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[soulwillower]

taboos and the absurd iii • richie tozier

(professor richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: hi! i just finished reading taboos and the absurd, SUCH A GOOD SERIES. This is just some idea i had and im totally okay if u don’t want to do it, but would you write maybe a final part of the series when the reader finds out richie fucked more students (more than she though) and she gets upset and stops talking to richie (ridiculous jealousy) but he really was falling for her so he talks to her and well things get heated, and KDKDKD ok sorry if im too specific, hope u see this❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰 + hey omg i love the prof. richie series sm 🥵 if you plan on making a pt. 3 might i suggest reader giving richie head while hes giving a lecture and reader gets fucked on the table 😳😳 its hoe hours frfr + so many other requests to continue the series :)

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), bad morals, abuse of power, dont fuck your professor, filthy stuff, professor richie, deepthroating, dirty talk, use of the word slut, cockwarming, unprotected sex, mentions of exhibition, a bit of degradation and a lot of praise, unedited as usual lol

[losers + reader are 20+ in this]

4.4k words

part 3 of taboos and the absurd series. sorry it’s been so long :) i wanted to surprise u a bit with a lil surprise for the holidays. i love u all!! <3

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you hadn't been to class in almost a week and a half.

it was really bad, you know - and the ditching has started to affect your grade, but you don't even care as much as you really should. because you're.... extremely jealous.

yeah.

you'd first gotten suspicious the lecture after you stayed behind and ended up with professor tozier's dick in your hands. a girl was sitting on his desk after class, when you'd walked in to turn in a late paper, and richie had been twirling her hair. they were laughing together, her bare legs. it made you burn up, and so you tossed the paper down at the drop bin at the back of the classroom loud enough that he noticed you’d come in.

you were so mad you didnt stay to see anymore. and you didnt go to class for more than a week after.

it could have been just an innocent gesture, or maybe just some woman richie was dating - either way, you were beyond jealous. it filled you with rage to imagine richie fucking anyone else, let alone a student. you were hurt, too - because you've really started to like spending time with your professor.

but that backfired of course, because you’re in your apartment staring at an email from him.

i will be at my office on campus after hours this friday, until roughly 9:30. if you're available, i encourage you to stop by.

we have a lot to discuss regarding your grade and future in my class.

thanks,

professor richard tozier

you blink at the screen, your heart racing. your fingers shake slightly as you reach up to rub your temples - oh god, he wants to talk. he's going to turn you down, say it was a mistake, and fail you.

and in the few days until friday, your rage and fear meld together to make a jealous, ugly monster as you stalk up the empty corridors to his office, ready to speak.

it's late, probably around 8 when you knock on his door, but he's still there as promised, answering with a faint come in!

you walk in slowly, heart pounding in anxiety as you meet eyes with him for the first time in almost 14 days. your heart thumps hard still as he nods at you, "you can shut the door and take a seat, ms. y/l/n."

you swallow as you click the door shut and move to the chair, sitting down awkwardly and biting your lip. "hi, professor." you say, afraid your jealousy is going to spill from you if you say anything else.

"you haven't been in class."

you nod, "you noticed."

he sighs through his nose and leans forward on his desk. you clench your thighs - no getting turned on, y/n. not now. "of course i did. i'm your professor, ms. y/l/n."

"right, sir, i almost forgot. you just get so comfortable with all your students now, sometimes it's hard to remember." you bite, and his eyebrows raise. "some more than others." he adds, shooting you a look that you ignore, instead turning your stubborn gaze to the clock behind his curly head. you can nearly smell his cologne from where you sit, and you're almost drooling. you can't let him see it.

"what's going on? your grade is dropping. you’re not coming to classes." he says, sounding like he's concerned. you bite your lip, shaking your head as you look at him. "i'm not going to come to class just to watch you flirt with the girls and let them give you fuck me eyes."

"that's exactly what you do to me constantly, as i seem to recall." he bites back. you feel yourself turn red, but you sit forward more so you lean over his desk just like he is.

"whatever. i don't care, i'd just appreciate it if you'd tell me that you're going to fuck other students so i can leave. and not walk in on you right before you do so.” you say, suddenly so thankful you chose to come later when nobody was on this floor, the only other person in the building being the custodian sleeping at the front desk.

professor tozier tilts his head with a smirk, "oh, you're adorable. my jealous little slut, crying because she can't have me to herself."

your jaw drops, the remaining thin layer of professionalism gone the minute he opened his mouth. "fuck you, professor. i'm leaving."

"i wasn't finished." he says sternly, and something in his voice makes you sit back down. he looks mad and it's confusingly hot, your legs feeling like jelly because of your excitement. "if you weren't such a brat, you would have heard me say that i'm not fucking anyone else. student or not."

you stare at him, confused as your face reddens again. you're embarrassed. "but-"

"the woman you saw last week, when you came back after the lecture. that's professor marsh, she's one of my colleagues and best friends. she's also happily married." he says, sounding pissed off. "i'd appreciate some trust, it's not like i going around fucking every student who wants to open their legs for me - although plenty have tried." he says.

you feel yourself soaking through your panties. god you have problems,don't you? "i'm sorry sir, i-" you start but he shakes his head, standing up from his chair and walking towards you. you watch him with big eyes, as he clenches his jaw. "no, don't apologize. just know. you're the only one." he mutters as he crosses behind you.

you stare at his empty desk, face blushing at his words. the only one. the click of the lock on the door gives you butterflies, and then he's behind you, hand trailing over your shoulder. "if you still want me, that is. your most recent paper was very good, but i know you can do much better. you just have to try for me." he's caressing your neck now, lips ghosting over the skin. you let out a soft moan, goosebumps raising on your soft skin as he feathers it with kisses. your butterflies are alight as you turn your head, kissing him.

he grips your jaw almost immediately, pulling your head upwards towards where he bends over you. you gasp as his hand rests on your thigh, and he smiles against your lips. "you're so sensitive, hmm? when was the last time you touched yourself?"

you gulp, shaking your head, shocked still by his boldness and by your willingness to be honest. "a f-few days ago." you say shakily as he kisses along your jaw, hand sliding up your thigh slowly. he tuts, "baby, you're going to fall apart when i'm through with you." he mutters, almost to himself, and that makes you choke out a moan.

he kisses you again and you push back enthusiastically, hand raising to palm him through his slacks. he's already semi hard, which makes a swell of pride blossom in your chest. but suddenly he breaks off the kiss, hissing in surprise. "fuck." he mutters, backing away from you. you blink, did you go too far? your thighs press together as richie rushes to his desk. "i have to proctor this exam in zoom. in....two minutes."

oh.

you blink and watch as he logs into his laptop and adjusts his hair in its camera. it's endearing, in a way that makes you smile, though extremely riled up and disappointed. you begrudgingly reach for your things, but professor tozier's hand comes up to stop you, "please stay. it's only going to be max forty minutes. i have beer in the bottom drawer if you want some." he rushes out, and you smile. "you sure?" you say shyly.

he looks at you, pausing. "yeah, y/n. of course." he says gently, smiling almost shyly back at you. he looks so young, it makes you stare in awe. his dimple pops and you hear the sound of ringing, the students joining the call to take their exam. only professor tozier would have an exam this late on a friday. asshole, you laugh to yourself.  

you open a bottle of beer you find hidden under a stack of manilla folders, but don't even take a sip as your mind wanders. richie's speaking to the class, sounding professional and confident. you wonder if he's still hard.

so you smirk, feeling bold, and you get down onto your hands and knees and crawl under his desk until you're face level with his belt. gently, you spread his legs apart so you can get up and closer to him, and the slight jump he gives confirms that he didn't even notice you go under the desk.

you gently start to palm him and he clears his throat loudly, fist slamming on the desk slightly above you. over the speakers you hear professor, are you alright? and then richie's muttering, "y-yes, just a slight problem i need to fix." he's gritting it though his teeth and you grin to yourself as you unzip his pants and pull out his fully hard cock, running your fingers over it and smearing the precum. he's breathing tensely and he starts to speak to the class, giving tips on a certain question after one student asks him a question.

you pump him a few times gently, then start to kitten lick his tip, wanting to tease him since you've never had the upper hand like this before. you flatten your tongue along the bottom of his cock, teasing him a bit before slowly taking him into your mouth, sliding a bit before bobbing. the quiet groan he lets out as you take him as far as you can is sinful, a student asking richie about formatting as you suck him off. bobbing your head, you hollow your cheeks and relish in the feeling of richie’s cock in your throat, stretching you out and making you moan around him.

