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potheadkiki · 5 months ago

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HII... hear me out. Pool sex with katsuki..??

I know you want pool sex but honestly sex in one of those hot springs sounds so much better

⚠Warning⚠

18+ content

Bakugo being a simp but refusing to admit it

Pet names (princess, angel, babe, etc)

Some slut shaming but it's fine

Chubby reader

Bakugo is 6'4

Reader is goth

Marijuana

Reader has the ability to sonic scream similar to black Canary

Side note I am taking more requests if anyone is interested

After UA everyone is class 1-a kept in close contact. Coincidentally both you and Bakugo are in neighboring agencies and see each other quite often at mixers and group parties. One day both agencies claimed that after the most recent villain attack that everyone needed to take a break so each company decided that every hero draw a number and the two heroes that drew the same number would leave for a week to go to an all expenses paid spa with traditional rooms and a private hot spring bath. Today was no different, everyone is lined up and as one of the assistants comes along with a jar everyone grabs a piece of paper, today's number was 78, unfolding your little piece your heart stops, 78 in bold is staring back at you, stepping forward claiming the first spot wondering who you'll be going to the resort with. The agency is on FaceTime and you watch as Bakugo steps forward on the screen holding the same number as you and you feel as your stomach flips your going to be alone with him for a week, he'll be in one of those kimonos and as you imagine it your face heats up. You've been in love with this guy ever since your days at UA he'd never see you that way of course you may be smart and have a sonic scream but you're also a slacker pot head from the US. You hear as everyone cheers for you and congratulates you on being able to take the week off with Bakugo no less. Finishing up the rest of your shift trying to ignore all the comments everyone is making some rude or snarky, your friends however made encouraging remarks and how this could be your chance to seduce him. As your day comes to an end your phone vibrates looking at it your heart races

Bakugo: Guess you're gonna be in my space for a week huh?

Reading the message you laugh he hasn't changed really

You:Yeah I guess so huh you'll just have to forgive me

You reply attempting to be a little flirty but also keep the same energy

Bakugo: I'll find some way you can make it up to me don't worry

Reading that your heart is basically in your asshole I mean how are you supposed to respond to that. You're going to be alone with him and now the entire time this will be all you can fucking think about.

You: yeah you do that lol

You reply trying to defuse the situation and not think about having the best sex life could possibly give you

Bakugo: oh don't doubt me I will

You have no idea what to say simply telling him that you'll see him in the morning and to sleep well.

--next day

You make your way to the agencies where they have a company car that they'll give you unfortunately you don't have your license so that means Bakugo will have to drive he just scoffs at that but you smile

Putting your things in the trunk you're kinda nervous honestly the only bathing suit you have is a bikini with mushrooms that is kinda low cut. Grabbing the special blanket with dragons on it that you've had since high school and need with to sleep successfully, slipping in the passenger seat getting comfy. Bakugo seeing this and scoffing again before saying

"Look at you fucking passenger princess ass" you blush at that he wasn't being mean or rude

"It's a three hour drive bakugo I wanna be comfy"you say shyly holding your blanket close to your chest

"Yeah yeah whatever get comfy then princess it's gonna be a long drive" he says placing the car in reverse putting his hand on the back of your seat watching as he turns his head to see where he's going before pulling out of the parking spot once he's out he puts the car in drive and your face goes red not only did he just call you princess but he did that thing when driving too not realizing the smirk on his face as he pulls on the highway the smirk of victory.

Bakugo has been thinking about this since yesterday morning he's going to get a week with you alone completely. He's basically been in love with you ever since you transferred to the hero course here in Japan. You're smart, kind, beautiful, and you rarely care what others think of you and he loves that. He's aware you smoke it helps with your quirk apparently. He has discovered that he has quite a thing for watching you smoke. The way you purse your lips and inhale, the way you lick your lips when dry, the way the smoke escapes past your lips. Fuck he needs to focus on driving he can't be hard right now. Taking a quick glance towards you he sees you cuddle up with said blanket, only one earbud in with something playing on your phone, you however seem interested. He doesn't want that. He wants to talk to you, he wants to be at the center of your attention. He knows its toxic and crazy since he himself needs to focus on driving but that doesn't mean they can't talk. Right?

"Put your phone down and talk to me. If I fall asleep at the wheel it's your damn fault." He says glancing in your direction.

"If this is your way of asking for me to start a conversation with you then I definitely feel like you could have done that differently but okay" you say huffing out a laugh before continuing the conversation

"What's the first thing you want to do when you get? I know personally I want to soak in that gorgeous hot spring maybe smoke a little joint, if its okay with you of course." He watches you say that with a cheeky smile. Maybe he'll join you this week is after all supposed to be relaxing and that does sound quite nice.

"what a dumb question of course imma see if they have a gym" you rolling your eyes thinking naturally

"Then find some to eat maybe and maybe in between everything I'll join you if I feel like it of course." He says side eyeing you with a slight smile only to catch that you're sporting a similar cheeky smile with pink cheeks. And that's how it went for the next three hours idle chit chat and stupid questions mostly. So when he pulls up to this large log house that has steaming chimney your pupils basically turn into hearts. It's gorgeous the way the sun hits against the large mountains and shines through the trees god you never want to leave and you haven't even stepped into the building.

Once you've both registered with secretary and got your room key (turns out its one of those two in one rooms with a single bamboo room divider) but bakugo opted for just opening the divider doors claiming they'res just more space this way they would have had to share the hot spring anyways since it's a connected room and all. Most of the time they were assigned to people with relativity large families or two pro heroes on vacation. He watches in amusement as your eyes light up again before turning back around and clapping your hands together exclaiming 'right' turning your head to face him giving a soft smile

"I'm about to pack a cone and change into my bikini would you like to join me for a soak and smoke if will" He rolls his eyes at that god you can be so corny sometimes but he listens as you go on

"Then we could find some place to eat or order in either or I don't care"

"yea whatever just let me know when you're done I'm not gonna sit around in my damn trunk" He says with a slight blush thinking of the two of you together alone in a steamy bath while you wear a bikini, fuck he feels like a teenager again and he hates it. He manages to busy himself which in hindsight could have been a mistake because when he hears you clear your throat, whipping his head around he's faced with you in a mushroom styled bikini top that hugs your tits perfectly, realizing just how big they are considering you usually wear large/baggie t-shirts, and a simple pair of black bottoms that hug your ass perfectly, letting a groan slip past his lips as he stands up quickly

"Jesus woman you scared the shit out of me, just wait for me outside I'll be out there in like 10 minutes" he says not making eye contact with you as he walks away. You step outside washing yourself off before heading over and sitting at the edge with your feet dangling into the water, gently moving your feet back and and forth in a swishing motion making sure no water actually splashes up at you, not yet at least, lighting a joint with wet hands is a real bitch, your thoughts only really stopping when you hear the pitter patter of bakugos bare feet against the smooth rock turning your head you give him a smile

"Hey I waited for you before smoking I wasn't sure if you wanted to or not but if you did we could share" You say with that stupid smile while holding up said joint and an ORAGNE lighter he doesn't know why but it makes his heart jump at the thought that maybe you bought it thinking of him little does he know how right he actually is.

"Okay jesus let me rinse off first before you start rushing me" Rolling your eyes at this but giving a slight okay anyways. You can't help as your eyes follow his every movement watching as his back muscles flex and constrict due to his movements. Blush enveloping your face and a little of your neck god your going to be spending a week here with this man. Bakugo being a little tipsy as he took some shots of Soju to help calm his nerves but its doing the exact opposite maybe smoking will help he thinks when he smells it, the potent stench of marijuana. Turning his head he watches as you stand up water splashing as you walk towards him with the joint between your lips gently sucking and exhaling the smoke, he watches as your hips sway walking towards him, getting close to his face pushing said joint up against his lips as a silent plea to open his mouth and when he does you get a full whiff of alcohol and you take a step back as you look at him

"Were you in there drinking? Whats up? You know you can tell me anything right?" You say leaning down a little to make sure you force eye contact since he's been avoiding it. You watch as he groans and takes a hit before coughing slightly and handing the joint back to you without saying anything he steps into the water submerging himself halfway into the steaming water before looking back at you as a silent way of asking if your coming or not and you do walking over and you sit next to him smoking the joint a little, looking at him as he scratches the back of his neck almost ashamed, opening his mouth but he doesn't say anything so you hand him the joint again, he's clearly nervous, taking it from your hand he inhales harshly handing it back to you as he falls into a small coughing fit. Watching as he sputters a little, laughing at him a little amused, getting in closer to gently rub his back and help calm his breathing again. Not realizing that in getting to close your breast have pressed up against his side in hopes of calming him down

"Okay i'm fine now so you can move" He says shifting away from you and you smile a little giving a short 'sorry' you say looking at him in hopes that since you moved away he would tell you whats wrong with him

"Okay so we met in ua and you've always been so annoying with that damn smile of yours and the way you laugh,being able to light up a room with a single twinkle from your eye and that isn't even your quirk, I remember thinking for a split moment that maybe you were just like icy-hot with two of em but no and even after all that your damn smile was still to bright. Then we got put in neighboring agencies and we drew this dumb fucking lottery" And threw this whole interaction you could tell he was getting frustrated and you weren't entirely sure where he was going with this but it clearly has something to do with pent up feelings so you grab his hands taking a leap of faith pushing them against your chest getting closer looking at him with pleading eyes

"Please don't stop. I want to hear what you have to say. All of it." You say holding his hands tight against your breast and you watch as he looks away a blush spreading to the tip of his ears

"Fuck I just- I don't know I'm still trying to figure how to say shit" he says quickly and you realize that's true he's always been a man of action

"Well don't say anything then" you say gripping his hands pressing your breasts harder into his arm getting closer, he looks at you thinking that maybe it's the alcohol or the weed but whatever it was he could feel his inhibition lowering along with his head as his lips connect with yours, groaning as you push your chest up against his, slipping into his lap as his arms wrap around your waist possessively squeezing you tight, pulling away you giggle at his possessiveness

"Why you squeezing me so tight?" You say laughing a little more and he hides his face in your breasts before mumbling something and you grip his hair a little which seems to get the memo as he pulls away

"Like hell I'm letting you go now" he mumbles hiding his face in your neck as his hips rut up against yours causing you to gasp out changing angles which puts his face right in between your breasts as his grip on you tightens and his rutting becomes rougher the water begins of the hot springs sloshing with his movements as you grip his hair grinding down and meeting his thrusts until he suddenly stops causing you to let out a whine and he pulls away from your chest much to his dismay chuckling

"I'm not cumming till I get to feel that pussy wrapped 'round me" he says almost slurred as his eyes droop grabbing your ass roughly as he picks you up sitting you on the stone side and you shiver arching your back against him

"It's cold Suki" you say whining as you feel goosebumps spread across your body and he just rolls his eyes

"You'll be fine. I gotta open you up baby" he says and you blush you've only had sex three times neither of them enjoyable which is something you should probably admit but you don't want to ruin the mood because you want to be with him and you can feel your mind running

"Hey speak up tell me to stop" he says and you grip his hand

"No! God no please. I want to be with you but I've only done this a couple of times and none of them enjoyable so I don't want to disappoint you with my own inexperience. But it's not like I think this will be bad or anything and that's another reason I'm nervous" you say but realize that you've been rambling quickly but you see as his eyebrows scrunch

"So you're worried that you won't be able to keep up and that basically I'm going to fuck you like no one else could?" He says kinda nonchalant and a blush spreads across your face at how he could simplify your insecurities in a crude way. But you giggle

"Yeah I guess kinda. I mean everyone talks about how good it can feel like leg shaking and it's scary and what if you leave after or think I make a weird face" you say giggling a little throwing your hands up in defeat

"Well I want to do with you no pressure, obviously, but I can also guarantee that I will make you feel good and like hell I'm leaving your ass I already got a taste of you." He says with a smile leaning in between your legs nibbling at your left ear

"You promise" you say a little wobble to your voice. His hands are exploring your thighs gripping, squeezing and even pinching at your thigh

"Trust me baby I fuckin promise you're stuck with me now." You giggle a little and he leans in kissing your cheek

"Okay well I'm done over thinking. You gonna fuck me now?" At that his lips connect with yours, his hips slotting between your thighs as one of his hands slips behind your back grabbing one of the loose strings pulling it untying the top. Once untied he slips the straps down your arms throwing your top somewhere, pulling away licking his lips as he grabs at your boobs kissing your chest before he moves his way down to your right breast. Holding your right breast up he gently suckles on the nipple as his left hand tugs and pinches at your other one. Feeling as he nibbles and bites at your nipple tugging with his teeth causing your back to arch and grip at his hair feeling him still grounding down on you. His left hand travels down your stomach and slips into your bottoms as his head moves towards your left nipple giving it the same attention and hickies. He pulls away slipping his hand out your pants causing you to whine in an exaggerated manner to show your disappointment.

"Cmon don't be a brat I gotta get you out of these" he says referring to your bottoms and you blush as his hands grab at the hem of them looking at you to indicate to lifting your hips up and you do listening happily at the implications. God the man you're in love is about to finger you and it turns out he feels the same way I mean like what? That's crazy?

"Mhm damn look that pussy baby"he says with a wicked grin leaning down getting into the water until he's face to face with your pussy feeling as it throbs while it clenches and unclenches around nothing covering your face in shame because you just know he can see it happen and judging by his laugh you're right.

"Mhm look at this desperate pussy clenching around nothing you're so desperate aren't you baby?" He asks clearly rhetorically since he doesn't wait for you to respond before he slips his pointer finger inside curling it up searching for that spongy spot inside and he can tell instantly when he finds it based on how you whine and clench your thighs around his head that was barely a breath away from your pussy almost feeling his breath fan against your most sensitive area. He laughs at your sensitivity deciding to add his middle finger repeating the same action curling his fingers upwards. Feeling his breath get closer and closer until you feel his tongue lick at your clit. Your head throws back, grabbing a fist full of his hair from the intense stimulation finding ground yourself to something as you feel his fingers move curl non stop and his lips suck and lick at your clit. Feeling as not only your thighs clench around his head but the knot in your stomach as well. Back arching deeper as his fingers do the same inside you so desperate to make you cum

"I'm-im gonna cum Suki fuck I can feel it!" You exclaim as your back gives out falling back against the stone as you cum on his face thighs shaking and convulsing as his fingers milk you for everything your worth. You feel as his fingers gently pull out whining at the loss. Whining about the stones being cold Bakugo laughs at you calling you a baby and you watch as he licks his lips as he grabs your wrists pulling you back into the water as he sits down on the middle step pulling you down with him landing on lap realizing he must have ditched his swimming trunks at some point looking down in the water blushing god he's so big

"Like what you see baby? This is what's gonna go inside you baby." He says whispering in your ear as he grinds his cock against your bare pussy. Gasping as you wrap your arms around his neck tight clearly nervous at the anticipation

"If you want to stop we can" he says clearly being able to sense your nervousness. But you pull away quickly

"No! I mean no. *you say gasping trying to keep your cool* I don't want to stop I'm just a little nervous. So please just be gentle with me" you say seductively grinding down and he groans

"God damn you're gonna be the death of me you know that?" And you giggle at the comment. Kissing his cheek

"Alright princess take a deep breath" he says lovingly as you feel him lift your hips gasping as you feel his cock rub at your clit before poking at your entrance

"Told you to breathe damnit" he says as he pushes his hips up against yours. Your head throws back again to the feeling of him stretching you open, his hands grip at your waist pushing you down as well to meet his hips until he's completely bottomed out inside you. He can feel as your breath hitches and your heart quickens

"Calm down" he says as you feel his right hand rub circles into your lower back. There's a proud smile on his face as he realizes that almost instantly you try to regain control of your breathing. God she's such a good girl he thinks. Feeling as you begin to move your hips grinding down slowly.

"Yeah baby? You gonna use me and my cock to please yourself?" He asks as he buries his face into your breasts sucking hickies into your sternum as his own hips begin to move. Water sloshing with the movement of both of you.

