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rafesangelita · 11 months ago

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♡ ward introduces the newest assistant to the office, and rafe has to have her.

warnings: lots of flirting, secrecy, super sweet fluff, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting

word count: 3.2k

“so if you’ll come this way, you’ll see the meeting room, which is where i’ll properly introduce you to the team in about fifteen minutes,” you followed mr. cameron, your new boss, around the cubicle packed room, smiling softly at those who cared enough to look up from their computers. “there’s not really much of a dress code, all i ask is that you dress for a corporate setting.” he lead you back to his office, where he asked you to take a seat.

“i won’t work you too much, i really just need someone who can keep me and my appointments with my clients organized. my son rafe, who is co-owner at the moment, will also be in need of your assistance, no worries though all he needs from you is to keep him updated on shipments and checking back in with clients to make sure they are more than happy with our services.” mr. cameron pushed a small stack of papers towards you.

“this is just the code of conduct, some expectations for here in the office. i’m gonna go take a phone call, and you can sign those documents in the meantime.” he patted your shoulder on his way out. you took a breath, flipping through the pages. everything looked pretty standard, all drugs prohibited, anyone under the influence will be asked to go home and will be terminated effective immediately, no firearms or weapons allowed while being in the building, etc…

then there was one rule, the only rule, in bold: ANY AND ALL ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS WITH THOSE OF HIGHER POSITIONS WILL RESULT IN TERMINATION OF BOTH PARTIES.

you hummed to yourself, mindlessly signing the papers with no clue of what was ahead of you. just as you finished signing the last page, mr. cameron walked in, flashing you a smile as you handed him the papers back. “do you have any questions for me?” he typed something up on his computer, the printer starting up soon after. “i do, actually. how come the rule for forbidding romantic relationships with higher ups the only one bolded? it’s not a problem or anything! i’m just wondering..” you cleared your throat.

“ah,” he stood up, “well the reason why it’s emphasized is because we want to avoid any and all legal troubles. lawsuits, investigations, it’s a really bad look for my company, and i would rather my employees keep their personal lives out of the office, especially those who are being paid very generously.” you nodded in understanding. “i see. very smart move.” you adjusted the ring on your finger, accepting a paper with your photo on it from mr. cameron.

“why, thank you. anyways, this is a temporary id for when you want to leave and enter the building. rafe is usually in charge of getting the id badges for our employees so he should have that ready for you by the end of the day.” he glanced down at his watch. “shall we get you introduced to everyone?” you nodded, making sure your head was held high as you two made your way to the already full meeting room. while everyone had been making small talk, rafe stayed silent while he stared at the blank presentation screen.

“good morning, everyone! i hope all is well, we’re here to discuss the construction plans for the skyscraper on the mainland, and i also have a new employee i’d like for everyone to meet,” rafe only saw your back profile, but with the view of your hips swaying in your tight pencil skirt and matching heels, it felt like eternity before you finally turned around, the sight of your perfect blowout and soft makeup doing something to his brain.. and his pants.

“this is y/n, and she is the new assistant to rafe and i. she comes from the mainland and has a degree in architecture, she is surely an amazing addition to our team, so i only expect the best treatment for her, as i do all of you.” you smiled, meeting everyone’s gaze, your heart stuttering in your chest when your eyes landed on him. he looked emotionless, but little did you know he was thinking of all the ways he could take you on his work desk.

“you can go ahead and take a seat, and we’ll get started.” you looked around, the only open seat being next to the man that made your stomach flip with a simple glance. you walked over, letting out a small ‘sorry!’ as you sat down, your knee bumping his. he didn’t acknowledge you at first, but once all eyes were on mr. cameron, rafe leaned in to speak to you quietly. “y/n, that’s your name?” you smelt his cologne before you could speak, the scent becoming your new favorite.

“yes, and yours?” rafe took your hand in his. “rafe cameron.” it took everything in you not to let your jaw drop. of course the insanely hot one was off limits. “nice to meet you.” you looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with him. rafe didn’t let go of your hand right away, clearly enjoying how shy he made you. “i’m assuming my father showed you around already?” you nodded, crossing one leg over the other. apart of you was slightly annoyed with yourself. you weren’t a shy girl, you didn’t avoid the stares of men, but rafe? he was a totally different ballpark.

“we’ll talk in my office after this.” he let go of your hand, smiling at you softly as you took out a notebook and pen, jotting down notes from what mr. cameron was going over. just like the rest of his father’s meetings, he wished this one would hurry up and end, wanting nothing more than to get you to himself already. thirty minutes later, and you found yourself sitting in front of rafe, both of you laughing about a topic he brought up.

“you know.. you carry conversation very well. a lot of people don’t know how to do that.” you adjusted your purse on your shoulder, both of you exchanging looks. he was wearing a white button down and slacks, his sleeves rolled up slightly. “thank you.” your words came out soft, the urge to steal a peek at his arms nearly unbearable. rafe examined you for a moment. “you dress very nicely, i like that.” he walked around his desk, leaning on the hardwood. “is this satin?” he rolled the fabric of your sleeve between his fingers.

if it was anyone else, you would’ve curled your lip in disgust before storming out the room and never looking back, but with the way this man towered over you, his eyes hungry as he stared you down, you met his gaze. “it is. and this? all leather?” it was a bold move, even for you, but if he was going there, you were going to meet him halfway. rafe sucked in a breath as your fingertips skimmed his belt. his hand came over yours, trailing it down his slacks, “we’re going to get along just perfectly.”

the next two weeks are a blur. first, you were too shy to look at this man, now he was stroking your thigh underneath the table during meetings. after he guided your hand over his hardening cock that fated day, it’s been nothing but hell for him, and you were enjoying every second of it. no one suspected a thing, and mr. cameron had actually told you to reside in rafe’s office for the time being while he worked to set you up somewhere nice. while rafe has been doing everything to get you where he wants you, you’ve been teasing him endlessly.

like today, you wore a black lace bra under your blouse, leaving it three buttons too shy so rafe could see what’s underneath. “mrs. thornton is on line one.” you’d bat your eyelashes up at him innocently, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he stared at your exposed cleavage. “you’re killing me, woman.” you’d laugh before getting out of his chair so he could take a seat. while he talked on the phone, you thought about the next way to torture him.

before you could start writing a dirty note for him, there was a light knock at the door. “come in!” rafe shouted, resuming his phone call while margaret, the receptionist, brought in the largest vase of flowers you’ve ever seen. “y/n? these are for you, honey.” you blinked, rushing to get up so you could take them out of her hands. “are- are you sure?” there was a small white envelope poking out the top. “positive. ask whoever sent you those if they have a brother.” she winked, leaving you dumbfounded.

you plopped down in one of the chairs in front of rafe’s desk, taking the envelope and revealing the small card inside.

you look beautiful everyday, so you’ll get flowers everyday <3

your head shot up at rafe who was already smiling at you. “sounds good, i look forward to our meeting mrs. thornton. yes, uh huh, alrighty goodbye.” you walked around his desk, rafe moving to face you. “did you get me these?” you took a seat on his lap, the most you ever let him touch you in two weeks. he sighed wrapping his arms around you as you read the card over and over’s again. “i did. ‘figured roses were too practical, so i got you peonies.” you smiled, pecking his cheek. “they’re my favorite.” there was a lot of intimacy going on right now that rafe wasn’t used too, but it was intimacy with you, it felt right.

“good to know. maybe we’ll get you through the catalog.” his hand rested flat on your tummy where your shirt had rode up. “you really didn’t have to do this. i love them.” you brought his coffee cup to your lips, your lipstick staining the rim as you placed the card back in the envelope. “i was thinking.. since tomorrow is the weekend and the office will be closed, why don’t we do something? i’d love to see you prance around in a bikini on my yacht.” he rested his chin in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“i bet you would,” you laughed, “that sounds fun. what time should i be ready?” you adjusted yourself, so your legs were hanging off his thighs. “mmm, how about two o’clock? we’ll stay to watch the sunset.” rafe stroked the side of your face, your eyes falling to his lips as you nodded. “i’d like that.” your voice dropped down to a whisper as he leaned in closely, his breath fanning the tip of your nose. “i want to kiss you so bad right now.” his jaw clenched as you ran a hand across his chest. “so kiss me, rafe.” you wrapped an arm around his neck to steady yourself.

just as his lips ghosted over yours, there was another knock at the door. both of you sighed, your foreheads resting against each other’s before you got up, taking the vase of flowers to your desk. “come in!” rafe wore an annoyed expression as mr. cameron walked in. “great timing, dad.” rafe grumbled, making a small smile grace your features. “listen, i need you to stay later and go over some of the projects that have been sent in, and flag the ones you think are worth investing in. i’m leaving so me and rose can catch our flight on time, we’ll be back by monday.” rafe nodded absently.

mr. cameron smiled. “good afternoon, y/n. flawless work these last couple of weeks, i almost forgot how easy things can be when properly organized. you have a great rest of your day.” you returned the gesture, tilting your head slightly. “why, thank you. i hope you have an amazing flight.” mr. cameron walked out, leaving you and rafe alone once again. “just what i wanted to do tonight. work overtime.” you watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “i could stay with you, help you out.” he shook his head. “i couldn’t ask you to do that. don’t worry it really shouldn’t take me that long.” you waved him off.

“don’t be ridiculous, i’ll be more than happy to review the submissions with you.” he wasn’t going to tell you no, so he let you have your way. after a few hours passed by, you made your way to the front desk where margaret was getting ready to leave. “you have a good weekend, y/n. see you monday!” you laughed at how quickly she got on the elevator to go home. you walked over to the copier room and grabbed the papers fresh out the printer. “well, office is officially empty. margaret just left.” rafe yawned, loosening the tie around his neck. “damn, it’s eight o’clock already?” you placed the papers on his desk, humming softly.

you let your hair down from it’s updo, the waves falling past your shoulders. “what?” rafe was looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. he pulled you down, making you straddle him. “thank you for doing this with me. because of you, we don’t have to stay late after all.” his hands ran up and down your back, untucking your blouse from your pants. you shivered when you felt his fingers against your bare skin. “you welcome.” you tried your hardest to suppress the moan that sat at the back of your mouth.

“do you remember where we were before we were rudely interrupted earlier?” rafe started unbottoning your shirt, revealing your black lacey bra underneath. “fuck.” he closed his eyes, clenching his fists as if he was holding himself back from ravishing you right then and there. you smiled, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “there’s no one here to interrupt us now.” he grabbed the back of your neck, finally taking your lips in a heated kiss.

he groaned, making you grind your hips against his. this kiss was like something you’ve never felt before. there was tension, hunger, the desire building up over these last couple of weeks now rising to the surface in this very moment. the sounds your lips were making was enough to make you pull away, your cheeks reddening. “you gonna get shy on me now?” he tilted your chin up so you could meet his stare. “no.. i’ve just wanted to do that ever since i saw you in the meeting room.” rafe smiled, standing you up.

“you wanna know what i’ve wanted to do since i saw you in the meeting room?” his fingers worked to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your legs before pushing you back on his desk. you sucked in a breath as he ran a hand up your thigh, his finger slipping underneath the waistband of your underwear before letting the elastic snap against your skin. you gasped softly, your head falling back as rafe trailed kisses from your navel to your neck, slotting himself between your thighs where he leaned his weight on you.

you shuddered, his hands cupping your tits through your bra as he laid you down. “i thought about bending you over, fucking you to tears while you struggle to keep quiet.” his words elicited a moan from you, your hips lifting so he could slip your underwears off. “as much as i want to do that right now, i want to taste you more.” your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed wet kisses to your inner thighs, his arms locking you in so you couldn’t close them.

you thought you knew what pleasure felt like, but once you felt rafe’s tongue plunge into you, your mind went blank as he went to work on your clit, your back arching off the hardwood. he switched from slow languid strokes to fast flicks that made you see stars. “feels so good, rafe,” your hands shot down to hold onto his, your nails digging into his wrists. “yeah? like it when i tongue fuck you like this?” your body jerked when you felt him at your entrance, your toes curling in your heels.

rafe was loving this. you tasted so much better than he imagined, his cock straining against the fabric of his slacks. just making you moan and whine was enough to make him feel like he could cum in his pants. “please,” you whimpered, “please fuck me.” rafe pulled away, snaking up your body to align with your lust filled gaze. “i want to fuck you, baby, i do. but i want the first time i fill you up with my cock to be more heartfelt. i promise tomorrow that’s all we’ll do.” your heart swelled at his want to make you feel special.

“okay,” you whispered, tasting yourself on his lips. before you had a chance to think, he shoved two fingers inside you, thrusting them while his thumb rubbed hard circles on your clit. he was unforgiving, the wetness of your cunt echoing in the confines of his office. “oh, fuck,” your eyebrows knitted together as your mouth fell open, his eyes burning into your face. “do you hear how fucking soaked you are?” your chest was heaving at this point, your eyes rolling back as your thighs threatened to close around his hand.

the force alone was making you squirm, your orgasm so close you could taste it. with his thumb rubbing your clit faster, and his fingers curling inside of you, hitting that spot that made you scream, you came with a cry of his name. “oh, that’s it baby, that’s it.” he cooed, your breath stuttering while you shook in pleasure. you felt like fireworks were going off in your tummy, your eyes screwed so hard shut that you could see colors behind them.

“can’t- can’t anymore,” you whined, overstimulation taking over. he didn’t stop, determined to pull one more orgasm out of you. rafe kissed you again, swallowing all of your whimpers and moans as he managed to push you towards the edge one last time tonight. “fuck!” your mewled, your eyes shooting open when you felt a gush between your legs. “o-oh! i’m sorry.” you looked at rafe’s shirt that was now wet with your slick. “sorry for what, beautiful? i was hoping i could make you do that.” he pecked your forehead, easing you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“you’re so perfect, you know that?” you blinked, your eyes shining up at him. “i don’t think i’ll ever be ready for this.” rafe groaned as you palmed him through his pants. “i don’t think i’ll be ready either.” he laughed, buttoning your shirt as you sat up. your legs were like jelly as you pulled on your underwear, rafe dressing you while you sighed blissfully. once you were both put together, rafe carried your purse and your vase of flowers for you as you two rode down the elevator to the empty lobby. he put your stuff in your car, making sure to shower you in kisses before letting you go in the driver’s seat.

“see you tomorrow?” he was leaning against your window as you nodded. “i look forward to it. goodnight, rafe.” he smiled. “goodnight, gorgeous.”

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cameronspecial · 11 months ago

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Mrs. Cameron All But In Name

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: When Y/N has to burrow Wheezie's phone to text Rafe, she notices something interesting about her contact name.

A/N: Inspired by this post.

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Y/N and Rafe have been dating for three years now and it is clear they are meant to be together. If it weren’t for their young age, Y/N is sure they would be married or at least engaged by now. They practically act like an old married couple anyway, so when they do tie the knot, it would only really be for legal reasons. With dating Rafe, came a close relationship with his sisters. Sarah and Wheezie have practically become her own siblings and she loves to spend time with the girls. In fact, it’s why she has a bi-monthly girls' night with the pair. Yes, every time they have it they have to chase Rafe out of the house, but Y/N thinks it is important to foster the bond between them, so he always begrudgingly leaves to hang out with Kelce and Topper. “How are things with you and John B?” Y/N questions while tracking the nail polish brush along Wheezie’s nail. Sarah shrugs as she files her nails, “We’re fighting right now. He doesn’t want to go to the Nassau house with us and I want him to go.” “Aww, that sucks, Sweetie. I’m sure he’ll come around. Do you want me to have a talk with him?” Y/N offers. Sarah shakes her head, “No, it’s okay. We’ll make up eventually. We just need to cool off a little.” Y/N nods and finishes off the last coat of Wheezie’s nails. She releases the hand, “There you go, Beautiful. What colour do you want, Sarah?”