"y-yeah, so for this i'm really just looking for MLA-" he almost hiccups to cover up a groan as you try to hold yourself still with him all the way down your throat, as far as you can take him. "MLA formatting, nothing out of the ordinary. thank you for asking that."

and then you hear him slam a button and he groans out, “you feel so good baby.” he hisses, his hand moving from above the desk down to grip the back of your head, carding through your hair. "don't fucking stop." he says, his hand guiding your head as you work hard.

after a few minutes you pull off of him to take a few breaths, pumping as much as you can with your hand as he tries to act like he isn't getting sucked off while proctoring an exam. you can hear people starting to turn in their exams and saying goodbye, so you take him back into your mouth and try to relax, breathing through your nose as his cock twitches in the back of your throat and you gag.

you bob your head after that, your tongue flat against his cock as he slightly bucks his hips. you feel him type out something for the class and then he moans very lowly, bucking his hips up and you choke a bit as he slides further in your mouth and stretches your throat.

he doesn't feel you that he's about to cum, you just know, and he's clenching the edge of his desk and breathing hard as you eagerly swallow around him, moving slightly so the new angle makes him toss his head back for a brief moment before snapping back to the screen.

"professor, are you sure you’re okay?" someone asks again. you keep bobbing up and down on him as he mutters, "yes, thank you ms. ruben. finish your work and we can leave."

you figure those words are for you, and you move harder, helping him chase his high. he pulls your hair suddenly, which makes you keen forward and take him deep, gagging as you force your throat to relax.

and then soon he’s hitting his high, cumming in your mouth with a silent shudder, his hand squeezing his desk as the other hovers over his keyboard. you moan a bit as you swallow, pulling off him slowly as he pants, eyes glancing down at you.

you slide back up into your seat and sip on your beer, fixing your hair slightly as his eyes bounce from you to the screen. you smile innocently at him, his cheeks flushed and looking disheveled as he waits fro the last students to finish.

it's about three mintes until they're done and he stares directly at you once he ends the meeting. you expect him to say anything but what comes out of his mouth next.

"if you pull something like that again i will fuck you in front of the entire class.” he says it dead serious, eyes bright behind his glasses and boring straight into yours.

your legs feel like they could give out and you turn red as you watch him, “don’t act like that thought doesn’t have you already getting hard again.” is all you can think to say. it spills from your mouth quickly, your mind not even given time to think before you say it.

richie narrows his eyes, rising slowly from his chair and walking towards you, eyes locked the whole time. “funny. because you’re the one who couldn’t even wait two minutes before needing my cock in her mouth. i bet you’d let me fuck you anywhere i wanted and you’d still thank me for it afterwards, right princess?”

you’re not really used to this fierce banter between you and your professor - but when has this ever been professional?

you squeeze your legs together and stand up on wobbly legs. “shut up. you’re the one who said you’d give me first-hand experience on my essay. you wanted me the second you saw me.” you try to regain the upper hand, but he’s walking towards you and your legs hit the edge of his desk.

“of course i did, doll.” he says lowly, lips suddenly very close to yours. “and i still do.”

and you’re kissing again desperately, days upon days of desperation working its way into your kiss as you sit yourself on his desk and he comes between your legs, gripping your thighs.

he's dragging his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing against your heat and making you pant with need as you tug his curly strands. his hands then move to quickly undo his pants and pulling himself out of his boxers, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. you whimper slightly as you spread your legs a bit, desperate to finally feel him inside you.

and then his hand is grabbing your face, thumb holding your chin as he turns your head to look right at him. "you better do exactly what i say, princess." he says, looking into your eyes. you nod, his thumb grip stern as he lines up at your entrance. “hm? or you wont get what you want.”

"yes, richie, yes. wan' it so bad, please." you mutter, making him smile. "aren’t you a good girl." he says with a grin, nudging your shoulder down until you’re laying on your elbows, legs bent and feet propped against the edge of his desk. then he’s pulling your lacy underwear aside and pushing into you in one motion.

the sudden stretch fills you to the brim and you let out a guttural noise at the feeling, having not been too warmed up to his cock. your back rubs uncomfortably against the wood of the desk as he pushes into you, but your hands grip his shoulders and all you can think about is richie. but then he stills, staring at you as he’s stretching you out, buried to the hilt.

you think he’s giving you time to adjust and so you relax, breathing as you take in the size of him. after a few moments, you kiss him. “please move richie.”

but he doesnt. and you moan, your legs quivering as he gently caresses one of your bent knees.

“good girl, begging for me.” his hands grip your thighs, holding them open as your eyes roll back slightly, “so fuckin’ pretty like this, baby.”

you turn red at the praise, trying to move your hips and feel him deep inside you. his hand falls to your stomach, pressing slightly. he tuts and you gasp, “stay still for me baby, wanna see you wait for it.”

you whimper, eyes closing as you try to breathe normally. his hands run up and down your sides, stomach, chest, hips, and then down your legs as he stands still, buried in you. your breathing is shaky with need. 

and then when you think you can’t handle it any longer, richie slowly pulls out. you moan, hands gripping his shoulders as the feeling coils your abdomen with pleasure. he starts thrusting slowly, picking up the pace so slowly it was torturous.

your nails rake down his back, and even though it’s through his shirt you’re sure it’ll leave faint red lines. your toes curl in pleasure as he moves his hips, hitting the perfect spot inside you.

“look at you, all wrecked on your professor’s cock.” he pounds you into the desk, lips then falling to suck large marks on your neck, the stinging pleasure adding to the volume of your moans.

his hands rise to lift your shirt up over your chest, sliding up to quickly palm your breasts, his hips starting to snap in an unforgiving pace. you feel him so deep inside of you that tears prick at your eyes, the pleasure building instantly. he’s leaning over you as he hits the sweet spot deep inside you, your vision coming in and out of focus as your legs begin to shake. “yes, richie, right there.” you moan, holding him above you as one of his hands goes to your hip, gripping tight as he pulls you towards him in time with his thrusts. it makes you yelp in pleasure, head tiltin back in euphoria.

he pulls back to look at you, hand tugging on your hair so you look at him as he pounds into you. "look at you, such a brat teasing me while i was teaching.” his voice is deep and rough, "look at you now, drunk on my cock. you just needed to remember your place, huh baby?" he coos, pressing a kiss to your temple, the feeling overwhelming as your orgasm creeps up quickly. “such a pretty girl.” he whispers.

you’re speechless as he pounds into you perfectly, the feeling making you sigh. "so perfect, all for me... so fuckin' pretty, baby." he's muttering kissing you like he's claiming you, his teeth clashing slightly with yours and his tongue dominating. you're weak, legs shaking as he pounds into you.

“are you close, doll?” he asks, eyes closed in bliss as he tilts his head back, hair catching the fluorescent light of his office lamp and looking beautiful. “yes, s’close, please-“ you moan, pulling him to your lips.

your eyes close slightly as he thrusts into you, one hand slipping up to roll your nipple softly and making you moan his name. as he sucks a hickey on to your neck, his thrusts begin to get sloppy and you clench around him. “god, you were made for me, baby. fuck, takin’ it so well.” 

and you hit your high after a series of pleas and moans of richie’s name, your eyes rolling back in euphoria. he’s rubbing your cheek, still thrusting as he whispers, “good girl, cumming on my cock.” the moan he lets out at the feeling of you clenching around him has you red as you feel his hips stutter. “fuck, y/n.”

you’re still clenching slightly from overstimulation as richie quickly pulls out of you, cumming on your bare stomach with a moan of your name, a sweet sound from the pink of his lips. you moan in pleasure as you watch him.

you look up with hooded eyes, still coming down from your high as his head falls on your shoulder. “fuckin’ hell, toots.” he whispers with a laugh, which makes you giggle a bit as you catch your breath, mind still muddled.

after a moment richie pulls away, re-tucking in his pants and straightening his shirt. he crosses behind you and returns with a shy, boyish grin and a box of tissues. you smile back and he gently guides your hand away as he reaches for a tissue himself, wiping you clean gently and pressing kisses over your stretch marks, kissing all the way up to your lips and making you giggle. your stomach is full of butterflies as he helps you right yourself from the desk.