"Mhm you feel that baby? Are your thighs shaking for me?" He asks clearly proud of himself you both keep a steady pace as he fucks into you and you meet his thrusts feeling the pressure build again as your thighs do shake from the pleasure but they're beginning to burn your so fucking to close to cumming again you just can't keep going fuck

"Please- please *gasping* I can't keep doing it my thighs burn help me" you whine burying your face into his neck as you suck your own bruises into the skin. He groans at the feeling but you feel as his hand grab at your ass cheeks pulling them apart slightly as he begins fucking up against you roughly hitting your g-spot perfectly as his other hand slips between your bodies finding your clit and begins to play with it.

"Mhm damn I can you clenching around me love. You gonna cum. Yea fucking cum do it for me. I'm so close too." He says hips moving more erratic so desperate to make you cum first. And his efforts begin to pay off as he feels you clench around him the same as you did against his fingers.

"I can feel you clenching. I know you're gonna cum just do it." He says and that's basically all it takes before you're cumming around him but that doesn't stop his own thrusting. You feel as he picks you up sitting you against the stone as he fucks into you harsher cumming inside you as he pulls out you whine and he laughs

"Why did you put me back on the stone? It's cold." You whine as he rolls his eye

"I didn't want to cum in the water. Don't want to ruin the hot spring do we? Still wanna be able to use it yeah?" He says kissing you and you blush cause he's right god how embarrassing. He picks you up and takes you to the bathroom sitting you on a stool that sits in front of the shower head.

"Alright love let's get cleaned up then we can smoke a little more and cuddle. Yeah?" And you blush at that cuz fuck yeah that sounds amazing. The fact that he fucked your brains out, is gonna bathes you and then smoke with you while watching TV god you really are in love.

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fuzybby · 11 months ago

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Fatuous

A Gale Dekarios x gn!reader (with a vag)

Synopsis: You are quite the clutz aren't you? And Gale is in love with making you feel small.

CW: "mean" dom!Gale, the smallest bit of choking, p in v, p eating and d sucking, hair pulling, creampie, dumbification, Gale is kinda mean but he's hot so, I use the term cunt a lot, lmk if I missed any:)

The day seemed to stretch on far longer than any other day. The moment my companions and I started our adventure today, everything seemed to fall out of place for me. I managed to set off every trap, failed at persuading every goblin, and not to mention Gale has been on my ass all day. Using big words like fatuous and doltish. Later I learned these words are just other terms for stupid, but anytime he used them it seemed directed at me. Telling me that my attempt to pick the lock was doltish. Telling me that I was so fatuous for not seeing the trip wire. And as much as I hated being insulted by the man, it made my cheeks flush. Did I understand the words he was saying to me? No. Did it manage to still make my panties wet? Absolutely.

Finally, after so long of walking and falling behind because of how sore my feet were, everyone decided to create camp just as the sun was setting. I decided to take a bath in the lake not that far from camp, to which Astarion made a snarky comment that I should make sure not to trip and die on the way there. It took every urge to not smack him upside the head as I grabbed my extra clothes and walked off into the trees.

The lake was cold, but after sweating in my armour all day, I didn't mind. I stripped completely naked as I stepped in, walking up until the water was up to my waist so I could still soak in the few remaining rays of sunlight on my upper body. The area was quiet, only the sounds of chirping birds and animals scurrying in the grass keeping me company. I rubbed water over my arms and hugged myself, letting out a deep and shaky sigh as I replayed the day's events in my mind.

The sound of a twig snapping snaps me out of my daze, and I quickly look behind me to see Gale leaning against a tree. His eyes rake up and down my body that's above water, and I hug myself deeper to suppress the sudden chill that went down my spine.

"Glad to see you didn't slip and perish on your way here," Gale says, he smirks as he sees my confused face.

"Can you talk normally for once?" I groan, turning back around so I no longer see him. Hoping that if I don't look at him he'll go away.

"It's not my fault you're too dumb to understand my words." He calls, moving closer and closer to the water. Never entering it. He's close enough now I can smell him, the way his clothes smell of books and dust, does it do it to remind him of home? That's almost...sweet of him.

"Can you leave me alone? You're not making my day any better." My voice is shaky, the cold from the water finally catching up to me. I shiver slightly, but I hold myself tighter.

"But I could." He smirks, I can hear his clothes shuffling, most likely disrobing so he can enter the water.

My breath catches in my throat. I bite my lip and turn around to look at him once again. His shirt is off, and the tattoo from the orb in his chest glows beautifully against the barely-there sun. I look down to see his hands on his trouser ties, almost as if he's silently asking if it's okay for him to fully disrobe. I nod my head slowly, giving consent that I do want this. As much as his intelligence makes me want to smack him, I can't stand here and lie that I don't want this, that I don't want him.

His hands move quickly to take off his trousers, pulling off his boots and underwear as he finally steps into the water. My eyes drop down to his soft cock, the veins so barely visible, but then his waist hits the water and I can no longer see it. He comes up to stand right beside me, and I look up to meet his eyes.

"Do you want this? Because I will warn you, I have no intention of being nice." Gale states, his fingers trace across my arm so lightly, I could have said it was the wind that made the contact if it wasn't for the fact I could see his hand.

"I want this." I nod my head, I move one hand off my arm and trace a finger across his tattoo. "Please."

He seems to make a noise close to a growl, or maybe a snarl. Either way, he takes both his hands to grab my face and pull me to his own. He kisses me roughly, the kind of kiss where your noses squish against one another. I hold onto his shoulders in hopes of grounding myself, moaning into his mouth as he pushes his tongue inside. It's not a fight for dominance as he kisses me, I willingly submit to him. But before long, he pulls me away and starts taking steps back out of the water, and I follow him without a second thought.

"Get on your knees." He commands the moment we're out of the water, and I do exactly as he asks. "Do you want to suck this cock?" He asks me, and I nod. His dick is finally hard now, and I enjoy the way it twitches in the cool air. He already drips with pre-cum, it falls down the underside of his cock and drips to the ground.

I nod my head in answer, but Gale doesn't seem to like that. He roughly grabs my hair, letting it go slightly once he sees my face wince from the pain. "Are you too stupid to answer? Speak."

"I want to suck your cock." I answer with words this time, and he smirks. His face is so beautiful from this angle, hair falling over his face slightly as he looks me up and down.

"Go ahead then, be good for me and take it into your mouth." He says, and I keep my eyes on him as I lick a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip from the underside. His mouth falls open only slightly in a silent moan, his eyebrows scrunch together as his hold on my hair tightens. He doesn't force my head to do anything, he lets me set my own pace once I take his cock into my mouth fully. I try to keep eye contact the whole time, but the moment his dick hits the back of my throat I close my eyes. I hollow my cheeks as I get his length wet with my saliva, enjoying the taste of his salty pre-cum.

My jaw aches from how big he is, and I place my hands on his hips so I can steady myself. His moans start growing louder and louder as he gets to his release, and I prepare myself mentally to swallow his cum. Right as I start to feel his dick twitch, he pulls me off his cock. A line of saliva connects from his tip to my lips, his breathing is ragged as he calms himself down.

"I want to fuck you from behind." He says. it's not a suggestion, and the moment he let go of my hair I moved to my hands and knees facing away from him. I can feel him kneel behind me, his hands grabbing my waist and my ass. It's almost loving the way he grabs me, the way his hands move up to my breasts to play and toy with my nipples. He pinches and squeezes the flesh and I cry out at the feeling, but his hands quickly move back to grab at my ass.

"Your fucking ass is beautiful." He states breathlessly. He moves down slightly to press a gentle kiss to each cheek, before quickly smacking each place he kissed with a rough hand. I moan and grab at the dirt on the ground, my chest moves to lay against the forest floor as my ass stays high in the air.

His hands continue to rub and grope my behind, his thumbs move to my folds to spread me open, and my cunt contracts against nothing as he laughs mockingly at me. "What a pretty pussy." He whispers and moves to drag his tongue across my cunt. I gasp out his name, my legs shake from just one lick from his tongue.

"So they do speak. I had thought I had already fucked you dumb from your lack of words, I mean- dumber than you already are." Gale purrs, shoving his face back into my heat. I cry out as he ravishes me, the feeling of his tongue circling over my clit and then moving to tease my opening makes my eyes roll back. He gently takes my clit in between his teeth, and then licks it again almost as if to say "Sorry for biting you."

He eats me out like he was a starving man, his grip on my ass never relents. The feeling of my climax now dangling in front of me, tempting me to grab it. One more flick of his tongue on my clit and I come undone, crying out a serious of "please"s and his name. He doesn't stop sucking on my clit until I take a hand and try to shove his face away from me.

He sits back up and takes a hand to push my body down on the ground so I'm lying fully on my stomach. I'm still trying to take big deep breaths as he slides his length into me with one swift movement. He plants his hands next to my head and I grab his wrists. Tears roll down my face as he starts fucking into me slowly, overstimulation and the stretch of his cock making my mouth fall open in a silent scream.

Gale's position changes slightly, he moves his one arm to wrap around my neck so I'm locked in a headlock with his one arm. His thrusts never falter, if anything they seem to get faster. "Gods above your fucking tight." Gale moans. His one hand that's still planted by my head moves as well to grab my hand. Holding it in his own in a strangely affectionate manner.

"You feel s'good." I slurred my words, my one free hand that was not being held by his grasp and scratched at Gale's arm around my neck.

"You so pathetic like this," Gale smirks, he moves his head right next to mine so he can whisper in my ear. His hair falls over his face as he thrusts into me, his beard tickles the side of my face as he presses little kisses against my skin.

He pounds into me now, his cock hitting my g-spot every time he re-enters me. "Gale- I-I'm gonna cum-" I moan as my legs shake against his. I cry out once more, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy runs through my body. Gale moans along with me, his head moves so he can bite my shoulder to muffle his noises as he finally spills himself inside me. His thrusts don't stop until his legs shake, only then does he fully stop and press himself against me. I tap his arm still around my neck to signal him to get off, to which he quickly apologizes and moves off of me.

We both whine once he slips out, and he moves his hands to my folds once more to spread me open and watch his cum slip out of my cunt.

"Was I too much?" He asks, still watching my hole contract around the cum that oozes from me.

"No, I liked it," I say breathlessly, turning my head to look at him. his hair on his forehead and neck stuck to his skin from sweat, his beard still slightly stained from my essence. When he notices me looking at him, he smirks and presses a kiss on my lower back.

"Good, because this will be a regular thing."

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year ago

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Levi begrudgingly admitting that he gets a much needed release from fucking but not wanting to ask so instead resorts to huffing and pawing at you until you get the picture. Once he knows you're on board throws everything at you and doesn't stop until his stresses have been well and truly extinguished. send tweet.

we all love needy!levi

also why am i so much faster at smut requests than other requests ajsld;kf

i've written both attention!starved and touch!starved levi but this version of needy!levi is a combination of both

So Needy for Me | needy and touch-starved!levi

✧ word count ➼ 678 ✧ notes ➼ 18+, minors do not interact, needy!levi, rough sex, fem!reader, levi fucking your brains out, this turned out longer than i expected i'm so sorry the words just kinda kept coming (similar to the reader i mean what)

after a stressful day or going multiple days without being able to see you or be intimate with you, levi finds himself needing a much, much needed release. all he can think about whenever he sees you is how much he needs to be against you

but of course, his pride makes him hesitant to ask, which puts him in a sticky situation, especially if you were too busy to pay close attention to the little signs he's giving you. as a result, he becomes even more aloof when he's responding to you (as counterintuitive as that might be), only responding with grunts or grumbles

speaking of signs, when he's this stubborn, levi's not particularly good at communicating them. i don't see him as the type to start brushing up against you or whispering into your ear when he needs a release. instead, i see him throwing snarky remarks at you, such as "what, are you allergic to coming to bed?" if you're taking too long or staying up too late when he's trying to drag you to bed

however, once you do pick up the signs, whether it's from you finally calling him out on his grouchiness or from you simply knowing how he is due to how long you've been together, as soon as you give them the okay, this man is on you

he needs to make sure that he gives special attention to every inch of your body. you're not even able to keep up as his tongue fights with yours for dominance, as his hands roam from pulling on your hair all the way down to planting a firm slap on your ass.

before you know it, he's pinning you down in bed, leaving more than noticeable bite marks on your neck, feeling his hard-on grow more prominent with the more whimpers that he was eliciting from you. as soon as levi hears you call out his name, asking for more, something snaps within him

this man essentially throws you as he flips you over, sticking your ass in the air, a dark and feral look in his eyes as his hands dig into your hips, feeling his cock twitch as you squirm in place, squeezing your legs together in impatience as your wetness begins to drip down your thighs

"so fucking needy for me, aren't you?" he'd say as he gently rubs his tip against you, letting out a small moan himself as he felt your slick on him.

"i'd say you're the one that's needy, lev-"

before you could finish your sentence, he'd slam your hips down onto him in retaliation, his cock entering you fully, the corners of his lips pulling up in a small smirk as he heard you cry out underneath him.

he'd press down on your back, pinning you to the bed and using his other hand to alternate between slapping your ass and playing with your clit, relishing in the fact that he's made you cum for the nth time. any pent up frustration from the past few days of stress and from the past few hours of failing to get your attention was being released all at once, with him drawing closer and closer to his own high with the more sounds that were coming out of you as he continued to drill into you.

the only sounds coming from the room were your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. he'd continue fucking you well past the point of you being unable to comprehend anything other than the feeling of his cock repeatedly pounding into your sweet spot.

"you can take more, can't you?" he'd occasionally murmur to you. you'd shakily nod as you gripped at the sheets. your legs would be shaking and you'd feel a burn in your abs from the amount of times that you've cum, but you knew that it was long from over. with how stressed levi's been the past few days, you knew it was going to be a very, very long night for you.

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littledollll · 2 years ago

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If you don't mind, could you please write an enemies to lovers style smut? The reader is a new English teacher coming from a rival school but Larissa wasn't the one who chose them it was the board or something so she feels powerless. This leads to her taking it out on the reader and them bickering constantly about the reader's eccentric teaching that she'll never admit she finds amusing. Which leads to hate fucking (they both want to be the one in charge which leads to a lot of forced submission from them both) but after a particular hate fuck they both realise they need the others comfort as Larissa reluctantly requests the reader to stay with her and the reader is happy she wants them to so they both look at eachother like oh shit- which leads to them going for round two trying to prove that they don't care and aren't gonna go soft on the other? But ultimately ends with them both in each others arms really soft and confessing how much the other means to them?

Quiet

Larissa Weems x Reader

A/n: i have another request so similar but the way I built the other plot I couldn’t mix it but it’s rly the same idea😭this is pure smut, the plot is in between and thrown around a little but for rivalry plot here u go “Personal”

I didn’t exactly follow the request to a T but listen my mind just kept going so here we are, still I feel like I got the main idea down so I hope that’s okay.

Warnings: kinda hate sex but they don’t hate eachother, thribbing because it’s HOT, cunnulings, fingering, edging/ orgasm denial (once), overstimulation

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Never in her life did Larissa think this is where she’d end up with the person she swore to hate. All the bickering and fighting turning into tension, turning into this.

Yet another discussion in the privacy of her office, nothing unusual. Turned into a hungry kiss and that turned into make outs, desperate touches, scrambling to get eachothers clothes off.

This became a habit. You would get into some type of trouble, or Larissa would find any excuse to have you in her office. You’d argue back and fourth until fighting turned into kissing and it ended in probably the best orgasms of both of your lives.

Some days there would be no issues, you wouldn’t argue there was no build up, you showed up and shared a look and that’s how it would start.

Regardless of how it started, it would always end the same, the both of you exhausted yet sexually satisfied and then you’d walk away with a heartache and wait for the next time.

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Larissa sat on her knees as you laid on her bed. This was new, you had never stumbled out of the four walls of her office until today.

Parting your thighs, Larissa wasted no time before diving into you cunt.

You moaned out, hands finding purchase in her hair, completely ruining her perfect styling as you pulled her against you, desperately grinding against her skilled tongue.

