#cursed violate meet cute

[soundsliketeenspirits]

tate and violet but its 1995 and they live in adjacent apartments. tate (who has never been influenced by evil shit, thank you very much) has just moved out of his mom's house. he's subleasing half of a little 2-bed place for cheap and his roommate is some rich college fucker that sells coke to freshmen. tate "honest worker" langdon keeps getting fired from customer service jobs.

violet's parents are freshly divorced, with her mom having moved back east and her father staying in LA. she's fresh out of junior year and has been guilt-tripped into visiting ben for the summer (its how vivian keeps her for all major holidays) with the promise of touring colleges.

they meet outside on their way-too-close little balconies one night and get along like a house on fire. violet eventually starts climbing over the railings to sit on his porch in the saucer chair he dragged from his room just for her (its navy blue to match the giant beanbag chair that's already permanent fixture). they're four floors up and this scares the shit out of them both but they play it cool. august sees them up til 2am every night for a week, high as shit and watching tv in his bed, just in time for violet to go back to boston for the fall.

[m-ilkiee]

Pervert: Okkotsu Yuuta x Female Reader

summary: you know yuuta is a sweet, kind and socially awkward guy, but you had no idea he was also a... pervert?

warnings: aged up! Yuuta (Yuuta is 22 and reader is 19), college/university au, noncurse au, dark content, smut/nsfw, heavy dubious consent, female reader, perverted/toxic reader, perv! Yuuta, masturbation (male and implied female), panty theft, noncon vouyeurism, mention of sex toy, slight violence, panty eating, cunnulingus, face sitting, face riding, fingering.

r-18+ not suitable for anyone below the age of 18

wc: 2.2k

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YOU wouldn't have suspected that your borderline insomniac roommate was also a perverted fucker.

YUUTA was a dirty, panty-stealing creep who you just caught red handed with your panties pressed to his nose while he fucked his fist eagerly.

You stood in front of his doorway watching him, head thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut as his cock twitched in his grasp. Without another word, you immediately ran away from his room door with a hand to your mouth to stifle your cursing, the feelings of shame and horror dawning on you at once.

You knew that there was something suspicious about Okkotsu Yuuta, the genius of the Tokyo metropolitan university coming from a well-off family, who had such high marks he earned multiple scholarships. No one can be THAT talented without being fucked up one way or another, but you had assumed he was the exception.

You were appalled by his actions because you thought Yuuta would be different from the other disgusting college dude bros you had the unfortunate chance of meeting. He was supposed to be different; sweet, innocent, quiet and gullible to ignore that his shirts go missing and reappear in his drawer neatly folded, unaware of the fact that it was you that took them to inhale his scent while you buried your fingers inside your cunt.

It was supposed to be you that would be the perverted one, that would seduce him into your bed to do unquestionable things to him.

He was a degenerate like the rest of them.

That man that you caught masturbating was not the Yuuta that you imagined. No, he was more disgusting than any man you've met by just his singular action of getting off from your dirty underwear.

Filthy.

And it was even more disgusting that instead of thinking of how to move to another place or call the police probably, you were diving your hands into your night trousers. The memory of him pumping his veiny pale erect cock, with an angry dark red mushroom tip dripping with precum, shirt caught between his teeth and pants hung low enough that he could touch himself had you soaked.

You hated that your thighs trembled at the sight of his length, arousal leaking out of your sex. You should be grossed out, not all hot and bothered panting his name in the bathroom with your fingers playing with your clit while you clenched around nothing. You couldn't deny how sexy that scene was playing right in front of you, the cute guy everyone secretly had a crush on -including you, losing his fucking mind over your panties, sniffing it like it's the best thing in the world.

It feeds into your ego a little bit. A whole lot actually.

At the back of your mind, you wonder what you could get from blackmailing the school’s best student.

THE next day, it was awkward seeing Yuuta happily making breakfast with those dirty hands of his as if you hadn't seen him palm his cock with them before. You wanted to throw up, unable to contain your disgust when he dropped the plate of food in front of you. As much as it feels kind of hypocritical of you, the fact that he stole your undies to masturbate to instead of just fucking asking you made you feel violated.

A frown crossed his face as he looked at your reaction, clearly shocked at your lack of enthusiasm for his food. "You don't like pancakes?" He asked, clearly confused at your actions.

He didn't flinch when you threw the food at him only for it to land on the floor, shards of the ceramic plate scattering everywhere. He stayed still as you walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to your furious face.

"How. Dare. You?" You spat out with venom, your grip tightening. "How dare you pretend that everything is alright when I saw what I saw yesterday?" You screamed at the unresponsive man. "You’re a disgusting perverted creep that gets off from MY underwear!" Your glare becomes more hateful as you force shout. "And you think cooking breakfast and pretending nothing happened will make it go away?"

The entire house was quiet, save for your heavy breathing wafting through his ears after you poured your heart out. It was unnerving the way Yuuta was unresponsive despite you manhandling him, his eyes darkening with each passing moment and his aura changing into a more sinister one. You tried to stand your ground, yelling at him to fucking talk to you, despite your mind screaming back that he has an ulterior motive.

He took out his phone and unlocked it, turning the phone around to reveal the thumbnail of a video; it was you sitting on your bed, wearing only Yuuta's dress shirts and holding something in your hand -horror settling in your bones once you realize that it was your bullet vibrator.

Your eyes widened as you took the phone from his hand and pressed play, your voice chanting Yuuta's name repeatedly and how you wished it was him making you feel good. Embarrassment and fear flooded your face as you watched yourself masturbate in Yuuta's shirt, a shirt you lied that you hadn't seen in the laundry when he asked you. That shirt smelt so much like him and you, as usual, couldn't resist just leaving it there without using it for just a session or two before returning it back.

'Yuuta's intelligent, but not that smart, he isn't gonna think I'm with it anyways' You always told yourself. God, you were so so wrong.

Your eyes slowly trailed back up to the unamused expression of Okkotsu Yuuta, staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. Shaking, you put the phone aside and hung your head in shame.

Your hypocrisy has finally caught up to you.