“did you drive here?” he asks. you shake your head, looking up to him for a second, “i walked.” you squeak.

he nods. “i’m driving you.”

you flush, “no, i couldn’t ask you to do that, professor.” you say shyly. he throws you a look as he pulls his jacket on, shutting down his work laptop. “get over here now, doll. and don’t protest. i’m driving you, toots. it will make my night to buy us some chinese takeout.”

your heart flutters as you take his hand, glancing at the ground with a smile as he locks his door, both of you stopping and staring at the plaque on the outside of the door that reads:

professor tozier, sociology dept.

you cough and he looks down the hall before grabbing your hand again and making your way out to the parking lot. it’s silent - both of you certainly thinking about how wrong this, whatever it is, is. you almost roll your eyes at the cheesiness of what you think next - but why does it feel so right?

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Happy Birthday Harumo PART 1

 Okay so this my first ever fanfic and my first time ever doing a fanfic because why not hahahah okay my ingame name is Harumo MC5.here goes 

Happy Birthday Harumo 

Its another beautiful day in the city called Tokyo which being from 23 worlds live in harmony [maybe}but this particular day is going to be much more interesting because today is the birthmonth or summon day of our most beloved yet horny hero known as Harumo 

The sun”s rays pierce the windows of your dorm yet you seem very tired as a sign you dont wanna get up of bed you shruged it off and move on the other side yet your familiar Lil Salomon seems to be your own personal alarm clock 

“Master wake up, your going to be late for classes” Lil Salomon said as he tries to wake you up.

Harumo:HMMMMMMM JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES *snoring*

Lil Salomon:THAT LINE is so cliche!!!,MASTER YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!!! its almost 8 am your going to be late for classes if you dont get up and brush your teeth.{Lil Salomon is starting to panic and wave around to get u up} 

Harumo:*snoring* 

Lil Salomon:*sign*

Lil Salomon is starting to give up when a sudden knock on your door wakes you up and a familiar voice wakes you up.

Mr Mononobe:Harumo are you up can i come in??!

Lil Salomon:*gasp* its father but why would he visit you at a time like this?

Harumo:*yawn* {Mr Mononobe??} yeah pls come in 

As Mr Mononobe hears Harumo”s respones he opens the door and waves at you and Lil Salomon and sees you in a grogy state and he gives you a slight tap on your forehead to get you to snap out of dreamland and as you wipe your eyes and a clear view you were shocked to see Mr Mononobe crouched to equal your eye level.

Mr Mononobe:Looks like you been up all night i assume 

Harumo:Mr Mononobe? why are you here? and.....

A sudden realization hits you as you checked your alarm clock you realized you set it at the wrong time.AGAIN.

Harumo: AHHHHHHHH!!! I FLIPPING SET IT AT THE WRONG TIME AGAIN !!!!

Lil Salomon:*sigh* *face palms self* Master i have to start reminding you of your alarm situation.

Mr Mononobe gives out a slight giggle as you start to jump out of bed to get ready for class,you start to brush your teeth and took a quick shower

Harumo:SORRY MR MONONOBE!! i was up all night because........*idea* i was helping out a friend in a charity organization.

You have to lie to Mr Mononobe because you were busy on your adventure on the seas along with Benten,Ebisu,and the gang in looking for great treasure which lasted for two days and you just came home last night very sleepy you were knocked out when you layed on your bed that time.

Mr Mononobe:*giggle* no worries i already know you were busy this days and..huh?

Mr Mononobe sees you wrongly button your uniform in the wrong pattern and quickly fixes your uniform 

Mr Mononobe:Your buttoned in it the wrong way...here let me fix that for you.

You noticed it too and you thank Mr Mononobe for that matter Mr Mononobe gives you smile and ruffles your hair and you just had that combed 

Harumo:Hey!! i just combed that!!! 

Mr Mononobe apolagized in messing your hair and you quickly fixed it as you done that you started to why is Mr Mononobe visiting you when class is about to start and to started to asks him why is he visiting you since you only have five minutes left before class starts and you dont want another lecture  from Shiro and Toji again.

Harumo; Wait,? why are you here all of sudden did something happen?

You started to question him about his sudden visit you expected it to be somewhat serious since he does”nt visit you before class starts instead he pats your head gives you a smile and says.

Mr Mononobe:Today:s a very special day for you Harumo!!

You tilted your in confusion since you don”t know why today is very special especially when it comes to you since you are literally a chaos magnet you gave Mr Mononobe a HUH? and you turn around to Lil Salomon and even he does”nt know what today is even he is also confused of why today is very special to you ask Mr Mononobe why today is very special to you and he gives you a pat on your shoulder and says

Mr Mononobe:You”ll find out soon after my class now hurry up your gonna be late for Mr Tritons class!

You realized Mr Triton is your first class and  quickly rushed out of your dorm with a worried look on your face since Mr Triton can be very scary when it comes to punctuality you wave Mr Mononobe goodbye and quickly rushed to  school,Lil Salomon whom you seem to have forgotten ask his father the reason for this special day and as he whispered it to Lil Salomon he was shocked beyond comprehension and jumping and as he was about to tell Harumo of the news Mr Mononobe tells him to keep it a secret because he was planning on announcing it to class as a surprise to him Lil Salomon says OHHH!!,and nods in agreement in surprising Harumo.

Meanwhile 

In class E-1 the summoners are chatting to themselves and possibly planning a guild meeting afterschool they heard the school bell rang and they returned to their seats but they are surprised to notice that one particular person is still not present yet 

Shiro:It seems like our guildmaster is running late again ,maybe i should rush over to get him.?

Ryota: i wonder what happened to Harumo? is he sick or something?

Kengo:He probably just overslept or something 

Toji:I wonder if got caught in someone else”s affairs again?

Moritaka: i do say,Harumo is the type to get into trouble often, maybe he was busy yesterday and got really tired?

With a concern look Shiro thinks of going to Harumo”s dorm room to check whether he overslept again but Mr Triton has arrived and quickly run an attendance to the entire class,Shiro being class representative performed attendance run and asks if he could check on Harumo and Mr Triton said to wait just 5 more minutes and if he is still not here then you could check,With that mind Shiro nod in agreement and went back to his seat, Meanwhile in the hallway on ground floor.

Harumo:*panting*crap! crap! crap! im so late!! im gotta get an earful from Mr Triton about this*panting**

Harumo continues to run like no tomorrow to get to class and possibly preparing himself of an earful lecture of getting late again,He continues to run and run and finally reach E-CLASS with him sweating so much he”s combed hair looks like he got up from bed and with him panting, everyone assume you run from the mountains, as you entered you quickly bowed to Mr Triton and apoligized and promise never to be late again,You assume in your mind that you’re gonna get an lecture from Mr Triton about being late,But instead of an angry look on his face,He pats your head with a smile and orders to you go to your seat and try not be late again,Your reaction is both confused and shocked since you assume your gonna get in trouble for being late,But Mr Triton said..

Mr Triton:i understand just please try to be more punctual next time! okay?And also Mr Mononobe told about today and he ask me if i could spare you on an earful lecture and i said okay then!!

You remebered what Mr Mononobe told you back in your dorm room and asks Mr Triton about what today is,Instead of an answer he gives you a smile and holds your shoulder and gives out a small laugh,You did”nt why he was laughing?or why is Mr Mononobe and Mr Triton acting very weird today with a confused look you went to your seat and Mr Triton with all students in his class he starts he”s daily teaching.

After Mr Triton”s class 

You let out a sigh of relief thinking this must be your lucky day since you did”nt get punished by Mr Triton for your lack of punctuality and thinking about what Mr Mononobe said being your special day you look confused and started to  wonder what today is,You were thinking of going to see Mr Mononobe about that but it seems you don”t have to worry about that because Mr Mononobe has already arrived and thought 

Harumo:Maybe i should ask Mr Mononobe about that after class,But still,what is it that makes this day so special?HMMMM?Did he told the other teachers about today?maybe after class then.

With Mr Mononobe started he”s daily teaching and 1 hour later as soon he was about to leave,He looks over to his shoulder in look at Harumo with a smile and said.

Mr Mononobe:HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARUMO!!!