“fuck, you look good like that, between my thighs like a good girl, is this what you needed? You’ve been insufferable for the past week.” Big talk when you were a stuttering and moaning mess above her. You managed to rile her up regardless.

“Quiet, before I ride that pretty face of yours to keep you quiet.” Did that sound like a fucking deal, but at the moment you needed her, so you bit back your snarky remarks.

“You look good with your mouth shut.” She teased, continuing her ministrations between your thighs, two fingers curling to meet you sweet spot and your legs quivered as you forced them open.

Hips bucking, you held her head against you, using her to get yourself off when she pulled back, making you whine. “I’ve only just started and you can barely control yourself. Were you gonna come already? Greedy girl.” Larissa mocked as she moved up your body.

“Fuck me Larissa, come on.” And god was she about to. As she situated herself between your legs, you could feel her arousal against your own, how every slight movement created delicious friction between the two of you, yet she didn’t move.

She busied herself marking your skin, across your chest, collarbones and neck. You could feel your skin aching, that delightful dull throbbing that followed after she sucked it until it bruised making you moan and buck your hips against her.

Larissa moaned into your neck, and it encouraged you to keep grinding against her, you sat up slightly against the pillows behind you making it easier for you.

It was messy, filled with desperation and lust. The constant friction of her clit against yours was driving you mad and clearly she was just as affected as her teasing remarks were reduced to pants and whimpers.

At first it was you doing all the work, but Larissa got impatient, needy. She started moving her hips against yours, wanton moans escaping her lips even as she attempted to hide against your neck.

Your hands found her hips as you helped her grind against you and you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening more and more. “Kiss me, Issa please- ‘m gonna cum please, kiss me.” And who was she deny your begging?

Sure, it was needy, but it wasn’t messy, it wasn’t heated and charged with frustration, her lips felt so soft against your own. It felt intimate, how you would part but only slightly. Interrupted by moans and the harsh grinding of your bodies but you wouldn’t break away completely because you knew you would continue.

You saw stars as you orgasmed, and Larissa followed quickly behind you. Whimpers escaping you both as neither seemed willing to stop, even as you continued towards overstimulation.

In a second her lips were back on yours, her tongue running over your lips begging for entrance which you gladly allowed. You could feel her everywhere, she completed overtook every part of your body and mind and you had no complaints.

Everything felt like too much, her stuttering hips against yours as she refused herself or you a break, she had you gasping, hands struggling to get her to still as she only pressed herself closer against you, she was close, you knew she was as she started getting lost in her own pleasure. “Issa-“

She shushed you through her whimpers. “Just one more- please just one more, you feel so good-please.” She nuzzled into your neck leaving even more marks, breathing getting heavier until you felt her tense up and bite your shoulder. You winced, eyes screwing shut as you both fell over the edge.

You took a second to catch your breaths, and Larissa moved from on top of you and to the bathroom on shaking legs. You guessed that was your queue to leave and you hoped to any and all gods that you’d be able to walk out fine. You didn’t notice Larissa coming back out, wash cloth in her hand.

“Stay. Lay back down.” You looked at her confused but complied. Larissa moved back to the bed, sitting between your thighs and parting them, which quickly made you snap them shut. “I’m just cleaning you up, can I do that?” You nodded.

It felt so odd, you’ve never stayed post sex, you’d get back to your room and clean up, opting to just stay in bed for the remainder of the day. She was gentle and the wash cloth was cold against your burning body. “Stay the night. If- if you want I mean, I’d like you to stay.” You could only nod. Letting out a quiet “okay, good.” Larissa put the cloth down and laid with you.

It was calm and quiet for a bit, both of you enjoying eachothers warmth and comfort, shivers running down your body every time Larissa would lay a kiss on one of your marks, she payed special attention to the bite, almost apologetically. “Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough was I?” She said voice low as if it was a secret, tracing the bite mark with a finger. It looked pretty, to her anyways.

You decided to follow that air of quietness. “I’m okay.” A pause. “Larissa- can’t keep doing this and leaving, I don’t want to go. And today- I mean today felt so different. Please tell me you feel that too.” You were terrified she’d just yell at you to get out. Yet she didn’t, she hugged you closer.

“I want you to stay, no more walking away and I don’t want this to continue being just sex, I’ve fallen for you- much more than I’d like to admit. Be with me, say you’ll be mine, darling.”

You were filled with joy. “As long as you say you’ll be mine.” She felt the same, she knew exactly what you were talking about she felt it all. And she wanted you to be hers.

“Seems like we can finally agree on something.” She quipped. And you rolled your eyes. “Seems like we can.”

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fincik · 2 months ago

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Vermon was pouting in their den for a while after the encounter with the black dragon. Raider kept disagreeing with him about how the dragon looked. He was certain that was fear in their eyes, not malice. But his sister was there to rebut him every time he voiced his opinion. And his mom wasn't much help either. She preferred to stay out of it, as she wasn't there when it happened. So it was a he said, she said situation. His dad was there but claimed he hadn't seen the dragon. That by the time he found Vermon with his gaze, he was alone on the ground. Vermon knew his family is not taking him seriously. That they think this is one of his goofs or gags again. But he was serious. He knew what he saw. Thus his determination solidified. Over the next few days, whenever they went on hunting practise, or play fought or anything their dad did to prepare them for a hunter's life, he actually did. With focus. With purpose. Every bunny he snuck up on, he treated like it was that black dragon. His determination was constantly fuelled by the few traces they found afterwards of the black dragon. His family didn't complain either. The normally tiring focus-less behaviour of Vermon now changed for the better. What's there to complain about. But no matter how much he prepared, how well he hunted, how many times he ventured out alone to find the black dragon, his encounter with them did not go as he planned.

Namely because he didn't find them. They did.

Vermon was sneaking along the bushes next to the cliff they first met. He was cautious. It took him way too much time to get here without making any sound, he won't let this opportunity go. Well... calling this an opportunity was a bit of a tall tale. He was sneaking around with no reason or rhyme other than, they were here once, they might be here again. But no sign of any activity near. He almost gave up. He already passed the cliff and now was headed into the mouth of a tight valley. But then he stiffened as a voice rang out, seemingly coming from everywhere.

"Why do you keep on following me?"

He was startled out of the camouflage and was frantically looking around but couldn't find the source of the voice.

Quickcell's hearth was racing as well as he focused all his might on keeping his cloak perfect and his voice echoy. As long as the red one can't tell where the voice comes from, he should be fine - he thought. He made sure to be down wind, and chose the perfect hiding spot, one that allows for a quick escape. This dragon.. Vermon.. Has been casing the forest, especially the bunny burrows for days now. It, unfortunately, got on his nerve. So much so that his anger overpowered his fear.

"I asked why?!" - he shouted, trying to be intimidating.

Vermon gave up on the attempts to find the dragon and was just happy that it started to communicate. "Curiosity mostly." - he replied curtly. "I don't wanna hurt you!" - he added hastily, before they misunderstand his intentions.

" You don't wanna hurt me yet here you are hunting me." - came the snarky remark from all around.

"Ah, I wasn't.. I mean I kinda was, but you're so good at hiding, if I just run around wildly there's no chance of me seeing you! I just wanna be friends! You're new around here right? Where's your family? I'm sure they and my family could get along, there's enough food for us here! "

Quickcell was surprised about the rambling of this tiny red dragon. No sense of self preservation. None whatsoever. He just stood in the middle of the grass, talking to a rock, not even bothering to go invisible. He was already weirded out by the fact that his first response to hearing him speak was to come out of invisibility? Maddeningly stupid honestly.

"So... Can we be friends?" - came the enquiry from the now sitting(!) dragon. Absolutely no survival instincts, jesus!

"No."

"What? Why?"

"Why would I trust that your dad won't just come out of hiding and rip me apart as soon as I show myself?"

"Why would he do that?!" - Vermon was genuinely shocked, and his face showed it. Quickcell got the feeling that Vermon actually had never thought of this possibility existing.

"Then why would I trust that you won't attack me as soon as I come out?"

"Why the hell would _I_ do that?!" - another astonished expression. He could be read like a book. Quickcell realised this dragon might not mean any harm. But he could not live in that kind of fairy tale.

"Why wouldn't you do it?" - he fired back. - "I'm an easy target, I'm trespassing on your territory and I'm eating your food. You've got all the reasons, including no reason."

Quickcell's nagging feeling kept getting stronger the more he went on about the reasons. Because with each item on the list Vermon's face kept getting more and more baffled. If it was even possible for him to be more baffled than he already was.

"You really don't want to hurt me?" - this was Quickcell's last attempt at convincing himself that what he was doing was a bad idea.

"No? Again, why would I wanna do that? I'd gain nothing from it and I'd lose a possible friend!"

He couldn't last any longer. The past week of intense nervousness, his tiredness, and his longing for any sort of company and a tad bit of safety got to him. In face of this dragon whose survival abilities were non-existent, his will was no longer enough to keep him out of trouble. Against his better judgement, he dropped the cloak. His mind already felt a tiny wave of relief for not having to keep it active. He was still hidden by the rocks, but he poked his head out from behind them, and looked down towards Vermon. He kept as hidden as possible still, only poking his head out.

"Are you sure your family won't hurt me?" - he asked in a small voice.

Vermon was ecstatic. The voice finally came from one place only, and as he looked he saw the head of a young, black scaled dragon peering out from the rock above him. He stood immediately, tail whipping in excitement.

" Of course they won't! Hi! My name is Vermon! What's yours?"

"I know your name... My name is Quickcell" - he replied after a short pause.

"Quickcell! I'm so happy to finally see you! Aah my family will eat dirt knowing I was right! Come on! I'll introduce you to them!"

Quickcell was a bit confused about what he meant but he couldn't pay much attention to that as alarm bells rang in his head again.

" No! I won't see your family! They can't be trusted! "

Vermon looked a bit hurt, but easily got over the feeling.

" Alright. I know you're scared. How about we get to know each other first. Then you might believe me later." - he smiled.

"Okey." - came the answer.

"Come down here! Let me look at you! I have been trying to get a glimpse of you for weeks!"

Quickcell carefully started the descent towards the low point of the valley. Careful to not trip and careful to keep Vermon in his sight the whole time. His black hide still hid him in the shadows for the most part, so Vermon could only get a good look after he stepped into the light shining onto the grassy bit. As he closed the distance Quickcell also noticed the brilliant dark red of Vermon's scales. It was quite the spectacle. Not the best when hiding - he thought - but quite pretty.

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mydysfunctionalvampirefamily · 6 months ago

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Hi excuse me, but what happens at a new moon? 👀

"Don't make this sad" 😂

"hey you're full of shit" insults are Aviva's love language.

Lola makes me so sad "people who move fast towards me usually don't have good intentions, especially when I've been bad." you haven't been bad sweet baby girl. 😭

It's interesting though because she's sad and traumatised and a little pathetic like Neil but whereas with Neil I'm like 😈 yes hurt him more, make him sob plz. Here I am don't you dare hurt her! I will end you.

The thought of John all on his own in this house so close to where the Aviva's death happened that he feels responsible for makes me rally sad. I'm glad he ended up choosing staying with his uncle.

Whenever John explains what he is doing he never actually explains what it is he's doing.

I'm gonna be honest I cannot keep all the magic terms straight completely, but I'll get the hang of it.

For someone who wants to coddle Lola and protect her at all cost I do cheer on Aviva calling her on her bullshit and John reasoning with her.

Not me saying NO! Quite loudly outside walking my dog because Lola said I should have been smarter, good things don't happen to me. 😭😭 What the fuck???

I know I already commented on it, but Aviva's mean supportiveness is great.

Oh no it got even sadder, so much sadder.

Oh good they're hugging. 🥰🥰

You know, yes there is a lot of fuckedupness here, but also in general this group has a lot more emotional intelligence than our vampire family.

"Apparently I'm a really good kisser" 😂😂

I know they all try, but I feel like John's logic and rationality is the best suited to poke through Lola's self hating bullshit.

Omg all the roles fit so well. 😭😭

"I didnt really have comfort as a child" the casualness with which this is said is extra devastating omg

Okay I'm sorry he want them to hold him down drowning in the traincar where Aviva died??? What the fuck?!?

He comes there a lot?? One of the most traumatic moments of his life? That doesn't seem healthy.

Goddamnit if both Lola and John would internalise the speeches they give each other just for one second!!!!

John's mom is such a fucking dick!!

And now she is physically there???? We need to end this bitch. Every word out of her mouth is so toxic!

My favourite thing about this system is that it sounds like they get to roll so many dice at once all the time. As someone who only has played 2 ttrpg session face to face, I am so envious of irl dice rolling.

Yes Aviva! End her! Or at least hit her! Good girl. Just so snarky too with it.

Just the nervous giggles when Rob picks up all his dice. Oh no.

Uhmmmm what??. No no. This is not allowed! How dare you, John's mom! Leave Aviva alone. 😭

Abusive controlling mothers wo only think about themselves, I hate them, but oh do I love to hate them. Happy mothersday to those who celebrate I guess.

This episode had everything! Trauma! Some goofs! More trauma!

#path of night podcast #Pon liveblogging #Forgetting Ashville #Episode 5

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happilychaengs · 2 years ago

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Jihyo - Look My Way [repost]

came from the vault really not my proudest writing

"Hey bartender, give me-give me another one!" you slurred as you turned the glass in your hands. The memory still vivid in your head, you downed another shot to drown it out and winced.

The potent alcohol burned your throat but it was soon numb from the five other shots you had finished. As you saw the bartender place another half full glass down, you reached your hand over to get it, but all that was met was the warmth of someone else's hand.

"Don't pour him any more. He'll be leaving soon." you heard a feminine voice say.

"W-what? Don't stop pouring!" you shouted at the bartender. "Listen lady, who... who are you to stop me?" you tried to argue. You looked up to try and see who this lady was and maybe you were too drunk to recognize her but you couldn't think of who it could be. Nobody should've been looking for you this late at night.

"I'm your best friend but you probably don't know that right now being how stupid and drunk you are, but that doesn't matter. We're leaving." she said as she dragged your arm. "Wait!" You wiggled around in hopes of putting up a fight but soon you gave up realizing just how weak you felt as of then.

As you were seated into what you could recognize as a car, you heard the door close on the other side and the engine ignite.

"Jihyo?" you mumbled trying to rack your brain of every person you knew.

"Glad you could figure out who I was." she replied in a snarky tone.

As the car moved, there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. The only sounds interrupting it was the engine revving and the airy breaths coming from you and her. Stopping at a red light, Jihyo looked at you and sighed.

You probably just got dumped... again for the nth time. She had hoped it was the last but obviously it didn't come true. She has always been there to comfort and take care of you.

Always thinking of the what ifs and what could be if she just confessed to you, its been taking a toll on her. She never could find the right time. She hid her feelings, hoping she could forget about them but she never could.

Jihyo has been in love with you as long as she could remember but you were blind to that fact. The way you make her heart flutter without even doing anything, your eyes that she adores gazing at, your stupid jokes that she always laughs at. She always wished that you were hers and she was yours.

You were constantly in and out of relationships but you weren't the one to blame. All the girls you've been involved with have hurt you in more ways than she could count. She wanted to take it all away.

Interrupting her thoughts, you pointed out to her, "Um... Jihyo, it's a green light."

"Oh! Sorry. I was just thinking." she said as she started to face forward again and drove.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?~" you asked playfully with liquor still in your system. "Nothing Y/N. Just take a nap and I'll wake you up when we get there." she replied clearly annoyed. She didn't want to talk to you while you were dead drunk.

"Whatever-you say..." you hiccupped as you already started closing your eyes.

You felt a small nudge on your shoulders causing you to stir from your sleep. Your drowsy eyes opened slowly trying to adjust to the darkness outside.

"Wake up, you drunk idiot."

"Don't need to be so mean~" you slurred.

"Whatever. Just get up." You felt her wrap your arms around her shoulder and pushed you up. You leaned into her warm embrace and started limping to the door.

Turning the knob, Jihyo helped keep you upright as you almost fell over climbing the steps. Reaching the couch, she set you down and quickly went into a different room.