Sarah places the nail file on the table and examines her options before picking up a salmon pink polish from the collection. Y/N gets to work on doing the older Cameron sister’s nails, “How about you, Wheezie? Anyone on your radar you want to tell us about.” Wheezie lips pucker as she squints her eyes. “Nahh, I am happy being single. I see what you and Sarah go through with John B and Rafe. I do not need that type of problem,” she informs. The other girls giggle. Y/N checks her phone to see it is dead, “Amen to that, Wheeze. I mean look. My phone is dead, but how much do you want to bet that your brother is blowing up my phone right now asking me when he can come back home? Can I please borrow one of your phones to tell him my phone is dead while I charge mine?” “Of course, here,” Wheezie says, unlocking her phone so that Y/N can use it.

She places the nail polish on the table and scrolls through Wheezie’s messages to find the texts with Rafe. A certain contact name second down the list catches her eye. Y/N Cameron. She freezes at the sight. Her eyes flick toward the younger girl, “Why do you have my last name as yours?” Wheezie’s cheeks redden and her gaze falls away from her brother’s girlfriend. “Rafe did it. He said that it’s going to be your name eventually, so what difference does it make,” Wheezie states. Y/N chuckles with a shake of her head, “That doesn’t surprise me at all.” She types out her message and hits send. My phone is dead, so don’t freak out if I don’t respond. I’m charging my phone rn. -Mrs. Cameron.”

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His phone chimes and a massive grin crosses his face. He checks his text, feeling his heart flutter at the message. So she found out what he’d been saving her name as in everyone’s contact. He chuckles. It took her long enough to find out. He’s been ordering everyone to change her last name in their contact for years. His smile doesn’t wipe off as he responds. Come on, Baby. You know you are my Mrs. Cameron all but in name. You can’t blame me for wanting to make the process easier for everyone else once we do take the next step.

Smh. You really are something else, Mr. Cameron.

But I’m your something else, Mrs. Cameron, but you know you love me.

You are lucky that I do. Now, I’m going to end this conversation here before you start dirty-talking me. I’m not subjecting Wheeze to those texts.

You know me so well, Baby.

Goodbye, Rafey. I love you.

I love you too, Baby. I’ll see you when I get home.

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ginnsbaker · 10 months ago

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fic: if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) (8/?)

Part summary: Leigh heads off to Palm Springs with Danny, while you grapple with what to do about your feelings for her.

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader, temporary Leigh x Danny | Word count for this part: 5.000+ | Warnings : Slight angst | Author's Note: No, I did not forget about Danny still not being honest with Leigh and R not tattling on Danny. Just let these loose ends dangle for a while. Anyway, enjoy! :)

The morning after you gave Leigh a puppy for her birthday, your phone is flooded with texts from her, filled with questions ranging from vaccine schedules to the best chew toys. She shares a story about how Rogue, their previous dog, had always been Matt’s, and how she often felt left out of his care. Now, with Logan, she feels a full sense of ownership and is eager to get everything right.

You still flinch slightly whenever she mentions her late husband. It’s as if she forgets that you and Matt had something significant too, as if you weren't once the secret he kept close. Sometimes, you wish you could just erase his presence, simplify everything about your relationship with Leigh.

But you recognize that it’s selfish to wish him away, because Matt was a significant part of Leigh’s life, a major influence on who she has become. And who she is today is a lovely person—someone you've come to admire very deeply.

[6:20 AM] Leigh: Logan’s an angel, slept through the night.

[6:35 AM] Leigh: So, house training... how do I make sure Logan doesn’t turn my bed into his personal bathroom like he did five seconds ago?

You grimace at the message, picturing the hassle of laundering the sheets and possibly needing to call a cleaning service for the mattress.

[6:54 AM] Leigh: And shots? Rogue was all up to date because Matt was on it, but I’m clueless. Where do I start?

As you work your espresso machine, a grin spreads across your face, the kind that makes you feel like a complete fool but in the best possible way.

[6:56 AM] You: Good morning! You’re lucky I don’t bill for text consultations 😆

You typically charge $18 for a twenty-minute chat with a client.

[6:58 AM] Leigh: Oh. How much do I owe you? I want to pay.

Your smile falters a little at her missing your joke.

[6:58 AM] You: I was just kidding. Your texts are more than welcome, Leigh.

Feeling bold, you follow that up with something you've been wanting to make clear since last night.

[6:59 AM] You: This is what friends are for, right?

Waiting for Leigh’s reply feels like an eternity, and you're about to send another text to walk back your hint at friendship when your phone vibrates.

[7:00 AM] Leigh: I’d feel better paying. Can I drop by the clinic later?

Reading her message, you're hit with a rush—excited at the thought of seeing her, yet downhearted she's talking about paying, as if that's what's between you. But then, those little typing dots appear. You're practically holding your breath.

[7:00 AM] Leigh: We’re friends, which is why I’m paying.

It's a good thing you don't have a roommate, or else you'd never get away with grinning like an idiot at your phone. It's a bit ridiculous, you think, how high school this all feels—waiting for a glimpse, a moment, anything.

[7:01 AM] You: Absolutely, come by anytime. Looking forward to it 🙂

You hit send and lean back, trying to act like you didn't just have a mini celebration over a text.

And then, spurred by Leigh texting you first thing in the morning, you decide to add her on your social media accounts. You spend an extra fifteen minutes getting ready that morning, simply because you lingered longer in the shower, listening to songs that remind you of Leigh and how this crush is dangerously close to becoming something uncontainable.

[10:13 AM] Notification: Leigh accepted your friend request.

As it turns out, Leigh is a serial texter.

It’s odd, really. For someone who might come across as reclusive and somewhat untouchable, she is surprisingly talkative over text. The messages start coming in more frequently after this morning's exchange, just moments after you've finally left home to drive to your clinic. What's even more interesting is that this time, they're not about Logan.

And they’re all unusually random and unrelated to one another: memes that make you laugh out loud, articles on topics ranging from the philosophical implications of artificial intelligence to the best way to juicing recipes. You find yourself waiting for these messages, eager to see what tangent Leigh's mind has wandered off to now. You get into it, dissecting the articles she sends over with the seriousness of a scholar. You type back your thoughts, trying to sound as insightful as possible, maybe even a bit witty, hoping to impress her. You imagine this might be her way of initiating deeper, intellectual conversations between you two.

So, when you send back a paragraph or two analyzing the latest article she's shared, maybe touching on its impacts on modern society or offering a counterpoint to the author's thesis, Leigh's responses aren’t what you expect. Instead of engaging with the discussion, she sends a simple thumbs-up emoji or, even more baffling, a random factoid about her day, like her opinion on the Kani salad from a sushi bar near the Beautiful Beast gym.

[12:15 PM] Leigh: [sent a photo] Just some store-bought crab sticks and diluted mayo. Don’t try it. Their saké though is 👌👌👌

You wonder why she’s having Japanese rice wine this early in the day.

[12:22 PM] You: Thanks for the heads up. I know a place for authentic Japanese food. You want to check it out with me some time?

Your text remains unseen for the rest of the afternoon.

You find yourself staring intently at the wall clock in your clinic, keenly aware of each minute slipping by, and with it, the dwindling chance of Leigh arriving before the doors lock for the day. As it nears 8 in the evening, Suzie is already wrapped up in her end-of-day tasks across the lobby. Leaning your cheek on your palm, you watch blankly as she meticulously arranges her desk, perfectly aligning each item, then moves on to gently pull the blinds closed on each window.

Suzie’s not blind. She throws you these knowing glances every time you let out one of your heavy sighs. Finally, after you've probably sighed loud enough to be heard next door, she stops what she's doing and plants herself in front of you.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

You try to look puzzled. “Nothing. Why?”

Suzie rolls her eyes. “Please, you’ve been mooning over that clock and sighing like you’re carrying the world on your shoulders. What’s up?”

You crack a smile, partly at her description, partly from being caught moping like a lovesick teenager. “It’s just… I thought maybe Leigh would come by. She said she would,” you say, wincing at yourself when the last part comes out a bit whiny.

Without missing a beat, Suzie pivots from her closing duties and makes her way over to you.

She’s not delicate with you this time. “You’re doing that thing again. Waiting around for something that’s probably not gonna happen. It’s not doing you any good.”

You know she's hitting the nail on the head, but it's tough to swallow.

Suzie continues, “You're young, you're attractive, and it's honestly weird that you're pining over your ex's ex. At first, I thought it was kind of adorable, in a bizarre, romantic-comedy kind of way. But now, it's like you're always hung up and disappointed.”

“Thanks for saying I’m young when I’m five years older than you,” you say with a sheepish smile, hiding your disappointment that she isn’t saying the things you want to hear, such as the possibility that Leigh just got busy.

Suzie shakes her head in disapproval. She's fed up, and her next words aren't going to be sugar-coated. “Snap out of it!” she barks, the command hitting you like a cold splash of water, and you jerk back in your chair, wide-eyed. Seeing you shrink back, quivering, she softens a bit and shifts back to the harmless receptionist you’re used to.

“Look at me, Y/N,” Suzie says, ensuring she has your full attention. You manage to meet her gaze, even though your eyelids feel heavy. “It's not fair to Leigh, either. You're giving meaning to everything she does—or doesn't do. It's putting her in an impossible situation. And honestly, it's not fair to you. You're missing out on your own life, waiting for someone who... well, who might never show up the way you want her to.”

Suzie knows she’s being tough, but sometimes love means being the friend who won’t let you settle for anything less than you deserve.

“I hear you, okay? It’s just… it’s the way I’m wired. I latch onto a person like a leech, refusing to let go until I see it through,” you mutter, shielding your face with your hands, a bit ashamed to even say it out loud. You get so tunnel-visioned, missing out on maybe better things and experiences because you're stuck on one track. You fall hard for your choices, never by chance.

“Good. You know what’s wrong with you,” Suzie says softly.

You let out a weak chuckle, the sound tinged with a bit of self-mockery. You're half-hidden behind your hands, peeking out at Suzie as if she's got all the answers. Suzie pries your fingers away from your face and then pinches your cheek so hard, you start to whine a bit.

“Ow! What was that for?” you protest, rubbing your assaulted cheek.

“That's for being a pathetic little bitch.”

“Excuse me, I'm still the one signing your paychecks,” you shoot back, trying to sound offended but it’s hard to keep a straight face.

“Sure thing, boss,” she laughs, and you join in.

“Okay, so what do you suggest I do then?” you ask as the last of your chuckles die down.

“Go on a date,” comes her swift response. “All that stuff they say about love finding you when you're not looking? Biggest lie ever.”

You look at her curiously, assessing her physical features. “W-With you?”

“Dude, no! Not with me!” Suzie exclaims, laughing nervously. “I mean, sure, I'd take you out if you weren't my boss, but I don't see that happening anytime soon unless you fire me.”

“Got it, got it,” you say, still chuckling. Suzie realizes too late that you were just teasing her and huffs. “Not with you. But seriously, go on a date? Just like that?”

“Yeah. Just meet someone.”

“You make it sound like it’s easy.”

“Because it is,” she says with a shrug. “Here. Give me your phone.”

Leigh doesn’t know what to do with the fact that you may or may not have feelings for her.

So, she does what she does best: Pretend.

Leigh pretends you’re not EspressoEyes. In her mind, it could just be a coincidence, and you might not be the person who wrote to her advice column. Without any concrete evidence, she holds onto this notion, using it as a shield to fend off the uncertainties and doubts that would follow if she believed otherwise.

Leigh pretends because she needs your help to figure out how to care for Logan. Because maybe she wants to be friends. When you join her for a run, you don’t press for conversation, a rare companion who's not afraid of silence. Having you around feels like having Matt around, in a way that she's reminded of him when you talk about the same things you like, the same books you've read, and the same music you listen to.

Leigh pretends it doesn’t bother her in case you are EspressoEyes. She’s no stranger to turning heads as she walks down the street, accustomed to the attention. There's a certain power in being desired, and Leigh revels in it. But the idea of you liking her doesn't quite make sense to her; it's like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. It’s not because you’re a woman—she’s been with women before. What Leigh can't wrap her head around is that you, of all people, could actually be into her. After all, she hasn’t exactly been her most charming self since you two met. Even her best friend is keeping a cautious distance. She’s been wearing down the people closest to her, those who are supposed to like her the most.

And this bewilderment doesn't sit well with Leigh. She is someone who thrives on understanding, on knowing where she stands with people and why. So, when pretending isn’t enough, she does what she does second-best: Avoid.

She must have been waiting in her car outside your clinic for the better part of the evening, debating with herself about what to do next. She's parked just out of view, positioned so she can see the clinic entrance without being too conspicuous. She hasn't eaten dinner yet, her stomach growling, but she remains glued to her spot across from where she knows you're waiting for her.

Ever since you subtly asked her out through text, she’s been on edge, second-guessing her actions (texting and sharing posts on the internet with you all morning, what was she thinking?) and wondering what they might have meant to you. Leigh didn’t mean to leave you hanging—she did come to your clinic, sort of. She remembers typing out a response to you, something witty and non-committal, but her finger hovered over the ‘send’ button before pulling back. It felt like too much, too soon. She needed time to think, to figure out why the idea of checking out authentic Japanese food with you left her feeling so conflicted inside.

Leigh's guilt gnaws at her as she sits there, wrestling with how to extricate herself without causing further confusion—or worse, hurt. Eventually, it all comes to a head. She finally gives in, typing out a message to you on her phone with a shaky urgency.

[7:53 PM] Leigh: I'm so sorry, something came up. I can't make it to the clinic after all.

Your reply comes quickly, much to her astonishment, especially since she hadn't opened your message all afternoon.

[7:54 PM] You: It's fine, don't worry about it. I can have Logan's supplies delivered to your place if that works better for you.

Reading your text, Leigh bites her lip, another surge of guilt washing over her. Your kindness, your willingness to accommodate her, only complicates this predicament further.

[7:54 PM] Leigh: Yes, that would be great, thank you.

[7:54 PM] Leigh: How much do I owe you?

As she starts nibbling at her cuticle, Leigh is eager to resolve at least the financial aspect of her obligation. Though she knows she owes you so much more than just Logan’s supplies.

[7:56 PM] You: Like I said, it's on the house. But just this time ☺️

It’s still too generous. But Leigh knows better than to argue further, concerned that insisting might hurt your feelings.

[7:56 PM] Leigh: Thank you. I won’t forget this.

[7:57 PM] You: 😊😊😊

Leigh sighs, remembering her promise that you could visit Logan anytime. She hopes you won’t take her up on that offer too soon, at least not until she has a chance to sort herself out.

Danny isn’t too bad once you get to know him. That's what Leigh learns after more than two months of dating him.

Initially, Leigh wasn't sure what to make of Danny. Their shared wit and sarcasm often put them at odds, like two alphas vying for the upper hand, each one not willing to back down, always aiming for the last word. Yet, in their calmer moments, when the competitive edge fades and they're just enjoying each other's company, Leigh finds something unexpectedly comforting about being with him. He has this confidence about himself that Matt never had, knowing exactly what he wants—and that's her. His straightforward approach makes everything about being with him feel predictable. And lately, she's starting to see predictability as a good thing, a sign of stability. This is a welcome change from the uncertainty that often left her anxious about the future. Plus, all these traits spill over into the bedroom, making the sex between them feel effortless and satisfying in a way she’s never experienced before.

Despite all this, there are days when Leigh finds herself merely tolerating Danny's affections. A part of her remains tightly locked, still bruised from losing Matt, and she's not sure if those doors should—or even can—open again. To compensate, she often says yes when she can, whenever her mood permits her to be giving and amenable.

And it is exactly why she says yes when Danny asks her to go to Palm Springs with him this weekend.

The getaway feels like an extended lazy morning where the concept of time blurs into insignificance. They drift from one hotel restaurant to another, luxuriating in the art of doing absolutely nothing. This routine isn't new to them; it’s the same one they slip into whether they’re at Danny’s apartment or Leigh’s place—only now, the scenery is different, and the sheets they tangle in are expensively soft, boasting a thread count far beyond anything either of them owns at home.

They're lounging by the pool, sipping Margaritas—Leigh with a book in hand and Danny absorbed in his phone—when your name comes up in conversation.

“So, how are things between you and Y/N?” Danny asks, not looking up from his phone.

Leigh stiffens slightly. She carefully moderates her tone, her face schooled into an expression of indifference as she marks her page and looks over at him. “What about me and Y/N?”