After he said those words and left you and the summoners took a while to process what Mr Mononobe said and

Harumo&Summoners:.......

Harumo&Summoners:WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

You and the rest of the summoners were both extremely shocked to hear that today is your Birthday and you are the most shocked of all since you came to this world with no memory of your life before you summoned to Tokyo you did not know when you were born or even your birthday you have no clue of your life at all.

Shiro:*sturrering* i did not realize that today is birthday!!

Ryota:I CAN”T BELIEVE ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY WHY DID’NT TELL US?!!!

Kengo:YEAH!! WHY DID’NT YOU TOLD US THAT TODAY”S YOUR BIRTHDAY PARTNER !

Toji:Even im shocked to hear its your birthday!!!

Moritaka:Its a very special today now your celebrating your day of your birth is that wonderful Harumo!!!

Harumo:Actually ...i did’nt even know that today”s my birthday!

Shiro:OH thats right you have amnesia so suppose you did not even remember your own birthday 

Harumo:Sooooooo Happy Birthday to me?

SO THATS PART 1 CAUSE IM RUNNING OUT OF CREATIVITY JUICE AND STUFF AND THIS MY FIRST TIME SO PLS COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THINK OF THE FANFIC AND I WANT YOU ALL TO BE BRUTALLY HONEST IN YOUR CRITICMS BECAUSE I WANT TO KNOW THE MISTAKES IM MAKING AND HOPEFULLY WE GET ALONG PRETTY SWELL SO THANK FOR READING AND AS ALWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARUMO!!!!!

[lovelybunny08]

The Backroom 2

♡ Pairing- Yoongi X Reader

♡ Genre- Smut, doctor, fingering, choking

♡Description- What will you do when you find out Yoongi secret will you stay or will you leave?

♡ Again thank you @artofediting for editing all my story. Seriously love you I dont know what I will do without you.😭😭

♡ Word Count- 3,364

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It had been a while since the last time you had worked a night shift which made it so you hadn’t seen Dr. Min for just as long. Last time you never got his contact, and all you can think about is the way his fingers felt inside you. How often had you laid in bed at night touching yourself to the memory of his deft fingers pumping in and out of you?

You sighed heavily and leaned on the arm of your chair as your eyelids grew heavy when you heard your boss calling you from her office. You quickly got up and walked into her office, sitting down in the seat across from where she sat behind her desk. Her eyes were trained on the paperwork in front of her as she failed to notice your presence. 

 “uh, hey! You called?” You announced trying to garner her attention.

 “Oh, Y/N! Yes, perfect timing. Can you please do me a favor. Alex was supposed to work the night shift tonight, but he just called out sick. I know this means you’ll basically work a double today, but do you think you can cover it? I’ll go ahead and let you off early from this shift if you take it.” She stared at you with desperate, searching eyes hoping her pout would convince you. To most other employees, this would be such a drag. However, an overnight shift might mean that you might be able to see a certain doctor.

 “Yes!” You nearly shout. “I-uh, I mean, yes, I don’t mind at all” you told your boss trying to hide your eagerness.

“Great! Like I said, you can go home and relax until the night shift.” You gave a small nod and left to gather your things and punch out. Your ride home was spent with thoughts of said doctor and how long it had been since your last encounter.

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You wake up to your alarm going off and jump off your couch to shower and get dressed. You wear the sexiest yet still professional attire you can find for work. It was a one-piece dress that was black on top and red on the bottom with buttons going down the skirt making it look like a two-piece outfit. You top it off with some black flats and a black choker.

You grab your bag and head out the door; your imagination running wild with the events that you hope take place.

When you arrived, it was insanely busy as the weekends normally are. You immediately  went to the back room to put your stuff away and punch in. Soon you’re working double-time rushing to register all of the new patients. You didn’t even notice the eyes of your co-worker on your back until she addresses you.

“Wow, you look a lil different today.” Yunki examines as she comes from the backroom getting ready to leave.

“Eh, sometimes you just need to dress up for work” you reply with a wink as you turn to continue registering the next patient.

Hours of the night pass when you’re finally done registering all the patients and organizing a bit of the leftover paperwork. You stand from behind the desk planning to head to the front desk to finish off a few things. You were exhausted from the endless flow of patients. When you walked to the front of the desk, you overheard one of the nurses addressing someone which immediately woke you up.

“Oh, Mrs. Min! What a surprise! What are you doing here?” The nurse asked the person. No. Not a person, Mrs. Min. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Nonetheless, you continue to listen to figure out what the hell was happening.

“I’m just here to quickly drop something off to my husband” Mrs. Min kindly replies.

“Let me call him for you,” the nurse responds. You continue your walk to the front now to finish inputting the patient information in the system (and get a better view of what was going on).

You walk in and sit down behind one of the computers and spare a glance at the two women. Mrs. Min was stunning with long black hair. She was wearing the most expensive clothes you have seen in your life, and she looked like she walked straight out of a magazine.

As if the scene couldn’t get worse, Dr. Min Yoongi walks out of the ER door and spots his wife standing in front of the desk with the nurse where you sat. An unrecognizable expression flashes across his face but was gone before you could analyze it.

“Jessica, what are you doing here?” Dr. Min exclaims to her in surprise as he walks towards the two and leans down to give her a kiss. This all took place right in front of you, and it took you a few minutes of empty gawking at your computer screen before your thoughts came into order. How stupid could you have been? He was married. You felt so dumb. Of course he was married! He was a kind, wealthy, hot, successful doctor! The fact that he never disclosed any such information to you pissed you off beyond belief. With a mixture between anger and disappointment, you clench your jaw and continue your work, ignoring their presence.

Time passes as you go back to your desk and begin registering new patients. You didn’t notice when the wife had left or where Dr. Min had slipped away too. You consumed yourself in your work, flying through registration like a maniac, blocking out the rest of the world. As your desk phone rings you automatically pick it up to respond.

“Hello, this is Grace Hospital. How may I help you?”

“Y/N, it’s nurse Eunah. The patient you weren’t able to get to before finally got his information so you can register him now.”

“Ah, thank you, Eunah, I’ll get right to it” you told the nurse and ended the call. You go to find the patient once more to begin registration.

An hour or so passes and after answering the nonstop questions from that one patient, you were finally able to register him. You were walking down the hall back to your computer when your paper slipped from your hand. You were bending down to grab them when someone beat you to it. As the hands shuffle the papers together, your body goes rigid as you vividly remember those hands. As the person stands up and you straighten, you slowly look up to see Dr. Min staring down at you with the papers outstretched towards you. You accept the papers and bow slightly to thank him. Without missing a beat, you begin to walk away hoping to escape the awkward atmosphere. Before you could, you felt his hand on your arm to stop you. You immediately halt and turn to look at him. Clearing your throat and plastering on a fake smile, you address him.

“Yes. Dr. Min. How may I help you?” His eyes narrow at your guarded disposition. He grabs the papers back from your hands disregarding your reaction.

“Eunah, please finish registering the patient for Miss. Y/N. I need her help with a problem in one of the registrations of another patient” he says, handing the papers over to the nurse.

“Of course," Eunah replies, turning back to her computer. Dr. Min spins back to face you with a stern demeanor.

“Come," he demands, leaving no room for negotiation.

You follow him out of the ER to the doctor’s personal offices. You had to be a head of a department to normally have your own office, and since Dr. Min was the head of ER, he had his own. You follow him into the space which was larger than you would have imagined. His office had his desk with his computer on one end. On the other end, he had a couch with a coffee table in the middle. There was also a flatscreen on the wall that faces his desk and a love chair placed at the end of the coffee table. You seat yourself down on the couch as he sits on the love seat to your left. You turn to him politely and address him the most professional way possible.

“Dr. Min. is there something wrong?” You ask innocently even though you would rather be anywhere else. Still, despite it being wrong, his presence demands its effect on your body. You stiffen as he sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“I told you to call me Yoongi,” he replies in an authoritative tone. His glare causes you to break eye contact as your eyes fly down onto his hands in his lap. Big mistake. The same hands that once brought you endless pleasure now twisted your stomach in knots as the wedding ring on his left hand glared at you. He must not wear it often as this was your first time ever seeing it. The sexual tension and anger made sense to you, but what you didn’t expect was the jealousy you felt from seeing that ring. You had no right to feel that way, and it only pissed you off more. You felt beyond stupid, and now it was being shoved into your face. Gah, you even dressed up for him today. What were you thinking? He’s married, and he’s out of your league anyways.  