She soon came back with a bucket in hand and a blanket in the other. "You can just crash here. If there's anything wrong just scream or something."

"Yes ma'am..." you murmured as you laid down to shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep once more before waking up with a hell of a headache.

"Ow..." you whined as you rubbed your temples. "What the hell did I do last night?"

You heard footsteps near you as you spoke, "You drank too much like an idiot." Your best friend said as she handed you painkillers and set down a glass of water. "Should help your hangover."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." she nodded.

"Do you remember why you were out drinking?" Jihyo asked. She didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

You took the painkillers before taking a deep breath in. "Um... me and G/N broke up. She said that she didn't love me anymore." You said as you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers.

A small chuckle escaped your lips as you continued, "I should've seen the signs. She was distancing herself from me and I could see it in her eyes that she wasn't 100% there anymore. I guess I was too in love with her to accept it."

Silence followed, interrupted with a sigh, "It's not your fault, you know. Love is not always perfect but you do have me if you want to talk about it." You could sense the genuine smile Jihyo gave you. That million dollar smile that had made the whole world fall for her.

While you were on the topic, you wondered who Jihyo loved to be able to give you such advice. Whenever on an interview she was always asked if she was in a relationship and her response would always simply be that she was waiting for a certain someone. You never did ask her about it, but you were curious who it was. The person must've been a famous idol or something to have Jihyo wait around for them.

"I know I can be a handful but thank you, for always being there for me." you admitted.

"I wouldn't be your best friend if I left you to deal with all this by yourself, would I?" she questioned, putting her hands on her hips.

You chuckled, "No, I guess not."

"Let's do something to take your mind off of things. Do you mind going out right now? There's a café that just opened up and we can also hang out with the girls after since we have the day off."

"Sure, I haven't seen them in a while. It would be great to catch up as well."

The drive was surprisingly short as you saw the café she was talking about being pretty hidden away. Probably so there would be no paparazzi or anything of the sort interrupting you two.

"Go find a table. I'll order for you." Jihyo said as you two entered.

You gave a quick nod and went to look for a table nearby. You settled on the one in the corner decorated with a few flowers scattered around.

After hanging your coat on the chair and making yourself comfortable, you saw Jihyo make her way towards you with two cups in hand.

"Here, just how you like it."

"Thanks Ji." you said as you took the drink and took a quick sip.

You asked as Jihyo took a seat, "So what's been going on with your life? Interested in anyone right now? I know I'm not."

"Well, there is this one person that has caught my eye." She replied while putting her cup down.

"Ooh, do tell."

"They're really nice, or at least that's what I think of them. It's just they're always finding the wrong people. In my opinion, none of them treat them right. I just hope they decide to look my way for once."

"Wow, you sound like a lovesick teenager." You remarked and it got you a hit on the shoulder.

"I shouldn't have told you anything!" Jihyo gave a small pout.

You let out a small laugh, "I'm just joking. Whoever they are, they're really lucky and dumb. Anyone would kill for you to fall for them, even me honestly."

Jihyo's cheeks turned a bright pink and she looked down at her feet and whispered under her breath, "You're the one I fell for, idiot"

"What was that?"

Jihyo quickly got her thoughts together and looked back up at you, "Nothing!"

"Okay... so how are you and the girls? I heard there was a comeback soon."

"Yeah, I'm excited for Once to see it!"

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"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!"

"Kiss Y/N!"

"WHAT?"

When the girls arrived after you and Jihyo returned, they had the bright idea of playing party games. The obvious one being Truth or Dare but you didn't expect them to start off with these kinds of dares. You had a very visible blush on your face as Sana snaked her way to you.

"Hey Y/N~ is this seat taken?" she asked in a singsong voice as she sat down on top of you.

You took a big gulp and looked around, silently asking for help. You saw all the girls giggling except one. Jihyo. Her eyes were filled with fury and you could see her fists clenching. Were you doing something wrong?

"Don't worry Y/N. Just think of it as a favor." Sana whispered into your ear noticing your discomfort.

"What? How is this a favor?"

"You'll find out eventually." She said as she cupped your face between her hands and leaned in. You closed your eyes in anticipation and you felt something on your lips but it wasn't Sana's lips meeting yours. She had put her thumbs on top of your lips and kissed those instead. She leaned back and looked at you, giggling - seeing your cherry red cheeks.

Sana got back up and walked away swaying her hips.

"Your lips are something else, Y/N~" she teased as she glanced at Jihyo, almost gauging for a reaction.

A few seconds later, Nayeon cleared her throat and continued with a blush on her face, "That was interesting...to say the least. Now it's your turn Jihyo! Truth or Dare?"

Jihyo seemed to calm down and responded, "Um... truth."

"Do you like Y/N?"

"...Yeah? Of course I do, she's/he's a great friend. I've known her/him for a long time."

"No Jihyo, I meant romantically. Do you like Y/N romantically?" she chuckled.

You glanced over to Jihyo and you could see the distress in her eyes. "W-what? Can I get a different question?"

"Nope! You have to answer this!"

The silence seemed almost unbearable. Jihyo eyes were darting left to right as she looked around and from the knowing looks the girls had, they weren't going to let this go anytime soon. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. I do like Y/N. Happy?"

Nayeon clapped her hands together excitedly, "Very! So Y/N, what do you think?"

"..."

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" She waved her hand in front of your face.

"... Sorry," you got up and walked to the door, "I need to take a breather."

As you closed the door behind you, Jihyo was disheartened. She sighed and closed her eyes, "Why did you do that? Look what happened! They probably hate me now!"

"No they doesn't! You also could've lied but you didn't! At this point, you wanted them to know and we just helped you out." Dahyun pointed out.

"But-"

"No excuses, you have to talk to them right now!" exclaimed Nayeon as she pushed her to the door.

"Y/N?" Jihyo called out to you in a whisper as she saw you sat down on the doorstep. It was almost as if she was too scared that you would disappear from her sight if she made one wrong move.

You barely moved. You were out there, sitting in the cold, looking out at nothing. You were lost in your own thoughts. The only sentences that came out of your mouth was, "It was me? You've been waiting for me this entire time?"

She walked closer to you and took a seat down next to you, mumbling a quick "yes" and looking to you for an answer. She could see the wheels turning in your head as you turned right to look at her.

"How long?"

"3 years..."

"3 years...?" you repeated to finally get that number across your mind. "Wow..."

Your shoulders rose as you took another deep breath. You always had a nervous habit of fidgeting with your hands and it was clearly showing.

"You've always had so many better choices. You're surrounded by so many celebrities and idols but you waited for me. Why? I have nothing they do and I have nothing special about me. I'm a plain nobody that no one wants to keep around."

"Don't say that... You're way better than any person I could've chosen. You've been with me since even before my career as an idol. You've been my biggest supporter and friend since day one and I can't thank you enough for that. Somewhere along the way, I just fell in love with you. Everything you do and said always seemed to bring a smile on my face no matter how I was feeling."

She took a hold of your hands in hers, "I really do mean what I said in the café. None of your past girlfriends have treated you right, but I can. If you give me a chance."

"..."

"Y/N?" She murmured. Did she go too far?

You pulled away, "... I need a bit of time Ji. Just to think about this and get over G/N. When I'm ready I'll face you again. Please just give me a bit of space for now."

"I understand. Take as much time as you need." She whispered as she got up. Even if you weren't looking at her, you could tell her eyes were tearing up. You heard the door close behind you and you let out one final sigh.

"What a week..."

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A little over two weeks have passed and you still have been thinking about that incident in the back of your mind. You tried pouring yourself into more work but it just never really goes away. The only way you could do is facing Jihyo but it's just been so awkward for you to even think about talking to her.

You didn't know how you felt towards her. There was something there but what were you going to say? All these thoughts were pushing you past the edge. You couldn't handle it anymore. You stopped caring and picked up your phone, dialing in Jihyo's number. The answer was almost instantaneous.

"Y/N? What's up?"

"Are you busy? We need to talk."

You could hear her rattling through her keys as you heard Nayeon yell something inaudible in the background, probably words of encouragement.

"Yeah, I'm not busy at all. Where do you want to meet?

"How about the cafe we went to last time?

"Okay, I'll be there in ten."

"Okay." You hung up.

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"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" Jihyo asked as she sat down.

"You already know I want to talk about us."

Her tone shifted, "What about us?" she replied nervously.

"The part where you confessed and I'm confused as hell about what to do." You said clearly frustrated. "Getting over G/N wasn't the hard part... It was you Ji."

"W-what do you mean?"

"There's something there I feel towards you but I just don't know what it is. I can't say I feel the same as you but I also can't say I don't."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm willing to take a chance. I want to try this between us." You pointed between the two of you. "I just want to take it slow, if you're okay with that."

Jihyo had a look of surprise on her face and she quickly asked, "You're not joking right?"

"No, why?"

She shot up and went to give you a big hug, catching you by surprise. "Y/N L/N, I am so deeply in love with you." She gave a quick peck on your cheek. "I don't care how long it takes for you to feel the same way about me."

Your cheeks turned a shade of red. "Calm down Ji, there's still people around..."

She slowly backed away and chuckled, "Sorry... I got a bit too excited." She sat back down and looked into your eyes. "So does that mean we're a couple now?

"I guess it does." You replied.

Jihyo reached over and took ahold of your hands. "I love you Y/N."

You squeezed her hands a bit, "I hope I'll be able to say the same."

Jihyo let out a small smile. Finally, you looked her way and she couldn't be happier.

#park jihyo #jihyo #twice jihyo #twice imagines #twice fic #twice fluff #jihyo x reader #girl group imagines #gg imagines #park jihyo x reader

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erensrag · 3 years ago

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bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren

eren x y/n (wc: 3173)

warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent

i don’t think i did this correctly….

"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.

his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.

it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.

you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.

which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?

it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.

seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"

and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."

"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.

"i'm trying my best!"

"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.

"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"

"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.

"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."

"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."

"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."

you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.

“no.”

you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”

“shut up.”

"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.

it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.

"you— you just seem to—"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."

you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"

"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.

you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."

you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.

that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.

"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."

you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.

"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.

a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.

"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.

but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.

"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.

shit. what's wrong with him?

what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.

where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?

"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.

"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.

your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.

usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.

he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.

a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”

his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.

and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.

it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”

"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"

"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.

"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.

"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.

you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.

he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."

"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."

a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.

it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.

his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"

still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."

you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.

you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.

you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.

"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.

but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.

like he's been holding himself back all this time.

fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"

the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.

he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.

this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.

"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.

you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.

and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.

but instead a weak nod comes out.

#eren x y/n #eren x you #eren x reader #attack on titan fic #eren jeager x reader #eren smut #eren yeager #eren jaeger

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honeymilkk00 · 3 years ago

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Haikyuu Boys: You Flinch

Pt 2

@silver-argent : Hii! I super looooove the way you wrote Haikyuu Boys: You flinch, perfect amount of angst to fluff! Are you taking requests? If you are, will you please do a Sakusa and Kenma? the you flinch. It's okay if you don't tho! I'll still look forward to your works!❤❤

tysm for the encouraging words!! my requests are open and im more than happy to do Sakusa and Kenma jewbjkew. i hope you enjoy. i'm literally so tired and just wanted to finally get this out <3

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-kenma

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Sakusa

Dating Sakusa was the last thing you ever thought would happen to you. He filled your days and nights with such love and passion. You had broken through his stoic and cold shell and had seen him for who he truly was deep inside- a loving partner through and through.

Of course, old habits die hard. Since he had spent years of his life being a reserved person, only putting up with his family and teammates, he still was very hesitant when it came to affection. Sometimes all he wanted to do was to be alone with his thoughts and nothing else. It hurt to see him like that, knowing that no matter what, you couldn’t help him, but you understood and gave him the time he needed.

Five months into yours and his relationship had lead to a few disputes, but nothing too serious. He was a prideful, headstrong man which lead to you having to bite your tongue during arguments and keep your snarky words to yourself, refusing to let them slip off the tip of your tongue. If they did, the argument would escalate.

You loved Sakusa for everything he was, bad parts and good, but sometimes he was too much.

And, that’s how you were here, biting your lip harshly as you stare at him, refusing to let your anger get the best of you.

Sakusa had been coming home quite late due to volleyball practise, but it got to the stage where you were scared that he was doing to overwork himself and injure himself. Instead of letting it slide, you confronted him about it and suggested that he should take some time to let his body heal from the strenuous training regimen that he was doing. It seemed that Sakusa wasn’t in the best of moods and had snapped at you, shooting abhorrent words towards you as if you were nothing but a pile of shit, accusing you of restricting him from reaching his full potential and trying to turn him away from volleyball because you were too clingy for his liking.

“Fucking hell (Y/N), you’re so fucking clingy! Just because you’re an attention whore and want me to worship you doesn’t mean you can try and take me away from what I love doing. You’re so fucking obsessive it’s driving me crazy!” Sakusa bellowed and clenched his hands together, his nails digging into his hands.

Taking a deep breath to keep yourself as calm as possible, you spoke in a soft tone, “Omi, I’m not trying to keep you from anything. I just think you should rest your body before you overwork yourself and become ill or injure yourself. I know you want to improve but that can happen gradually over time. I doesn’t need to happen all at once.” You murmured and gently placed a hand on his, trying to reassure him.

Letting out a deep, angered growl, Sakusa pulled away from your grip harshly and pushed your hand away, “don’t fucking touch me! You’re fucking disgusting! All you do is hold me down and try and control my life, you obsessive pest!” He hollered out.

His words ripped open your chest and stabbed you in the heart repeatedly. You felt like you were choking on your own heartbeat. It hurt knowing that your lover found you disgusting. A strong feeling of rage surged through your veins. “How fucking dare you, Sakusa! I’ve done nothing but tried to help you and all you do is treat me like shit. Every time we argue I have to bite my tongue because I know that if I retaliate, you’ll just get even more angry. I can’t express how I feel to you anymore and I feel as if I don’t matter in this relationship. If you want to overwork yourself and injure yourself then fine, go ahead, but don’t blame me for saying I told you so after it’s happened!”

His eyes narrowing at your words, Sakusa swiftly turned to glare at you and raised his fist, poking your chest aggressively, “Fine, I will then because I’m not letting you control me anym-” He paused mid sentence, his eyes widening when he noticed you flinching when he raised his hand. Slowly, he lowered his hand and dropped them at his sides. Your shaking figure made his heart clench painfully tight. “(Y/N) I-”

“I can’t do this anymore, Sakusa.” You voice whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you sniffled quietly. “I can’t handle this pain anymore. I can’t handle feeling like I’m walking on egg shells with you. I can’t handle being afraid of how you’ll react when I speak about how I feel. I just can’t do this anymore.” You voice got quieter and quieter the more you spoke. Looking up at Sakusa, you swallowed thickly. “I can’t do us anymore.”

Sakusa was frozen, watching you carefully. It was deathly silent. The only sound he could hear was the sound of his heartbeat beating rapidly.

“I’ll pick up my things tomorrow. I’m going to stay at Atsumu’s for the night.” You whispered and turned away, heading towards the front door.

A small, almost whine-like noise left Kiyoomi’s mouth. He reached out and clasped your hand gently, tears forming in the corner’s of his eyes. “Please.” He begged quietly.

Looking back at the man you loved, your heart shattered into small pieces when you noticed his dampened eyes. Never had you seen him cry before. “What is it?” You asked quietly, biting the inside of your cheek.

Sakusa pulled you in tightly for a hug and pressed his lips against your cheek gently. “Please don’t leave. Please please please… I’m so so sorry (Y/N).. I didn’t mean anything I said. I love you and I’m grateful for everything you do for me. I’ve just had a really bad day. Please I love you. Please don’t leave. You’re my baby... “ He pleaded softly and held you tightly, as if afraid that you’d disappear if he let go.

