the characters you'll find everything under the tag (HL: change begins with us) or specific characters under: ( oc: Pete, Nate as male 07, Marcel as male 09, kit the Vortigaunt)
If you haven't seen the comics and wanna give em a read:
This is one lore dump and a half but hope you find it interesting, anon. :D again, thank u sm for your interest and curiosity. It means a lot to me!!
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no chances part three | ellie williams
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˗ˏˋ"and what is it that you think you do to me?" ´ˎ˗
pairing: ellie x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on the court. warnings: 18+ foul langauge, sexual decriptions, (eventual) smut between ellie n reader, ellie n reader smoke (thanks anon for the idea) an: U GUYSSSSS i adore that u all love this series so much thank u sm for the support its been overwhelming!! i appreciate everything sm :)) i hope u guys like this part, part four should be out later this week as well bc the tension is too high w these two buttt yahhhh ily guys enjoy
it had been nearly three weeks since the night in the hotel. the morning after had been awkward, after you both were fully awake and aware of your actions you didn’t speak of it, getting in your respective cabs and finally going home. you exchanged awkward byes, dreading the games to come in the upcoming weeks. 
the first game a week after was barely tolerable and ellie thought she was going to explode. she didn’t dare to make eye contact with you across the court in fear she would see the sleepy eyes that had looked at her so softly that morning and not be able to play right. your team won that week and you hadn’t teased ellie the whole game. you caught quick glances, seeing if she would look back at you but she never did, her hands firm on her hips and staring into the ceiling every free second she had. this carried on to the next game a week later and with every look not returned from her the hatred in your chest would grow.
you couldn’t place how you felt about it, the kiss, her hands on you and the very intimate cuddling in the small bed. how she is capable of actually being kind and you wondered what it would be like if circumstances were different. if she wasn’t someone who raised so much anger inside of you you never thought possible, but despite everything inside of you telling you to stop your mind always wandered to her. on the contrary, ellie knew how she felt. somewhere deep down she knew, but her pride was in the forefront of her mind and she didn’t allow herself to remember how sweet you smelled and how cute her sweats looked on you. ellie dismissed the thoughts every time, trying to remember just how angry you made her and for the most part it always worked. 
now it was the third game, three weeks after that night and ellie was desperately trying not to search for you in the clump that was your team on the sidelines. but her eyes darted, trying to see the black libero shirt in the sea of white ones. the game was nearly about to start and for a second she was disappointed she couldn’t find you but the gym doors burst open just as she was about to look away. you came in, hastily running over to your team and wiping your cheeks free of tears. 
ellie’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched you, even from far away she could see your eyes were puffy, your breathing slightly heavier than normal and she straightened her posture. it’s as if your team didn’t even notice your state and as your coach dismissed everyone to take their places on the court you took your spot in the back row, using your hand to wipe away the final tears that had fallen. 
for the first time in weeks ellie caught your eyes, tilting her head ever so slightly and raising her eyebrows. unlike her soft demeanor, you shot back daggers at her, your face resting in a grimace before refocusing your eyes elsewhere. maybe if she had acted like you existed before now your reaction would be different, but all you saw was the girl who had made your life in volleyball harder than it needed to be and in this moment you hated her for it. you hated her for kissing you, for giving you her own sweatpants, for cuddling with you. for everything. ellie was so caught up with you now that she finally allowed herself to look at you that she barely noticed when her team sent the first serve over the net. 
your outside hitter set the ball up to you and usually ellie’s eyes would remain on the ball but all she could see was you and your puffy eyes. something was obviously bothering you and ellie worried it was her who had caused this but quickly shook the thought from her head. she glared while you jumped up, stretching your hand and sending the ball back to her side with a hard smack. with all the rage inside of you from the day you had and now ellie, the ball went hurdling at her head and she couldn’t manage to hit it back up and it ricocheted out of bounds. 
the whistle blew indicating a point for your team and ellie’s eyes found yours again. this time your usual teasing expression was back while ellie’s mouth hung open in shock, her arms extending as if to say, what the fuck? “sorry,” you mouthed across the net, making sure she understood you perfectly. ellie bit down on her lips and decided to ignore you while the competitive nature in her stirred. somehow this felt more personal, like it wasn’t just a game anymore. 
your team served flawlessly, aiming the ball to the back left corner of ellie’s side. her team was able to get it over the net without her help but it was seconds before it was back in her court and she had to splat onto the ground to save it from touching the floor. her stomach skidded, her shirt doing little to protect her skin and it burned as she stood up. she barely registered it, the ball was moving too fast for her to notice and now she was determined to win this game. her scholarship the furthest from her mind, it was only to spite you. 