"We're both depraved and disgusting perverts." You murmured, covering your face with your hands at the utter humiliation you had just witnessed. At this point, you’re sure you should just move out and never speak to him again. "You've known about this for a while, haven't you?"

Yuuta is silent, making your heartbeat in your chest as your thoughts flew in your head. While both of you were gross perverts, Yuuta was the only one who had evidence while you had nothing to pin on him. Normally, you would assume that he would never be the kind of guy to blackmail you, but what other reason would he have done it other than to have you cornered.

And if you tried to tell anyone, who are they going to believe? The school’s darling who happens to be on the dean’s list who has video evidence of you masturbating to his shirt or you?

You hate the answer in your head.

Taking his silence as an avenue, you decided to try and negotiate with him. Even perverts had some sort of humanity left in them, and if he had kept that video secret for so long, it meant there was truly something Okkotsu wanted from you. “Alright Yuuta. You win.” You sighed, not bothering to look at him as you started negotiating “Can we discuss this at least? I know you’re holding evidence of me doing…” it leaves a sour taste in your mouth when confronted with the fact you’ve just been caught, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Not when your fate is out of your hands. “... Just before we do irreparable damage at least.”

You’re met with another wave of silence as Yuuta gives you a once over and for a second your heart drops when you assume he might not give you a chance.

“Of course we can...” Yuuta, ever merciful, finally replied. “.. discuss this like adults. Let’s go upstairs and talk about it? My room is very private.”

If you weren’t so desperate to get that video out of his possession, you would have seen where this was going. But alas, his innocent and rational sounding voice lured you into a false sense of security and you nodded in agreement.

  THIS was not the idea of discussing it as adults you had in mind.

Moans of pleasure escaped your lips as Yuuta took a long sniff of your panties before darting out his tongue to lick your soaking wet crotch through it. His lips began peppering kisses and sucking every inch of your clothed crotch. “I’ve waited for this moment,” he hums in between kisses and licks, sending waves of pleasure down your spine.

His hands dug hard into your thighs, nail crescents imprinting on your skin as he greedily licked and teased you from the barrier, his cock twitching painfully from the scent, the taste and the moans escaping from your lips. For a moment, you thought that he was suffocating when he paused and you worried that maybe agreeing to sit on his face was a bad idea - after all, you've never done this before, until you felt long fingers shifting your panties aside and his tongue inside your wet cunt.

"Relax" was all he said when you yelped and jumped, strong veiny hands gripping on your thighs tightly before rocking your hips against his face with much vigor. You didn't know when moans of "please Yuuta, don't stop" escaped your lips or when your hips began to move according to his rhythm as well, desperate for pleasure. Your eyes rolled back when he decided to even be a bigger menace and circle your clit lazily with his thumb, picking up the pace seconds after he started. It was worth hearing your voice crack and only breathy moans escaping your lips, sending it right down to his leaking cock.

He's never been this hard before or this excited, you taste amazing on his tongue and you're even rocking his face like there's no tomorrow.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Yuuta-" you managed to cry out. "Are you okay with that?" You ask in between pants while riding his face. Even in your euphoria, you were worried that suddenly cumming all over his face would completely ruin the mood for him and that'll be the end of whatever you two were about to have before it even began. "Yuuta can you hear me? Are you sure you want me to cum in your … you know-"

"That's the whole point, fuck!" he muffled, rocking you faster to bring you closer to your orgasm, smiling a bit when you gasped in shock at the new rhythm before matching his movements. You swear he was enjoying this way more than you were, his voice slightly breaking. "Hurry up and do it babe, let me taste you, please-"

Without fail, the new pace brought you to the edge much quicker. Your head was spinning with all the sensation of pleasure filling up your body, from your toes to your head until the coil snapped. Relief washed over you as you rode out your orgasm while just repeating "thank you, Yuuta, thank you thank you, thank you …" over and over again until you stopped, legs trembling. You attempted to slip off Yuuta's body when you felt two hands grip your thighs tight to hold you in place.

"Yuuta?" You asked in confusion as his nails dug in deeper. Wasn’t this a two way transaction that the both of you would be done and over with so that you could pack your bags. "What are you doing? Aren't we done? I've already cum, it's your turn-"

You could hear him laugh between your thighs, the vibration causing aftershocks to your core. From your thighs, he made eye contact with you briefly as he spoke. "Who told you we're done?" His voice was strained, making your blood drain from your head.

"Huh? But you're- AH WAIT YUUTA I'M NOT… TOO SENSITIVE-"

Your cries fell on deaf ears as he began sucking on your clit and inching his fore and middle finger into your wet cunt till they hit the right spot. Before you know what's happening, your body is spasming as he fingers your cunt and sucks on your clit expertly, making the loudest, slurping and squelching noises. You're humping him desperately, your breathy moans indicating another high, nearly driving him mad with how hot you looked above him.

It was perfect.

A sweet face, tired eyes and a soft voice, who wouldn't think that he was such a pure, simple person?

He used to take offense whenever Maki always said that he could commit murder and get away with it because of how pathetic he looks, but as your panties had gone missing from your hamper and you didn't even think of accusing Yuuta, neither did you know that he knew it was you who stole twelve of his shirts and returned them, he realized that whatever charm he had was a blessing in disguise.

To you, he was none the wiser. You were so confident in your ability to pretend you weren’t even slightly interested in him that he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

But Yuuta always knew. He was always observant, keeping hidden cameras to watch you when his shirts were suspiciously disappearing and reappearing until his simple surveillance turned into a dirty little habit of jerking off to your performances and justifying his actions with you starting it first.

Maybe having such a pathetic face wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"That's it pretty girl, make a mess all over my face.”

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[yosukeburger]

P5X New Character Info

All the character info are shown on the live. Everything is presented under the cut.

Yui Bui (CV: Chika Anzai) Persona: Aspdueds A mysterious girl the protagonist meets in the virtual world. Obsessed with acquiring large amounts of land, the two decided to grow crops on the land at the suggestion of the protagonist. She has an innocent and innocent personality, and occasionally reveals her confused side. She is an Electric teammate.