“I don't know... are you guys friends now?”

If Leigh weren’t so preoccupied with her own personal concerns about you, she might have recognized the underlying worry his question poses. What he's actually trying to figure out is whether you've come clean to Leigh about his role in Matt’s secret affair with you.

“Yeah, I guess we are,” she says. To say otherwise would be a lie, because you’ve been nothing but good to her. Danny seems satisfied with this answer, nodding before returning his attention to his phone.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering,” he mumbles. He's back to mindless scrolling, but Leigh can sense the tension from two feet away.

“No, tell me,” Leigh insists, placing her book on the side table between them with a definitive thud. Danny mirrors her actions, setting his phone face down and turning to her with a seriousness that clashes with their otherwise relaxed afternoon.

“I just don't get why you'd be friends with Matt's mistress,” he blurts out suddenly.

Leigh is taken aback. They've never fully discussed what transpired between you and Matt, so she hadn't realized he was paying such close attention to her interactions with you. Believing that he wasn't privy to all the details, she quickly jumps to your defense.

“Y/N didn’t even know Matt was married to me,” she explains, trying to clarify the misunderstanding and protect your integrity.

“Yeah? And you just took her word for it?” Danny doesn’t bother to hide his skepticism, and it irks Leigh more than usual. She doesn't understand why every conversation with Danny has to turn into a challenge or an argument.

“There’s no evidence to suggest otherwise,” Leigh replies, her voice tightening as she struggles to keep her frustration in check. “I mean, I even went through your phone to see what Matt had been saying to you, and there was nothing there indicating that Y/N knew he was married.”

Danny feels a lump form in his throat. Fortunately for him, Matt hadn't mentioned anything in their texts about Danny being Nick either. He has been debating whether to disclose his role in everything to Leigh. But things between them have gotten serious, and Danny's not so sure he should come clean. Part of him wants to delay—perhaps until they are married with kids, when he's more certain that Leigh won't leave him over a past mistake.

“Look, I'm not saying don’t trust her, but... she used to be in love with Matt, right? You don't think there's a chance she resents you even a little?”

Leigh stops for a second, Danny's words prompting her to consider aspects she hadn't really thought about before. Wrapped up in her own insecurities, jealousy, and pain when she discovered the truth about you, she had never stopped to consider your perspective—how you might have felt learning that the man you had feelings for was married. Did you feel just as fooled and stung as she did? The thought bounces around her head for a moment. From what she can recall, nothing in your behavior has ever suggested that you're a bitter ex. But then, what if you're just exceptionally good at masking your feelings?

Do you really like her, or is it all an act—a scheme?

But then, she remembers the night you gave her Logan, how your smile was nothing but warm, your eyes bright with something that, looking back, Leigh realizes might have been admiration. Not even Danny looks at her like that, whose gaze is always bridling yearning and a desire to possess. Leigh shakes her head, almost laughing at the thought of Danny being right about you.

“Danny, honestly,” Leigh finally says, trying to put an end to the discussion, “if what you're saying is true, I can handle it myself.” It seems the quickest way to close this topic, knowing that debating it could easily consume their entire afternoon and completely derail the purpose of their vacation.

“But doesn't it hurt, having her around? Like a reminder that Matt went for someone else?” He's playing on a different fear now, not questioning your integrity, but poking at the scars Leigh's tried so hard to heal.

Leigh wants to admit the pain never went away. She’s merely learned to co-exist with it. It's like the weather for her: on some days, her mind is a landscape of clear skies, but when the storm hits, it's relentless. For now, she chooses to keep this pain private, unwilling to give anyone the leverage to use it against her or even attempt to fix her. It's her burden to bear, and hers alone.

“No,” Leigh answers, reaching for her book again. “I don’t see it that way anymore.”

Leigh ends her nearly year-long social media hiatus by posting a series of photos from her Palm Springs vacation with Danny. Sharing such personal moments publicly is uncharacteristic for her, especially given her minimal online presence over the past months. Maybe it felt like sending a message to everyone that she’s doing okay. That they can go back to seeing her as just Leigh again—a single, actively dating woman in her early thirties—not as the young widow she was in her late twenties.

Danny's friends are the first to swarm the comments. They tag Danny, peppering the feed with teasing remarks, their comments ranging from jokes about the desert heat to compliments on the couple's sun-drenched physique. It's all typical, light-hearted friend banter, until one comment sharply disrupts the mood:

“Yo, isn't that your brother's wife?”

Leigh deletes the comment within seconds of seeing it.

A few hours later, you ‘like’ her post. Leigh's eyes fix unblinkingly on the notification. She's been idly wondering if you'd seen the post, and now, you’ve confirmed it yourself. But what does that ‘like’ mean?

Is it a nod of approval, a silent indication that you're happy for her? Regardless of what it means, Leigh discovers she was sending another message—one that’s exclusively for you. It tells you that whether you're EspressoEyes, whether you harbor any feelings for her or not, it no longer matters.

She's with Danny now.

Returning from Palm Springs, Leigh feels different—like she’s turned a corner or something. She feels refreshed, and she wants to take on something, such as Drew’s grievances about her advice column. She picks one to start with, something about anniversary ideas, and she's got the perfect story for this.

It was one of those anniversaries with Matt, the kind that stands out from the rest of his surprises because it's so quintessentially him—albeit a little nerdy. He took her away from the city's glare to a secluded spot where the sky was a blanket of stars, untainted by artificial light. After laying out a rug for them to both settle on, he began the painstaking process of setting up a rather complex telescope. It took him nearly an hour, but the wait just made the moment even more special. With the telescope finally ready, Matt pulled out this old, crinkly constellation map and started hunting for one specific star. It was one of the last times Leigh remembered them being truly happy—deeply in love, free from the shadows of Matt’s depression, Leigh’s instinct to fix things, and the small lies that slowly eroded their relationship.

When he finally located it, he excitedly guided her to peer through the telescope. There it is—a tiny speck of light, but it's theirs. Matt turned to her with a bashful smile and revealed that he had 'bought' that star for her.

Leigh shares this story with her reader, emphasizing that it's about understanding what truly moves your partner. For her, it was that star—simple, unexpected, and insanely romantic. She tells her reader to find that one-of-a-kind thing, that personal touch that says “I love you” in a way that can only come from them. Just like Matt did with a star and a starry night.

It's only after she closes her laptop that Leigh realizes tears have been streaming down her face.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

It takes a moment to recognize who you've just bumped into. This encounter isn't as jarring as the last; it’s merely a brush of shoulders as you both maneuver to avoid incoming traffic. That ‘incoming traffic’ turns out to be none other than Leigh Shaw.

She's beaming up at you, and it looks genuine despite the sparse interactions since she last canceled on you. You’re still catching your breath, your heart racing from the speed of your run and something else entirely.

“At least I didn’t make you crash on the pavement this time. I'd say that’s significant progress,” you quip, drawing a soft laugh from Leigh. Last week, you made the firm decision to compartmentalize your feelings for Leigh, resolving to see her strictly as a friend. Yet, when faced with reality, such resolutions seem trivial, particularly when that reality includes Leigh smiling at you with her effortlessly charming grin—a smile that, despite your best efforts, still sends a familiar flutter through your stomach and makes your knees feel like they're made of something much less solid than bone.

“Speaking of progress, Logan’s due for his vaccines this week, right?” You remember the schedule clearly, not just because you’re good with dates, but because Logan has become somewhat of a shared responsibility between the two of you—or at least that’s how you still see it.

“Oh, right. I promise I'll swing by. No bailing this time,” she says, chuckling, but there’s a serious undertone that tells you she’s committed to making good on her word this time.

“You better not,” you tease, “Can’t have Logan missing his shots. He’s still very young, and it’s critical we build up his protection against—”

“I won’t, Doctor,” Leigh cuts in, giving you a playful salute that makes you blush. “So, where are you off to after this? I was actually about to grab some donuts for breakfast—”

Leigh pauses mid-sentence as a woman appears at your side. She’s stunning—slightly taller than Leigh, clad in a sports bra and tight yoga pants, with sneakers on her feet. An absolute goddess; even Leigh can’t resist a quick, appreciative glance.

“Who's this?” the woman asks with a British accent, adding the perfect touch to her 5-foot-7 frame.

“This is Leigh,” you introduce quickly, noting the surprise in Leigh's expression. “Leigh, this is Sara.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Sara says warmly, extending her hand. Leigh shakes it, though her movements are somewhat mechanical. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh?” Leigh’s smile is strained. “Nice to meet you, too.”

You quickly steer the topic back to Leigh's breakfast plan, asking where the donut place is. “It's just down that street,” Leigh points vaguely, but then stops short. Almost as an afterthought, she adds, “Actually, I just remembered I've got to pick up something from the laundromat.”

You frown, thrown by her sudden change of tune. “Are you sure? We could grab a bite after the run.”

“No, really, I should get going. Maybe next time!” Leigh replies hastily, already stepping back, her exit swift and decisive. As she hurries away, you're left there, watching her leave, trying to figure out what flipped her mood from happy to wanting to escape so quickly.

“Shall we?” Sara nudges you gently, already jogging in place.

You give Sara a nod, but as you start running, you can't help but sneak one last look back. Leigh is quick to put distance between herself and the park. With a sigh, you turn your full attention back to Sara, who’s already picking up the pace, chatting about a new trail she wants to try next weekend.

“Let's go,” you mutter, mostly to yourself, as you push your legs to match her pace.

Meanwhile, Leigh walks briskly to a different restaurant, forsaking her initial craving for donuts. She can’t quite explain why she fabricated an errand; all she knows is that she needed to get away from you and Sara. Earlier, she couldn't help but notice how close Sara was standing to you, assessing you with a look that seemed a bit too interested. Leigh keeps turning over Sara's words in her mind, puzzling over what she meant by saying she'd heard a lot about her from you.

Why were you talking about her with Sara? Who exactly is Sara to you? Just a friend, or something more?

And what Leigh finds even more perplexing is why she's so troubled by needing to know the answers.

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satorusdiary · 2 years ago

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“no fuss or ima fuck you in this library.”

Plug!Eren x reader

Warnings: Thigh riding, orgasms, fucking in a library, sexual interactions, cursing, smut, idk anything else lmk

Summary: You went to go study in the universities library and you drag your boyfriend Eren along. It’s strange how he willingly wants to go, but you should’ve known better when you couldn’t focus whilst studying thanks to him.

Authors note: Erens down bad for his girlfriend <3

Eren has the best weed around the area. Everyone knew that. Mostly everyone on campus bought from him, or wanted to buy from him. Luckily, you didn’t have to buy from him. You were able to get all of that stuff for free.

Because you were his lovely girlfriend, his other half, his everything. As of right now, Eren was laying on your bed with his hands behind his head, laying against your comfy pillows. Watching you get ready out of no where.

“Where you goin, mama?” He questioned, placing his phone down on your neatly tidied blanket.

“Library, you wanna come with me, rennie?” You pulled up your skirt, giving Eren a good view of your ass that was practically glued to your skirt.

You knew Eren wasn’t the type to go to the library, or even step foot in a library. Did he even ever go in a library before? You didn’t know. That’s also a question you ask yourself for how Eren didn’t drop out.

“Why’tha fuck you goin to a library? Just study here. You can sit on my face while you doin that.” Eren smirked and sat up from your bed, putting a shirt over his bare, toned body.

“I don’t have the books i need, i cannot fail this exam ren.. My dad would kill me!” You whine, engulfing your tall boyfriend into a hug. The smell of weed coming into your senses making you look up at him with a bitchy expression.

His eyes were red, of course. When were his eyes never red, um never..? That’s funny thinking something like that, but him smoking without you wasn’t. That’s how you guys became close anyways, by being smoking buddies.

Then you fell in love with him, your plug who would only give you weed if you let him fuck. But when you both started getting more serious, relationship wise you been getting everything free.

You couldn’t be blamed though, who would charge their own girlfriend for weed? Not Eren of course, he spoils you like a princess. His princess. His lil spoiled princess.

He grabs your waist and pulls you into him more, ignoring the pissed off expression and just engulfs you in a kiss. You couldn’t resist, you kissed him back pouring all your love into it.

“Go with me rennie, pleasee. You smoked without me, come to the library with me to make it up for me.” You pouted. Eren snickered and kissed your temple, rubbing the side of your waist up and down.

“Aight, could’ve jus made it up to you by fuckin you, but whatever floats your boat..” He mumbles and pulls his jacket over his torso.

You rolled your eyes and walked out of your dorm, Eren following you from behind. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his warmth as you both walked out of the dormitory.

The library was crowded as you expected. Many others were studying for the upcoming exams, luckily for you, you knew a secluded area with two large book shelves covering it.

“it’s crowded here, let’s go back hm baby?” Eren pulled your hand that was engulfed with his, trying to take you out of the library.

Him being in a library was unusual for him. There were that strong book smell flooding the area, and a bunch of people rushing to grab a book they probably aren’t reading.

“No—no! I know an area, jus follow me babe.” You pulled him along towards the secluded area. There was no one in sight, which made you grin proudly.

“an empty area? fuckin nerd.. knowin all the secret areas in a library..” Eren mumbled and pulled a chair, sitting down and grabbing his phone from his pocket.

“Bitch? no, i just found this area the last time i studied here.” you defended yourself whilst picking out a book from the top shelf, going on your tippy toes. You got the book with no problem.

“No fuss, mama. Or ima fuck you in this library, on my soul.” He glared at you, watching as you walked towards him.

“Sorry rennie.” You took a seat on his lap, on one of his legs, knowing that you weren’t sorry at all.

He smirked, effortlessly sliding his hand under your shirt to run your back. It send chills down your spine, because of how col his hands actually were. You silently cursed to yourself, but ignored it as you were reading the book.

The both of you sat in silence, comfortable silence. With you studying, and Eren making deals with some clients on his phone, the area was only filled with your guys aura. It was a cute, comfortable, and not awkward.

When Eren accidentally bounced his leg upwards, your lower part of your body feels something electrical. It partly startled you, and it made you lose what you were reading on your book, making Eren apologize.

“Sorry mama, didn’t mean to move.” He uttered into your ear. The sounds of a few college students talking from across the large bookshelves covering you both coming into your senses. But it doesn’t distract you from the sudden heat your cunt is feeling.

You’re feeling needy, needy for Eren. You didn’t even know you started rolling your hips on Eren’s thigh. That was until you dropped your book from behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck harder.

“ohh, renniee.” You moaned lightly, you knew your underwear was beginning to get wet.

It caught Eren by surprise when you moaned out loud, then he noticed how you started rubbing your pussy against his thigh.

“This what you doin? Dirty girl, doing this in public?” Eren chuckled and placed his arms on your waist, guiding you to ride his thigh.

“need you s’bad rennie.” You mumbled.

Eren laughs, deep and low. you feel the rumbles of his chest through your chest since you were pressed against him. you've never felt so attracted to someone as much as you did right now.

Your motivation to study, and ace your exams switched to lust for your boyfriend. And man, he wasn’t backing down. He wanted to give you what you wanted, like the hood boyfriend he is. He pinches sharply at your waist, before dipping into your neck, pressing wet kisses up the length of it, lightly sucking to leave hickeys.

You placed your hands under his jaw when he pulled his head away from your neck. After leaving multiple hickeys. You pulled him into a kiss. Your lips sucking at his bottom lip making him softly grin at your actions. His hands were on your waist, moving and guiding your hips above his crotch. You felt his clothed budge under your crotch as well.

His hands that were roaming your bare legs lifted up the skirt you wear wearing, his cheeks were slightly red, from the slight movement you've been making that's gotten him hard under your touch.

“Y’just know how to get me hard, huh sweet girl?” You grinned and nodded, rubbing his arm up and down seductively.

Luckily the area was secluded, not many others knew about the area you both were in. So once Eren picked you up, and placed you on one of the counters you knew everything was going to go down. If someone were to walk in on you both, you were fucked.

"Let me see that dripping cunt." You whimpered and swallowed your breath before slowly parting your legs giving a slight glimpse of your clothed folds, that were soaked and glistening with your wetness. Eren thinks he's died and gone to heaven with this sight that was blessed for his eyes, and his eyes only. What made it even better was when he took off your underwear, stuffing it in his pocket.