Letting out a sigh, you caved in. You were still mad at him but at the end of the day, you loved Kiyoomi more than anything else. You would give up everything for his happiness. “Kiyoomi...” You whispered softly and then turned around so you were face to face with him. Gently cupping his cheeks, you sighed, “I love you so so much Kiyoomi... But you can’t say stuff like that to me even if you’ve had a bad day. You really really hurt me even though I was just trying to look out for you.” You explained and frowned softly, kissing his tears that resided in the corner of his eyes.

Pressing his lips softly against your hands that rested on his face, he let out a shaky breath that he didn’t realise he was holding, “I know... I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I promise I’ll do better..” He whispered gently and pressed his nose into your hair lovingly. “I love you so much...”

Leaning in closer to Sakusa, you inhaled his scent, “I love you too, Omi..”

He never wanted to see you flinch like that again.

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Kenma

Kenma was an erudite genius when it came to the art of strategy. His deep understanding of the game and the unspoken pledge to win is what drove him forward and kept him reaching, grasping, clutching for new strategic idea that would leave his opponents breathless.

For days, maybe even weeks, on end, Kenma would be researching, training, and repeating the process until he felt confident in his methodology that would be used in a game. Thus, led to a breakdown. After weeks of undereating, lack of sleep, training beyond his physical capabilities, and his mental strain thinking of ways to defeat the opposing team, Kenma was at his wits’ end.

As his partner, you immediately noticed the changes in his personality. Of course, concern was your initial reaction and you were somewhat frightened of irritating him more, but you knew you had to confront him about his lack of self care. Seeing him train during lunch and falling asleep in lessons led you to realise how hard he was working himself.

So, after school you managed to pull him to one side before he proceeded to train at the club. A frown was present on your lips and you took a deep breath. Looking at him now hurt a lot: his eyebags had considerably increased since the last time you saw him; you could now see physically where he had lost weight from undereating for weeks; his eyes seemed a lot duller; his body slouched over slightly, as if it was begging for a break. It was agony to see your partner slowly harm his body and mind like this.

"Kenma, just know I love you so much and I understand that volleyball means a lot to you right now since it's your final year with your team as you know it with Kuroo as captain, but look at yourself. You're not taking care of yourself at all. You aren't helping you or your teammates by undereating and not sleeeping." You murmured gently, taking Kenma's hands in your own. You knew that you had to be careful and not push your boyfriend, but you couldn't let it continue.

Kenma simply frowned at your words and pulled his hand away from yours, "(Y/N), I don't need your lecturing. I'm perfectly fine taking care of myself. I don't need you." He hissed out and turned his back on you, proceeding to head to practise. He had no time to waste on pointless conversations.

(Y/N) grinded their teeth together, their heart aching slightly at the harsh words, "I'm not lecturing you, Kenma! I'm doing what a s/o should do and I'm looking out for you! Please just take a small break before you overdo it!" You hallooed, as if that would make the words sink in.

Vexed, Kenma turned around with a deep scowl on his face, "Why don't you just back off, (Y/N)!? I don't care about you right now, all I care about is me and my teammates winning this game!" He shrieked, which caused you to trip back and swallow thickly.

A small whimper escape your lips and tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you flinched. You were normally fine with Kenma's salty attitude, but he never usually shouted at you. Taking a shaky breath, you looked at your boyfriend dead in the eyes, "fine! Do what you want to do! Since you don't care about me I won't bother anymore! Don't you fucking dare come running to me when you overwork yourself and can't handle it anymore!" You retorted and turned away.

Kenma's eyes widened slightly at your words as he watched you turn away. "Wait...." He whispered out, his hand reaching towards yours. Lightly, he grasped your wrist and sighed, pulling you close and burying his head in your shoulder. "'M sorry... I'm just so stressed..." Tears brimmed his eyes and he sniffled softly. "I didn't mean it..."

Letting out a soft sigh, your shoulders relaxed and you pulled your lover in for a cuddle. "I know you didn't mean it baby... But remember your health comes first, volleyball after." You whispered and gently stroked his hair. He simply nodded in response and hugged you tighter.

Maybe you both could work things out. You just need to learn to communicate more.

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sukirichi · 3 years ago

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Hi! I hope you're doing okay. So I just had a thot. And idk what to do with it. So Imma just put it here cause your blog is my new favourite. I'm not even joking. I literally devoured everything related to Tokyo Rev on your blog. So here's my theory. Do correct me if you think I'm wrong Sensei!

Bouten husbands and where they liked to be kissed the most/ or is their weakness. (Ps: it's just my opinion. I mean no offense to anyone.)

Mikey~ Kiss him on his shoulders and he'll cry. Cause he's been bearing all the burden of his dark and decaying world for so long that he doesn't even know that he needs to take a minute for himself and rely on others around him. Especially since most ppl around him are willing to give their life and limbs for Mikey. He just can't seem to keep that in mind. So you've taken it upon yourself to remind him frm time to time. Just a little peck on his strong and broad-ish shoulders to remind him that he's not alone. That if nothing, he has you. He always will.

Rindou~ Something about being kissed on his cheeks, especially by his lover, does things to him. Like his cardiovascular muscles do a little somersault in his chest or something. Because yes, it doesn't matter if he's one of the big, scary and irreplaceable executive of Bouten, he still has an unconscious inferiority complex. Sometimes it just skips his mind that despite everything, he too deserves the world. And every once in a while you need to remind him about it. That he doesn't have to be flashy and snarky like his brother. He just needs to be himself and that he is undeniably worthy of love.

Ran~ Not many people are taller than him, you are no exception. So it makes sense that in order to kiss him you need to be on your tippy toes. And still you're only able to reach his neck. So yeah, just kiss him there. Right on his Adam's apple and he's a goner. It doesn't even have to be sexual. Ran is always the one to take charge. It's kind of in his nature and you happily oblige him. But every now and then, you also need to remind him to take a breather That he can just let go and get dotted over for a change. You're more than happy to take care of him, that he needs to be taken care off.

Koko~ This man not only, brings in the big dough for Bouten, but also beats up people while at it. To say that he's always overworked is an understatement. His hands are always doing something, illegal things most of the time. He knows he's no saint. That there's no coming back into the light. He's painfully aware. But once e intertwine your hands together and kiss him on top of his knuckles, he swears that it's his redemption. You're the only light in his dark and dangerous world.

Kaku-chan~ Please. Just kiss this man on his forehead. Please. He's literally out there, ready to give his life for the things he wants to protect. He's always doing that. Protecting the people that have gone astray, who have no more hope left. He's ready to die for them, if it means they'll keep going. So please, just once, just protect him instead. Protect him from the demons he skillfully hided in his head. Protect him from the nightmares that torment him every night. Just protect him for a change. He needs it more than he's willing to admit.

Sanzu~ Okay. Hear me out. He's deranged and he knows it. He knows he's won't bat an eye before painfully torturing someone to death. Heck he'll even do it with a smile plastered on his face. He knows that he's stained in blood almost all the time.(sometimes his own, most of the other times, not his own). He'll even relish it. He knows that he's been tainted with burden of death. He knows that he lives in the shadows. He's not sane. He's not good. He's bad. He's ugly. You can tell that these awful thoughts keep him awake at night. So when they do and he has this almost painful look on his face. Just pull him close and kiss him on his face, over and over. Kiss his scars, kiss his lips, kiss his nose, his eyes. Just don't stop until he's got your point across. That yes, it's true that he's despicable. But you still love him nonetheless.

Ps: Sorry that was too long and kinds got out of hand. But these are just my "thots". Thank you for hearing me out!~ Thot anon

hi i’m doing okay, thanks for asking n i hope you are too !! also aaah i’m glad to know my blog is your new fave, i hope you enjoy more of my future tokrev content 🥺 ALSO YES ITS HEADCANON TIME LETS GO LETS GO

mikey n shoulder kisses 🥺 i hc that mikey is stiff and rigid all the time without knowing. like you said, he has a lot on his mind and draken even said mikey had a heavy ass cross to bear, so imagine the weight and burdens he has to shoulder 🥺 so if you lean into him for a hug then kiss his shoulders, mikey deflates. to him, its like a reminder he doesn’t have to carry it all by himself all the time and poor bb forgets that often

cheek kisses for rindou 🥺 the idea of this big, bad executive infamous for breaking limbs but is actually a sucker for cheek kisses and turns into a soft lil bean when you cup his face and just smother him with love n affection? bless. rindou probably unknowingly exerts too much effort sometimes to prove something - may it be his strength, his power, or how he’s perfectly capable of fighting by himself - he’ll have that voice at the back of his head that he needs to do something. giving him cheek kisses grounds him and elicits butterflies in his stomach bcos he realizes that, “oh, i don’t have to try so hard. silly me...now more cheek kisses, please.”

ran and neck kisses !! ON THE FLOOR RN, TELL ME MORE. but yes omg i also hc that ran is such a giver and grown up to look for others the way he does for rindou, so in his head, he’s kind of drilled it into himself that he has to be the one in the lead - not necessarily in a mikey way - but in a “he needs to take charge and take his responsibilities seriously” kind of thing. like mikey, ran is probably often deep in thought as well despite his teasing mannerisms, that when you kiss his neck he can’t help but soften. he enjoys being doted on. loves to be the one on the receiving side. has the sweetest smile on his face when he gets a lil ticklish and he just feels like he’s on cloud nine <33

knuckle kisses for koko 😫 everything you said was on point !! his hands are probably so tired from fighting and counting bills all day, not to mention the amount of paperwork he has to do bcos who else will do them ?? no one knows the inner system of koko and how it works as well as koko does, and he wants to do his job right. he gets a little too absorbed in his work, however, that koko gets a little confused when you take his hands away from whatever he’s working on to leave little kisses at the pads of his knuckles, maybe even massaging his hands or playing with his fingers to help him relax a bit. and you know how koko is so good at what he does bcos its all he knows, but at the same he probably hates how he treads on this dark path ?? so when you kiss his knuckles, he feels relieved. like everything will be okay and second chances are real n something he’s worthy of

omg now this is my favorite - kakucho + foreahead kisses. forehead kisses are always so intimate and soothing in a sense. like come here so you can kiss him on the forehead, watch the way his eyes flutter close and a smile tugs at his lips when your lips trail down to his scar, all the while your hands are cupping his face with such tenderness he never really knew of. kakucho is so used to being the tough guy with his rough childhood that it almost feels surreal. surreal that he’s in bed, with you, safe and sound and you’re kissing his forehead so comfortingly he doesn’t have to worry about putting his walls down for a second. he feels safe. he feels at home. but most of all, he knows he’s not alone and he has you - his family

kissing sanzu’s scars 🥺 everything you said was beautiful n i can totally see it happening !! as much as we all know sanzu takes great pleasure and finds entertainment in what he does, it sinks down a little too late. when he’s not high, that’s when he feels the lows. when the blood on his hands are dried, that’s when he realizes it gets harder to wash them off until it stains deep all the way into his soul. then his scars. he sees his scars and remembers how he has to hide them at some point. he stays awake at night and oddly enough, silent and unmoving. and what better way to ease his worries than to pull him close and just to kiss his scars that he thinks are only one of the ways the darkness - the ugliness - of his soul shows through. keep him close and kiss his scars. sanzu may not always be in the right mind to understand your words, but the simple gesture of showing love and acceptance to a part of him that makes him a whole will engrave deep into his heart. leave him butterfly kisses. kiss him from everywhere to his eyes until they flutter close to sleep. kiss his nose adoringly until they scrunch so cutely. kiss his lips until its your taste that overwhelms him. and kiss his scars to remind him his imperfections are accepted and loved

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #thot anon #ANON I LOVED THESE THANK U FOR SHARING ME UR THOTS 😭#I loved them all especially the kaku n sanzu one 🥺#i swear you guys keep making me soft for sanzu LMAOOO #👔 ― bonten! husbands exclusives #long post #unedited

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bruhstories · 4 years ago

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Home for the Holidays

summary: you come back home for the holidays and get a very warm welcome. pairing: stepbro!armin x female!reader warnings & content: stepcest, fingering, unprotected sex, dom!armin, sub!reader word Count: 2k-ish

a/n: umm, don't go around fucking your stepbros? i mean i can't stop you but sweet home alabama should play in your head if you do it. also sorry if this feels a bit rushed, i don't even have time to breathe | @mikasascabin @armins-futon

Pop!

Incessant, irritating sounds of gum popping, then smacking against your teeth, the annoying chewing that came out of your mouth, the infuriating tapping of your leg, the exasperating drumming of your fingers against the kitchen table — it's driving Armin insane. It's been driving Armin insane for years. And despite the fact that you're both adults now, you still can't get along. He's smart, quiet and a workaholic, you're a social butterfly who works smart, not hard.

"Armin, Y/N, you're not leaving this kitchen until you solve your conflict and apologise." His mom would say. It used to be your punishment when Armin and you were kids — and it's your punishment even know. You roll your eyes, gum popping all over your face and the tip of the nose. Armin snickers at the disgusted look on your face, mumbling a serves you right under his nose.

Sometimes you wondered if the tension between you and him was sexual. But... it couldn't be, could it? You were his damn stepsister, yet when you came back home for Thanksgiving, Armin was a whole different person. Fresh cut, a change of wardrobe, a better attitude — he was hot, no longer the nerd you used to tease. You study him from across the table after cleaning your face, lower lip between your teeth, head in your hands.

"You heard your mommy, Armin, apologise and let's get this over with."

"Me? You're the one who came home and ruined everything."

"Ruined what? A shitty dinner with a family who doesn't give a fuck about me? No, bro, I improved everything." You lean back in your chair and nonchalantly slam your feet on the table. "Not that you would know what it's like to be in my shoes, anyway."

"Your shoes? What about mine?" Armin slams his fists on the table. "At least no one expects anything from you."

"Wow, thanks." You get up and he realises just how nasty he sounded.

"Wait-"

"Fuck off." You dash past him with tears in your eyes. He was right, your father never expected anything from you, nor did your stepmother. Armin, on the other hand, was a genius, a straight A student and now he even received a scholarship from his university. Of course, people had high expectations from him and in a way, that made you jealous.

'Oh, Armin, we're so proud of you!'

'Armin, you did great!'

'Did you know Armin won an international maths competition?'

You shut the door to your room and crawl under your blanket. You always tried your best, but you could never compete with him. And your father, your ownfather, sometimes seemed to love Armin more than you. Minutes pass before you hear your stepmother rushing with your father to go visit some of your relatives and you hope Armin would go with them, but you're unlucky today. Once the car leaves the driveway, a soft knock makes you snap your neck up.

"Go away."

"Y/N, please, I didn't mean to say that."

"I don't care!" You throw a book at the door but Armin still won't budge.

"Open the damn door!"

"Why, so you can brag about how you're the perfect child?"

"So I can apologise, you... you bitch!"

Silence. Your ears ring with the word and Armin knows he fucked up big time. In a flash, the door is open and you're ready to kick him in the shin but for some reason, when you see his face, you stop.

"Apologise, then, and apologise for calling me a bitch, you little shit!"

"God, why do you hate me so much? You tormented me ever since you moved in with us!"

"Well, genius, has it ever occurred to you that maybe I never wanted this?"

"Of course it has! But you're always so cold and all I wanted was to talk to you. I don't even know your favourite colour and you're supposed to be my sister!" His voice is soft and sorrowful and you fold your arms across your chest.

"I don't want to be your sister."

"Then what do you want? You're always bitch but when I bring a girl over, you're suddenly overprotective."

"You do the exact same thing, dumbass! Every time! You act like a sad puppy but the moment you hear I'm going out with a guy you turn into some alpha male." You frown and grab the door handle. "This conversation is over."

"No, it's not." He puts his foot in the door and you narrow your eyes at his low voice and different demeanour.

"Yes, it is. Go do some studying for uni." You try to close the door but suddenly he's so much stronger. Has he been working out?

"You think this is all I do? Work and study? You think I'm some kind of teacher's pet who doesn't break rules?" You don't even realise when he's in your room, hands on your shoulders and his face so close to yours. "You think I'm an angel? A saint?" The words drip from his tongue with so much venom and your body softens. This is so unlike him but you can't help but be intrigued.