Hina/Akina/Haruna Nishimori Riddle (CV: Yui Ogura) Persona: Daeira A 10-year-old childrens clothing model was selected as a model for an advertising agency because of the cute and delicate appearance. Cheerful, with strong curiosity, she walks follows adults and asks questions. When she doesn’t get the answer she wants, she will act like a spoiled brat… It’s so overwhelming! She is a Psy teammate.

Toshiya Sumi Sepia (CV: Junya Enoki) Persona: Gorgyra An unemployment young man who often hangs out at the fishing grounds and is known as the “fishing immortal”. There was a glorious record of catching the fish king without a fishhook. Although he is not very old, he has his own unique logic of understanding emotions and life, and his words are often astonishing. He is a curse teammate.

Miyu Sahara Puppet (CV: Kana Ichinose) Persona: Nemertes A girl in the first year of high school, the daughter of a member of the local House of Representatives. The appearance looks docile and polite, but in fact, she has her own opinions. Because she violated her parents' ardent expectations in future planning, she ran away from home and was determined to support herself with both hands. She is a navigator.

[aloneatpeace]

𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳

THE LAST ONE EVER '5'

When the sun rises jungkook and jimin was the first one to wake everyone claiming that they need be present when the maze opens up. Jimin had his medical kit with him.

They all wait anxiously for Namjoon, Hoseok and you to come back to the glade yoongi and seokjin didn’t have the heart to say it was pointless to wait for them.

When they see no sign of life the hopes fade from their eyes jungkook and jimin face falls “I told you guys they’re not coming back” taehyung said to them.

Yoongi sighs and starts walk away while seokjin gives them a sad smile jungkook and jimin look at each other in sadness as taehyung come up them patting them on shoulders “it will be alright guys”

Zart who waiting for taehyung to do the garden work look back and something else caught his eyes walking back “no way’

At his exclamation the three looks to the maze to see Hoseok and you carrying Namjoon and making your way into the glade.

“yeah” jungkook yells when he sees them with a wide smile one by one all boys come up to see you and Hoseok with a still unconscious Namjoon on your shoulders. Jungkook jimin and taehyung jump around in happiness.

Yoongi curse under his breath a surprised look on face as taken the boys around them cheers, yoongi making to the front hands out with seokjin beside him.

Yoongi and seokjin helps you and Hoseok to lay down Namjoon on the ground you kneel as well panting, the boys shoot questions about how you made it out of the maze alive Jimin check the wound on Namjoon.

“You saw a griever?” jungkook asks as he kneel beside you

You glance at him still panting remembering the creature “yeah, I saw one.”

Hoseok shakes his head looking at you “she didn’t just see it. she killed it” he said making everyone look at you in astonishment.

Seokjin eyes goes wide a gasp leaving his mouth looking at you then back to the maze couple of times, yoongi mouth is wide open at his statement jungkook shook taehyung next him hands vigorously shaking the male you became a statue.

you sat silently on your seat at the meeting hut, the boys also sit at there given space while yoongi and seokjin and taehyung, Hoseok and zart stands, jimin is with Namjoon taking care of him treating his wounds as much as they can.

“Things are changing. Theirs no denying that, first ben gets stung in broad daylight and then Namjoon and now our greenie, here, has taken it upon himself to go into the maze” gally said turning to you “which is a clear violation of our rules here” he continuing glancing at yoongi who lazily lean against the pole.

“Yeah…but she saved Namjoon’s life” seokjin said

 Gally raise his eyebrows “did she?” he turn to yoongi who tilted his head eyes focused on gally as he speaks “for 3 years, we have coexisted with these things.” He turns to point at you “now you’ve killed one of them. Who knows what that’s could mean for us”

“What do you suggest we do?” yoongi speak up finally

Gally shrugs “she has to be punished”

You throw your head back with a sigh and some of the boys starts to protesting as jungkook yells “she killed a griever! Come on.”

Yoongi turns to Hoseok “Hoseok you were there with her. What do you think?”

You glance at him as everyone does “I think in all the time we’ve been here no one has ever killed a griever before. “He pauses and turns to you “when I turned tail and ran, she stayed behind to help Namjoon.”

He turns to the boys “Look, I don’t know if she’s brave or stupid” you take offence of his word and yoongi and seokjin sees how your face twist at that a grin appear in yoongi face as seokjin inside melts.

Jungkook and taehyung smile softly all thinking one thing ‘cute’, all of them just wants squeeze your cheeks.

“But whatever it is, we need more of it.” Hoseok said more loudly when he sees them watch you making them turn to as Hoseok eyes narrow at them.  “I say we make her runner.”

You look up from the ground at Hoseok in disbelief as boys chatter around you grow, yoongi grin is now full-on display as seokjin disagree mainly because he didn’t want you get hurt. “Hoseok let’s not jump the gun, here.”

Jungkook cheer for urging taehyung to do so but he disagrees on the same boat as seokjin.

“If you want to throw the newbie a parade, that’s fine. Go ahead.” Gally yell making everyone shut up. “But if there is one thing, I know about the maze it is that you do not…...” his words are cut off by the sound of alarm.

Everyone turns walks out and go towards the box, gally and yoongi goes ahead as you Hoseok and jungkook and taehyung behind.

“Wait. I know that’s sound” you said

“The box. Its coming up.” Taehyung answers

“It shouldn’t be” hoseok adds as he too run to catch up

Yoongi and gally reach first and as the box come up, yoongi open the box and jump inside by that time everyone gathers around.

Seokjin takes out his pen and pad ready to create his list of things that came up now “yoongi what do you see?”

“it’s just a greenie” yoongi said looking out

You move and stand beside seokjin to see with Hoseok taehyung and jungkook behind you

“I think he’s dead.” Yoongi adds 

“what’s in her hand?” gally asks

Yoongi crouch down and take the note and open it reading it out loud “‘he’s the last one ever’ what the hell does that mean?” he looks up with a frown the greenie suddenly wakes up with a gasp making everyone stumble back Hoseok and seokjin steady you.