Now he was able to see what he’s been wanting to see. His beautiful girl, and the meal she has waiting for him. Always.

“..‘m so lucky to be your boyfriend, sweets. Everyone in the worlds jealous of this sweet pussy. All for me.” He mumbled, massaging your thighs as you looked down at him in awe.

“Love you rennie,” You pulled him into a kiss, making your tongues roll against each other. After a few moments he pulled away, the both of your lightly breathing in extra air that was needed.

“Love you more, now you gon let me eat my pussy, princess?” He eyed your bare pussy, it was practically sobbing for him to touch it.

“Yes, baby please.” you begged.

“What do ya want me to do, hm?” He questioned, now teasing your opening with his finger.

“Please, eat me out rennie. Need it s’badd.” You whined, squeezing his upper bicep. Eren nodded your way and kissed your cheek, then he went in between your thighs. Placing a soft kiss before sucking on your clit. The most sensitive spot of course.

"Look at you," Eren smirked, pulling away from your heat and ghosting his fingertips over your pussy's lips with the other. "You're soaked, mama," He muttered.

Two fingers were inserted into Eren's mouth, covering them in saliva, and then pulled back down to slide between your folds. He abruptly put two digits inside, crooked them up, and sent a shockwave through your entire body.

He tittered, pulling out his fingers only to re-insert them into his mouth while swirling his tongue to taste your flavor. He continued to look at you while muttering softly between his fingers. His sneer was lewd as he slid them out.

"Eren—" You were cut off when Eren began swirling his tongue against your clit, holding your body firmly in place as you moved on the counter from the pleasure that has been given to you.

“Hm? what’s that, can’t hear you sweetheart.” Eren mumbled from between your thighs. You knew he wanted others to hear, it was another way of showing you off. If you could say it like that.

“S-Someone’s gonna hear, rennie, can’t..” You cried, making sure you weren’t too loud when you had a hand over your mouth.

“don’t give a fuck, if anyone hears. Y’want me to leave you on this counter unsatisfied?” Eren questioned.

You shook your head, tears brimming into your eyes and you continued to blabber out. The two feelings of insane pleasure, and anxiety of getting caught bubbles inside your chest.

“Fuck— no, Eren ‘m sorry..” You apologized, ruffling your hands into Erens hair. Gripping it for dear life as his tongue reached a sensitive spot in your gummy velvety walls.

You let out a loud wail, you were sure a few people could’ve heard. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth as soon as possible, a few tears slipping out of your doe eyes.

“ohh, this the spot mama?” He continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, and suck you dry with his tongue. You nodded your head vigorously, desperate.

“yes! oh—fuck Rennie please!” You cried out, absolutely not caring anymore about others overhearing you both.

Erens jaw locks, and tightens. His tongue continues to lap over your folds as his fingers continue to abuse that one squishy area inside of you that was leaving you to sob. The lewd noises, from when Eren ate you out was a noise you’d never forget. Eren was the best at eating you out, you knew that. And now probably everyone in the library knew aswell.

When you let go of the bubble that was begging to be let out, and you orgasm, a moaned cry is released from your lips ,and you're trying so hard not to scream out any more as you're releasing your juices on Eren tongue. Your eyes widened as Eren continued to slurp your juices.

He kissed up at your body, stopping at your lips as he swirled his tongue around yours in a lewd manner. Occasionally you would moan into his mouth, as you were lolling your tongue into his.

It was almost like you were sucked off until you were dumb, because as of right now you almost forgot about how Eren ate you out as if his life depended on it.

He pulls his pants down, along with his boxers. His cock springs out, obviously rock hard. To your surprise it was harder than usual. He strokes his cock into his hands, eyeing you the whole time as your cunt gets wetter and wetter just from looking at his cock.

“I’m gonna have fun breaking this pussy, baby. Y’ready?” He aligned himself towards your body, rubbing his tip against your sopping wet entrance. The lewd noises of your cunt squelching can be heard from all around the room.

You nodded your head and grinned, kissing his cheek and brought him in closer. Signaling him to push his cock inside you.

Once he's fully inside he places his hand above your stomach to feel himself inside you. He feels his cock from inside of, a burning feeling of pride hitting his chest as he gropes one of your breasts from under your shirt.

You were suffocating his cock inside of you from your squeezing, it made him close his eyes for a slight second to adjust to your feeling.

“Ready, sweet girl?”

You nodded your head, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. That’s when he began rolling his hips against yours, you felt so full. This feeling, was amazing.

The way his cock moved inside of you, made loud wet sounds from all around the area. As his cock sinks into your swollen core, you begin sobbing. But the pleasure wasn’t unbearable, it was just overwhelming. Every time you fucked it felt like your first time.

“Let me hear you, my precious girl.” His voice fumbled from his chest, the more he pounded into you the more you itched closer to your orgasm.

“Eren.. you’re so deepp. W-Want it inside, please?!” You begged, and whined, through the tears that continued to flow down your face. Erens hands came up to your cheeks and wiped them off, then he want back to holding your hips still just so he could rut inside you again.

“y’want my cum? y’want me to fill that sweet pussy of yours mama?” He hums, his dick abusing that one spot in your pussy that continued to make you cry out.

“yes— yes! want you inside me forever. fuck.. your dicks so good!” you cried, kissing the palm that was cradling your cheek.

As his cock twitched inside of you, you knew he was close to cumming inside of you. He continued to bully your insides, which meant his tip hitting your cervix continuously.

As you orgasmed, a white ring appeared around Erens cock. But that didn’t stop him from thrusting into your creamy pussy in a inhuman pace. Once his thrusts got sloppy, spurts of cum filled your insides.

You placed both of your hands on Eren’s face, bringing him into a kiss as he continued to fill you up. You moaned in his mouth, your tongues tied together as you both sloppy kissed.

Eren continued to thrust inside of you, making sure all of his cum stays inside of you. When he pulls out, he makes sure to collect all the cum that was threatening to drop out back inside you.

“Don’t forgot to take a pill, when we go back to your dorm. Unless you want my baby.” Eren smirked and kissed your forehead.

“You’re too good for me mama.” He continued, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you closer to him. His cock softening inside of you.

“I love you eren, love you s’much. Want your babies one day.” You slurred against his chest.

Eren chuckled. “You’ll get my babies one day, after we graduate. How does that sound?”

“exciting, can’t wait!” You exclaimed and hugged him tighter. Bringing your head up to look at his green orbs that were already looking at you.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your forehead.

Before you both could say anything else, Erens phone buzzed on the counter. You looked at it confused and grabbed the phone, giving it to your boyfriend who looked stunned reading the message. Then he brought it to you just so you could read it.

Jean

bruh, if you n y/n in the library i can hear you guys fucking. STFU WE TRYNA STUDY

Read 4:37 pm

Eren

nahh cuz ion rmbr asking😂😂

Read 4:38 pm

Authors note: Happy 1 week of me postin on this app LMFAOO don’t mind any errors pls, i’ll fix it up when i get home from starbucks😓

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itsjusthockey · 1 year ago

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CAN YOU PLEASEEEE WRITE A MATT BOLDY X READER?? theres not enough and i don’t have any ideas to write my own 😭 if it helps, maybe a team usa boldy x reader he was so sweet and super humble then. he really felt like he didn’t fit in because everyone was so good and he always felt overshadowed by the other boys even tho he’s prob better than many of them now 😭

Good Enough - Matt Boldy

Just a short baby

Thank you for the request babe. I charged it a bit but I love it

More to come shortly

enjoy. wc: 840 (credit to gif maker) (don’t steal my work)

“Bolds, you’re gonna be late,” you glance at your phone screen, the screen showing that if he doesn’t leave-well didn’t leave five minutes ago, he’s not going to make his meeting on time.

He simply ignores you.

You wait one minute, then another, and finally turn over in the bed to look at him. His face is barely visible in the early morning hours, but you can make out the just of it. He’s staring, rather blankly, at the ceiling.

“Matty?” You try again.

Finally, he turns to face you, softly sighing and giving you a look that causes your heart to crack a bit. He looks sad, almost dejected, and you can’t fathom why. The night before, he’d been himself, and now the man in front of your eyes has none of the sparkle you’re used too.

“What's wrong, Matty, talk to me.”

You reach out to gently brush his cheek, hoping to entice him to lay out the thought playing his mind. You watch as he ponders, his gears turning, and then, after a moment, he finally speaks.

“I don’t honestly know what’s going on. I just woke up with a horrible feeling. One I haven’t had in a while.”

He tightens his lips after he speaks, almost as if he hates admitting any type of feeling out loud.

You go over what he says In your mind, and then you counter him, shuffling a bit closer to him.

“What feeling?”

As you ask it, you begin gently tracing your hands on his chest. You know he always relaxes when you do this, and once you start, you visibly see the tension in his face lessen.

“I feel like I’m not good enough like I don’t deserve to be here. I feel like I’m not a good fit, just like at juniors.“

His voice catches a bit, and you cuddle even closer to your boyfriend. You hate that he’s feeling this way. What he is saying couldn’t be less true, but Bolds is his own greatest enemy. He beats himself up like this, and it kills you when he does. You’ve never met anyone like him, someone so sweet, kind, and humble to a fault.

“Matthew,” you gently tap his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes. “We all get bad days. We all have bad thoughts, too. But please, baby, never think you’re not good enough to be where you are. You’re such an amazing player and an even better person. No one in this world deserves you, and no team does either. Minnesota is lucky they have you here.”

He stay quiet for a minute, and you would pay any sum of money to hear his thoughts. Instead of speaking, he pulls you in closer, hugging you as tightly as possible and molding your bodies together. He holds you so tight, almost too tight, but you find yourself gently rubbing his back anyway. A few minutes into his hold, he speaks again.

“You’re wrong, though.”

You’re about to fight him. Beat it into him that he is literally everything, but he interrupts you before you can start.

“You deserve me.” He kisses your forehead. “Actually, it’s more like I don’t deserve you, but I happened to get lucky coming here.”

You smile into him, tugging him impossibly closer and giving him a light kiss on his lips. You stay that way for a bit longer, and you can feel his tension leaving him as the minutes tick by.

Eventually, Matthew moves from your embrace and grabs his phone, tapping at it. He finishes, tosses it far away from the two of you, and slithers back into your arms.

“Your meeting?” You question, eyebrow raised.

He gives you a small smirk and then gives a small kiss to your jaw.

“Didn’t you know? I’m sick.” He fake coughs, and feels his forehead. “I let the GM know I need a personal day.

You roll your eyes at the boy in front of you but nonetheless pull him back into your hold deeper. It isn’t usual that you both get a day like this, so you’ll embrace sitting here and being with him for as long as you can. You have a few ideas of what you can do to let the day pass, and that includes movies, food, and reminding him as much as you can that he’s the best man you know.

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itaehynz · 1 year ago

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a night to remember.

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader.

genre: (mdni) smut, slight fluff, pwp (?)

warnings: subby!soobin, oral (m. receiving), nipple play (reader receiving), soobin’s obsessed w tits per usual, riding, talks of shaving, breeding kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, praise kink, mommy kink, public sex (kinda?), unprotected sex (do NOT do this.) lmk if i missed any!

summary: soobin hasn’t seen you in months. but after tiring days of work, late night practices and tons of all nighters, another successful tour finished. what better way to gift him than showing up at his afterparty & leaving him with a night to remember?

notes: this is my partaking in @napofamoon’s growing pain collaboration! this is also my comeback post and way to bring in the new year, i hope you guys enjoy it! happy reading & happy new year’s, blessings and love to all. ^^

“so baby, are you gonna make it to the afterparty? i know you have work to do so i just wanted to make sure,” soobin asks with a gentle tone.

“yes my love, i’ll be there so there’s no need to worry about it.” you respond, typing away at your computer.

you hear soobin hum on the other end before sighing softly, “i’ve missed you so much.” he says with a soft, pleading tone. you smile softly at his tone thinking of how else his tone would come in handy.

“i’ve missed you so much more bin, it’s been so lonely without you love,” you pout, hearing soobin chuckle quietly on the other end.

“do you mean it’s been quiet without me?” he asks with a hint of sarcasm in his response.

you roll your eyes at that, “yes that too, it’s been nice not hearing you yell every other minute because gyu wouldn’t cover you in the game i guess.” you add, thinking back to all those times soobin has interrupted your wonderful moments of sleep with him yelling at beomgyu on his video game.

“hm, that’s what i thought,” he says snarkily. you both giggle at the unpleasant memories before soobin sighs heavily.

“i have to go, gotta go back on stage for our encore show. which means it’s time you should be getting for the afterparty, i wanna see how pretty you’re gonna look.” you smile at that, looking over at the dress that’s hanging on your closet door. newly bought, picked out just for soobin to see you in.

“i suppose you’re right, i already have my outfit ready anyways.” you breathe out, rubbing your lips in thought of soobin’s reaction to your dress.

“i’m sure i’ll love it & i can’t wait to see you in it, see you soon pretty!” he says before hanging up, which leaves you to wonder what shenanigans you two will get into due to this dress.

you plug your phone up, deciding to let it charge while you get ready. so many thoughts on how this night that awaits you could go, after almost four months of not being able to see soobin due to his tour.

shunning these thoughts away, you decide to just go get ready and let the wind take you wherever it wants.

you begin to rise from your bed, stripping yourself of your clothes and reaching for your towel. as you wrap yourself in the fabric, you walk to the bathroom turning on the shower and playing music before stepping in.

you carefully step under the warm water, running your washcloth, which is lathered in soap, over your dripping body. you scrub every part of your body with precision, making sure to get every crevice of your body. after washing yourself once, you grab your shaving tools to begin your “everything shower” routine.

you shave every inch of hair off of your body, brush your teeth, wash your hair and begin to wash your body once again. after doing so, you do a twirl under your shower head to make sure every bit of soap is rinsed off your skin.

after showering for what has been over 45 minutes, you turn off the shower and begin stepping out of the foggy bathroom with your towel wrapped around your body and an extra one wrapped around your head.

as soon as you step back into your room, your phone begins ringing.

you walk over to your charging phone to see who’s calling, reading “my bunny 🤍🐰” on the screen, automatically smiling before picking up the call.

“hello?” you say into your phone, “hi pretty! i tried calling you but stopped awhile ago assuming you were getting ready, are you?” you hear soobin say on the other end, his words shaky with heavy breaths added to them.

you chuckle lightly, “yes soob, i’m still getting ready. is it okay if i call you back later? y’know, when i’m on my way there?”

“hmm, yeah that’s okay! i’ll talk to you later then, bye babe!” he says, awaiting your answer.

“bye pretty boy, talk to you later.” you say before hanging up and laying your phone back down on your bedside table. you decide to sit down on your bed as you begin to moisturize yourself, reaching every crevice making sure to leave no trace of dryness on your skin.

once you’re done doing so, you walk over to your closet reaching for your black dress. the dress in sight has a long slit at the thigh which will reveal almost your entire thigh and an open space from your shoulder to just under your sternum. the dress shows skin in all the right places, leaving little room for the imagination.

you take the dress off the hanger it was on, stepping into it slowly. you pull the fabric over your shoulders, walking in front of your mirror to see how it looks on you.

it brings out your curves well, fits you perfectly and makes you feel and look good. you smile to yourself, thinking about how soobin will react once he sees it. walking back over to your bed, you step into your strappy black heels tightening the strap in back.

once you finish getting all dolled up, you grab a small bag and your casual black jean jacket to finish off your outfit. walking over to your mirror, you finally let down your hair which you had tied up beforehand.

putting on a bit of mascara and eyeliner, you pucker your lips and add the finishing touch: lip gloss. you mess with your hair a bit and finally order an uber, which says 5 minutes. you begin walking to your front door, picking up your keys and turning off all of your lights.

you quickly walk out your front door, locking it behind you and hurriedly rush to the elevator making it downstairs before your uber leaves you.

after getting in your uber, you call soobin. he picks up almost immediately and you hear loud music playing in the background of his location, “hi baby!” he says loudly making sure you can hear him over the music, “are you on your way here?” you wince slightly at the sound of him practically screaming in your ear.