"Armin, please-"

"Oh, I'm Armin now? Not some shitty nickname? What’s the matter, can’t come up with a clever insult?" His thumb grazes over your cheek and you feel the hairs on your arms stand up. You like this side of Armin, and the fact that for three years you were his stepsister went down the drain. "I tried to be good, Y/N, I tried to be nice. But you don't like nice, do you?"

You shake your head with lidded eyes, drinking his touch, but a sharp pain from a slap wakes you up from your thoughts.

"Talk."

"N-no, I don't like nice!"

"It's unbelievable what a good girl you are when I press the right buttons."

You know it now, why you've always acted this way with Armin — you don't want him to see you as his stepsister, not even as his friend — you want to be his lover. In his ocean blue eyes, you can see that he wants the same thing — they are filled with lust and desire. You don't want to speak, afraid you might ruin this moment, but at the same time you have questions to ask and answers to get. Armin catches your mind drifting elsewhere and another slap across your already stinging cheek brings your full attention to him.

"I know what you like, Y/N. You fucked enough of my friends for me to know exactly what you want."

"Excuse me? You talk to your friends about how your sister fucks them?"

"Stepsister." He corrects you, his fingers tangled in your locks. "What would our parents say if they found out what a filthy slut you are?"

"I-" You want to say something, come up with a snarky remark, but the words die in your throat and your brain turns to mush. Armin leans closer, his hot breath tickling your ear.

"I bet I can fuck you better than any of them." He whispers and just then you feel your aching cunt begging to be filled with his cock.

"Armin..." You try again, but you still don't know if you want him to stop or carry on. It all feels so wrong but so right at the same time.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." He nibbles on your earlobe, goosebumps dotting your skin.

"I don-" You choke on your words when you feel his hand slither under your shirt, fingers playing with your nipple.

"Come on, talk." Armin is now gently kissing the crook of your neck and your knees almost give in. Truthfully, no man ever made you feel so weak, so needy.

"Please, I want you!" You tried to whisper but it came out as a desperate cry.

"That's not good enough." He pinches your sensitive bud and you yelp, back hitting the door.

"I want you to f-fuck me, please, Armin! Fuck me good!"

"Much better." He presses his lips onto yours and he can taste the bubblegum you so annoyingly chewed when you let his tongue part open your mouth.

You don't have a clue when your clothes disappeared, scattered on the floor, along with your and his underwear, and frankly you don’t even care. Armin has you down on all fours on the mattress, two fingers pumping into your sweet cunt as you pathetically moan his name.

"Look at you! Such a filthy whore, all wet for your stepbro."

"Oh, God- want you inside-"

"I know, princess. Be patient." He curls his fingers in ways you didn't think were possible, but then you feel his tongue lazily dragging up and down your slit and you let yourself fall on the bed, face down, ass up. You had guys go down on you before, but the way Armin did it was incredible. He was meticulous, attentive, careful to let you know exactlywho owned your cunt. When he feels your thighs shake, he pulls away, earning a dissatisfied sigh of protest from you as you jolt back up.

"No, no. You're not coming yet." He yanks you by the hair, fingers gripping your chin and turning your head to the side. Armin presses his body against yours, and you feel his throbbing cock resting on your ass as he eagerly kisses you. "You taste good, don't you?"

You nod back, unable to form a coherent sentence, all you could do was push your ass against him, yearning to be filled.

"Armin, please, I need to feel you. Please!"

"Shit, I didn't think you'd be so fucking needy. Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes, yes! I promise I'll be good from now on! Please!"

"You better keep your promise, Y/N." He growls, pushing you back on the mattress, the glistening tip of his cock positioned at your entrance. “Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.” Inch by inch, he bottoms out and you throw your head back, spongy walls clenching around his cock. Thick and long, Armin was by far the biggest man you've been with, and you really didn't expect this. Yet when he started pounding into your cunt, you didn't regret coming home for the holidays.

"H-harder!" You beg him and you can feel his shit-eating grin burning into your back because he is the one making you feel this way, and he knows that after tonight, you'll always come crawling to him. Armin didn't waste any time, his thrusts became harsher and deeper, cock sliding in and out of you making your head fuzzy.

"You're so tight, so wet. Bet you don't get this wet for others."

"I don't! Oh, fuuuck, right there!"

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, fingers digging into your flesh as you buck your hips against his. It's been a while since he fucked you, your whimpers echoing in the bedroom, his name rolling down your tongue perfectly. You’re made for him. But all good things come to an end, and shortly you felt the need for release, thighs quaking and pleasure flushing through your entire body. Armin is close, too, but Armin also wants to humiliate you and remind you where your place is. He pulls out, cock in one hand, locks of your hair in his other.

"Promise you'll be good?"

"Promise!" You look at him with glossy eyes.

"Close your eyes." The man demands and you obey, hot strings of his seed spilling onto your face, and you lick your lips to taste him. Sinful, yet divine. Right, yet wrong. "Get yourself cleaned up."

You sit on the couch, legs on Armin's lap when your father and stepmother come back home. You can't even focus on the movie, all you can think about is your stepbrother's cock stretching you out and filling you good.

"Huh, I've never seen you two getting along this well." Your father comments. "Look at them, finally behaving like proper siblings."

"Took you long enough!" Armin's mother smiles. "What did you do?"

"We talked." Armin replies with his usual joyful voice but you know better than that. You know exactly the kind of person he is behind closed doors.

"Well, at least now we're finally a happy family." His mother pats you on the shoulder.

"Yeah," you grin, "one biiiiig, happy family."

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dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 4 years ago

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You'll Fit So Nicely You'll Keep Me Intact

Author's Note: Hello Hello! Not my GIF, please don't think it is, but it is my fic! I asked a few days ago if I should do Bane or touch-starved Tommy, and it was pretty clear I should do my sweet summer child Tommy boy. I just really think this big tough fighter needs to take a break and be held every once in awhile. And you can't tell me this man wouldn't have the sweetest moans. Fight me on it you can't. Please Please PLEASE reblog, like, or comment on this if you liked it. I live my day to day life craving validation.

If you absolutely hated it, also let me know! I admit I'm not the best at writing, and I'm willing to learn so I can feed my Tommy Conlon addiction. Ok, that's all, be fed!

2400+ words?! C'mon, that's gotta be enough to make you proud.

The whole fiasco was genuinely an accident.

The two of you, in his small cramped apartment, helping each other make dinner, because you couldn't remember whose turn it was, walking around each other like you had been doing it for years, because you had been.

You had been by Tommy for as long as you can remember, through those years where puberty slammed in the door and decked you directly in the throat (and other places), through the time where his family had slowly fallen apart, and into the years where he had joined the US Marine Corps.

Those years had been hell. At least when he moved away you were still able to text him annoying day-to-day updates and talk in the quiet nights when no one was awake to hear you admit how much you missed each other. But when he joined the Marines, you heard even less from your Tommy, and the ache you felt for him only grew.

When he came back, he had came back for good, immediately seeking you out with the promise of your old relationship back. And things went back to normal, slotted into place perfectly.

Except the insane amount of pining that you went through every waking hour you saw his stupidly attractive face.

But you weren't going to think about that. There was spaghetti to be made.

"Those are done." Tommy nodded his head to the noodles as he made the salad. You sneered to yourself, still pissed that he got the easy part.

"No, they're not, look, that one's still hard-"

"That's what she said."

"It's still undercooked you jerk. Can you please let me cook in peace? You're over there, doing the bare minimum, you ass."

"Hey, if this isn't tossed right, the whole thing is ruined. And those noodles are definitely done. We can get them in the sauce before the garlic bread is done so it'll cool down a bit. Look." All the sudden Tommy was crowded up behind you. Your breath did something funny. Probably the steam from the boiling water. Because, you know, it's so hard to breathe around.

Tommy took the spoon you were using to stir and managed to scoop up a single noodle. He then carefully picked it up and threw it on the cabinet. It stuck, but looked like it would fall via a strong sneeze.

"See? Done." You looked behind you to stare up at the infuriating man. He smiled and tilted his head. You had the sudden urge to hit him. With your mouth. Damn it.

He turned around, not giving you a chance to argue with him. That was his first mistake. As a MMA fighter, the idiot should know never to turn your back on the enemy.

You scooped up another noodle with your spoon. You waited until he was truly busy with cutting the tomatoes up for the salad.

You aimed for his head. It wrapped around the back of his neck with a soft splat. He startled for a moment, and then set the knife down and stared forward, still not turning around to look at you.

"You know what, now it's done. Now it's stickin'." You were struggling to hold it together, desperately trying not to laugh as you turned off the stovetop and set the pan aside.

You felt strong arms envelop you from behind, and you let out a loud laugh as you felt your feet leave the floor. Tommy, spinning you around before setting you on the counter. You've really put yourself it a bad position.

Well, if you're being honest, probably the best damn position you've ever been in.

Except that the bastard started tickling you. More laughter spilled out of you, uncontrollable at this point.

"Tommy!" You were out of breath from the constant attack. What happened to never turn your back on the enemy? "Tommy, what are we in-" More laughter as his joined yours. You two were so close you could feel his shoulder dip every time he rumbled a laugh. "what are we in 6th grade now- Tommy!"

You could feel his laughter huff by your ear, and you knew you had to resort to dirty tactics. If he wanted to play by middle school standards, then you had no choice but to stoop down to his level.

Tommy was very distracted trying to murder you by laughter alone, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. He never even realized your hands were so close to his head. He was in the middle of another fit of giggles when he felt your nimble hands glide through his hair. He had half a second to understand what you were planning, and he was just about to pull away, to get as far from you as possible before-

You gave a solid pull to his hair. You felt satisfaction shoot through your body as his laugh choked off, his body going rigid underneath your fingers. His breath stuttered and his hands instantly fell from your sides to grasp the edge of the counter.

You didn't quite understand what was going on at first, the only thing on your mind being that you'd won the battle. You couldn't help the smug smile from sliding across your expression, or the snarky little giggle that bubbled it's way out.

"What's wrong, Tommy? Did someone school you at your own game, hmm? Maybe next time you'll think before you-"

"Could you please let go?" Tommy sound winded, like he'd just fought a few rounds with someone much bigger than him. It made you pause, and then frown.

Your fingers loosened from his hair, but you didn't lower your arm just yet. You couldn't fathom why Tommy was acting this way, when he instigated the rough-housing. And you knew for damn sure you hadn't hurt him. You had seen the idiot stub his toe on his coffee table before, and the only reaction out of the fighter was a pause, a look up to the ceiling, and one long, drawn out sigh.

So even though he sounded like he was trying to fight for his life, you know it absolutely wasn't because you had hurt him in anyway. Tommy could break you five times over.

You looked down at his hands. Not only was he grasping the edge of the counter top, but his knuckles were white, like he was anchoring himself. You glanced to his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration. Was he- was that a blush? His body was still pulled tight.

Experimentally, you lightly scraped your nails along his scalp.

If Tommy were to ever hear you call the sound that came from him a whimper, he'd probably swiftly and effectively dispose of your body. But it was a fucking whimper.

His eyes snapped open wide and met yours. You saw his utter mortification. You would say you felt guilty, but having your long time crush whimper while slotted between your thighs as you sat a top a kitchen counter really did things for you.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for letting your mind fall into the gutter as your friend so obviously had a small break down.

Before you could get a word out, to try talk him down from whatever thoughts were swirling in that pretty head of his, Tommy was out of kitchen. Ah, so he's chosen drama today? Coming from a man who would rather fight his own brother than talk, you can't really find it in yourself to be surprised.

"Tom." You dropped down from the counter, heading toward the living room, which was the only way he could've gone. As you rounded the corner, you saw him pacing the length of the room, his hands interlaced behind his head, elbows out, eyes wild.

"Tommy." You smoothed out your voice, pictured yourself trying to calm down a particularly flighty horse. You know, if the horse were the love of your life and you were desperately trying to make things less weird between you two before the already delicate friendship collapsed.

At your gentle prod he stopped. He let his hands fall down to his sides. He huffed once. Crossed his arms, made a face, and then dropped them. His fists curled up into balls and he closed his eyes. He opened one and looked toward you.

"You didn't hear that."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your own arms to your chest.

He pointed to the kitchen. "That didn't happen."

Because you love your best friend very much, you didn't roll your eyes.

"Tommy. Calm down. Take a deep breath." He did not take a deep breath. You did for him. Then another one for you. You moved toward the couch, and the way he suddenly looked like he was about to sprint out the door didn't escape you. You held your hands up placatingly. Easy, boy.

You sat down, leaving enough room for him to sit beside you. He looked at you wearily. You gave him a pointed look, one that said this is something to be discussed, and there's no way you're getting out of it, and gently patted the space for him.

He looked like he'd rather do anything else. He eventually made his way to the spot and plunked down, but as close to the arm of the couch as possible.

You gave him a sweet smile. He looked away, but not before you caught the blush. You decided to let him speak first.

It was quiet for awhile. Your thoughts went to the noodles still sitting on the counter, probably cooling in the water making a film. He cleared his throat.

"I don't. Not a ton of people touch me." He stared dutifully in front of him. You stayed silent, afraid of scaring him into silence again. He shifted uncomfortably, letting out a growl of frustration. "I mean people touch me. I just meant. It's not. It's," He looked like each word was slowly strangling him, "Never that intimate. I guess. And never anyone like you."

You're eyebrows shot up. His head jerked toward you.

"Not like that, I mean like someone so pretty." You choked a little. He visibly flinched. "Ok. I think that's enough for tonight. I think I've made plenty an ass of myself for one God forsaken night." He made to move, but your hand covered his before you really thought about it. He immediately stopped, staring at your hand on top of his.

"Tommy, it's ok." He gave you a dubious look. "No, really. Lots of people don't know how to deal with touch when it's not normal for them-"

"I'm fine, I touch people all the time, it doesn't matter it's ridiculous-"

"Tommy." He stopped. You lifted both hands to slowly cradle his face. His eyes were panicky. He looked like he was fighting every instinct inside him. "Listen to me, love." His eyes widened. "You don't have to explain anything. I need you to know it's ok to freak out a little. It's ok for this to be new." You bit your lip. "It's ok if it feels good."

A small sound came from the fighter. His eyes slipped closed. It suddenly hit you. You sucked in a sharp breath, and you started to gently stroking his face to his neck.

"Oh Tommy. You spend all that time fighting in the ring, so much time dominating. You barely let anyone touch you before you knock them away." His dad was probably never there to offer him any type of physical love, and his mom was too distanced from anyone to truly give what Tommy craved. By that time, he had pushed his brother away, and you had never really noticed him to be very active in the dating area.

You could feel his control slipping, could feel him slowly letting you hold his head up while he explored the sensation of someone just feeling him. When he spoke, his speech was slightly slurred.

"Was always jus' scared."

"I know Tommy."

"Didn' want you t' leave."

"And why would I do something stupid like that."

There was a second of silence, but Tommy was too far in to go back now.

"Cuz' I only wanted you to touch. Only ever you." Your heart stopped. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours. His gaze snapped to your lips, back up to your eyes. All it took was for your eyes to snap to his lush mouth, and he was surging to meet you.

You felt like you were melting, melding into him. His lips were sliding against yours, his hands suddenly huge, thumbs cupping your face while his hands rested on the sides of your neck. He kissed like you see him fight. The urgency and the power and the emotion. You ached all over.

You could hardly remember your name when you finally separated, heaving lungfuls of air. Maybe all that oxygen deprivation had really done something to your brain, because you might be having a stroke. It almost smelled like something was burning. Tommy's face did something funny and he sniffed the air.

Oh. OH. The garlic bread.

Both of you made a mad dash for the kitchen, Tommy arriving first and throwing the oven door open, grabbing whatever cloth he could find to take out the charred bread as you used a dishrag to flap away any smoke that spilled out.

Once he made sure his apartment wasn't going to burn down or that the ambulance wan't going to be making a surprise visit, he slumped against the counter, breathing heavily. You put your hands on your hips.

A few second went by, both of you trying to catch your breath. Tommy looked up at you. You met his eye.

You both melted into peeling laughter, trying to stay upright. It seemed like every time you two would get your shit together, you'd fall right back into cackles.