“Jealous?” His gruff voice broke your reverie and you stared at him with wide eyes. How did he see through you like that? Was it that obvious? You were jealous, yes, but admitting that to yourself and him were two drastically different things.

“No!” you scoff. “That’s ridiculous” you explain looking down.

“I know you’re lying. Every time you lie, you always look down after.” You froze as heat flooded your face. You remained silent because he was right, and there was no point in making a fool out of yourself even more. Each second that passed felt like an eternity, and his intense glare made you feel powerless. His aggressive stance toward you only reminded you of your heated encounter in the backroom. As you revisit the memory, you begin to rub your thighs together, only making you feel more ashamed; lusting after a married man. This small motion doesn’t go unnoticed to Yoongi.

“Don’t lie to me,” he sighs. “Let me ask you this. Do you want me?” He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “Be honest or I’ll bend you over my desk and fuck you until you admit the truth.” Your eyes widened as the shock of what he just said went straight to your core. What kind of game was he playing? He knew what those words did to you. You stared him dead in the eyes as you thought over your response. You knew it was wrong. You knew that wanting him to fuck you hard against his work desk was just a shameful dream to you. He was married.

“Yes,” You clench your jaw. “But it’s wrong. You’re married.” You mutter out the last bit in disbelief. Suddenly, a smile crossed his face, and it was the first genuine smile you’ve seen from him all night.

“Ah. I think I understand now.” Yoongi says laying back in his chair.

“What do you mean you understand now?” You ask.

“Your problem is that to you I’m married. Jessica and I are are mmarried but only for looks.” You gave him a confused look but he continues “Our family know each other for awhile and   arranged marriage to save her family, but one thing I can tell you is we don’t love each other only to the outside world we do.” Finishing his explanation, he stares at you with a smug smile. You couldn’t help the small smile that escaped in return even if you knew it was wrong.

“It makes sense then, why you didn’t seem that happy when you saw her here” You respond. Seeing your acceptance of his situation, he patts one of his thighs.

“Come here kitten and sit facing me.”

You knew he might technically be married, but there was something about him you couldn’t deny, especially when he used that nickname. He drew you in. You stand only to spread your legs and sit on his thighs, you dress hiking up as you did so. Without giving much time for adjustment, Yoongi grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him until your lips were barely inches apart. He whispered onto your lips, “My sweet kitten looks can be deceiving then I thought. Could you have  resisted even if my marriage isn’t real? I guess you can’t always trust what you see.”

Then he’s kissing you hard. You thought you had truly experienced the wild side of him last time, but this kiss was full of lust, desire, and passion. His lips moved over yours until his tongue was sliding into your mouth, dominating you and stealing every breath. In response, your hands scraped down his chest as you began rubbing yourself on the tent in his pants. Your skirt was nearly around your waist at this point. He was so hard already and you could feel your wetness on your thighs. You couldn’t believe how ready he made you only from kissing you. He wraps one of his arms around your waist until you’re directly over his dick, leaving you a moaning mess and you begin to rub directly against it. You slip your hand up his chest and behind his as you begin slightly tugging at the ends of his hair. Yoongi then slides his hands underneath your ass and he stands up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carefully lies you down onto the coffee table and breaks the kiss to stand up and look down at you.

“God you look so good lying here, wet and ready for me.” Yoongi runs his tongue over his swollen lips before pressing a hand above your head for support before kissing you faster and deeper. His other hand was running up your legs slowly, pushing them open until he reached the apex of your thighs. He soft tucks his fingers into the band of your panties and yanks them off, discarding them somewhere on the floor. His fingers immediately begin rubbing your clit and you moan into his mouth at the feeling. How you’ve dreamed about feeling his hands on you again. His lips began sliding down your neck, leaving slight teeth marks until he reached your black choker.

“Mmmmm I like this on you” He hums against your throat. His teeth tug on the black band slightly before he’s reattaching his lips to yours and slipping two fingers in you at the same time. The sudden onslaught to your senses is overwhelming in the best way. As he continues to pump and curl his fingers in and out of you, he sits up to pull down the stop of your dress. You lift your back to help him take off your bra as well. As your nipples harden in the cold room, Yoongi leans down and takes a nipple into his warm mouth. As he sucks hard on your breast, he adds a third finger into you and the mix of pain begins to send you towards your edge.

“Please Yoongi, I'm g-gonna cum” you breathily moan.

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum all over my fingers.”

With those words, your eyes shut tight as the tension in your abdomen snaps and you’re thrown into pure bliss. Yoongi continues to softly pump his fingers in and out of you as you finish cumming on them. He eventually pulls out his finger and stands over you, breathing heavily. He sucks his fingers clean of your arousal and begins to unbutton his dress shirt and unbuckle his belt.

“I can’t wait to know how it feels to be inside you.” He groans.

As he pushed down his pants and boxers, you finally got to see him. You had never seen anyone with his size before and you can’t help but lick your lips. You got up to touch him, but he quickly pushed you back down against the table.

“No, kitten not today. Another time I’ll let you, but today I'm gonna fuck you so you know who you belong to.” You couldn’t believe the dirty words that were falling onto your ears, but it only turned you on more.

He slides your dress off and then leans down with one hand above your head. He lines himself up your entrance, and you moan in anticipation. You move your hips slightly hoping to get some sort of relief, but he doesn’t allow it.

“So impatient, little kitten” he tuts and then pushes himself in and bottoms out in one swift move. You gasp at the feeling of him inside you and scrape your nails down his back. He stills for a while seeing the slight pain in your face. After letting yourself adjust for a bit, you move your hips slightly as a signal to move. He sets a slow pace in the beginning, dragging himself almost completely out of you until he pushes back into you.

“P-please, f-faster,” you’re barely able to beg.

“Use your words kitten.”

“Agh, please Yoongi fuck me harder.” You nearly scream at him. Yoongi lets out a chuckle and dives down to kiss you hard once more. He picks up his pace immediately, hitting all of the right spots until you couldn’t open your eyes. You felt like your insides were on fire as his other hand slid upward to mold your breasts into his palm. He then slowly travels upwards to wrap around the black choker and squeeze your throat just enough to labor your breathing. He then begins pushing in harder than before, sucking bruises across your chest as his hand wraps itself harder around your throat.

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum for daddy,” he whispers, and at those words you lose it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his hand releases your throat, the sudden flow of oxygen only increasing your pleasure. Yoongi speeds up slightly as his thrusts grow sloppy until he’s spilling his seed inside of you. You both lay there, bare chests pressed against each other, breathing heavily. Yoongi grabs your jaw and kisses you deeply before he pulls himself off of you. He walks behind his desk and returns to you with a towel. As he carefully wipes you down, you catch your breath and admire the man in front of you. As he begins to clean himself, you stand up to redress yourself. You slip on your dress and shoes as Yoongi finishes buttoning his shirt. He hands you your bra from across the room as you slide on your ruined panties.

“Your phone?” Yoongi reminds you as he hands it to you. You unlocked it only to give it back for him to put his contact info in.

“I put my personal phone number there,” he said, giving it back to you. You stare at your phone. You were still slightly uneasy at the fact that his  technically still married.

As if he was reading your mind, he announces,  “There’s no turning back for me. I want you, and I take what I want without regret.”

“I want you too, but I don’t want to be  ruin a marriage” you reply.

He throws his head back in laughter as he crosses the room and takes your chin in his hand.

“Kitten, what I want with you has nothing to do with my marriage or lack thereof. You’re an entirely separate matter.” He speaks softly.

You look into his eyes and all you can find is honesty. Whether or not it is reality, you know that he truly believes his desire for you is separate from his marriage. In the back of your mind, you can’t help but think you may just be a source of comfort for him, and that he will never truly be yours.

[little-wicked10]

Purely Precious

Pairing: Negan x Unnamed OFC

Warning: Swearing, eventual smut

Summary: How could something so beautiful, so precious, have been created from a man who lusted for blood? How could fate be so cruel as to make her have his distinct dark hair and his dimples?