the white ball was passed between you and your team, your opposite hitter smashing it over the net but ellie’s own middle blocker sprung up and deflected the ball back into your court. you sprinted, falling to your knees as you hit it back up and over the net somehow. ellie huffed, feeling the adrenaline of the game as the ball came to her and her team expected a normal set from her but she had other plans. with you flustered from saving the ball, ellie took this as her opportunity and spiked the ball as hard as she could towards you. her own aim never being as precise as yours but this time the odds were in her favor and it came barreling towards you. 
you tried to save it but you fell short and the ball came to the ground harshly. you groaned as the whistle blew, picking yourself up and placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath, and your aggravation. feeling proud of herself, ellie took the praise from her teammates, high fiving those who offered and redirected her eyes to you shortly after. she had forgotten about her feelings in the rush of the unspoken competition between the two of you and a smirk formed on her lips. she dramatically lowered her hands to her knees, copying your stance, breathing extra heavy to mock you. there was a nagging voice in her head telling her to stop but she didn’t stop herself from mouthing clearly, “whose fault is that?”
you straightened, balling your fists at your sides as the referee blew his whistle and ellie’s team served the ball. it went back and forth and inevitably resulted in a point for your team when ellie’s middle blocker couldn’t stop the ball in time. ellie tried to meet your gaze but you didn’t dare, staring at the back of your teammates legs instead. you knew she would get you sat on the bench if she angered you anymore and you were desperate to win this game. ellie’s tongue pierced her cheeks when you didn’t. unlike the last two games, ellie spent the rest of the match trying to get you to look at her while you did everything not to. 
nearing the end of the match during a brief break, your coach pulled you to the side and ellie saw this as she sipped on her water. the two of you exchanged words and she couldn’t hear what you were saying but it was obvious you were angry, thrashing your arms around like you had at the lady in the hotel. while your coach was trying to calmly ration with you, you pushed past him bumping his shoulder and storming out of the gym. she looked back at her team and then to the doors that shut behind you. “fuck,” she whispered to herself, not believing what she was about to do. placing her water down on the bench, her feet started towards the exit to the gym. 
“williams, were about to start!” her coach hollered behind her and ellie barely turned around, not stopping. 
“not feeling well! send in someone else!” her words rushed out of her as she pushed open the double doors. her coach tried to respond but ellie was already out of the gym and he had no choice but to replace her as the game started. ellie heard the muffled whistle in the halls as she searched for you, her eyes moving to every corner you could possibly be hiding in but coming up short. 
her body led her to the bathroom and she cracked the door open just a bit to see you standing in front of the sink, your hands placed on the rims for balance. you hadn’t noticed and she shut the door again, standing outside of it contemplating her next course of action. what the fuck am i doing? and before she could come up with a good reason to go back into the gym, she opened the door and slowly entered the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind her. your head turned, seeing her and you scoffed bringing your head back down and wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. “the hell do you want?” you snarled, not looking at her.  
ellie blinked, stunned by your words and she fiddled with her hands. “okay then–” she muttered, turning on her heel and reaching for the handle to the door. usually she wouldn’t be so shocked by your hostility and she wasn’t sure why she expected you to be kind, but it tugged at her heart more than she would like to ever admit.
she had just grazed it when you spoke again, this time much softer. “i didn’t mean– fuck. i’m sorry,” you turned your body towards her and she did the same, her hand leaving the handle to the bathroom. “my coach is a dick.” you admitted, sniffing the tears back and letting your hands go up and crash down at your sides. 
“is that what’s actually bothering you?” ellie asked, unsure if she wanted to know the real answer but she could feel it was something more. she feared it was her and she wouldn’t blame you if it was. 
you laughed at the thought, looking back down at your hands. “aren’t you missing the game?” you asked her, avoiding her question and she sighed, dropping her shoulders. 
“if this is about me i–” 
“not everything is about you, ellie,” you lied to her, rolling your eyes in the process. your parents had spoken to you before the game, telling you how disappointed they were with how you’ve been playing recently. they were always nit-picky, usually it didn’t bother you, but when they mentioned how your eyes were always glued to the opposing libero instead of the ball it sent you overboard. you hadn’t even realized how distracted ellie made you the past couple weeks with her staring up at the ceiling and not returning the usual teases across the court. it infuriated you how clueless she was, even if she was acting. you sighed, “go back to the game.” 