The greenies eyes find you “y/n” he whispers making your eye widen as everyone turn to look at you and the greenie close his eyes panting.

You look around like lost puppy feeling all the eyes on you.

Gally glare at you “Do you still think I’m overreacting?” he asks the boys 

With yoongi and hoseok you walk into med hut where Namjoon is with jimin and jungkook. Namjoon was panting and grunting his hands and legs tied to the makeshift bed and the new greenie sleeping.

“Jimin, what’s going on?” yoongi questions “what’s the matter with him? Why won’t he wake up”

Jimin sigh “I don’t know, maybe because of the exhaustion there is nothing else I can do”

Hoseok turns to you “do you recognize him?’

You shake your head “no”

Yoongi hums “really? Because she seems to recognize you.” He said with edge that you couldn’t understand what for.

Jimin frown looking at the unconscious male to you “what about the note?” you ask

“We will worry about that later”

Hands on your hip in worry you glance at yoongi “I think you should worry about that now”

“we’ve got enough to deal with the moment “

“She is right yoongi, if the box isn’t coming back up, how long do think we can last?” seokjin said as he coming inside making everyone turns to him.

“No one said that. Let’s not jump to any conclusion.” Hoseok softly said seeing Jin panicked face he turns to the new greenie “we’ll just wait until she wakes up and see what he knows.”

“Somebody has gotta have some answers around here” yoongi adds.

That’s make you remember the griever that last you encountered “yeah” you hastily walk outside making them turns to you.

“Where are you going?” jimin asks

“Back into the maze”

Hoseok glance at yoongi before following you seokjin following with wide eyes yelling “hey”

You slow down for them to catch up hoseok walk stop Infront of “what is this with you, huh?”

“A death wish “Jin asks “that’s what she have. You just got out and now you want back in?”

“Yoongi said that no one has ever seen a griever. And live to talk about it right? Hoseok now we have one.” Hoseok looks away sighing you alter your focus between him and seokjin “and none of you’re not even a little bit curious?”

Seokjin shakes his head “I’m good” 

“Yeah no. not really”

Throwing your head back with groan you walk away only for them to block you “so, what’s the plan? You’re gonna go out and dissect the thing all by yourself?”

“As gross as it is. I will if I have to. Have the others runners left yet?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes “the other runners quite this morning. After Namjoon got stung, they’re not in any hurry to get back out there.”

Seokjin turns to you “why are you?”

Crossing your arm, you held his stare “I think it’s time we find out what we’re really up against.”

Hoseok watches you and Jin stare at each pother and seems like you’re not backing down anytime soon “Alright” he said making you turns to him with small smile “but you’re not going back out there alone.”

Seokjin sigh “we will meet in the woods in half an hour” he declares making you to frown in confusion “what don’t even think I’m letting you out there you two alone, especially you missy” he said while glancing at you.

You were waiting for hoseok the minute he said that as you had nothing else to do the sound of footsteps make stand straight.

To your surprise it wasn’t just hoseok and Jin, along with him was jimin, taehyung and zart.

Jimin huff when he sees you confused look on your face at their presence “be glad we put jungkook to watch over Namjoon with clint”

“Okey lets go” you nod and with that you and hoseok lead them inside the maze where you had killed the griever.

You all slow down when you reach there, taehyung take a closer look while jimin stand close to seokjin who is beside you.

“That is disgusting” zart said while looking at it.

“There is something in there” taehyung said making you walk closer Jin and jimin also follow you in sync

“You mean, besides a griever pancake?” Jin asks with a nervous laughter

You glance at hoseok and he nod at you before walking towards the griever he pushes away taehyung. “What are you doing?” he asks

Hoseok glance back at him before moving to grab inside the gap you wall watch anxiously as he pushes his hands inside again but suddenly the griever move making everyone startled. you and taehyung grab hoseok by his shirt while jimin and Jin let out shriek clinging into each other.

You and taehyung hold onto hoseok while panting seeing it doesn’t move anymore you all sigh in relief. Jimin push away Jin and cling into you making Jin narrow his eyes at him. You were busy to notice he was faking it and pat on his back on hand still wrap around hoseok.

Seokjin pinch jimin by his ear making him release you.

“I thought you said it was dead.” Taehyung said standing straight.

“Was it a reflex?” zart ask

“You hope it is” jimin said caressing his ear 

You nod walking towards the griever “okey, come on. Let’s try and pull it out.” You said garbing the leg of the griever, hoseok follow then taehyung and zart.

Jimin goes to grab your waist to help you pull out the griever but seokjin again garb him by his ear “not her you idiot”

You turn “guys a little help here” seokjin give you small smile before coming beside you.

Jimin stand beside seokjin “you’re evil” he whispers.

“On three. One tow. Three!” you all pull it with your might and leg come out making you fall to the ground.   

You stand up quickly dusting off with hoseok and lend a hand to Jin “Are you okey, Jin?”

“Yeah. I’m alright flower” you pinch your eyebrows together at the nickname that he didn’t even acknowledge.

Beside Jin Jimin’s eye widen, hoseok and taehyung give him side eye while zart remain unbothered. Hoseok walks towards the griever and pick up the organ that had the small red-light blinking.

He pulls out the thing out of the organ making you all groan in disgust at the gooey slim “what the hell is that?” your eyes narrowed at the device in hoseok arms.

Hoseok observes the device with keen eyes as tried come up with the answer he realizes the word that is written on it was familiar to him, and the number. “interesting”.

Jimin who had his hands clasped on yours shake his head “whatever it is can we take this up back to the glade?”

Seokjin also nods “yeah, we should leave, I don’t want to meet this guy’s friends.”

“He’s right. It’s getting late. Come on.” Hoseok said scurried towards taking the lead to guide everyone out of the maze.

 Jimin and taehyung along with zart had gone do their job while You seokjin and hoseok meet up at the council hall with the others giving the device to yoongi “we found this, it was inside the griever”

Yoongi glance up to you “these are the same letters we get in our supplies.”

“Yeah. Whover put us here obviously made the grievers” you glance around the circle “this is the first real clue, the first anything, you’ve found in over 3 years. Right hoseok”?”