Leaving the Sanctuary was one of the hardest decisions she had to make, but after staring at the positive pregnancy test, she had to. The Sanctuary was no place to raise a child, especially in Negan’s world; a world full of violence, blood, and other wives. The only place she knew that could take care of her and her unborn child with the necessary supplies was Alexandria, Negan’s favorite place to torment. Even though Rick hated Negan, he didn’t turn her away. He could see the fear in her eyes, the fear of becoming a mother and bringing a baby into the apocalypse. The leader of Alexandria gave her a place to stay with as many supplies as she needed. When Negan and his Saviors came knocking, she’d hide away in a locked basement. The week Negan came after her disappearance nearly got everyone killed, but no one told him where she was or even acknowledged they knew who she was.  

She loved Negan, but he wasn’t fit to raise a child. His world wasn’t a place to raise a child. She wouldn’t force him to change his ways for the sake of a mistake. She didn’t know if she could even convince him to change.  

After many months, she gave birth to a little girl. The little infant came out fighting and covered in blood, like her father. Holding her daughter close to her chest, all bloody, barely cleaned off, and showcasing a large set of lungs, she couldn’t believe how something so pure and innocent could be created in a world of chaos. “What will you name her?” Rick asked her once the eventful night came to an end.

“Georgia.”

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The thundering engine of approaching supply trucks startled her as she lay Georgia down in her crib. Quickly stepping to the window, her worst fear was outside.

Negan and his Saviors. 

Negan was arguing with Rick, who was doing everything in his power to keep Negan from searching through the houses. Knowing Rick couldn’t keep him occupied for long, she quickly shut the shades in Georgia’s room and made her way downstairs to lock the front door. She needed to move fast to get herself and her child down to the safety of the basement. Negan’s booming voice barked orders and threatened the lives of all who lived in Alexandria if Rick didn’t step down. The blood rushing in her ears didn’t allow her to hear how close Negan actually was to her front door. 

The front door was suddenly kicked down right in front of her, and in the doorway was the devil himself with his favorite lady on his shoulder. Frozen with fear, she couldn’t move as Negan’s eyes went wide at seeing her. Her name fell breathlessly from his lips as his grip on Lucille loosened so much at his surprise that he nearly dropped his beloved bat. “Well this is a FUCKING SURPRISE!!!” Negan called, “You been hiding her this whole time, you sorry shit! 

“N-Negan,” her voice stuttered. 

“Oh this better be good,” he laughed evilly, strutting into the house, “I wrote you off as dead, and what do I find? Rick the prick has been hiding you all along!”

“I-it’s not his fault. I left on my own.”

“And uh who helped you with that, sweetheart? Last I checked my Sanctuary is always on lockdown,” Negan grit his teeth, thinking of the ways he was going to kill the motherfucker who let her go. 

“I figured it out myself.”

That answer didn’t satisfy him. Negan quickly swung Lucille, smashing a lamp then the glass table it was sitting on, “DONT LIE TO ME!” Everything was still and quiet. She couldn’t look him in the eye as he stood there breathing heavy like a wild beast. A cry pierced the sudden tension. Her heart stopped as Negan’s eyes went wide with confusion at the sound. Risking it, she ran. Bolting up the stairs, she heard Negan’s heavy boots rush after her. Before she could reach the room, Negan suddenly had her pinned against the wall, “We weren’t done talkin’, darlin’.” She tried to fight against him, desperate to answer the child’s cries. 

“Who’s in there?” Negan demanded. 

“Please Negan,” she pleaded. 

He slammed his hand into the wall next to her head, “TELL ME!” She cried out with fear. Seeing he was not going to get an answer, he threw himself away from the wall and barged into the room. “NO!” she cried after him. The screaming baby lay in the crib, upset by the commotion. Negan’s tense form stood over the crib. She stared at him in fear, but didn’t dare come near him, “Please, Negan. Let me take care of my baby.” He suddenly straightened up at her words and gripped Lucille tighter, “Whose is it?” It. Such a cruel word to call the most beloved being in the world to her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she didn’t want to tell him. He said her name in a demanding tone before asking again, “Who’s the father?” No reply. Negan suddenly set Lucille down, no longer able to handle the child’s crying. 

Her heart stopped as she watched him reach into the crib and hold Georgia in his arms. His leather jacket slightly squeaked as he wrapped the screaming infant in his arms and began to rock her. His low, soothing voice began to hum and whisper, “Hey, lil darlin’, don’t cry. I’m sorry I scared ya.” His gloved hand came up and gently stroked the dark hair on her little head. The way his entire demeanor changed was shocking. Nearly five seconds ago, Negan was ready to bash somebody’s head in, and it scared the living shit out of her. Now, the tension had disappeared and replaced with a calm atmosphere. She sniffled trying to calm her nerves. Georgia slowly quieted in Negan’s arms, “It’s alright, babygirl. Ol’ Negan won’t hurt-cha.” A sweet smile graced his lips as he helped the little girl calm down. Georgia’s cry turned into a light whimper until she lay peacefully in the man’s arms. Negan hummed with delight as he continued to rock her, “Oooh you are a precious little angel, aren’t-cha?” A chuckled rumbled in his chest as Georgia attempted a small smile from the rocking and humming she was receiving. The dimples in her cheeks suddenly looked familiar to him. 

The smile on his lips faded and was replaced with focused curiosity as he studied the infant. His gloved finger traced the light curl in Georgia’s dark hair. He noticed the close resemblance in their skin tones even though this infant couldn’t be more than a month old, and his skin had been darkened by the many months, if not years, of being in the sun. He saw the child was attempting to open her eyes, but a stream of light from between the blinds was keeping her from doing so. Negan turned his back to the window, and once in the shade, the infant opened her eyes. Two sets of identical eyes stared at one another, reflecting the truth to one another. Negan felt his heart stop as the realization hit him. She saw it too. He knew now. “She’s...mine?” the question hung in the air. “Yes,” she managed to answer. 

Negan looked up above the crib and saw the pink letters that spelled out Georgia that was a present from Rick. “Georgia? That’s her name?” Negan asked. She nodded and gently walked towards him. Both parents looked down at their daughter. “She’s beautiful. She looks like you,” Negan smiled. “She has your eyes...and your dimples,” she added making Negan chuckle a bit. A silence filled the room, but she could tell he had so many questions. 

“I left because I found out I was pregnant.”

Negan looked at her confused, “I don’t understand.”

“The Sanctuary is no place to raise a child, and your world has no room for a weakness like this. I knew I couldn’t force you to change in order to protect her.”

“Baby, I would have for this,” he admitted, glancing down at Georgia who was mouthing over Negan’s leather finger. 

“I can’t ask you to do that. You aren’t the white picket fence type, Negan. You have five wives for fuck’s sake.”

Negan didn’t respond. They suddenly noticed how Georgia began to suckle the air and become fussy after Negan’s finger didn’t satisfy her. “I think she’s hungry,” Negan said slowly handing her to her mother. Neither said a word as she sat down and began to breast feed. Negan watched intensely. He didn’t make a dirty joke or crude comment like he usually would but simply watched in fascination and thought. “She’s so beautiful,” Negan murmured in bewilderment, running his hand over the scruff around his mouth. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he was able to make something so beautiful and tiny. He only ever thought he was capable of creating chaos. “She came out fighting and covered in a little blood,” she whispered. Negan chuckled again, “She is mine.”

Negan has so many questions as he watched her breastfeed. “Was it hard? Giving birth?” he asked hesitantly, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. She met his gaze, “It wasn’t easy.”

“Were you in a lot of pain?” Negan looked at Georgia then her once again. 

“Yeah, but it was worth it,” she smiled sweetly at her daughter. 

“Fuck. And I did that to you?” Negan asked surprised.

She giggled, “That’s how it works, Negan. Sex has a purpose besides just feeling good.”

They sat in silence again as she continued to feed their daughter. Once Georgia had finished, she gently placed the baby on her shoulder and burped her. Negan chuckled at the tiny burps that his daughter made. He watched intensely as she lay Georgia to bed and stood next to her over the crib. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was how it was supposed to be. If this was how it was meant to be. Grant it, it wasn’t an ideal situation, but Negan felt like it was right. “Come back. Please,” he nearly begged. She looked up at him with surprise in her eyes. She felt the longing pull at her heart when he said those words. “I’ll drop the wives, I’ll let the saviors do most of the supply runs alone. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it,” he pleaded. 