He finally reigned in the worst of the laughter, and slowly made his way to where you were standing. Your own laughs died down.

"Are we good?" you ask him gently. He nods his head, with his sweet smile.

"We're good" he replies gently. He gets this determined look on his face, and steps real close to you. He doesn't do anything else for awhile, instead looking to you, asking with questioning eyes.

You give him an encouraging smile. He smiles right back at you, and for the second time tonight, strong arms envelop you.

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just-some-random-blogger · 3 years ago

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Death By Bagel

NCT Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader Summary: Mark makes a cake cause he's realized he can't lose you to some f-boy. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, childhood au, college au, slowish burn, slight cursing, reallllly fluffy, some broksi-dude action, typos sksksksks, etc.

R E Q U E S T my friend: mark lee, slow burn, friends to lovers

A/N: I wrote a fic that already had like 1k+ word then I LOST IT (i think i deleted it) thus this. It took me 10 years to write this msmsmkskskks. PLEASE TUMBLR IS MESSING WITH ME AND MIXED UP THE ORDER OF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE

“As a doctor, I don’t think you should be doing that,” Mark says, not even bothering to look at his patient seated rudely on the floor. Oop, he’s lying down now.

Mark huffs and looks up from the clay block he was molding on his tray, “YOU’RE SO UNPROFESSIONAL!”

Mark’s mother nearly spits out her coffee upon hearing the words of his five-year-old son. Her husband snorts, “He got that from you.”

The woman throws a look at the man and was supposed to give a snarky retort, up until the sound of the doorbell ringing. She grins from ear-to-ear and dashes to get the door.

When she comes back to the living room, she’s accompanies by another woman and a tiny version of her.

“Markie! Say hello to your Auntie!” Mark’s mom calls.

Mark from the carpeted floor looks up and blinks, examining the stranger-woman and its human-ling. Mark turns to his father who was sat on the couch and receives a nod of approval almost. Mark purses his lips and waves at the woman.

The woman waves back and then crouches down to the little girl, “Baby, say hello to Mark.”

Unwilling, she shakes her head.

“Aw come on, baby. Don’t be shy. Mark over there is a really sweet boy. I knew him when he was in his mommy’s tummy, just like Mark’s mom knew you when you were in mine. You’re the same age so you’ll get along just fine.”

With the unnecessary explanation that gave no justification to the scene whatsoever out of the way, the girl was fooled into peeping up, “Hi, Mark.”

“Hello,” Mark says, not particularly interested, as his patient was still in the midst of dying in his office. He turned to his stuffed toy called Mr. Lion and attempted to stand him up once more.

At this point, the girl makes her way to Mark.

“We’ll be back in two hours, honey. Keep an eye on the children,” Mrs. Lee tells his husband who had been occupied with TV the entire time.

“Yeah. I got this,” he smiles to his wife then goes back to watching.

The bumble bee clad figure sat down to Mark in blue and watched him play.

Mark ignored her for a few seconds, needing to assert all efforts on standing that dumb toy up. Once successful, Mark turns to her, “Do you play doctors?”

Mark was then met with the same lack on enthusiasm. She hums, “I like playing baker doctor.”

All at once, Mark gasps, “ME TOO!”

It was unbeknownst to the children it was oddly specific and the chance of this happening was pretty slim.

And in a blink of an eye, excited giggles erupt in the room, as if they had been having so much fun before this scene. It was here and there the two would become best friends to the very end.

... so I guess it means the reckoning is upon us.

“MARK LEE I SWEAR TO THE FU--” “WHAT! WHAT!?” Mark laughs.

"YOU ATE MY BAGEL! AGAIN!" I growl in a loud whisper, throwing the wrapper at him and his flat head before he could think to dodge it while he annoyingly laughs.

"I asked if I could have it though!" he says, fully knowing his sins.

I glared at him and say lowly, "I thought you were referring to my notes, bread for brains."

Mark snorts loud enough for our teacher to wake up from his nap. Once the class notices, we all pretend to be doing something productive and Mark plays it off with a cough.

"Mr. Lee." Mr. Kim says sternly, clicking his tongue, blinking his eyes rapidly.

Mark finishes coughing and turns to our seated professor, "Yes sir."

"Don't go to school if you're sick and going to cause a racket with your coughing."

Mark nods firmly and Mr. Kim closes his eyes again, mumbling, "page 65 is due tomorrow."

The entire class grumbles. Mark beside me scoffs and makes a face, "Yeah, yeah, Doyoung."

I turn to him and elbow his side.

"Whatever," Mark shakes his head, "professor bunny-teeth won't hear me."

Once class ended, we both get our things and head out for lunch. We walk to our canteen, fussing over assignments, deciding we should do it together later in our mutually free period.

I groan and narow your eyes at him as we have an argument over how he hasn't finished the essay for English, "That's not the point."

"Yo Mark!" a voice calls from afar. Mark and I turn, looking for the voice, and I spot the dimpled senior, Jung Jaehyun, in a table with the rest of his squad.

I nudge Mark and point at the pale guy seated by the corner.

Mark throws him a smile and waves. I follow closely behind him as he walks over to the table. "We're going to sit with them?" I say in some sort of gasp.

"Yeah." Mark replies simply, not bothering to turn to me, "they're cool."

I knit my brows at that and nod, "Yeah I know. But I'm not cute today."

Mark stops in his tracks and throws me a confused look, "what?"

"I didn't put any make-up on today, also I'm pretty sure there's a visible stain somewhere on my jacket, I just don't remember where."

Mark scrunches his face up again, even more confused. "What? How do you... forget a stai-- that's not the point. Why do you wanna look cute today?" He scoffs and continues lowly, "hardly as if you ever look cute."

I let out an annoyed groan and punch Mark's shoulder. "Like when you panicked when Seulgi came over and asked for notes."

Mark openes his mouth, "That is so not the same! Jaehyun's a fuck bo-"

"Just shut up already," I snap and shove him forward so he'd continue walking. "Let's not keep him waiting," I add and mumble, "also I know. Dong Sicheng however is very cute."

Mark chuckles, "he's dated every girl on the dance team."

"Okay, maybe not that cute."

"Ya, Mark," Jaehyun grins and greets the said person with a high-five and chest bump. He turns to me and speaks my name with a smile. I smile back politely and wave.

I'm about to sit next to Sicheng, but Mark shoves me and so I end up sitting on the other side of the bench table with Jaehyun. I turn to Jaehyun with a small, non-awkward smile and shoot Mark a glare. He seems unbothered though.

"So, you up for a round later?" Jaehyun asks Mark.

Mark talks over me, "you know it, dude."

Jaehyun flashes his dimple smile all the stupid girls fall for. I'm only half falling for it cause I'm only half stupid. He raises his brows, "you bought the dough, right?"

This makes me knit my brows.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I really did this time," Mark mumbles quickly. "It's my turn anyway."

Jaehyun gives an off look, "that's literally what you said last time bro."

"Yo, no for real. It's in my bag, if you wanna check."

Jaehyun shakes his head when Mark begins to scramble for it, "no, Lee, it's good. We wouldn't want you friend to get dirty."

Is it just me or do you feel slimey all of a sudden?

Jaehyun then gives me a somewhat, somehow sincere smile, "so. I hear you're in fashion design."

I give a soft chuckle, "yeah. That's me."

"I could tell from a mile away. Mark looks horrible next to your getup."

I look down at my sweater and ripped jeans. Mark exclaims in protest, "shut the hell up, Jae."

I give a soft smile at Jaehyun, "don't know where that comes from but thanks I guess."

Jaehyun chuckles, "I'm kidding," he eyes Mark, "I saw your Fashion Design pin on your bag when you sat down."

"Oooohhhh, haha, okay, that makes sense."

"Ya, Jeff," Sicheng calls for Jaehyun, "it's almost time."

Jaehyun turns to his friend and nods. He turns back to me and Mark, "well, it's nice to meet you. Mark won't put a sock in it even if I beg. See you around, fashionista."

He stands and slaps Mark's back, "see ya later, broski."

"Yeah, bruh," Mark replies.

Once it's just Mark and I, I snap at him and blurt out in a whisper yell, "YOU'RE ON BROSKI LEVEL WITH JUNG JAEHYUN?!"

Mark gives me a weird face, "bruh, I think he calls the principal broski, for real."

I smack Mark, making him whine, "you know what I'm talking about, Mark! And what, are you doing drugs?!?"

He shakes his head in confusion, "Wait, what!? Who the hell told you that?"

"Uhhhhh you were talking about dough and showing up later. Sounds like you owe him money for drugs, Mark."

"??? In what universe did we even mention drugs?? Does this," he slaps his face, "look like a face of a drug addict to you?"

"A gullible idiot maybe."

Mark's jaw drops, "oh wow, okay. I'm done with this conversation." He proceeds to stand attempt to walk away. I scoff, "not on my watch bitch."

Like the true idiot that he is, Mark begins to legit run away from me, like a criminal who stole my cookies. It's embarrassing that he, a man much taller than I, could not even outrun me. I suppose I should be grateful, but this just fortifies my thoughts of him being an idiot even more.

But okay... I wasn't actually expecting this... like... Mark and Jaehyun... like... actually baking bread after school with dough Mark premade at home. Also, uh, Jaehyun looks super cute in an apron that I'm having a mental breakdown. And what's new, so does Mark.

"I can't believe you thought I was a drug dealer," Jaehyun says in a soft pout as he rolls out dough on the marble counter of his friggin large kitchen in his friggin large house. Like dang, I knew he was rich, but he's like Rich™ Rich. Rich with a golden diamond encrusted Rolex watch rich that's in a glass display rich-- wtf.

Mark wheezes in his telltale high pitched laugh as he opens a pack of unsweetened chocolate pellets, "she thought dough was some sort of metaphor or something."

"Cute," they say at the same time. Mark turns to Jaehyun in slight surprise and Jaehyun turns to me. I roll my eyes, though I feel my neck burn. I avert my attention to the scene I was sketching on my pad, Jaehyun and Mark baking croissants. I clear my throat, "I'm just making use of the single braincell between us, cause if he doesn't die falling down the stairs, he's gonna pull some idiotic stuff like baking with Jung Jaehyun."

Oddly, it's Mark that reacts to that with a, "hey!"

Jaehyun rubs his chin on his shoulder, "I also can't believe you think so little of me.'

I break a sweat but decide to answer honestly, "... ... ... You have a reputation."

"Of being a fuck boy?"

Mark loudly transfers the chocolates into a metal bowl, making the two of us snap at him. Mark makes a face, "oh gosh, sorry."

Jaehyun sighs, "well. I admit I get around, but that's only because I get dumped every time."

I raise a brow.

Jaehyun purses his lips, "nah, let's not make this weird. The croissants will be flat."

"Dude," Mark turns to him, "that's literally only because you messed up the recipe."

Jaehyun grits his teeth, "no. It's because Kun's a little teacher's pet and sabotaged me so he could get the best grade."

"No, but like Kun is really nice, he helped me with the fold techinique."

Jaehyun scoffs, "He stole me vanilla extract, Mark. Who does that?!"

"No, listen, he's cool, like, for real--"

"No, you listen, he's a little shit and--"

The two begin to bicker like a married couple, and I begin to draw inspiration form the scene to design some random sketches of wedding dresses.

I look back to the two and still can't get over the fact that I learned Jaehyun was a culinary arts major with my best friend, and that I was currently in the Jung's boojie home because I thought Mark was buying drugs from him. Not what I was expecting at all my day to go like, but I'm not mad this is how it went.

"No, no, no, no," Jaehyun says. He turns to me and points, "let's just get an outside opinion. Babe, what's your favorite color?"

"BABE?!" Mark barks.

I take a moment to reply. I blink slowly, "uhh... pink?"

Jaehyun bites his lower lip and claps his flour covered hands, "Right. Pink croissants it is."

Mark shoots him a glare and turns to me, back to Jaehyun, "she has a name."

Jaehyun nods, "yeah, and she wants pink croissants."

Mark makes a face and Jaehyun examines it, chuckling under his breath. "Wah, you two are something, huh."

No one really responds.

We began to always eat lunch with Jaehyun and his friends. It's funny cause I realized Jaehyun, although I still firmly believed he was out to get nasty with every other girl he sees, he was actually just like Mark. A total loser with a love for cooking.

"Hey," Mark says with a snippy tone.

I give him a look and suddenly receive a paper bag to my face. Mark sits on his chair next to me, as per usual. I smell the thing before I realize what it is. It's a freshly baked bagel. I perk up and smile, "Aw, you baked me a bagel?"

Mark raises his upper lip, "no. Jaehyun did."

I knit my brows, "what? Why?"

Mark narrows his brows, "do you, like, like him?"

I give him a look. I take a bite of the bagel, making Mark look at me in disbelief. I answer, "You do know I only hang with him cause you do, right?"

"Then why'd you eat the bagel then?"

"Uh, a number of reasons. 1) it's a bagel, 2) free food, 3) I'm starving, 4) it smells amazingggg."

Mark does a face, "fair. I've been meaning to ask how he does his seasoning for a while now too." He releases a breath, "and anyway, I'm pretty sure he made a bagel cause I told him you liked them. Never talking about you to him anymore though."

I look at him, "why do you talk about me so much to him anyway?"

"Uh because you're amazing," Mark says instinctively.

I feel my heart skip at that. I coo and place my hands on my chest, "wait that's really sweet."

Mark looks at me. His face begin to shift, "too bad it's a lie- haha."

I give him a look and rebut, "jerk."

"Loser."

As quickly as I found out about Jaehyun being Mark's friend, that's about as quickly as I found out he didn't like hanging out with him anymore. It's kind of a shame I never got to go back to his boojie house.

There was this one encounter I had with Jaehyun though... which was a little weird, not gonna lie.

He was waiting for me outside my Tailoring class, smiling and waving when he saw me. I Reluctantly reciprocated and walked over to him.

He releases a breath, "I've been waiting for about 20 minutes for you. I didn't know when your class would end."

I raise my brows, "you could have asked?"

"Well I would need your number for that, and that would have ruined the surprise," he pulled out a brown paper bag, reminiscing the same one Mark chucked at my face.

"I made you two this time," he smiles.

I take a moment to reply, "you don't have to make me bagels, Jaehyun."

He grabs my hand, "yeah, but I want something out of ya," he places the bagels in my hand. He proceeds to lead us off and we begin to walk down the hall.

Truth be told, it's a little scary that his ulterior motive is up in the air. Jaehyun places his hands in his pockets, "I like your dress, by the way."

I smile, "thanks. I made it."

He smiles and nods, "right. That makes sense as to why it suits you well."

I can't help but blush at that, and simultaneously feel conscious when I realize a bunch of girls in my course are looking at me and Jaehyun as we strut down the hall.

"So, what did you want, Jaehyun?"

"Well, I clearly wanted to ask you out."

"..."

Jaehyun smiles and give a soft laugh, "is it so ground breaking?"

"... Uh..."

He sniggers, "hey, you can say no. I mean I hope you don't but you can." Jaehyun leans in and raises his hands, "I won't like it, but a man should take rejection from a lady well."

I turn to him as he straightens up. I turn to the bagels he made me and bring it back to him. He laughs, "no, I made them for you really. It's not poisoned, in fact it's made with love."

I visibly react to that, which makes Jaehyun wheeze. I can't help but laugh back, "that was hella tacky."

"Worth a shot though," he says. "Good luck with Mark."

I look at him with silence and he chuckles, "ya, you can't fool me."

I'm about to retort but then Jaehyun gets called by one of the frats dudes I identify as Johnny Seo. Jaehyun does a curtsy and clicks his tongue, "see ya later babez."

"You know, I would have said yes if you didn't do stuff like that."

Jaehyun purses his lips, "no you wouldn't."

I shrug, "worth a shot though."

Jaehyun places a hand on his chest, dramatically calling, "Uh, rejection hurts, man."

Yeah, I never went to Jaehyun's boojie house ever again.