Hoseok glance at you then to yoongi before nodding “right”

“Yoongi, we have to go out there, who knows where this might lead us.” You made steady eye contact with him hoping he would agree heart racing.

Gally stands beside yoongi with his arms crossed his eyes narrowed at yoongi stoic face “you see what she’s trying to do, right? First, she breaks the rules and then he tries to convince us to abandon them totally. The rules are the only thing that have ever held us together. Why are we now questioning that?”

Your eyelids dropped sighing through your nose at his words why can’t he just shut up at least give you a chance.

“If Namjoon was here, you know he’d agree with me” gally continue yoongi’s clenched jaw at mention of his friend didn’t go unnoticed nor was hoseok and jinn’s slouched posture.  “She needs to be punished” he ends his statement.

Your eyes fixed on yoongi lips parted anxiously as you wait for what is his statement yoongi give the device to hoseok. “you’re right. She broke the rules. One night in the pit, and no food.” He proclaimed his chin held high.

Beside him gally throws his hands up in the air “come on, yoongi! One night in the pit? Do you think that’s gonna stop him from going into the maze?”

Hoseok hides his smirk looking down as he already knows what’s going to be coming next, while you hung your head slumping your shoulders already wants the conversation to be ended not even minding Jin soothing hands running up down on your back letting it ground you.

“No. and we can’t have non-runners running into the maze whenever they feel like it. so let just make it official.” The assertiveness in his voice made you look up to see his eyes pinned on you “starting from tomorrow you’re a runner.”

You stare at him in disbelief chest wells up with you turns to hoseok he gives you blinding smile, while gally seethes and walk out of the halls.

“Thanks, yoongi” yoongi turns to you hearing the soft voice, standing few feet’s away from him, eyes sparkling with gratitude and.

You and hoseok was walking towards somewhere deep in the woods, the latter wanted to show you something, where? Hoseok didn’t answer that question telling you will see after walking for some time you both reach a hut.

Hoseok walks inside first as you look around the hut that had maps and writing that clearly made by him was the first thing you noticed.

Hoseok takes the sheet off of the replica of maze that he had created making you shift your attention to it, hoseok lean forward gripping the edge as he watch you take in his work. “it’s the maze. All of it.”

“What do you mean all of it?  I thought you were still mapping it.”

“There is nothing left to map. I run every inch of it myself. Every cycle, every pattern. If there was way out, we would have found it by now.?”

‘Why haven’t you told anyone this?” you inquire starring off at the replica, hoseok sigh walking towards you.

“It was Namjoon’s call. People needed to believe we had a chance of getting out. But maybe now…we have a real chance” he adds giving you the device, you put it beside you as hoseok lean down next to you.

“About a year ago, we started exploring these outer sections. We found these numbers printed on the walls. Sections 1 through 8. See, the way it works, is every night, when the maze changes it opens up a new section. So today section 6 was open. Tomorrow it will be 4 the 8 then 3 the pattern always stays the same.” He reasoned while pointing out each section.

You glance at the glowing 7 on the device “what so special about seven?”

Hoseok walks around you towards the other side “I don’t know but, the last night, when you killed the griever. Section seven was open; I think it must be where it comes from. “He said while looking at the stone marked seven, he glances up to you see you observe it and somehow while looking at you his gaze fall down to your chest that was showing as you lean down making him gulp and avert his eyes quickly but not before lingering for a few seconds that he didn’t hear you talking to him.

“…. Checking out right?”

Hoseok eyes widen heat rushing to his face looking away from you stammering “what? Never!”

Brows furrowed you stand straight “how are we going to find if we didn’t check out that section?”

“Oh…. oh. yeah, totally tomorrow you and I will take a closer look at the place” he announced internally dancing around in relief he wasn’t caught the act. He shouldn’t have bad hoseok bad Hoseok, he scolds himself.  “Come on let’s go back to the glade”

You throw him a last suspicious glance before aggreging.

Seokjin went straight to the kitchen to make something for jimin and yoongi knowing that they most likely didn’t eat anything and was with Namjoon, unless there was nothing important.

He didn’t expect to see jungkook sitting alone on the kitchen crying, he walks towards him with sad smile “Hey, how are you felling?”

Jungkook look up to see jin standing Infront of him and hastily wipe his tears away, jin sat down next him “you don’t have to hide, it is okey to cry jungkook” he lightly places his hand on his shoulders.

Jungkook stay silent his shoulders hunched hands shaking “what….is …going…to happen. To Namjoon?”

Jin pauses his throat tighten; he glances at the male who still doesn’t look up at him “jungkook…you know...”

“I don’t want to…send him the maze” his quite voice cuts of jin, head shooting up to meet jin’s eyes he clenching his fist.

He doesn’t know what to tell him neither does he disagree with his notion because jin also doesn’t want to send Namjoon to the maze because he their friend even he doesn’t know when he changes, how the stung change him, making insane it still Namjoon to him, to them; their clumsy yet fierce leader, a gentle giant.

Sighing jin stand up “come on help me with drinks, will you”

Yoongi sat down on the med jack hut with jimin watching Namjoon groan and squirm around tugging on the restrain that keeping him from attacking them.

Jimin knows, everybody knows that they can’t save him and yoongi needs to do what’s right for sake of every Gladers safety. Seokjin enters the hut with jungkook carrying two mugs seokjin sigh seeing jimin and yoongi fallen face as they stare at Namjoon.

“Herre, drink this at least” he hands them mug, jimin take it from with a half-smile while yoongi shake his head decline making Jin frown at the male. 

Jungkook slowly walks towards Namjoon, his eyes red from crying. He knows he is not the only one with heavy heart, his inside twist uncomfortably seeing Namjoon squirm around the bed dark vine flaring up on his skin.

“Jungkook” yoongi calls him gesturing him come sit beside him, he drags his feet towards yoongi sitting down.

They sit silently not having the will to exchanges words, a groan along with your name echoes the hut making everyone turn to jimin who stands with wide eyes.

“That’s not me” he yells seeing their accusing eyes pinned on him, again the whisper of your name faintly heard by them.