“Negan...”

“Baby, when you left I was a mess. I couldn’t do anything without thinking of you. I haven’t touched another woman since you left. The thought of you being dead killed me inside, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I can’t lose you...or her. Please, baby, come back with me. Both of you,” he confessed. 

“I don’t know.”

Suddenly Negan got down on one knee, taking her hands in his, “Once the world ended, I didn’t think I was capable of caring again until I met you. Now I have two ladies in my life that mean more to me than.... bashing brains in and scaring the shit out of motherfuckers,” she laughed at him, “I ain’t gonna lose you again, and I’m not about to lose her.”

She bit her lip glancing over at Georgia. She knew if he put his mind to it, Negan could be a good father. He was a good husband for sure. She just didn’t want to corrupt something so pure. The only thing in her world that she loved more than herself and even Negan. She didn’t want to lose Georgia because of this shitty world, but it would be wrong of her to deny Negan the chance to be a father and deny Georgia the chance to have a father. “I’m asking you to be my wife.... again. But my only wife this time,” he added with a playful smirk, “Let’s be a family, baby.” She looked at him and his dazzling smile. The genuine look in his eyes meant he was serious. She could see this is what he wanted. The look in his eyes told her he had already fallen madly in love with their daughter....and her. She smiled, tears welling up in her eyes, “I’ve missed you so much.” Negan stood up quickly, wrapped her up in his arms, and kissed her with so much passion that it nearly took her breath away. He could feel her tears on her cheeks wet his own, and he planned to kiss away all that pain and fear. 

“You should have told me, darlin’. Could have saved a bunch of trouble,” Negan panted. 

“I was scared.”

“I know, baby. You don’t have to be anymore,” he assured. 

He kissed her again, letting his scruff tickle and scratch her face. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. She missed this. She missed him. Yes, he was terrible and rotten and a down right villain, but that was only when he had to be. In that moment, Negan decided to the outside world he would be the cruel King of the Saviors, but once he came back he’d be a loving husband and father. He would protect and provide for his those who were purely precious to him. 

[springday-aus]

Hairdresser!AU with Mingyu

moodboard link 

Group: Seventeen 

Member: Kim Mingyu 

Genre: fluff, romance 

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: 1.8k 

since Mingyu is still pretty young, he’s enrolled to one of those beauty school salons where they can practice on customers

he’s not an official hairdresser, but he’s pretty close to getting there 

he’s like one of three guys who studies/works there out of like a thousand women 

unless you wanna count Jeonghan (but he’s more of a consultant than an actual hair stylist)

it’s fun working there though, at least for Mingyu 

he gets to meet lots of different people

most of them actually come back, specifically requesting him

can you just imagine how much tip money this boy has? 

he’s just got a way with his hands and he’s got the confidence to seem like he knows what he’s doing 

(don’t tell anyone, but if you look close enough, you would see the panic in his eyes because he actually doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing) 

Wonwoo: “have you ever, like… messed up on someone’s hair?” 

Mingyu: “I kNoW wHaT I’M dOiNG” **sweats internally**

for real though, he actually does his job fairly well

he’s just worried about messing it up and because he’s worried about messing it up, he kind of does mess it up, and it’s a whole cycle 

but because of those mistakes, he actually learns how to fix them quickly 

anyways 

because of his height, the customer’s chair is always really high—everyone can always tell which vanity is his due to the high heights of his chair 

his long limbs also cause him to bump into a lot of the furniture 

despite the messes he (kind of) creates, he’s actually rather neat 

all of the products are sorted out by brand and type, so he basically knows where everything is 

anD he uses specific cleaning supplies to keep his mirrors in top condition 

Jihoon: “this is the same guy who wipes his snot on us?” 

Hansol: “we love duality” 

speaking of the seventeen crew, they….. kind of? trust Mingyu (when it comes to the job)

like

they know he’s talented—they give him like 200% of their support

**cue seungcheol throwing a party after Mingyu’s first customer** lmao

but like……

it’s like…. you’ve known a friend for too long and you trust them but not trust trust them because you k n o w them

some of them do come in to get their hair done, but most of them just prefer to watch and support from the side…

…………. some more nervous than others

(Joshua watched Mingyu drive into a wall when he got his permit, so, when it came to hair, Joshua was like nope nope nope)

anywho, the main point is: Mingyu is a very talented dude who is trying his best at doing what he loves

now let’s get to you

let’s just say

we all have our talents, but…. hair… was definitely not yours LOL

you first met Mingyu after an unfortunate hair incident

dying your hair is all fun and games until it’s all over you and you can’t even tell if it set in

“maybe you should have went to the salon”

“oH gEE yo U thIN K??”

so you made an appointment at the beauty school nearby because it’s cheaper

since it’s your first time, they assigned someone to you

receptionist: “if you don’t like him, you can always request for someone else the next time you come in—but I think you’ll like him”

you: “.... him???”

you admit, when you came in, you were rather nervous

because it’s like……. your first….. official salon……

also lowkey because these were all students and you’ve heard enough horror stories of having them mess up

(your friend Sunny got her hair done at a beauty school and……. let’s just say that her hair was shorter and brighter than it was supposed to be……….. oof that was a bad time for Sunny—refer to I Got A Boy era)

as you wait, you browse through the magazines and the time… kinda just…. passed

about ten minutes later, you see a tall ass giraffe statue looking model in front of you with a blinding bright smile

you: error 404

at first, you thought he was just another……. handsome ass customer

but then you noticed the little binder….. that he had in his hands

and then he calls out your name

“hi, I’m Mingyu and I’ll be styling your hair today”

………….. what?????? ……. the???? …….. fuuuuuccccc—??

due to the processing error that was occuring, you didn’t even notice Mingyu getting closer

he thought you were pretty cute with your messed up hair (and your shocked face was even more adorable)

“hello???”

“oH uM okAY…….. please…. uM…... lead the way….”

when you got to his vanity/station (??), you notice how clean it is

…. and also….. the abnormal height of the chair……

you: “....... so am I climbing this??? Or???? what are we doing???”

Mingyu just laughs, but he also explains, “in order for me to do hair, I need to see it and I… am pretty tall”

so (when he lowers the chair) you get on the chair and the first thing he asks you, makes the blood rush to your cheeks

“I’m assuming you want me to redye your hair”

you kind of nod along embarrassingly, “...... yeah, the thing is…. my hair is…. complicated”

Mingyu nods with you, “all hair is complicated, but I’m sure we’ll figure out how to work with it”

so y’all spent about twenty minutes looking at hair dye first

his binder had all sorts of hair dye samples and he was getting all excited showing you…. he didn’t even notice how close he was getting to you 

and like…….. you…... are very….. distracted……

because he’s….. just…... really….. handsome and he looks so happy to be doing your hair, even though most people wouldn’t be

so y’all figure out a color, but before that he has to wash your hair….

when he does, his hands gently caress your hair—he handles it with so much care and gentleness, you almost melt on the spot

honestly you don’t even remember much, you were practically lulled to sleep

…… until the first slap of cold dye make contact with your scalp and wakes you up

“jESU S CHRIST”

Mingyu just laughs, showing his pretty pearls, and you end up laughing with him

as he gets through the bottom layer of your hair, you start asking him some questions—hey, he’s cute and you’ll be here awhile

(it’s not like you have anything to lose)

“so…. how did you get into hairstyling?”

Mingyu laughs again, “it’s kind of funny because it was supposed to be a joke between my friends and I, but they actually thought I was really good at hair”

you make a little hum of agreement, trying not to move your head

he continues, “I started looking into it and started practicing on some of my other friends… now I’m just here”

you end up nodding along and taking a glance at him, “I mean, from what I see, you seem to know what you’re doing”

he grins at you again, “confidence is key to everything”

“well,” you start, “not just confidence, I feel that you know what you’re doing even if you don’t want to admit it”

Mingyu's ... a bit ... touched….

because, even though he gets a ton of support for his goals, he doesn’t always feel 100% in his skills and no one has really told him to be

…... except for you……. a cute stranger with a bit of messy hair

as he continues to do your hair, y’all go back and forth—asking each other questions to get to know one another 

eventually, the other stylists are giving Mingyu, the look

(because now the convo has turned into lowkey flirting—lowkey to y’all…. not to everybody else tho lmao)

as the dye is setting into your hair, Mingyu still doesn’t leave

he kind of waits with you (even though he’s trying to make it look like he’s working) 

you actually really like talking to him because you can tell he enjoys what he does

and vice versa

he can see that you are a funny, open-minded person 

when he’s officially done with your hair, he asks for a picture of you

(just for a reference in his binder, he swears on it)

as you are paying for the job, you leave a little tip…… with your number on it….

about a week later….. Mingyu texts you: do you want a haircut?