Silver lining though was Mark's dorm smelled equally as nice because of all the food he cooks, although it came with a whiff of axe body spray from his roommate, Lucas. It's cool though, he was almost never around for me to smell it in its whole intensity.

"Aite," Mark calls from his side of the dorm. I perk up from the two seater dining table they had and turn to Mark who was covering the cake he was making for his finals.

"Don't, like, peek, okay. I want you to see the cake all at once and give me your honest reaction to it. Please, like, all my lives kinda depend on it."

"How many lives do you have?"

"9, I'm pretty sure."

I stand from my seat, "not you faking your life as a cat, but get it I guess."

Mark raises a hand at me as I walk over, "can you not, I'm high-key panicking right now."

"Over what? You literally made a box of donuts for your midterms and it looked better than Misty Mreme! I'm sure your cake is hot."

"It was in the minifridge for a day. I mean it barely fit cause of all of Lucas' mountain dew."

I groan, "just show me it, Mark Lee!"

Mark whined and dashes over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "okay, but like, don't be mean about it. I swear, I might cry."

I give a sound and fake cough, "it's ugly."

Mark doesn't respond to that particular jab, "I'm serioussss. Please be kind, okay?"

I look at Mark's nervous face and give a soft pout, "Markie, please, not that I think it would be ugly, but I promise you don't have to be nervous about my reaction."

He isn't soothed by that, but he does release a sigh, "okay. So for context, Mr. Moon wanted the cake to be one or two tiers, but I went with one, cause there aint no way I'm going to the other side of the campus to freeze a two tiered cake. Then, the theme was something from your childhood, so, I, uh, thought this was fitting. The exam is 60 percent decoration, 40 percent taste by the way."

Mark gives me a hesitant look, but steps way for me to see it. I then see a heart shaped, medium sized cake in my favorite pastel pink color. By the top there's a little boy on the floor playing with a toy oven set and little girl in a bumble bee dress, holding a stethoscope. At the bottom of the cake, there were jelly letters spelling out, "I like you."

I cup my cheeks at the sight of it and feel my eyes start to well at the sentiment.

Wait... was this really happening?

Mark heaves in and out, "okay, so like when Jaehyun began to like hit on you, that sucked pretty hard because he's known for getting girls and I thought maybe he'd get you too and I got panicky. Anyway, I....... have liked you since we were kids... And... I know you probably don't feel the same way but I have to try, you know.... Yolo."

My feel my tears retract from what I hear. I rub my eyes. I turn to Mark and find his nervous face. "Did you just say yolo in your confession, Mark?"

He looks like he's about to throw up.

I can't help but chuckle and pout, "dude..."

I prolong the moment. Mark gets even more nervous as he repeats softly, "dude..."

"We could have dated in grade school all this time."

It takes a moment to register in his head.

Like, a really long moment.

I sigh, "Mark! I like you too, dummy."

He freezes and blinks. His face begins to burn. He breaks into a soft smile, "nice."

I break into a laugh.

"... Uh... So... Can I like... Kiss you?"

I snort and feel my own cheeks begin to burn, "I think you should refrigerate your cake first."

Mark snaps out of this trance, "oh shoot, you-" I give him a quick peck on the lips.

He is dumbfounded.

I feel butterflies go wild in my stomach.

"I'll wait over there for when you've fixed that."

Mark watches as I walk away, "yooo.... That's not fair though."

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forthechubbies · 4 years ago

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What's Wrong With Secretary Park?!

Synopsis• If balancing work and a stubborn ex-husband isn't hard enough, Let's add the boss’s seven sons falling head over heels for her to mix.

Category's• Romcon, Comedy, Office Au.

Duos• BTS X Reader

A spin-off of the original series ‘ What's Wrong With Secretary Kim’ Bangtan Edition! Starring the Handsome, Seo-Joon Park as the Ex husband.

There will be more parts but I didn’t want the title to be to long.

EP. One Two

“ Mrs. Park, Good Morning!”

“Mrs. Park, What does my schedule look like today?”

“Mrs. Park, Your coffee keeps me alive.”

In case you haven’t noticed, Park Yn, I’m the secretary to Jeon Sung-ho, the CEO of Dnd Parmatech, 85 percent of the time, newly build hospitals or centers use our funds as kickstarts. Daily I make schedules, appointments, filing documents, answering calls, and blah blah blah.

Is it boring? Yes, I know. However, quite refreshing coming from my hectic marriage. Once upon a time, I was wedded to the marvelous actor Park Seo-Joon for three years. I sat in the limelight and even had the privilege to play the part of his wife in movies. Sigh. Although the attention and riches were grand, no amount of expensive counseling could save our marriage. We never saw eye to eye on anything, and his short temper wasn’t helping.

Knowing my worth, I packed up and left without a doubt in my head. However, The documentation of our separation wasn’t finalized due to a certain one refusing to sign off on the divorce agreement. So physically, I’m still Mrs. Park but ain’t no piece of paper telling who I belong too.

Whatever! I have too much to focus on already! Game on, Game on! First, I got to get these papers approved and signed by Mr. Jeon then-

Buzz Buzz Buzz!

Who’s calling-

Speak of the devil. I could have sworn I deleted his contact a long time ago! “ What Seo-Joon? I’m busy-“

“ When is this little temper tantrum going to end? Darling, I think you made your point.”

“My point?! Listen here, You slimy son of-” Now, Now Yn calm down calm down don’t let him get a rise out you that just what he wants. A quick exhale should do the trick. “ Seo-Joon, I believe we reached an agreed on no type of communication unless it revolves around the settlement for the divorce.”

How is it possible I can physically see his snarky face?

Seo-Joon stretched out his list of complaints.” It’s been over a year. I miss your kisses, soft skin, that cute birthmark on your-“

“ You will not talk about such embarrassing things over the phone!” Thank goodness, Nobody was around to hear me shot like that.

“Why is this divorce still an issue?!” There goes that temper again-How whinny can one man be? “ If you don’t stop this, I will take matters into my own hands.”

I laughed. “ Ha, Seo-jerk, I’m not scared of you! Do your worst because It doesn’t matter if you drag me back home; it doesn’t subside the problem being over our marriage.” I feel like a broken record at this point. “ If this isn’t about the papers, this conversation is over, Mr. Park; please refrain from calling me again, goodbye.”

He chuckled and mumbled something along the lines of, “ Your cute acting cheeky like this.” The rest he continued louder “ Those delicate hands of yours were made to indulge in the finest silk and satin I can obtain, not working nine to five at whatever job hired a housewife with zero work ethic. I just know I haven’t touched your side of the room since that night- I love you, Mrs.Park, I always will.”

He hung up. You know, after he finished insulting my new lifestyle and calling me a useless housewife, the ‘ I love you’ bit at the end sounds sincere, but he is an actor! Of course.

Hmph! Just because I’m working for myself for one doesn’t mean I’m miserable. I’m actually in love with my job, It pays well with benefits, and I sat on my butt all day. If that pompous little bedazzled turd thinks making me the butt of his jokes will get me back in his arms, he has another thing coming!

“Um, Mrs. Park?”

“ What!” I snapped. “ Oh, Hoseok, I’m sorry!” I bowed my head; the poor thing nearly jumped out of his shoes.

Hoseok beamed his warm heart-shaped smile at me. “ Oppa is having a family meeting today; I guess I’m the first to show.”

I wasn’t informed about a meeting today from Mr.Jeon, maybe because it’s a family affair.

“Tada!” He cutely squeaks. A tasteful package breakfast alongside a tall cup of what I presume is a coffee from..’ Thanks Nature’!

“Oh my- Hobi, this cafe is across town-”

“I overhead Oppa scolding you for skipping meals one day and I’m here to do the same, don’t skip meals or else We will be hurt if something happens to you.” Hoseok pointed at the pack. “ Eat every bit.”

Hoseok displayed a small heart using his index finger and thumb, hopping off to his father’s double doors.

Mr. Jeon has seven sons in all. The man is a true saint; men like him and his sons are why I still believe not all men are dogs. After losing his wife to heart cancer, He just about went bankrupt, donating all he had to have found cures to multiple diseases hoping nobody else had to suffer his same heartbreak.

Love found him again in an orphanage just north of here, ‘Seoul Children Home.’ His first son, Kim Seokjin, at the time Jin was already in his teenage years, making it difficult for him to find a family due to the high demand of couples wanting a single-digit child. His birth family mistreated him, but he was beaten everywhere except his face to keep his handsome appearance. The family decided to put his money-maker to fair use and attempted to sell him. Seokjin saw his opportunity and high-tailed, landing himself in the orphanage where he happily lends a helping hand every chance he got. He learned how to read, write, cook, clean, and even tend to the tots when the nuns were busy.

This is how he met his slightly younger brothers, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, and Kim Namjoon; when being chosen for adoption, Seokjin refused to live without his baby brothers by his side.

“ Hello, Noona!”

Oh, Look just in time, “ Hello, You’re father is in his office.”

Namjoon eyed my edible gift from Hobi and raised his eyebrow as well as a question. “ So this is why Hyung left so early in the morning for-and I hope you’re having a good morning, Noona.”

I’m not older than them. Why do they call me Noona? Do I look old!?

“ Yn, Good morning! How are you!” Jin greeted me with English this morning. He must have been practicing with Namjoon lately.

“ I’m Fine. Seokjin.”

“Chu.” He blew a kiss my way. “ You’re not fine. You’re amazeing.”

“Amazing.” Namjoon corrected for the sidelines.

“Same thing.”

“Pronunciation is everything, Hyung.”

They stopped halfway from their dad’s office. Jin grinned. Wait, I know that smile; oh no, here comes a dad joke.

“ Hey, Namjoon-You know the reason I took the elevator instead of the stairs?”

Namjoon sighed. “ No, why?”

"I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something." Jin burst out laughing and clapped his hands.

I giggled not from the joke, but Jin has a contagious laugh.

“See, Yn has good taste.”

A slow deep groan entered the office belonging to Yoongi, lagging. “ I heard that terrible joke from the elevator.” Yoongi waved and leaned against my desk. “ Good Morning.”

“Good Morning.”

There was an awkward pause before Yoongi tapped my desk and pointed to his dad’s office from walking that way.

“Yoon-Yoongi!?”

He turned back towards me.

“ I have something for you. I packed it up on the way here.” Getting off my butt, I walked up and gave him a bottle of his favorite black ice coffee. Ew. I don’t know how he drinks it with no cream or sugar.

Yoongi smiled his gummy smile. “ Thank you for thinking of me.”

“You’re welcome.” And off he goes into the office as well.

Yoongi isn’t the biggest fan of human interaction, but he put forth an endeavor towards me, whether it’s a light ‘ Hi or Hello” or the simplicity of a wave. I admire his gusto. Sidenote, He’s so adorable-I know I know I shouldn’t be gushing over my boss’s son, but his chubby cheeks and almond eyes melt my heart like butter on toast!

Ahem-I better get back to answering those emails and drink this beautiful cup of expensive mud before it gets lukewarm. Yummy, The delectable taste is a boost of serotonin! I really should get to work buuut Hobi did command me to get every last bit and technically he is my boss through some type of weird relative aspect. He is the boss.

Just in a moment of seconds, The breakfast and drink was trash. Something that good should be sinful. I feel terrible I should have saved some for the babies; they would have some, especially Jungkook.

The babies should be here any minute.

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hi alma 💖 hope your day is/was good!!

i love your blog and as i saw your requests are open could i have some headcanons or short fics (whatever format you think fits best) for oikawa, akaashi, atsumu and sakusa with an airheaded/teasy s/o? like someone who would come up randomly to them and just poke them/kiss their forehead and stuff like that.

tysm!! please feel free not to do my request if you don't like it! love u 💖💖🤍

✗ AIRHEADED, TEASY S/O HCS

hi !! my day was rly good, i hope yours was too <33 here are hcs for your request (that i loved btw) and thank you for your kind words, i really appreciate it ! love u too ! 💗

-> oikawa, akaashi, atsumu, sakusa

— OIKAWA

• ohh oikawa is a sucker for these kind of displays of affection, especially if they’re random

• he’s definitely not afraid of pda so please feel free to kiss him without any warning, it’ll make him kinda proud actually

• he has no problem with brushing off his team’s snarky comments, because he honestly couldn’t care less about them when you’re here being so entertaining (because yes, you genuinely entertain him)

• so yeah it’s all fun and games for the two of you, except for that one time…

• after his practice, you went behind his back to poke both his cheeks, without knowing that his mouth was full of water

• obviously he spat it all out, and that would have been perfectly fine. if only iwaizumi hadn’t been standing in front of him

• let’s just say that the two of you had never run so fast

• like i said, oikawa loves all your silly affectionate gestures but if he had to choose a favorite, it’d be the super short but super tight hugs you always give him when his back is turned on you

• every once in a while, he manages to grab hold of your arms before you can pull away, and makes you stay glued to him for as long as he wants

• « don’t start what you can’t finish, darling »

— AKAASHI

• akaashi is definitely surprised at first, and he’s a bit startled every time you tease him like that, mainly because you often do it out of the blue

• but after a few weeks, he starts to develop a big sense of satisfaction whenever he receives one of your random kisses, pokes or even little tickles

• because he loves to know that you’re comfortable enough around him to do that

• although this doesn’t mean he does not raise his eyebrows every time you sneak up on him for a hug, but it’s always followed by a blushy smile, that’s for sure

• « where are you getting at ? » he asks, cheeks tinged red. his flustered tone brings a smirk to your lips, that immediately end up on his. « i don’t know, you tell me, keiji »

• he might not answer these when he’s in public but trust me when i tell you this man can and will give you a taste of your own medicine at some point

• also, it is physically impossible to resist the urge of kissing his chubby cheeks when he eats. overall it’s really hard to resist his cheeks

• his favorite thing ever is when you kiss and squeeze them at the same time

• a close second is when he’s sitting down and you come to rest your chin on top of his head, bonus point if you have your hands on his cheeks (again those damned cheeks)

• he doesn’t even care if you do it in front of the whole team, he just lets you do your thing and quietly appreciates it

— ATSUMU

• in all honesty, atsumu probably giggles like a three years old whenever you’re randomly poking/kissing him

• it’s either that or he gives you overly confident winks

• at first he thought these gestures were your way to ask for cuddles (which was not entirely wrong), but when he found out that you also just liked to tease him for the sake of fun, he was astounded

• you obviously know he’s super competitive by nature, so expect him to keep score : poke his sides once and he’ll give it back to you tenfold

• it’s pretty rare that your random bursts of affection stop once you’ve done what you wanted to do. because he always follow up with something else, and so do you… before you know it, you’re either making out or bickering, no in between

• his favorite thing is probably when you give him a peck on the corner of his lips purposely - as cliché as it sounds, it definitely gives him butterflies. and that’s probably why he likes it so much

• since atsumu’s pretty comfortable with pda, feel free to randomly grab his hand and put it on top of your head, he’ll know that you expect him to play with your hair

• also : smack ! his ! butt ! in ! public (plz)

• just don’t be afraid of getting yours smacked in return

— SAKUSA

• ok now you gotta be careful with that one, because it can backfire really quickly

• sakusa probably has very sharp reflexes when it comes to predicting your actions. it’s like he can feel your aura moving around him or something

• one time you tried to boop his nose but he grabbed your wrist before you could even extend your arm

• « hands are washed ? » he asked, suspiciously glaring at you. « of course they are » you answered with an excited smile as he let go of his grip

• sakusa kiyoomi’s nose was booped multiple times that day.

• he rolled his eyes a lot but got genuinely concerned when you started doing it less frequently

• tbh he didn’t realize how much he liked you being an affectionate dork before that

• he’s not really prompt to answer your gestures most of the time, but he appreciates all of them. all of them

• even that time you almost gave him a heart attack when you ran to him for a back hug after one of his matches (his elbow was this close to hitting your nose)

• his guilty pleasure is definitely forehead kisses, but he refuses to admit it - although it’s pretty obvious considering that he can’t help but chuckle everytime

• only problem is that he can only get them when he’s sitting or laying down :/

@toworuu @catwithangerissues

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