With furrowed brows jimin turns to see the new greenie shift in the bed making him frown the others stands up circle the new greenie.

Jimin narrows his eyes at the unconscious greenie when he murmurs you name again jimin kick him without a thought as if his leg had it own brain and voluntarily kicked the greenie making him jolted awake.

Series of disapproval sounds protest among the boys while the new greenie frantically look around him with fogey eyes. “What…what happened? Where am I?” the greenie stands up.

Yoongi glance at jin singles him to take over as he had no energy to talk to the greenie nor was, he interested in doing so.

“Hi, my name is seokjin. I know you’re probably confused and afraid. I need you to listen to me carefully you can ask question later” jin stated with unblinking eyes at the greenie who nod at him, throwing a nervous glance at boys that with finally landing his eyes Namjoon who was grunting moaning in pain. 

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[gilbirda]

Idea.

Jazz, Danny, and Dani are in Gotham for a spell after OSHA shutdown FentonWorks for Worksafe Violations, and the Fenton adults are detained for questioning. The Trio are in Gotham because Sam put them up up in a place owned by her parents for unspecified purposes, while in Gotham the trio attract attention. Batkid Attention.

Cass discovers that the redheaded curse hits Batgirl's just as hard as it does Robin's, Tim and Stephanie find themselves drawn to the Wayne Poster child for Adoption, and Damien meets Dani.

Cass × Jazz, Tim × Stephanie × Danny, & Damien × Dani

Ohhhhhh

They just can't catch a break, huh?

Could be funny if their relationships develop on the down low and then all three are like "fam, meet my new partner" and the siblings are like Spiderman Pointing meme.

Some notes for this one:

Jazz and Cass meet at the gym and Cass offers to help Jazz with her training, adding some extra stuff that is Bat-specific technique just to push her new gym buddy to her limits and of course Jazz, the over achiever, impresses her. Cute.

Tim and Stephanie are on a date and literally crash on this guy wearing the rattiest hoodie, smelling like coffee and looking like death, and both look at each other and say "dibs".

Damian finds that Dani doesnt care about social norms and for once he can breath easily. He doesn't have to "try harder", he doesn't have to "make an effort to fit in". If he says something his classmates would say it's weird, Dani just laughs and pinch his cheeks.

[snaillock]

i’m sorry but my mind has been rotted with steamer! rin, hiori, and nagi ideas recently

like imagine them collaborating and steaming shit like dbd with each other all the time

i can imagine hiori having the prettiest most aesthetically pleasing layout out of the three but when he gets mad and opens his mouth, oh baby does he get vileeeee. it’s hilarious to watch him switch from sweetly talking to his chat then cursing out some teammate he randomly matched all within a span of one minute.

i feel like rin would have the most generic layout from a free template he got off of google images. he’s pretty much what you would expect from an emotionally repressed 16 year old male streamer: the most vile yet weirdly childish insults you’ll ever hear in a span of five minutes while borderline violating tos and his fans constantly defending him because “he’s just a minor who doesn’t know better🥺” (oh he knows honey he knows…)

nagi wouldn’t even gaf. if we’re lucky he would maybe just maybe have his webcam in the left hand corner with absolutely nothing else (moistcritical ass layout) even then his face would just be his classic neutral :x all the damn time no matter what happens

on their own, i feel like hiori and nagi would just stick to typical fps games (with hiori leaning towards the gorier ones ofc. i mean he gotta release his parental frustrations somehow). meanwhile rin would honestly stream any type of horror from triple a games to a free indie rpgmaker game he found on some random kinda sketchy looking website. he would gain such a loyal niche audience from that

hiori would hire a really good editor to edit and upload his streams to his youtube channel. he would most likely gain a whole separate youtube audience from that. prob has some youtube exclusive stuff as well.

nagi would just upload the whole damn archived stream to youtube, that is if he actually remembered to save the vods and not permanently lose the stream. he doesn’t even care that the uploading takes forever he still can’t be bothered with cutting down the video. (thank god twitch has a feature for viewers to cut out their clips from a stream cause lord knows nagi wouldn’t have done it)

rin would actually edit the clips all by hand, mainly bc he could only trust himself to edit them the way he wants. he can only spend a little time editing tho since he has a pretty busy schedule irl

i can imagine hiori being the most popular one out of the three with how much effort he would put into stuff like self promotion, connecting with his audience, plus him just having an overall nice and likable personality, etc. (also the sight of him and his cute face raging would be pretty fucking funny for his audience to watch)

rin would be the second most popular since he does put plenty of work into making his content at least decent since this is something he does in his free time. plus his channel name would be on twitter trending every now and then because of some iffy ass take he said on stream

nagi would be the least watched out of all of them since despite being pretty damn good at games, he would be pretty boring to watch tbh. he wouldn’t put much time into the self promoting part of it either. that is until he meets reo. when reo finds out about his little streamer side gig, he would totally have him put more effort into it, even if it’s small things like actually announcing stream times since that’s all nagi is willing to do. he kinda becomes nagis de facto manager. before then he just piggybacked on rin’s and hioris clout whenever the trio collabs together

an: ok so i’m gonna stop this post here since i have so many more ideas i want to vomit out but i don’t want this post to be too long so part two coming out shortly.

[felixantares]

Snippet Sunday

This is by far one of the most ridiculous ideas I’ve ever had, but it was brought up again earlier today and I have no plans of finishing this one shot, so I’m dumping what I have and calling it a day lmao the premise was post-war drarry, draco gets a muggle job but the only place he can find that will hire him is this ridiculous cat cafe and harry is on a terrible date with a girl who wants to go in and see the cats. harry and draco meet again after 3 years and crack ensues

*

The bell above the door jingled and the sound of obnoxious laughter faded as the last of the morning rush cleared out, leaving Draco alone behind the counter for the first time since eight that morning. He tidied up the visiting area, clearing empty cups and picking up discarded toys — was it really so hard to clean up after themselves — all the while dodging the cats that ran up meowing for attention, as if they didn’t spend all day being pet already.