“yes bin, i’m on my way i’ll see you in a bit okay?” you say as you hear soobin laughing on the other end, “okay babe, see you!” he says before hanging up.

you put your phone in your purse and allow yourself a few minutes of silence before arriving at the club the afterparty is located. you’re excited, excited for the night that awaits you. but you’re also nervous, nervous for soobin’s reaction to your outfit… you know he’ll like it (a lot) but you’re still nervous. you brush the thought to the back of your mind and proceed with your night, let’s do this.

you step into the club, immediately looking around for soobin. once you find him, you walk past him acting as if you can’t see him to see if one of his members will point you out to him. as you do that, you see a mutual friend of you guys’, yunjin. you walk up to her, thankfully she’s not far from soobin & his members.

as you begin chatting it up with her, you suddenly decide to take off your jacket and hold it on your arm. after doing that, you suddenly feel a few pairs of eyes on you and hear yeonjun say something.

“woah, soob isn’t that y/n? she looks really nice,” yeonjun says tapping soobin’s shoulder and pointing to you. soobin looks over and his eyes widen at your not-so-sudden appearance next to yunjin.

you’re laughing with her, laughing ever so beautifully, soobin thinks to himself. “i’ll be right back.” he says, walking over to you.

he cautiously taps you on the shoulder, watching as you turn around to face him. once you turn around, he gulps and his mouth goes agape. “hi my pretty boy,” you say, batting your lashes at him.

“hi pretty, you look… perfect. is this all for me?” he asks bashfully, still taken aback at how perfect you look. you nod, “yes baby, it’s all for you.” you say as you notice soobin’s eyes trailing down you and stopping at your breasts which causes you to smile.

he gulps sharply once again, “ah, well, i really love this— um— dress on you.” you smile at how nervous he’s become. oh, how the tables have turned.

“mm, ‘m sure you do pretty boy. you look quite handsome yourself,” you say finally acknowledging the finely tailored suit he has on, raising your hands and playing with his tie a bit.

you feel him gulp, which causes you to look up at him through your lashes and smile prettily. you try to look down curious as to what he’s wearing on his feet, but something catches you off guard.

your pretty boy has a boner.

you chuckle softly at the sight, looking back up at soobin & standing on your tippy toes slightly to whisper in his ear.

“want me to handle that for you, baby?” you ask, cockiness heavy in your tone.

soobin nods softly, watching as you grab his hand and take him to the private lounge in the back of the club. there’s multiple eyes trailing the two of you, including yunjin and the members.

once the two of you reach the lounge, soobin slams his lips onto yours. just as eager as him, you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. he slips his tongue in between your lips, clashing his teeth into yours softly.

you slowly bring your hands to his hair, threading your fingers through it and pulling it roughly. that was enough to get him moaning. as he moans out loudly, you pull his head back more for access to his neck. you begin to suck on his neck with ease, which causes him to softly whimper.

“f-fuck..” he says with a stutter, his bunny-like mouth unleashing the prettiest moans known to man. after you leave a trail of hickeys behind, you slowly but surely trail the tip of your tongue up to his mouth once more. he moans into the kiss, intoxicated by the taste of your lips. you remove your hands from his hair, bringing them to undo his tie quickly. he lowers his hands to your thighs, picking you up without warning.

you yelp, “my bunny is so strong,” you say as he stares at you with nothing but lust glazing his eyes, breathing heavily.

he sits down on the couch behind him, your legs on each side of his thighs. you throw his tie to the side, unbuttoning his shirt with quickness as he raises your dress up with the same amount of eagerness as you. you begin running a hand down his chest to his stomach to his cock.

you start palming him slowly as he massages your tits through your dress before pulling the shoulders of your dress down to reveal them to himself. he stares at your chest in awe before licking a circle around your nipple and starting to suck roughly.

you throw your head back in ecstasy, threading your fingers through his hair once again. “f— fuck.. baby, you’re so good for me, i love how your lips feel on me.” soobin moans at the praise, loving how you speak to him with such assertiveness in your voice.

he pulls off your nipple with a ‘pop’, moving to the other one with smoothness. he starts flicking your nipple with his tongue, biting it softly here and there, sucking on it once more.

you moan his name softly, gripping his hair rougher each time he sucks so roughly. he finally pulls away from your tits with a dazed look on his face. you grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

“you want me to suck you off, pretty boy?” to that he moans and nods his head as you run your free hand through his hair. “p— please, please do m-mommy,” he says with a pretty, pleading tone.

you hum with a smile, removing yourself from his lap to get on your knees. you look up at him as you unzip his pants at a painfully, slow pace. his breathe shudders slightly as you free his cock from the tight trousers he’s had to suffer in. pulling his pants down with his boxers, you watch his cock spring back up and slap lightly against his toned stomach.

you coo softly at his tip, leaking with so much precum. you wipe up as much as you can with your two pointer fingers and stick the two fingers into your mouth, sucking in between them and slowly pull them from between your lips.

with his swollen lips agape, eyes hazed and pleading without words, he watches as you take him into your mouth. hips already rising slightly while you lick up any excess precum on his swollen and pink tip. after doing that, you decide to try and take him into your mouth fully, something you’ve never been able to do. you successfully take him fully, but not without gagging sharply.

his breath stutters at the feeling of your throat fluttering around his cock, the feeling of you gagging around his cock, knowing he’s the one making you gag. you begin bobbing your head up and down slowly, causing the beautiful man above you to whimper and moan to a great extent. his hips stutter as he breathes in and out shallowly, trying to keep himself on earth which seems impossible, with the way your mouth feels.

“p—ple— f—fuck, p—please, mommy, p—please. l—let me c—cum.. please!” his voice increases in volume as you begin to suck him off at a faster pace, licking around his tip everytime you raise yourself back up.

“f—fuck, m—mommy! i’m s-so, c—close, p—please,” he says with the same pleading tone as always, hips stuttering every few seconds with sharpness. you take him fully one last time before thick strings of cum begin shooting down your throat, with your pretty boyfriend letting out loud, pretty, whiny moans roll off his perfect, pink lips while having a tight grip on hair, pushing you down with force.

you gag quietly as you try to swallow all of it, more still following behind what’s already been swallowed. he keeps his grip on your hair for almost a minute as he finishes cumming down your throat, whimpering from the overstimulating feeling of you licking his tip with the tip of your tongue.

you pull off of him tediously, teasing him in the slightest bit. you lick your lips and wipe your chin with your palm, slowly rising up and stepping out of your underwear.

“‘m not finished with you yet pretty, mind if i ride you?” you ask, batting your lashes slowly. with all his energy drained out of him, he just pulls your hand to help you sit on him. as you place both of your legs on each side of him once again, you place your hands on his chest, lowering yourself painfully slow, watching as he winces in overstimulation.

he places his hand on your ass, helping you move slowly as he continuously whimpers and moans softly. you coo at him once more, watching his face contort into what you know is pleasure.

“aw, is my pussy too much for you, bunny? i’ll stop if you want me to,” you say as you slowly stop moving before soobin pulls you down fully, causing you both to moan.

“n-no, i-i can h—hand— shit, i can h—handle y-your p—pretty p-pussy, i s-swear,” he manages to say, stuttering for the most of his sentence. you smile softly at him, caressing his face with your palm, “okay bunny, whatever you say.”

you begin raising and lowering your hips slowly while his grip on your ass tightens, adding more to your pleasure. you roll your hips in a circle, what was picking up your speed before soobin holds you in your place and starts snapping his hips up into yours.

your hands grip on his shoulders firmly, trying to find some way of keeping your balance. one thing you can’t help though, are the moans spilling out of you. everytime you ride soobin, you can practically feel him in your stomach but this time, you’re sure he’s already reached your lungs.

all the wind has basically been knocked out of you with the pace that he’s going at, each other’s moans spurring each other on. your head begins to feel heavy as you rest it on his shoulder, his moans now heard loud and clear as his mouth is right next to your ear.

you bite his shoulder roughly as a way to keep your moans down, but it’s getting to be too much. you give up and finally give in to the temptation.

“f—fuck! fuuuuck, r-right there, yesyesyes, f-fuck,” you manage to say while soobin is left a moaning mess, no words coming out, just plain music to your ears. he shoves his head into your neck, leaving marks all over your neck and above your chest.

his hips somehow manage to pick up a pace that brings tears to your eyes and has you throwing you your head back in pleasure. you’re both now moaning louder than ever and you’re sure anyone outside of the room can hear you both fucking like there’s no tomorrow.

skin slapping, moans rolling off your tongues repeatedly, cries from you and soobin. you’re both beginning to chase your highs as soobin pulls away from your neck and throws his head back on the top of the couch. somehow, you manage to pull him in for a kiss as you nearly reach your high.

the kiss is sloppy, heated and desperate. after not seeing each other for nearly 4 months, nobody would be shocked that this is how you two greet each other, if anything this is what was expected.

all the love that the both of you have been craving, all of the sexual tension that couldn’t be resolved over the phone, all of the pain you two have gone through that comes with not seeing your lover for such a long, long time, all the lost time. that’s all being made up for now.

feeling soobin inside of you after not having this for so long feels like a dream. having his sticky skin against yours feels like you’ve been healed from the world’s worst pain. this is what ecstasy feels like, this is what giving into the temptation looks like, this is what love looks and feels like.

you’ve never felt better, and you won’t until you cum together.

you’re both right of the tip of the iceberg, you feel it and so does soobin. your warm walls fluttering around his cock, his cock twitching inside of you. your nails clawing into his shoulders, his fingers gripping tightly on your ass. you suddenly get a warm feeling in your stomach and you want to let him know but you’re not coherent enough to say anything. neither is he, you two just know it.

soobin suddenly holds your hips in place and you grip his shoulders tighter than ever.

your back arches intensely as soobin’s hips rise up and flop back down as his thick strings of cum shoot into your fluttering pussy, just as your walls tighten around his cock and cum all over it.

you’re both panting heavily, heads resting on each other’s shoulders. his cum is still shooting into you but he’s used to this overstimulating feeling by now.

as his cum begins dripping out of you, he pulls you in for a long awaited kiss. once again, the kiss is sloppy but this time, passionate. you kiss him back with such love and affection, pulling away from him is considered the absolute impossible. but you still manage to do so, you pull away from him, looking at the thick sweat glistening on his forehead. you both admire each other’s wrecked looks before smiling and pecking each other on the lips once more.

you stay seated on him as you reach for your purse, causing you both to wince. checking your phone and seeing all your messages and missed calls from yunjin and his members, you look up at the time.

12:03 am.

you laugh to yourself before looking at soobin, “happy new year, my love.”

he smiles at the random words but doesn’t forget to say it back.

“happy new year, baby. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

now this, this is the way to bring in the new year.

++ tagl: @boba-beom @bucketofhiros @yeofy @n0-thisispatrick @hyukafied @hyunimylove @luvsoobs @choiwrld @majestyjun @tyunkus @belovedxiao @h00nerz

++ networks: @k-labels

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creatoriginsane · 3 months ago

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CoachCaptain!Oliver + FormerAthelete!OC anyone?

I've been thinking about how Oliver is ranked #1 at "Who is most likely to succeed as a coach?" here, and I wanted to try writing something about it!

(and I'm going to borrow one of my OCs from my TokyoRev series because I want a certain kind of "so bad it's life-threatening" dynamic, yeah.)

consider this my NaNoWriMo 2024 project (that will of course not be completed within the month), because it's already got an outline (below the cut) and it will be posted here. of course, since this is just an outline, it's not the full summary, lol.

so if you've got thoughts, let me know! those aged-up AUs and HCs are gonna fuel me to write this to completion before I post it.

(please be warned the below summary/outline is for legal and mature audiences!)

i can tell it hits (hits, hits, hits)

(and she tells herself she's not gonna answer the call because she's got a nice dick in her mouth, but she answers it anyway)

does it turn you on (when I turn you around)?

(and she's driving him, she's driving him and it's only right that he doesn't recognize her)

(not tryna) be romantic

(and is it really car sex if they're gonna fuck in front of her car, not inside it or on top of it?)

i'll hit it (from the back)

(and she doesn't wanna kiss him or touch him or even see his fucking face, but she likes this and knows this is fine, this is great, this is enough)

don't get attached (yes, yes, yes)

(and she thinks about everything else, anything else, about the one she really wants, the one she really loves, and what she could've been if she wasn't the rabid bitch)

(you bite my lip) just for the taste

(and she knows she has a type, she knows he's not her type, she knows she isn't his type either)

take the heat (and with such grace)

(and she's playing a bet with herself when she asks him if she could charge her phone upstairs, win or lose, she's going to have him like a dog will have its chew toy)

(you say we're done) but here you stay

(and she doesn't think about the next morning, or next mornings and afternoons or even late nights, because this is fine, this is enough, and she doesn't give a fuck)

you said you're scared (i'll let you down)

(and she doesn't want to get to know him the way she thinks he wants to get to know her because neither of them should be tied down by the icky, icky strings of the couple experience, and yet here they are)

just stick around (and you'll find out)

(and she's thinking about what to wear when he asks if he can come over because he ought to return the favor and mess up her place once in a while, or twice, or thrice, really give her someone to deal with)

do I stress you out? (can i help you out?)

(and she considers this convenient and not complicated because the boundaries are set and the limits are clear, but she considers this complex because she doesn't understand how can he stand being with her when he has everything and everyone else)

can we make a scene? (can you make it loud?)

(and she doesn't mean to scare him off, or maybe she does, she doesn't know because all she's ever wanted isn't in him, because he's incomplete and rough and jagged and as solid as a fucking wall she can't bat her way through and destroy and rebuild again)

(i like) the way you kiss me

(and she can tell this isn't a game he wants to play because his field will never be her diamond, he kicks and she bats, he runs back and forth and she runs in a square, she was never the star and he was never the loser, and this is how everything works out in the end)

i can tell you (miss me)

(and she tells herself it's because she's here in his hometown and it's fucking cold, and he's got flowers for her as a welcoming gift because it's almost her birthday, Christmas is a month away, Valentine's is three months away, that she breaks)

#creatoriginsane talks #creatoriginsane writes #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #black and white #blue lock x reader #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku x you #oliver aiku smut #bllk aiku #aiku x reader #blue lock aiku

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gluion · 2 years ago

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surrender to me ➵ kim sunwoo

fuck buddy!kim sunwoo x reader

you despise everything about him—detached, shy, a blind follower. if anything, being in the same room as him infuriates you. so how did a leader like you end up in this mess with him?

genre/warnings ➵ fuck buddies au, smut, afab reader (they/them pronouns, gendered terms are used), porn with little plot, dom!sunwoo, condescending and cocky sunwoo in contrast to his supposed shy nature, fingering, nipple play, a lot of hickeys, dirty talk!!! so much begging, he whines ONCE, he is also obsessed with the taste of you, degradation (uses terms like bitch, calls you pathetic), he is demanding & likes to make fun of you, calls you "Ms. Leader" a lot, a bit of aftercare in the end, yeji does interrupt the fun

word count ➵ 4k words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez

a/n ➵ first time writing a oneshot that is less than 10k words and it has smut? and it's also my first time writing smut? and it's not my usual format of writing titles? be so for real moni. i don't even know if this counts as full-blown smut for you guys there is no p in v action. guys, this is truly the worst experience of my life. this writing experience has made me applaud smut writers because i feel like having to scream and laugh at myself. i didn't even fully read through this because i feel like i'm going to ram myself against the walls. anyway, thank you @haet-sal @snowflakewhispers @sungbeam and @cerescomets for the reassurance while i was writing! anyway, if people enjoy this, i can consider making this a series possibly! if you enjoyed this, always make sure to reblog (even if it's on your tbr </3)!

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God, you hate yourself for many reasons. Many knew you as the overachiever in your classes, one who will find themselves setting goals that should be unattainable in all ways. The same people found you the leader type, one who is determined to take charge of everything and anything. But most people, if not all, think of you as the hard-headed one—someone who will never waver from the choices set.