“i don’t believe you,” she shook her head, annoyed with your blatant attempt to dismiss her. “if it’s about me just tell m–” 
“god, why do you even care?” you exclaimed harshly, you had spun back around to face her, your hands motioning with your words. “you couldn’t even look at me for weeks! you obviously don’t like me, so why are you here?” 
“i couldn’t look at you because i need my scholarship!” she shouted back, dropping the softness that she had entered the room with. “the one fucking game i do and look where i am!” her hands motioned to you and you scoffed as the words left her mouth. 
“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” your arms crossed over your chest, staring at the girl in front of you. 
she blinked at you, contemplating her words until she let out a low sarcastic chuckle, “you know what? i don’t fucking care–” she turned, pulling open the door with such force it bounced off the wall behind it. she left the bathroom in a hurry and you were quick to follow her into the hallway. she did care but faced with admitting that to you made her stomach turn and she was determined to avoid it, and you. she stomped through the hallway, hearing you storm after her. she was nearing the exit doors when you finally spoke up. 
“it’s about you!” your voice reverberated off the empty hallway walls. you both could hear the game still being played in the distance, the muffled sound of the whistle made it’s way to the secluded hallway but it was ignored. ellie stopped in her tracks, her hand just on the handle to the exit. “you kissing me, you holding me!” your shouts were loud but your voice seemed sad almost, and ellie turned around. “then you just fucking avoid me like it was nothing?” 
“it was nothing–” she huffed, trying to convince herself of her own words. 
“i don’t believe you,” you repeated the phrase she used on you and took a risky step forward. “if it was nothing you’d be playing right now.” 
she sighed and her voice dropped to a quiet one, “whatever,” she knew you were right, that if it had truly meant nothing to her she wouldn’t have followed you into the bathroom. she wouldn’t have even cared if you were upset, but she did. and misplaced her anger for herself onto you because of it. she shoved open the exit door and let it slam behind her. you just watched her through the small slit windows in the door as she descended the steps and walked into the parking lot. 
ellie wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just admit to it; how often she replayed that night in her head. how it distracted her even in the most mundane of tasks. studying for an exam and the image of you sleeping on top of her clouded anything else in her mind. it overwhelmed her on the daily and during the games it felt almost unbearable, trying to focus on homework and all she could think about was your hands wrapped around her to pull her closer. how easily she had made you moan into her mouth, why kissing you felt like the most exciting thing she has done in the whole world. 
it’s like she couldn’t accept defeat, even though defeat looked like the most prized possession in the whole world. 
you sat in the hallway for a few moments after she disappeared from view. you bit down on your lip as her words echoed in your head. after expelling most of your anger out to her you were left with an unfamiliar feeling in your chest. it was similar to how you felt in the bathroom with her three weeks ago, only now it felt heavier. more unbalanced. you had started walking back towards the gym and as you got closer to the doors, the feeling that plagued you pulled you back.
taking in a deep breath you spun around, walking back towards the door she had left out of. you weren’t sure if continuing the conversation would make it go away, but as you pushed open the doors it felt less overwhelming. the cold air hitting you in the face as you did and your eyes scanned the parking lot. it was a lot colder than it was a few weeks ago, snow covered the ground lightly which somehow almost made it bright outside despite the dark sky above you. your eyes landed on the only figure in the lot, leaned up against a car in the far left. you crossed your arms, the cold already bothering you and you started to move towards her. her back was to you while she stared into the abyss that was the woods beside the lonely parked car. as you approached her, smoke was circling the air above her before dissipating with the wind. 
you stopped a few feet from the car, watching for a moment while she sucked on the blunt in her fingers, she hadn’t noticed you and you almost felt guilty about interrupting her thoughts. “thats illegal, you know,” you breathed out, keeping your voice soft in an attempt to actually talk to her. her head snapped back, her eyes rolling as soon as she saw who stood behind her. 
“you gonna tattle on me?” she questioned coldly, returning her focus to the woods and shifting her weight to the other foot. 
“not if you share, at least.” you moved so you were next to her, leaning against the back of what you assumed to be her car. she sighed, passing over the tightly wound blunt. “this your car?” 
she nodded, “i don’t trust the bus anymore,” there was a beat of silence before she continued, “i don’t get you.” she muttered, looking down at her feet. 
“well, that we can agree on,” you inhaled the smoke, “because i don’t get you either.” 
it was quiet like it had been on the walk that night, only now you two weren’t forced to be in each others presence, but neither of you made any attempt to leave. you inhaled again before passing it back to her and she immediately reached for it. her fingers lingered above yours before being yanked back and she took her own drag, exhaling the smoke into the air once again. 