Clean up done, his eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall and he nearly screamed when it only read half past eleven. The day would never end.

He poked his head into the kitchen where Beth was leaning against a freshly cleaned stainless steel counter, scrolling through her phone as the ovens whirled away, filling the air with the smell of sickly-sweet pastry.

“Can you watch the counter?” he asked. “I’m going out for a fag before I snap and stab the next person who laughs at the new uniform.”

She shrugged without looking up, which he took as an enthusiastic yes, so he grabbed his coat and hurried out the back door. He ripped the offending uniform from his head as soon as he was clear of the café.

Their manager had decided that the uniform needed an ‘upgrade’ (which Draco had learned usually meant making things worse) so now in addition to the pink and white lace apron, the uniform also included a pair of fuzzy white cat ears on a headband. He’d protested both heavily, but their manager was an unusually sadistic woman who clearly enjoyed his suffering and had only laughed at him.

“They’re supposed to be ridiculous. You sell sparkly cupcakes and pillows shaped like cats to people who only come in looking to pet the cats. These are cute and will bring in more customers!” she had said.

Yeah, more customers looking to snap photos and laugh at the grown man wearing cat ears, he thought.

The cold bit at his fingers as he fumbled for his lighter and he cursed as it fell out of his hands. He should’ve followed his mother’s example and moved somewhere warm, instead of refusing to leave London — only cowards ran, and he was done being a coward.

It was a stupid sentiment, in retrospect, but he’d said those words to his mother when she’d brought up the idea and now his pride refused to let him back down.

Pride that the fuzzy ears were quickly eroding.

The lighter was broken, he discovered. It refused to make so much as a spark, and he really did scream then, grinding the useless hunk of plastic under the heel of his boot. Five years without magic had seemed like a small price to pay for his crimes at the time, but when he couldn’t even light a fucking cigarette without fear of violating parole, he really questioned the fairness of it.

He stomped back inside, shoving the stupid ears back on his head. Beth didn’t bother looking up as she headed past him back into the sanctuary of the kitchen. He envied her job far from the public eye but his last attempt at baking told him he was far better off out front.

From behind him, a raspy mrow made him jump. Sitting on the counter was a massive orange and white cat.

He glared at it. “Marmaduke, you know you’re not supposed to be on the counter.”

The cat stared back at him, unmoving.

He sighed and resigned himself to the company. Any attempts to move the orange beast would be met with claws, as he’d learned his first week there. A year later and the infernal thing still hadn’t been adopted and was meaner than ever.

A glance at the clock told him it was only quarter to twelve. He slumped over the counter next to Marmaduke, face pressed to the cool wood as he contemplated just turning in his apron and walking out. A patch of something sticky glued to his skin to the counter and he grimaced but couldn’t muster the energy to move. He’d quit tomorrow, he told himself.

The bell above the door jingled and with great effort he peeled himself off the counter.

He couldn’t force any enthusiasm to his voice as he gave the café’s scripted greeting, “Hi, welcome to Feline Sweet where our treats are as sweet as the kittens. What can I get for you today?”

He kept his eyes on the till; the idea of eye contact was exhausting. The only things he was vaguely aware of were faded denim jeans, dark skin, and tattoo covered hands, but that was enough to make his heart rate pick up — definitely not their normal clientele but definitely his type. There was someone else just beside the mystery guy, in black tights and a pale pink dress that seemed much more in line with their regular crowd.

There was an extended pause and he thought maybe they needed a minute to study the menu.

“Malfoy?” the tattooed man choked out.

This wasn’t happening. He knew that voice; he’d heard it almost every day for 7 years — but he forced his eyes up anyway.

That’s not fair, was his first thought. Potter had gone and gotten hot. Long curls pulled back in a messy bun, day old stubble that somehow looked intentional rather than sloppy, and Draco thought he could see dark lines of ink curling up from under his shirt collar.

They were staring at each other and Draco realised what he must look like — dark circles under his eyes, coffee stains on his shirt sleeves, and ridiculous fuzzy ears — the bloody cat ears. Heat spread across his face. Harry fucking Potter was standing in front of him looking like he’d walked off the pages of GQ, and he was wearing cat ears and a pink apron.

It was probably a good thing he didn’t have his wand, he thought. He’d have apparated himself to the bottom of the channel and let himself drown.

[gojonanami]

Also, I just saw your new "Other Lives Fic" idea for Gojo! I'm super excited for that in the future! That got me thinking! Haha i get hugeee brainrot sometimes > "and you are together in every life — one way or another — but in this life, you part, as you watch him fall to Sukuna."

Imagine if Kenjaku ends up taking Gojo's body, and as Yuta is busy holding off Sukuna, you (the only other Special grade sorcerer still alive) are now the only one who can fight Kenjaku and stop him, the imposter parading around your husband's body like a puppet. You swallow, biting back tears as you stood in front of the love of your life. Your heart had split in half as he did during his fight with Sukuna. And now, the universe is set to grind those pieces of your heart into dust, as you're forced to be the one to end your husband the second time.

And shortly after you step onto the battlefield to challenge him, Kenjaku's attacks start to go off aim. Kenjaku is confused. How is this body defying him? Then, Kenjaku thinks back to how his body had defied him once before, back when he was still Suguru Geto. And then he hears a little voice inside his head.

"This is my wife. You will not hurt her."

And a moment later, your hands land on Satoru's beautiful face, almost as if in a caress. And the next moment, you had decapitated him. You sensed it. Your cursed technique had finished Kenjaku for good now. All that's left is Satoru, as he grew colder and colder in your hands. Your eyes find your husband's beautiful blue ones, glazing over as they started to close. He smiles at you, and you see his lips move for the final time. "See you in the next life." Ok ok and then imagine if they're reborn as university students right after.

Rich boi Satoru had a couple gfs before, but broke up with all of them (he sighs to his best friend Suguru! "Maybe i'm not meant to settle down!"). And then when he sees you for the first time in university, he thinks you're beautiful. but why does he feel like he has met you before, when he has never even seen you before??? 