It did not matter what others thought. You could care less what these people had to say; it does not matter if they threw around nouns they felt encapsulated the image you present in school. If anything, they were doing you a favor for you can hope that it would remain.

But god would you hate for anyone to see you like this—to see you out of the powerful persona you had carefully curated.

You should not be doing this—definitely not with him. If anything, you hate him for so many reasons. He is the detached one in your class, one who never raises his hand nor finds the right answers to say when asked. Everyone knows him as the blind follower, one who will follow instructions but never provide any input on how things can improve. But most of all, people knew him as the shy one—someone who will not refute or refuse.

He infuriates you for he is not like you. God, you hate being in the same group as him—let alone being in the same room as him.

So why did you find yourself with your limbs tangled with his, all locked up in your very own room?

“God,” Sunwoo whispers against your lips. “I thought you said the last time would be the last.” His plump lips nip on your bottom one as his fingers find themselves on your buttons, popping them undone one by one.

And it should have been. You should not be doing this with him. Yet, you always find yourself ringing his phone again, and again, and again. Did you not respect yourself?

“It should’ve been.” With the way you grunt while you attempt to unbutton his shirt, he cannot help but chuckle. It is humorous—you say one thing and the complete opposite happens.

His lips leave yours as soon as he successfully gets rid of your button-up shirt. Once they find themselves in the sweet spot on your neck, you cannot help but moan at the sensation. “You always come back for more,” he says in between sucks. “Just admit that you like doing this with me, Ms. Leader.” Sunwoo’s mouth moves to your chest, right above where your heart should be. “You like to finally have someone in control over you.”

You never wanted to agree to that assumption. If anything, you crave to be in control of everything. That is how you go on with life—taking everything in your own hands under the safety blanket that everything shall go your way. But when his fingers glide against every part of your body, traversing you as if you are something to be explored, you almost cannot help but feel all resolve crumble.

“Come on.” Sunwoo nips on your skin, coloring your chest with wet bruises. “I just want to hear you say it. It’s not like I’ll ever tell on you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He chuckles at your words. “Like I said, I would never.” As soon as his eyes meet yours, you almost cannot help but cower under his stare. “I would never let anyone know of what you allow me to do to you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss. With your hands tugging on the strands of his hair, he lets out a small moan at the feeling. His lips remain locked with yours as he attempts to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Noses bump against each other from how messy this whole thing is—not the kiss but everything about you two. God, why on Earth are you doing this again?

As soon as his lips part from yours, you notice how swollen they are from how much he has kissed you. You can only wish yours were not like his. When his buttons are fully undone, he decides to keep it on just to tease. And even with the small amount of skin he revealed, your eyes will never stop devouring him—the smirk that is evident on his lips seems to show that he knows that.

“You know, I would never let anyone know about this behavior of yours, Ms. Leader,” he says as he pushes you down against your bed. When he straddles you, he lets himself take in the sight of you—wide eyes that look up to him with desire. He brings his face close to the right side of your face so that his lips hover over your ear. “I want this to be something you reserve just for me.”

As his breath fans over the side of your way, you close your eyes in an attempt to calm every emotion coursing through your body. His hands find their place on your torso, letting his fingers draw shapes on each side. And when his hands slowly move further down, you arch your back so that he has full access to your bra clasp. His fingers carefully play with your bra strap, slightly tugging it and letting go so that it smacks against your skin. You do not hiss at the contact but relish it.

“Not gonna talk your shit like you always do, Ms. Leader?” The condescending tone of his makes you want to rip him into pieces. “You always seem to do that everywhere—except here,” he chuckles as he finally grabs onto your clasp.

“S–shut up.” Your eyes wander away from the man who knew your body too well than you could ever understand it. And as soon as he undoes the clasp, you feel his hands move to your shoulders. His fingers slowly move the bra straps away. “God, you don’t need to take forever.” Your impatient tone has him chuckling and shaking his head.

“I think I can do whatever I want. Did you not surrender all control to me?” When you do not say anything, he grabs your chin to make sure you face him. Now that your eyes are back on him, you notice the smirk that so badly infuriates you to the core. “Answer me.” You only frown at his demand.

“If you don’t answer me, I’ll walk out that door.” His threat should have been your window to end this mess after all. But god, you hate yourself.

“N–no, don’t leave.” Your plea has his eyes flicker down to your lips which hold a pout.

“Then say it—say that you surrender everything to me.”

How can you even say such words? You respect yourself. But under his gaze, you cannot help but follow. “I surrender myself to you.” The phrase falls out of your mouth pathetically. Sunwoo snickers at how ashamed you are. God, even you knew that you said it miserably.

“You think I’ll fuck you just like that? Who do you think I am?”

He is the pathetic one in group works, one who will accomplish tasks and never question your authority. He is the shy type, someone who will never speak up against you. And he is useless in everything that concerns you—but not this time.

“Fuck,” you mutter as you try to rip away from his stare. But when he keeps his firm grip on your chin, you know there is no way to get what you want unless you abide. “I’m all yours. Control me—use me in any way you want.”

And his laugh is just the sickest one you have ever heard. “Don’t demand me—beg for it.” His tone is sinister-like, one that makes you shiver. If you could control him like how you do with everything, you would never be in this position. And yet, you always found yourself succumbing to his demands.

You huff out a puff of air. “Please,” you make sure to prolong the ‘e’ sounds. With your eyes staring directly back into his that are clouded with desire. “Use me.”

And somehow, those three words had his resolve crumbling.

He goes in for another kiss, letting go of your chin as his hands go back to your bra. As soon as Sunwoo successfully removes it from you, your arms wrap around his neck. His fingers graze around the area where you so desperately needed him to touch. With your rushed kisses (and your attempt to press your chest against his), he can tell how impatient you are growing. And the moment his thumb brushes against your nipple, the moan you let out is grueling—almost embarrassing.

You hate how he starts to smile in the middle of him tasting your lips. God, you knew he would only grow cocky with it. As he continues, you can feel your pussy start to form a pool—one you hate to admit is caused by him. You never want to give him the pleasure of relishing his power over you.

But when he readjusts his knee to find its spot in between your legs, your lower body cannot help but move on its own. Your attempt to rub yourself against his clothed thigh is just a pathetic attempt to receive the pleasure you desperately seek. And when he shifts his thigh farther away from the clothed spot between your legs, you let out a whine.

“Ms. Leader,” he giggles after he parts his lips away from yours. “You have to be patient.” His narrow eyes hold yours as he lets his mouth trail down your neck, to your chest, until he reaches the area that is only centimeters away from where you needed him. And when you watch the way his tongue peeks out of his mouth to flick against your nipple, your eyes close in pleasure.

The ministrations continue. He would switch to your other boob just to give it the same amount of attention, but he always made sure that both nubs were stimulated—whether through his sucks or his hands.

Your eyes slowly open in a haze and you attempt to look down at the man who suckled on your chest. And the sight alone is enough to kill you—eyes closed as he is focused on nothing but your pleasure. The air in your lungs is knocked out. God, how did you even hook up with someone like him?

Somehow, he feels your eyes on him. As soon as his eyes flutter open to hold your gaze, he continues. And somehow, the sight is even hotter than before—his lips wrapped around your nipple as he looks right back at you. You do not even find it within yourself to break eye contact.

As soon as his lips leave your boob, he shoots you a smirk. “My sweet Leader, don’t you think this is funny?” His hand trails down to your stomach until it settles on the band of your skirt. When you feel his fingers pry their way under, you notice how they hook on both your skirt and panty. But he never drags them down. “That despite the title you carry around, you definitely don’t hold it when you’re with me—not when we’re alone.” He lets the bands snap against your waist and you let out a hiss at the contact.

“I think I should call you something more fitting, don’t you think?” The question hangs in the air. His hand trails down your skirt until it lands on the hem of it that rests on your lower thigh. “What about…” his fingers slowly slip under your skirt. “My baby?” He tilts his head to the side.

When he is met with silence, he chuckles. “How about my toy? Or what about…” his hands grip your thigh. “My bitch.” And you do not think twice when you let out a mewl. The satisfaction that paints his face is condescending—god, you hate him for it.

“Ms. Leader, I didn’t expect you for the degradation type.” He smiles as he brings his face back up to yours. His hands move up even further until it rests on the inside of your thigh. “But to be fair, I didn’t expect a lot of things from you.” It almost sounds like a diss on your skills in what you do, but you both knew that is not the case. “Just like how I didn’t expect to have you at my mercy that first night.”

When you feel him tug your underwear to the side, you feel the breath in your lungs get knocked out. And when you feel his fingers finally dip themselves in the part where you needed him since you first rang him up, you let out a whine. The way his eyes get wider is only a sign that he did not expect you to be as wet as you are. But his smile still remains as cocky as ever.

“You’re this wet?” He laughs in what sounds like disbelief. “I never knew how much of an effect I had on you.” He gives you another kiss as he lets his fingers leave your sopping cunt.

As you whine at the absence, he cannot help but smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not that mean.” And with a smile, he brings his fingers in the space between you two. The smell of your arousal is intoxicating for him but shameful for you—it is only proof that you are almost nothing without him.

But when you see his eyes look right into you as he shoves them in his mouth, you almost pass out. The sight of him with squinted eyes as he relishes the taste of you is addictive, but the whine that leaves him is everything.

“Oh god,” you whisper as you watch him lick his two fingers one by one. “You need to whine for me more.” The star-struck look on your face makes him smile. It is one he has never seen—he almost cannot believe he caused it.

As soon as his lips hover over your ear, he whispers, “I’ll whine for you if there’ll be a next time.” When he moves his head back to see your expression, it is one filled with anguish.

You do not want another next time—this cannot keep happening. But when you feel his hands finally tug both your skirt and panties down, all reasonable thoughts leave your mind. “Don’t think too much about what we have, Ms. Leader.” He presses his lips against your neck.

“Sunwoo, we can’t keep doing this,” you mutter as you feel your eyes shut close.

As soon as his hand rests on your exposed slit, he raises you a question, “Why not? I think we’re made for each other.” While he continues to suck on your skin, you can feel yourself pant. “I think that you need me more than I’ll ever need you.”

Before you know it, his fingers make their way into your pussy. And god, the moan you let out is confirmation to Sunwoo—you truly did need him in every way possible. “Ms. Leader, you say that you don’t want this, but the way you react to how I touch you proves otherwise.” He continues to plunge his fingers into you at a rate that provides you with just the right enough stimulation to keep you on the edge.

“How do you expect me to answer when your fingers are fucking me like this?” You manage to say in between breaths. “Do you think you could say no if I put my hands in your pants?” Your condescendingness only makes him laugh.

“I would never stop doing this with you.” His lips leave your neck before moving back to look at you whose eyes are on the verge of closing. “Plus, I would not be so cocky if I were you. I could leave you high and dry.” And when he notices the way you pout and whine at the idea, he chuckles. “But I wouldn’t do that to you.”

His fingers continues to assault your pussy—the rate they were going even faster. And he notices the way your breathing gets heavier. When you finally let your eyes shut close to focus on the pleasure, you let out a string of moans—ones he will only have the pleasure of hearing.

“Ms. Leader, look at how you crumble for me.” His lips find their place on yours. With the way he tugs on your lips as he fingers you unlike anyone else, you mewl in the middle of the kiss. His lips leave yours. “Just admit that you want me.”

When you shake your head with eyes still closed, he chuckles. And somehow, his fingers go at an even faster rate. God, you could feel the coil get tighter. “Oh fuck,” you whine. “Don’t stop.”

And he listens to you—he continues going at that rate. When you feel yourself on the edge, you try to move your hand to reach down for your clit. But he holds your arm in place. “Say you want me.”

Your eyes flutter open as you whine. “S–sunwoo, please. I’m so close, just let me cum.”

“And I’ll let you cum if you say you want me—that this will not be the last time.” His demanding gaze makes your brain go fuzzy. “Just one simple phrase and I’ll give you what you want.”

You wish you still had some rational thoughts in your head. But god, did you need to cum. “A–are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’m serious, Ms. Leader.” His tone sounds even more demanding than how you usually speak. “Don’t you want to cum?” And god, you want to.

His fingers don’t stop, but you still need that stimulation on the nub. Without a thought, you say, “Fuck it, I need you.” Your eyes flutter open and you attempt to move his hand down to rest on your boob. “God, Sunwoo, I need you. Please just let me cum.”

“Say this won’t be the last time.”

“Fuck, it won’t be the last time—I swear. Sunwoo, please I need to cum.” The way you beg makes Sunwoo lose all sense of self-control. And with that, his fingers played with your nipples while he continued to finger you. The combined sensations have your face contorted into pleasure.

And as soon as his thumb finds itself rubbing against your clit, the coil in your stomach gets tighter. “Oh god, Sunwoo.” The way you mewl out his name almost has him breaking right in front of you.

“God, you are so pathetic.” He chuckles as he moves his mouth back down to your neck. “I can’t believe everyone thinks you’re a leader—you do nothing but follow and beg.” Your pants are heavier. “You fucking need someone to surrender to—me.” The way he sucks on your neck, plays with your boobs, and assaults your pussy is like no other—the feeling cannot beat any achievement you have ever received.

And you feel yourself about to tip over the edge. With the way your walls tighten over his digits, you both knew you were about to cum. Your eyes flutter open as you look at the man whose eyes are zeroed in on your face. “S–sunwoo, I’m—”

“Cum for me.” He repeats that chant as he watches your face contort into different expressions. The pressure in your pussy is getting tighter. “Cum for me, you fucking bitch.” And just like that, the coil in you broke. As you were orgasming, he continued to finger you—letting you it ride out until you started to reach overstimulation territories

When he hears you whine as you attempt to push his hand away, he listens. Your breathing is heavy. And when you get a whiff of your arousal, your eyes flutter open, only to see that his fingers glisten with your release. When your eyes dart toward Sunwoo’s face, you notice his satisfied expression as he moves his three fingers apart to see the strings of your arousal.

“God, you’re so hot,” he says before popping them into his mouth. This time he does not whine, but his expression will always show how much he enjoys the taste of you.

Once his digits leave his mouth, your hands reach out toward the collar of his shirt. But before you can remove the top off of him, you hear your ringtone blast out. “Fuck.” You do not miss the way his expression switches into disappointment. “I’m sorry, I need to take this.” You do not hear him out as you fling your arm to your bedside table to grab your phone.

You answer the call without looking at the contact. “Hello?”

“Oh, sorry! Is now not a good time?” You hear Yeji’s voice on the other line. As you lock eyes with the man who is starting to button up his shirt, you let out a sigh.

“No, it’s fine. What’s up?”

Yeji lets out a sigh of relief. “We need some hands in fixing the welcoming banners for the exchange students.”

“What happened to the welcoming committee? Didn’t I leave Jisung in charge of that?” You frown as Sunwoo makes his way to your washroom. But when he quickly comes out with a wet towel, you cannot help but smile.

“Unfortunately for us, he is MIA,” she sighs. “That’s what we get for trusting a man to handle this.” The revelation should have made you mad, but when Sunwoo crouches in front of you to wipe off the mess between your legs, you feel yourself melt.

The moment you hiss at the sudden contact of the towel against your sensitive pussy, his eyes snap up toward you in worry. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine!” You quickly exclaim. “I’ll be there in 30. Just make sure to get as much done, I’ll leave you in charge for the time being.”

“Got it.” And with that, you hung up on her.

“Sorry, I forgot that you’re still sensitive,” he says as he lightly wipes off the remnants of cum.

You shake your head and say, “It’s okay.”

It is silent for a bit. You two usually do not know what to say during these times. As soon as he finishes cleaning you up, you take this as an opportunity to get off the bed and get some fresh clothes from your closet.

“I’m sorry for cutting this short,” you start off as you wear your underwear. “I would’ve told Yeji that I’m busy but they need me on campus to help out.” When you successfully wear your bra, you look at the man who came from the bathroom after washing up the towel.

“It’s fine, Ms. Leader is needed everywhere they go.” There he goes again calling you that.

You roll your eyes as you quickly grab some jeans. “I hate when you call me that.”

“But it’s what everyone calls you.”