Seungkwan: “this is the saddest thing I have ever witnessed—oW doN’T hIT ME”

after that, everything was history

he took you out on a cute little date at a diner nearby

and it’s like the conversation never ended

dating hairdresser!Mingyu is just as it sounds like

he will definitely play with your hair, whether consciously or unconsciously

he’s generally just really touchy, like he needs to have his hands on you somewhere

when y’all first started dating, he was really shy when he brushes your hand and now he’s real shameless, whether it’s in private or public

despite that though, whenever you make a move…. get ready for an extremely red but giddy Mingyu

honestly he feels more like an overgrown and over affectionate puppy than a boyfriend

because of him, you bring lots of items on you now….

like a first aid kit….. and lots of tissues…..

because this boy is clumsy and kind of messy

Jihoon: “you don’t understand what you’ve done for all of us, I’ve been a personal tissue for years”

Mingyu: “stop being so overdramatic”

Wonwoo: “have you LOOKED at his laundry recently, it lacks YOUR hand markings”

you: “doNT ATTACK HIM LIKE THIS”

seventeen actually loves you because now Mingyu has you to practice on first

Joshua: “if an accident ever happens, I have a way for you to get some real good extensions for cheap, but you didn’t hear it from me”

he’s joking…. kind of

okay, but real talk, they love that you’re, not only supportive of him, but also you give him more, real confidence about his work

one time, he was giving Wonwoo a lil haircut

cue you in the corner with some pompoms: “BABE YOU GOT THIS YOU’RE DOING GREAT”

Mingyu: turns red

Wonwoo: “should I leave?”

anyways

y’all are a super cute couple

lots of support for one another, lots of skinship, lots of comfortableness

oH MY GOD DOMESTIC MINGYU

he cleans, he cooks, he’s great with kids

all signs point to husband!Mingyu

and you are not going to let him go

you: “how are you literally perfect at everything??? you hit the jackpot, this is unfair” 

Mingyu, mumbling: “.... I hit the jackpot when I met you”

you: ?? “what’d you say?”

Mingyu: “nothing, nothing” **continues to stare at you with heart eyes**

[diaryofakasiehousewife-blog]

The beginning

Insert 5 "Seba...please stop." By this time he had advanced up to my boobs and busy caressing my right boob with his left hand while kissing me. Both our breathing intensified, my breathing got increasingly higher and higher as he started tongue kissing me. Bitting my lower lip with his teeth. I havent felt like this in a very long time. I was used to being attached like an animal in heat. Im used to 2 minute quickies, sometimes even with our clothes on. I havent been finger fuc#ked in a long time, talk about getting muffed, i even forgot how it felt like getting muffed. So i cant miss this opportunity. Noone will ever know mos. I mean who are we killing? We only going to do this once and thats it, Kabo wont even notice. Hes not going to know. I mean he wont even touch when he returns home. "Sebalo, please stop...this is not..." i tried to speak pushing away his right hand away which was alreadi inside my thong, rubbing my wet clit with his middle finger. His left hand now on my right cold butt, he then pulled my dress up by so doing. That both my butt were peaking outside. So i was literally half naked by now. I could now feel his middle fingure inside my vv now! Slowing he did me with his fingers for about 2 minutes or so, our lips still intact. Both my hands trying to loosen his belt. Finally i did, then i unbuttoned his jeans and then unzipped him. Pushing down his jeans, just low enough for me to grab his now even harder manhood with my right hand. Damn this nigga is not wearing any underwear. For me its a turn-on, i dont like men ba aparang dijoki, rather wear boxers. E seng joki. And just by touching him, i could feel that he is definiltely bigger than his lil bro. He is indeed a bigger brother. Who be talking shit about Tswana men having small dicks or no dicks at all? That statistic needs to be redone. Because what im holding here right now right here, its a porn level anaconda. His hands and mouth continued working wonders all over my weak body. Caressing me in tge right places. Just then i had an orgasm. Shit it felt so good. 5 minutes into this and my body already gave in. I was indeed hungry. Ka menwana fela. (Fingers only) whats gonna happen when he penetrates me? My screaming got louder and louder! I swear my neighbors heard me. "Are you ready for me...?" He murmured "What the fuck are you still waiting for." With that in order he carried me to my bedroom Threw me on top of the bed and with both hands he started taking off my thong. My bra and dress were still on me. But i didnt care anymore, i just wanted him inside me already. He then took off his tshirt and climbed on top my bed, positioning himself just so he could place his full lips on my labia. Then he started tongue f#cking me and continued so for about what seemed like forever. I started to drip wet again as he played my clit with his tongue and bitting my labia with his teeth. Just then he stopped, took off his jeans and looked straight into my eyes. His eyes were pitch red (pitch red yes) he was sweating, he looked hungry. He had that "finally" look on his face. Still looking at me he said "I want to fill you Tumi...I wanna get inside you and fill you up." By then i could see his whole package. He was fully erect now! Muscles on! Huge muscles! Dark skinned as i prefer it. How am i going to contain this? But yes i got to have it. Theres no turning back now. He then leaned over and helped me get out my dress and then took off my bra. "Wow...your nipples are just how i like them." Mind you, i still have my non-baby boobs so yeah my nipples stood up very well. I think i was just about a size 34_36. Just good enough to be big enough lol. With that he positioned himself between my legs, i then stretched my legs wide enough to say 'i welcome you inside me' With his eyes still looking at me... He started looking for the entrance with his dick and the tip of its head. Taking his eyes off me now, he started making his way in. Slowly he went. "You are tight...Is my brother not giving it to you anymore?" I just closed my eyes and pretended like i didnt hear him. Inch by inch he went in until he was completely in. Then he started moving in and out, still kissing me. Each thrust increasing as he started pumping in and out, faster and faster. Our breathing both got faster and i started moaning Our bodies intact. My hands on his back, scratching him, his hands holding both my bums and pulling me tighter towards him. We were locked together... Our bodies moved in unison of a song and rhythm of our own. Our muscles tightened. "Baby im cuming...cum with me baby" He whispered "I can feel you...i can feel you coming nana..." he said so increasing his thrust, going even much deeper until we both cried out loud in unison as we both released. A few seconds later he collapsed on top of me with my hands wrapped tightly around him. After sometime he moved and layed on his side. Pulling me closer to his chest...kissing my forehead. "Kabo ke ngwana man, he doesnt deserve you". He started talking "Sebalo, this is not gonna happen again." I said so quickly jumping off my bed "Its not like you didnt have fun." "It doesnt matter, this was a mistake. please just go. Before Kabo get back home." By now i was sober. "Dont worry let me just wait for my guy, then ill be on my way." He said so laughing, getting off the bed and wearing his jeans. Just then i rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind me "Yoh know your way out." I shouted from the bathroom. I just sat in there, cold water! Just going through tonignt's events. I was in so much regret. How can i stoop so long? I jst wanted to rub his scent off me. I sat there for almost 10 minutes then he came knocking on the bathroom door. "Okay, my friend is here now! Ka tsamaya neh, say hi to my lil brother for me." Mxm...i didnt answer him. He is such a jerk. i cant believe the nerve in him. How can he act so proud of what he just did to his own lil brother. Or maybe they are not brothers? With all that running through my mind, i started moving my hand towards my vv to wash it off with some plain water. Then i felt some creamy slimmy texture around my vv. Ke mamina a eng a? This is too thick to be one of my own fluids. I was soo scared. I cant believe i could be this stupid "This must be cum...man cum...man cum is sperm! So this is sperm?" I asked myself out loud. "Sebalo 's cum. Sebalo's cum is all over my vv. So he must came inside me." As i continued talking to myself. Interogating myself to be exact. Shit, he did come inside me because i dont remember seeing him putting on a condom, i dont even recall any of us mentioning one. Sebalo and I were unprotected.... ******************