“i never intended for this, you know,” she spoke beside you while handing you the blunt. her eyes didn’t meet yours as she did, they remained firm facing forward. 
“for what?” you asked innocently, feeling the high creeping up on you while you inhaled again, pushing the smoke back out to be swallowed by the wind. 
ellie was high herself, feeling relaxed even with you by her side and her words came easy to her, despite the small sober part of her brain begging her to stop talking. “i don’t like you on the court, but that doesn’t mean i wanna see you upset.” 
your head turned to face her at her confession, if you weren’t inebriated you probably would have shot back a gloating comment but this didn’t feel like the time. before you could respond, she kept going, “i couldn’t look at you because… you just don’t know what you do to me.” 
your eyes soften at her words and she finally looks at you, her red eyes squinty but filled with an emotion you couldn’t recognize, similar to the one in your chest that has been throbbing with every moment in her presence. “and what is it that you think you do to me?” you asked her quietly, your eyes going back and forth between hers. 
her eyes left yours to find your lips and you found yourself leaning into her. she did the same, pulling herself closer to you to connect your lips. your faces were inches apart, eyes fluttering closed when you two heard the front doors to the building opening, and both teams spilled out in chatter. it had pulled your focus, and your head swiveled to the doors but ellie’s eyes remained on you.
the crowd split into two, forcing their way onto the buses that sat outside the doors. you turned back to ellie, whose eyes never left you and she was still inches from your face. “i should go,” you spoke, a twinge of sadness lacing your tone, but following it up with a joke to suppress it, “don’t wanna miss the bus again.” 
you turned to leave, barely making it one step before her hand wrapped around your wrist. butterflies erupted in your stomach at her touch and you spun back around. “let me drive you back?” you had never seen her this way, her whole demeanor was the complete opposite of her usual hardness and it almost stunned you. 
“ellie you don’t hav–” 
“it’s the least i can do.” without so much of a second thought, you nodded. ellie gently took the blunt back from you, putting it out on the pavement. as you climbed into her car, the smell reminded you of her sweatpants. as her car warmed up, you watched as the buses left the parking lot leaving you two behind yet again. without knowing, you both were thinking the same thing: what am i doing?
part four
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fhrlclln · 1 year ago
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hi I saw u were doing Miguel O'Hara requests, can u do masc or Gn reader x Miguel and him reacting to you being super motherly/fatherly to a kitten
miguel o’hara x gn! reader
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OOOH THIS IS CUTEEEE and i made the kitten to be spider-cat lol hope u don’t mind anon HAHAHSHSH.
。・:*˚:✧。
the soft purring and gentle cooing from the lounge in the headquarters caught miguel’s sensitive hearing as he quirks a brow at it. it was odd to hear some commotion inside the headquarters this late at night when all recruits were at home in their respective dimensions, only a few lounging somewhere in the cafeteria sure but certainly not at this time at night.
“aww, you’re just the cutest little thing aren’t you!” your voice echoed throughout the room, causing miguel to stop in his tracks.
“you’re just a baby, a lil teeny-weeny baby, yes you are—“ the pitch of your tone heightened at this nauseating squeal of some sort as he takes a look st what’s going on in there.
well, there you are, rocking his recruit in your arms as if it was a baby. too distracted you were to notice miguel standing by the hall as you continued petting spider-cat, making sure to rub his chin as he purred in your grasp as you smiled widely hearing the pleasing sounds coming from him. miguel watches in amusement as he stays there, seeing you sway gently, humming some tune, a lullaby maybe. the damn cat was loving it as miguel rolls his eyes, maybe a lil jealous you’re so soft with the cat. but you look cute, maybe extra cuter if you had a baby in your grasp— nope. miguel stops himself from thinking that embarrassingly as he interrupts, knocking on the wall to get your attention and spider-cat’s. a little smug in the inside as he sees the cat hiss at the interruption but he remains passive in his expression.
“don’t baby my recruit too much. 999, get back to work.” miguel points to the cat as you huff at him.
“now.” he commands as spider-cat hops off your arms disappointed, glaring at miguel.
“oh miguel, he needed some good rubs after a hard mission, am i right?” you frowned and pouted as spider-cat gave a affirming meow with that as miguel sighed as you walk alongside him, interlocking your arm with his as you waved bye to the little kitty. laughing a little hearing the grumpy mumbles from the man beside you as you pinch his large bicep.
“you don’t give me that after missions.“
“you’re so grumpy.”
。・:*˚:✧。
he lil jealous ‘s all <3
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