A scoff leaves your mouth as you pop the button of your jeans close. “Yeah, but it’s annoying.” The moment you grab onto a clean graphic tee, you quickly put it over yourself. Your eyes land back on Sunwoo who only smirks. “What?”

“You’re going out like that?”

You find yourself frowning before asking, “What’s wrong?”

“I just didn’t know you wanted to present your hickeys to everyone on campus.” The moment he says that has your eyes widening in shock.

You quickly make your way to a mirror to see that your neck is littered with hickeys left by the man who now stands behind you. “Fuck.” As soon as you lock eyes with Sunwoo, you notice the satisfied expression on his face. “Hey, now is not the time to be proud of your work. I can’t go around like this!”

Once you spin around to face him, he only shrugs. “You’ll figure it out.” He grabs onto your arm and pulls you close to him. The moment his lips hover over your ear, he whispers, “I’ll see you for the next one.”

Before you could retort, his lips move to give you a peck on the cheek. You and Sunwoo were never the type to do such actions outside of sex. So when he moves away and sees your expression, he cannot help but chuckle. “Good luck, Ms. Leader.”

And just like that, he made his way out of your room. God, you should have broken this off.

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burning-academia-if · 8 months ago

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re: internet speed: hang in there!! your update will save me🙏🏻

I just got done with a long road trip (Massachusetts to North Carolina; about a 12 hour trek!) to visit family, and am physically drained but mentally wide awake- which is why I am up at 3:15am, excited to start a new save when it drops!!

to bring this back to the game- if you don't mind- would the RO's (poly included) ever do a road trip of this length with MC, while dating? would anyone overprepare, or outright refuse, perhaps unless MC genuinely couldn't fly for some reason?

(... dare I even consider what chaos would unfold if they managed to get like, a party bus for a group trip lmao)

Hi sorry to the prompts in my inbox the past week, got obviously sidetracked by the update lol I hope you got some rest after that trip!

also imagine all the ROs+MC going on a road trip together? 52 killed and 138 injured

Rook: He would thrive on a roadtrip, even if you threw him in the most cramped car imaginable and made him drive (pro tip: don't let him drive). He is chronically under prepared but he manages anyway. Hopefully MC is better prepared then he is

Beck: Over packs as a "just in case" type of thing. Stops maybe a little too frequently for gas as a just in case kind of thing. Is pretty comfortable throughout the trip and knows when to rotate driving as needed so neither of you feel too awful

Rhea: She would do her best but I don't think she'd fair well lol she hasn't ever driven so long so she has no idea how to prepare for it and would be asking you constantly before the trip. This is one of the few planning things you'd have to be in charge of

Zoe: They might be reluctant at first, especially since they're not the most comfortable driving and have really only driven locally. I imagine they'd accidentally get you both lost at one point and you're both just bent over the phone like "??? Where are we???" Very stressful but it kinda becomes a funny memory later

Lars: This has got to be the most serious roadtrip you've ever been on. He's focused only on point a to point b. You'll stop to grab food or gas, but doesn't spare a moment for sight seeing unless you pull out the Annoying Tactic (or just look really sad about it lmaO). At least you're guaranteed to get there safely

???: They have no idea how to drive or what a roadtrip even is so that's all on you lol. I think they'd make so many comments throughout that it makes the time go by fast though, and they'd probably be playing like word games with you or things similar periodically throughout the trip

Poly:

Rook/Beck: Beck makes up for Rook's carelessness. There's the occasional bickering along the way (kinda like a married couple lol) but it all feels light hearted and goofy and time goes by surprisingly fast.

Rook/???: This is the most chaotic roadtrip you'll ever be on. A whole lot of detours and distractions and wondering how you made it to your destination alive (it was because of you, probably). Despite the chaos it's also very fun and like an adventure

Rhea and Zoe: The two actually figure out the roadtrip thing a lot better together then they do apart. It's a very cozy trip with the occasional stop and sight seeing, with conversations that ebb and flow. It's a fine time

#em answers #ch: rook #ch: beck #ch: rhea #ch: zoe #ch: lars #ch: ???#poly: the universe crumbles #poly: a light too bright #poly: a sin so holy #answering prompts because I have too much energy to sleep

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bountyhaunter · 6 months ago

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TIMING: Current. LOCATION: WR general hospital SUMMARY: Daiyu tries to text her siblings while in the hospital, but decides against it. CONTENT WARNINGS: General hospital descriptions.

Daiyu shared a room with an elderly man called Robert, who she'd started calling Robbie the moment she'd gained enough strength to be a little shit. This had been surprisingly fast, according to all nurses present, who thought her annoying ways a little odd, given the traumatic injuries marring her body. It was impressive to a frustrating degree how quickly the patient used her damage voice box to make bad jokes and come up with bad nicknames, though Daiyu knew very little else to do. Robbie had to be playfully bullied. She had to do something besides lay in the relative silence of the hospital.

Of course, she could invite people. Robbie had visitors, who thought her both pitiful and annoying. It was a fair assessment, considering her bandages and solitude contrasted with her big mouth and lame quips. Daiyu wanted to call out to them in a way that was less provocative, to ask them what it was like to feel the urge to visit hospitalized visitors. To ask them to visit her too. She wanted one of those stupid helium balloons. But she did not ask Robbie's family, nor her own, nor the strange combination of acquaintances she'd made in town.

In stead, she kept her phone battery charged and went online. Snarked to some strangers, tried to cover the fall out of the Keep unsuccessfully, asked for help with her dog. Daiyu did not ask anyone to come, though. It was easier to keep it all online. To speak through text, rather than reveal her raspy voice and her leathery skin. To chat about eating cheeseburgers as if she wasn't nauseated by the medication and the smell of burning flesh that had not yet left her nose. It was easy to show bravado behind that silly profile picture while typing words, even if her arm hurt when she did so.

She heard that Rafael had been given a little wake at the bar and wished she could have been there. Mark Stanson was impossible to keep away from the hospital, but she figured it was only because he wanted to keep her patronage after all that had occurred, and not because he cared.

To be cared for was a notion beyond her understanding. The nurses did a good job of it, but they were paid to. The people who knew about her predicament might want to, but Daiyu kepther them. And her family …

There were a few moments where she opened her text messages with her sister and typed fervently until her broken arm was sore. Inna, she had typed, Do you ever think they should get hunter insurance? Like, I think that's totally something you should get into. Just charge other hunters a fuck ton so in the case they end up in hospital for some reason, they don't have to pay a fuck ton. But ofc most of us are too stubborn to go to hospital, so you'd turn an impressive profit. Been thinking about it lots but I don't feel like becoming an insurance mogul. But like, you can go for it. Take my idea and just give me 10% or something, lol. Oh, right, I was thinking about this because I am in the hospital. In Wicked's Rest, if you feel like coming East. JK, stay where you are. You smell too bad, they'd never let you in. But yeah, got into one of those situations where a first aid box and some staples ain't enough. Sucks ass, man. It's expensive here. And the food's shit, not that I feel like eating it. The guy next to me has people coming by every day. They use a Google calendar and everything to make sure he doesn't go a day without visitors. Would you come if I ask? Not that I'd ask, because again, you smell too bad. It'd be a health risk and I don't want you to embarrass yourself like that. But would you ever do that? A fucking Google calendar? Maybe I would, once you get old and sicky (in like three yrs). Anyway. Some fucking lavagirl jumped me. I didn't even start it! I know you won't believe that, but this time I'm so fr. I was just going to my car and she was killing another hunter who was also just getting to his car? Crazy shit. Anyway. They had to do skin grafts. NASTY! It's fine, though. My scars will look more bad ass than any of yours. You'd cry if you had these kinda burn scars, too. Ummm whatever. I'm fine, though. Just waiting for the right opportunity to make my escape. Don't forget my hunter insurance idea, it's a total get rich quick scheme. How's shit at home? Dad's still not croaked it? Damn huh, I thought

The message had been deleted before she could send it. She'd blocked her sister's number to resist the urge to text her in a moment of weakness and had unblocked her a few days later, just in case of emergency.

Vissarion had been met with a wall of unsent text as well, of course. Vis, you won't believe it. Lavagirl is real. She's probably a fae and also an absolute cunt. I tried to fight her and I lost but if you had tried to fight her, you would have totally died. I'm so bored though. Most boring part of being a hunter, am I right? Waiting for your fucking bones and skin to heal. Anyway, just thought I'd message you. Only because I'm bored to tears. Do you want to come hang out? I want to throw jello at you or whatever. You'd totally hate this town, it's quaint and cute and filled to the brim with weird shit. Have you spoken to dad? Lol who am I kidding you're probably sitting next to him right now and so I'm not going to send this because you'd tattle about me being hurt and that is NOT happening. You suck.

Vissa had received a Blingee gif in stead of the above message, which he left on read and didn't respond to, as was par of the course. Daiyu's finger had hovered over the call button, remembering a long time ago where Vissa had crouched across from her when she'd fallen and messed up her knees. She remembered, too, how he'd carried her from a den of werewolves similarly to how Mark had taken her from that parking lot. She never reached out more besides that one gif.

Her dad was not spared any impulse. She also refused to open her messages with uncle Nik, if only because she knew she'd reach out and that he'd come. That couldn't be.

The solitude was a self imposed consequence of getting hurt. It was how it was meant to be. You only showed people your teeth, never your bleeding gums. She'd put her scars on proud display, proof of having survived where Rafael hadn't, but she would never show the forming of said scars. The period before, where she watched Robbie receive another sister and a drawing from a young niece with a hollowness in her chest, where she longed in the quiet dark for Nugget's snout against her hand, where she heard the whirring and beeping of the hospital and had to wait until she could present herself again as brave and resilient, out in the real world outside that white room where she was alone, again.

#solo.

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yermes · 2 years ago

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PAC 🍸:

I spent all day looming with 2% brain capacity. Literally just unwell gloomy tired. I was sitting feeling everything spiral away from me as I do my shitty ass chores and contemplating my current predicament. Anyways turns out my mid day spiral was because I was HANGRY. But anyways I have been looking into feminine aspects in relation to shadow work here are some ways divine femininity manifests within us.

Pick a meme

Pick up a card

King of cups (reversed) 🦟

Prince of the Chariot of waters, air aspect of water, 20° Libra to 20° Scorpio, Tiphareth, Vau

Artistically untrustworthy or so one may say. This card brings a type of intensity that the girlies don’t really like. But thats fine. As they baddies say and as one of the only universal laws I resonate with the most: as above so below. While the divine feminine aspect that may pertain to yourself may seem “undesirable” those aspects are just as deserving of love as the undesirable aspects. Just as there is a place for good there is also a place for evil. If you can even call those things that. Do not classify yourself as good or bad just simply be.

Eight of wands (reversed) 🕷️

Lord of Swiftness, Mercury in Sagittarius, 1°–10°. Angels Nithahiah and Haayah, Hod

You are claiming something in a clear yet sly way. The high mercury representation represents the swift cunning acts of the god and his desire to lie cheat and steal to get what he wants. AGAIN while this may seem as if it is manifesting in a “undesirable” way yet it needs to be embraced as much as the desirable ones. These cards are fr just saying is all y’all know is: McDonalds, Charge they phone, twerk, be bisexual, eat hotchip and lie.

Knight of cups 🦂

21° Aquarius 20° Pisces, Fire in the waters of Briah, Chokmah

The contrast in the balance which brings a type of instability to shift from extreme to extreme. While the warm waters may be exciting and inviting. Like a nice warm healing spring. It can also boil. This card represents how it can manifest in both extremes and be a healing agent and also a extreme force of nature.

Ruin 🪰

Sun 3. Gemini, Malkuth through air, ten of swords

I love this card because EVERY BAD BITCH I KNOW HAS READ THE PASSION ACCORDING TO CIXIOUS. Basically I see this card as genesis and how due to divine femininity human beings we’re actually able to gain divine consciousness. Yes I get the argument you need all sides but genesis itself is a representation of how femininity brought divinity and human consciousness. Also note how most deities of magic are usually depicted as women. This card represents when human intellect takes a final step. Bite that apple sezy lady. While with the nine of cups in the back fighting brings destruction. However with the sun above we are able to see that we can reach a beginning yet again and start that cycle yet again. Embrace that divinity queen save some for the rest of us.

#suitlifeofgerm #askgerm #pick a card #daily card #pick a picture #magic #shadow work #pac #tarotoftheday #cartomancy #divination #im so so sleepy #please send thots and prayers i am laying in bed like a sickly victorian child

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blackhill2245 · 8 months ago

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Oh shit!

Warnings - guns, like a bit of violence but really

Note - enjoy, not proof read so if there's anything major let me know

I sit around lazily scrolling through my phone, music full blast in my headphones. I was wearing my signature 'nobody will see me' outfit, as in a grey hoodie with stains on it from painting and my at home DIY projects, my black track pants full of cat hair.

"SWAT put your hands up!" I hear muffled through my headphones as my front and back door are kicked open. I sit up in alarm shakily taking my headphones off.

"What the fuck!"

"On the ground!" A girl screams, pointing her gun at me as the rest of her squad runs around my house. "BE careful! The basement stairs are dodgy, and you'll fall through!" I yelp as I spot two men stomping down them.

"I said on the ground!" She shouts again, thrusting her gun at me to make a point.

"Ok, ok jesus" I nod sitting cross legged on the floor.

"No lay on the ground, face down!" She shakes her head grabbing my arm and making me lay down, that was hot- wait.

I yelp as I'm roughly tossed on the floor, blushing madly because oh my God girls in uniform -

Not to seconds later, the rest of the team rushed back to my living room.

"Where is he!?" The tall bald headed one asked.

"Who?" I scrunch my eyebrows straining to look up at them, "Hey, can I sit up now?".

The bald headed one nodded at the girl, who then patted me down and nodded, "Get up." she demands, and well, who am i to deny a pretty woman?

I sat up, and they were all tense waiting for me to try to make a run for it or something, but I was just straight up confused, but also thankful I washed my hair yesterday because it would have been so fucking greasy.

"He asked you a question!" Another dude said he had black hair that actually suited him well. I wonder what he'd look like with a beard, I don't think he'd have the face for it.

"I already answered, who?" I say again looking at the bald headed one he seemed to be in charge.

"Alex Rovio"

"What type of name is Rovio?" I laugh a little but stop once seeing they're glares, "nah sorry man, I'm still confused"

They all stared at me for a while before the bald headed one started talking, but I interrupted them.

"Wait, wait, wait can I get names I mean no offense but I can't keep thinking of you as the bald one" I note a younger man laughing to himself.

The man rolled his eyes but introduced everyone, I learned the pretty lady is Chris, a very beautiful name, if I might add.

"Right sorry what were you about to say?"

"A known and wanted murderer is meant to live here" deacon states his face very serious.

"Uh well I'm on the lease but my name isn't Alex, so-" I shrug

They all exchange looks, "were going to have to bring you in for questioning, Chris took her out to the truck" Hondo instructs his team but once again before they could do as told, I interrupt.

"OH, could I feed my cat before I go? And just tell my naighbor, he's disabled and I don't want him alone"

They nod, so I stand up and just stand there awkwardly, "are you just gonna watch me?"

Chris chuckles, shaking her head she hands her big ass gun to Luka. "I'll watch her. You all head to the car"

They all file out, and I call for my cat, "psst psst, chicken!, chicken!" I call ratling his treat bag.

I hear a meow, and my shaky cat chicken stumbles into the kitchen, "Hey baby!" I coo fixing his nappy.

I place his food down reaching for my phone to call my neighbor.

"Chicken?"

I look to Chris, who has a confused look on her face, "oh I found his in the trash eating chicken"

She nods and lets me call my anighbkr, over leaving a 50 on the counter and heading back to HQ with Chris.

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After a while of discussing, we realized alex the murderer is using me as sort of a cover-up, pretending to live there so police wouldn't be suspicious or something, anyway I was sending money to him and he sent it to the actual renter who didn't know what was going on.

I didn't try to understand it, to complicated but long story short I'll need a new home, my neighbor had to take my cat to her apartment for a while, and I had to stay in the HQ for a couple hours until the team could arrest Alex as I was now in danger.

"Man," I sigh, Chris was designated to watch me, which I really did not mind. Anyway, right now, we were sitting in the boxing ring. Well, I was lying down.

"You alright?" She asks softly looking down at me, she was sitting cross legged next to my head.

Oh. My. God she's so fucking pretty what the fuck.

I realize I zoned out when I saw her smile, "Uh yea, I'm fine." I shrug, "It's a bit annoying, having to move but I've been wanting to buy a house for a while"

"What do you do for work?" She asked playing with her fingers.

"Im a firefighter, it's fun, you know? Helping people and all that" I Humm folding me arms behind my head, sighing.

"Neat job" she nods hesitating before shrugging herself and laying next to me.

"So. Chicken? What's up with him?"

"He's a wobbly cat or cerebellar hypoplasia, his brain is a little messed up, I brought him to the shelter but it was a kil one, I didn't realize until it was nearly to late, I realized he was a lot of work I was still in the academy but, I worked hard learned what I needed to then my neighbor learned about my cat and started to help out, he's so sweet just a little.... special" I rant I loved my cat to bits, and when I showed people him they were always saying mean things.

I look at Chris, noting how she was already looking at me. She laid on her side, looking at me.

"He looks like a very sweet boy" she mutters leaning down to get closer to me.

"He is," I whisper before we fall silent, sitting up as I see deacon approach.

"You're a free woman. He's caught. Just get out of your house as soon as possible and be careful" he walked away leaving me alone with Chris.

"Well, guess I'll head home"

"Wait, uh, I didn't ask earlier because I mean it would be I aptopreite, but since you're leaving and most likely won't see me again, um here" I smiled at how awkward she was being. I look st the peice of paper she handed me and realized it was her number.

"You know to call me incase somethings wrong?" She smiles bashfuly.

"I'd like that." I smile brightly, my cheeks hurting, "but... I'd like to call you, as soon as I get home, not when something is wrong"

"Well then, you'd better hurry home," she smiled once more before walking away, looking over her shoulder and giving me a cheeky smile and wave.

"Fuck me" I whisper, partially shocked and partially actually no, fully truthful.

Sighing I get home sending off a text.

'Hey, hope you have an easy rest of the day <3"

It sounded a bit awkward, but I can't flirt for my life. Immediately, there's a text back.

'Thank you, but don't jynx it, glad you git home safe ♡'

I spend the rest of the night smiling like a little school girl, giggling and kicking my feet.

#SWAT #s.w.a.t.#chris alonso #fxf #fanfic #cute #fluffy #wobbly cat #deacon kay #fanfiction #s.w.a.t fanfic

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nekoannie-chan · 2 years ago

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Secrets chapter 1: The Day We Met part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Word count: 1116 words.

Summary: Sometimes keeping secrets can be dangerous or a heavy burden, which is what Kathleen has been doing for years. She will also be in charge of guiding Steve Rogers into this century; meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be looking for a way to kick-start the Avengers Initiative by integrating her as one of the superheroes, but that won't be the only danger they face.

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: After long time working on this longfic, I finally post it.

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Secrets masterlist.

Prologue.

Next chapter.

𝒥𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿, 𝒯𝑜𝓀𝓎𝑜, 𝒥𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓃

Kath opened her eyes lazily. Any normal student would go on Saturdays to the activities of their respective clubs, but for some reason, No, she knew the reasons why she had not been able to be in any of the school clubs. But what actually woke her up that morning was the noise that was heard on the lower floor.

She got up and wash her face, then went back to her bedroom to get dressed, and slowly went downstairs she couldn't stay in her bedroom all day anyway, also she was hungry.

The first thing she found when she got off and entered the kitchen was a young man she didn't know, but seeing the clothes she was wearing, she assumed she worked at S.H.I.E.L.D. and that he probably was one of the agents on her father's team.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You finally woke up," Nozomu said. "He's Brock Rumlow, one of the agents under my command; the other one who's eating breakfast is Jack Rollins."

"Why did you bring them? You have never brought work home," Kath whispered.

"The mission took a slightly different course, but it was successful."

"Different? Does mom know about this?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. She didn't think her mother would be amused that her dad had brought "work" home.

"Sure, she was the one who made breakfast."

"Okay," Kath replied unconvincedly, turned around and saw Brock. "Is my dad too harsh on his team?" she asked Brock.

Brock had slowly turned around when he heard the voice, he hadn't even been able to answer when he saw her, it was the second time in his life that he felt something similar, he was completely enraptured; while Kath couldn't take her eyes off Brock either.

"Rumlow?"

"Huh?"

"Kath asked you a question."

The young woman let out a small, teasing giggle, although she had found some interesting things in his mind. At least sometimes it was fun to see what was in other people's heads.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked you if my dad is too harsh as an instructor or whatever he does."

Brock smiled nervously. He didn't know he had to answer. Meanwhile, Jack tried not to laugh.

Somehow, Brock got Kath's mobile phone number, and they started talking more. He even knew she was a mutant.

She was beginning to feel something "weird," very different from what she once felt about Johnny. If Wanda, Saori, or Nico were there, she could talk to them and know what was going on. She wasn't quite sure what to say to her teacher, Agatha, either... She missed her best friends! She didn't know exactly what she felt, but she was aware that it was completely different from what she had come to feel in the past.

ℒ𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿, 𝒰𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈

Kathleen did some doodles in her notebook. The classes at the Academy were somewhat boring for her, but perhaps the reason for this is that she read all the procedures as well as the protocols and what she must have known to be an agent in the books and files that her parents had at home since she was a child. However, even if she didn't know, she couldn't pay attention since the noise in her classmates' minds was very annoying. The worst thing is that she knew exactly what they thought of her. Somehow, they learned that she was a mutant.

Kath was the only one who was in the dining room. The others always avoided her, except Cameron. Although they did not bother him, usually the others excluded him. Maybe it was because the boy had always behaved in a very shy way. Regardless, she was happy to be able to consider him a friend.

Kath checked her mobile phone when she arrived, she had a couple of text messages from Brock, he thought she was going to college; she still hadn't told him anything about the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, she wanted it to be a surprise.

However, the one who got a big surprise was her; the following weekend, while having breakfast with her parents, she received a piece of news.

"Next month, you will have your first mission as an agent," the man said.

Kath took her eyes off her breakfast and looked at him as if her father had spoken to her in a language she didn't understand. "My first mission? But I'm still at the Academy... " she didn't finish the sentence, realizing the reasons, she smiled, "Okay, I guess I won't be going alone or with any of you."

She knew that Fury had intervened; the good thing was that she would probably have more free time and finally tell Brock the truth, as long as the mission was a success.

In their free time, they would go out; he would show her around the city, or so she thought. Maybe she had lived in another country since she was little, but she did know the city and other parts of the United States because she went to visit her grandparents. She actually liked Brock thinking that; she also liked spending time with him.

Kathleen was in love with Brock, and although she preferred to hide her feelings, the truth was that she was afraid of losing him. In the past, she had already lost the people she loved so much, so she preferred to keep him safe.

Brock Rumlow had six months since he had been appointed Commander and leader of the STRIKE team, some were in disagreement and others skeptical, but the decisive vote and of greater weight was that of Nozomu, who fully trusted him.

"Agent Rumlow," a female voice called him. He wasn't sure if the voice belonged to the person whom he believed. He turned around, annoyed. He was no longer an agent, exactly. "Or should I say Commander Rumlow?" she asked, in a playful tone. Brock laughed when he saw who she was.

Something weird was going on. "Kitty, do you know you can call me Brock?" he frowned. "Why are you wearing that uniform?" Shouldn't you be in college? He looked at her sternly. In the past, he got into a lot of trouble. Maybe she needed his help.

"The uniform is mine; I'm an agent. Here, it's from Fury, and my dad asked you to be my instructor, tutor, whatever," Kathy answered laughing while she gave Brock a document.

"Won't you go to the Academy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I exceeded expectations in the exams, and they decided it was time for me to become an agent," she replied as if she didn't care.

Ꭲꭺꮐꮮꮖꮪꭲ:

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#Secrets #Steve Rogers x OFC #brock rumlow x ofc

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hydrangeyes · 1 year ago

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You are what you are

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Part 1

16. Toga needs her big brother, league meets ‘quirkless’ OC

Summary: Toga gets homesick and the group takes her to see her big brother. Domestic League, pairing: ???? also I love the Idea that other times Toga is crazy big sister but when sad/down she is baby

Edit: I looked it up and twice is way older than i thought so for most if not all things I write him in he is 22.

Edit 2: changed big brother to younger brother to fit canon a bit more

Now here is a mini series I never picked back up really, I do think I have part 2 somewhere but eh. Another project I started and dropped (no specific reason)

Dabi x Male reader x Shigaraki

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Toga stared blankly up at nothing. She’s been sitting at the table, resting her head between outstretched arms for most of the day. It worried the fuck out of everyone. Usually when toga’s quiet she’s up to something, but it’s been hours. The only time she even shifted and responded was when twice tentatively sat next to her, asking what was wrong.

She only said nothing and that she was a bit thirsty when he asked if she needed anything. The boys sat at the bar to give her space as she sipped some orange juice. Kurogiri polishing the glass cups, Twice and Dabi watching Toga, and Tomura playing a game on his new switch.

“This shit is giving me hives. Just tell us what your problem is so we can fix it.” Dabi suddenly says standing up from the bar seat. Twice and Kurogiri held their breaths while Tomura continued playing on his game, but did glance over to see her reaction.

“…..I miss my little brother.”

The reactions were immediate. She had everyone’s full attention, occasionally glancing at one another as if to confirm that she actually just said that.

“Usually around this time I would go visit… But with things so tense and us trying to keep it low. I don’t want to bring all our mess to him, he would have a heart attack.” she pouts scratching her cheek sitting up finally. “Especially since he is a civilian and all.”

That definitely shut up any quirk related questions. Toga went on as if she didn’t notice the others questioning everything they assumed about her so far. “I don’t think I told him I became a full on villain. See he lives country side too so wouldn’t see the papers about us.”

“Let’s visit.” Tomura speaks up suddenly, putting the switch down to turn and start showing that he was paying attention.

“We need a break anyway. Think if you call him and ask if he has room, we could stay for a bit?” Toga perks up as Tomura talks excitedly and lets out happy squeals. “Shiggy!! That’s an awesome idea! Wait here!” and with that she rushes out to go get her charging phone.

Taking the silence as not knowing what to do next twice hopped on the opportunity to start freaking out. “SHE HAS A BROTHER?????? Calm the fuck down.”

The others left the anxious man to it, Dabi turning to Tomura in annoyance. “Why exactly are we really going to visit this ‘brother’ of hers? Didn’t take you for the… Visiting family type.”

Tomura hums going back to his own switch, right hand twitch then lightly rubbing his jaw after a look from Kurogiri.

“I’m not. But we are in need of more members, even if quirkless this brother could still be of use to us.” Tomura notes, eyes on the screen. “Plus I’m bored and seeing Toga around a male she hasn’t tried to kill sounds like a fun side quest.”

Letting out a tsk, Dabi looked over to the still freaking out twice but kept his response to himself. It’s not like he had any work to do right away. Taking out his phone he texts his pesky bird he’ll be gone for a bit. They were going to need some new casual clothes.

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It was always blissfully quiet during this time of day. The countryside is rather peaceful compared to the city side. Which is probably why he was sent here to begin with. But he wouldn’t complain much, after all the house he got was pretty sweet.

A two story cottage house surrounded by a cute metal fence, with its own large front and back garden. The woods not far from the back and not long after his first stay did he find an outdoor onsen.

At 11 am on the clock it was like the world at large was napping. With the warm summer air and singing from restless cicadas. Michi hummed softly as he finished up cleaning and airing out his decent size collage home. He made his way outside to go water the front garden excitedly.

“It’s been awhile since Himi-chan came to visit, and with some friends.” Michi mumbles to him and his plants. The heat may be getting to him a bit but he was wearing the lightest clothes he had; well that wasn’t underwear. A loose soft blue tank top and patterned pineapple swim trunks.

Losing himself in thoughts of what they could be like and when to start lunch, Michi didn’t notice time passing till he heard the distant sounds of a vehicle coming from down the road. Hearing the vehicle stop snaps him out of it, curiously hearing what seems to be the tail ends of an argument.

“I told you taking the left turn would get us here! Now we’re late!”

“Stop yelling at kuro, he was just following the gps.”

“Why!? I know-”

“Toga?”

Peeking over the front hedge, Michi sucks in an excited breath completely zoning in on Toga as soon as he sees her. “TOTO-NEE” he shouts, racing over and lifting her up into a tight hug laughing.

He obviously startled her but just as quickly she hugged back hard, laughing for once in absolute happiness that didn’t involve killing someone.

While talking her up and after seeing how big she’s grown, Michi kept an eye on her group of friends. The first to grab his attention being a tall seemingly male with mists as their head and hands, dressed in a full on casual suit.

A flag pops into Michi’s head, then even more as he continues looking over the others; taking mental notes.

‘Mist form- cloud quirk? teleportation?, Casual suit. Most wary of.

Stables and burnt skin- fire quirk, sleeveless jacket and leather pants. Could be a problem

Full on mask, white t-shirt and jean jacket- unknown quirk, maybe face related. Super suspicious.

Dry skin and specialty gloves- touch related quirk?, Black shirt and long red coat (little red riding hood), not immediately suspicious but still be wary’

Smoothly Michi turned his full attention back to Toga. He really did miss her a lot, seeing her in person was a bit of a shock. Not wanting to go down that depressing road he grins and squishes Togas cheeks. Toga squawks and pouts flailing her arms in protest but he can hear the laughter in her tone. “Mimiiiiiiii!!!!”

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It was weird. The boys all mentally agreed. Seeing toga act like a ‘normal’ girl was fucking weird. And her brother seemed so normal in comparison. 5’7 with lean muscle, dark skin, familiar ash blonde hair and yellow eyes. No hints of underline bloodlust or killing intent.

There was nothing about this brother that hinted that he’s even been to the city. A sort of country bumpkin aura too him. His posture was relaxed, open and easy to read. His attention was so focused on Toga, that they each weren’t sure if the man noticed them just standing there with their luggage.

“Oh! Is this them?” Michi asks, finally turning his head in their direction. Away from a pouting Toga who clung to his arm. Giving the boys a soft welcoming smile.

'Oblivious.’ They each thought, with the way this man was acting he had no clue that they were real villains. Michi figured it out as soon as he hugged toga immediately and smelled fresh blood on her sweater. Finally Kurogiri and Tomura stepped forward with a slight bow, establishing to the blonde who the leaders of the group were. “My name is Tomura, this is Kurogiri, Dabi, and Twice.”

Dabi and twice stepping forward to show who was who. Twice going a bit extra by giving Michi an awkward deep bow. while Dabi’s blank stare was dripping with mischief, Toga gave him a smile full of warnings.

Michi chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the whole thing. Waiting till toga excitedly let go, running to the house. Michi hums and just for a second gave each and every one of them a calculated look. Immediately the boys tense surprised by the change of atmosphere.

“Michi Toga. I do hope you all have been taking good care of my big sister, I wouldn’t want this ‘vacation’ of yours to end with me draining you dry.”

Given how Toga’s quirk works, they all can guess what type of threat the man was making. Tomura looked unbothered but he was standing up straighter, Kurogiri stepped a bit more in front of Tomura. Dabi’s eyes narrowed and Twice looked between the 4 staring down each other.

“Michi- chan give me a tour!!” Hearing that Michi sighed playfully exasperated. Turning and starts heading towards the house. “Come on boys, you all can get settled while I start on dinner.” Inwardly he smirks ‘cute.’ leaving them to their thoughts.

“We’re screwed. Who does that quirkless asshole think he is. Do you think he’s onto us?” Twice asks as if that wasn’t obvious enough.

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heh this took longer than I expected, writing these characters verses imagining the prompt is definitely a fun challenge. So is going from docs to tumblr, the sync is weirdddd

Anyway Part 2 is in the future but so is a brewing male reader x hawks prompt.

Edit: Lmaooo sure hun sure

#x male reader #male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x oc

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