(sometimes memories of past lives slip into his dreams, but his dreams are just that, right? dreams. not reality. but they really do seem quite vivid sometimes. how strange.) You get assigned to be his partner in a course that you're taking together, and you meet him too. and you think, why is there a tightness in your chest? why do you feel sad when you look at him, like you miss him?

You're so confused! You're gonna avoid him from now on! You don't understand why he makes your insides feel all squiggly and a little sad!

because you were forced to kill him in your previous life

but Satoru wants to get to know you better! he's super impressed by your intelligence and you're so pretty! he keeps trying to approach you and ask you out!

Suguru is surprised! Satoru has never approached a girl himself before. all Satoru's previous gfs were the ones who confessed to him and asked him out. Suguru thinks it's refreshing to see the great gojo being the one doing the chasing now heh. ANYWAYS! SORRY FOR THE LONG MESSAGE! I JUST GET INSANE BRAINROT SOMETIMES, AND YOUR OTHER LIVES FIC IDEA SOUNDS SOOOOO CUTE AND ANGSTY AND SWEET I COULDN'T HELP IT!

omg i love the idea!! i may not use the kenny thing only because i hate the idea of him violating gojo's body along with geto's, but i would love to maybe have reader help collect gojo's body with ui ui and stand with shoko while they deal with what happens next (

but i love the university idea - i love it!!! i def wanna use it omg - it would be so cute to show gojo having those dreams from a young age and not sure if it was true or not and subconsciously he's been searching for you this entire time--

[poetry-protest-pornography]

4 Minutes episode 3 rambles:

Another body? Is this the one Tonkla killed?

My boy is awake

Bed number 4; interesting

You can't just ignore a DNR, doc

I love that Den is like “your patient has a name, asshole”

It's 11:01 again. Except that it's actually 9:36…

The hands on the clock in the classroom are pointing at 4 and 11

"can you forgive me" after "don't forget to treat your wound" 👀. That's not ominous at all.

Love that we're having a romantic comedy interlude while there are multiple murders and an illegal gambling ring and several infidelities happening all around them – and then, the future interrupts

Tyme's little parts and half smile when Great called him phi, hello Phi kink, I see you

Why is Den drawing The Ring?

Just casually setting up playdates for their patients. HIPPA who?

Stopping to play claw machines, while his brother is probably accidentally ordering another murderer. And his friend has amnesia and a concussion because his other friend tried to murder them both. Great doesn't know what genre he's in

Tyme thinks he's in a questionable doctor/patient meet -weird romance (with a side of corporate espionage on the side)

Great thinks he's probably cursed but enjoying a little (maybe possibly) gay awakening while being the family rebel and just trying to graduate college

Meanwhile, everyone around them is committing multiple felonies while they visit the mall food court

I'm retracting the “gay awakening” bit, because Great is very comfortable very quickly

Oh, we're holding hands in the car.

And initiating a kiss

And there's soft sexy times flashbacks happening…

This is fine, I'm not feeling all squirmy over some hand holding

And we're splitting up the plushies so they have matching ones -- the white one for Tyme, because Great is in white, and the black one for Great, because Tyme is in black. I'm fine.

Spy girl slept with enforcer guy? Girl, be careful

Well, Korn has settled into this Mafia boss thing quickly. I hate that.

Episode 3 crime count so far:

Corporate espionage

Criminally cute date

Assault

Attempted murder

Kidnapping

Whatever drugs Tonkla is doing

Offensively bad boyfriending

Police corruption

Whatever ethical violation Cop guy is committing coming to Tonkla like this and flirting

New crime: fucking the police

Good for Tonkla for getting a man that will let him boss him around, he deserves it

Yay for foreplay and lube

Everyone's butt is in this show. Bless.

Oh, hello realism with come on Tonkla's chest, jeeze.

Win wanted that kiss real bad, poor baby

New crime: cute police officer, illegal

Oh. It's 11:02

So

Four minutes is the brain death window, right

And then it was 11:01 right after Tyme and Great spoke for the first time

Now, it's 11:02

Is it a countdown?

Bible's thigh tattoos. Frick.

Korn is such a good brother, and such a bad guy otherwise.

The duality of man.

Can't even be that mad, because Bas is so fucking hot

Though I do think Tonkla should get to beat the shit out of him

Cute date ideas: threaten his brother at knife point

[baylz]

Coffee

IN WHICH: Saiki meets a girl who will do anything for free coffee.

barista!saiki x reader

word count: 752

song to play: coffee by beabadoobee

warnings: fem!reader, swearing, she/her pronouns, crack?

a/n: saiki's thoughts are in pink!!! (future me popping in this was one of my first fics so this is very much corny so sorry in advance)

Kusuo had taken a job at Café Mami because he was saving up for a new game that was coming out. There were many perks to this new job. First, he got a discount off of the coffee jelly he buys. Second, money.

But there were also downsides to this job. Firstly, it was in a popular location so he saw more people his age than adults such as couples, kids from school, and the notorious duo...

"Hey Kusuo!" Nendo beamed. "Hey Saiki!", Kaido said from right behind him.

Riki and Shun...

"How've you been buddy?"

"Please, just order and leave."

"Well that's no way to treat a loyal customer..." Shun pouted and he wanted nothing more than to kick them out.

Saiki sighed, wanting to keep his job, he handed them a menu, "Take this. I'll be over at your table in a few minutes to get your order."

"Aw, look at Saiki caring for his friends." Nendo swooned, the pink haired boy grimanced. "No, you're just hogging up the line."

The two had eventually left to find a table and Saiki was met with the next customer in line. It was Y/n L/n, another classmate of his. He had seen her a time or two conversing with dumb and dumber or Aiura Mikoto. She was also a regular here.

"Hey Ku! Can I get the usual?" He was typing her order, not even bothering to look at the girl infront of him. "Tapioca Soy Latte?" She hummed as confirmation.

"It'll be delivered to your table in just a few minutes."

Kusuo had gotten a few more orders in before another employee took over the cash register, letting him to the rounds and delivering the orders to the tables. Nendo and Kaido were arguing over what to order so he didn't even bother stopping at their table.

The table next to theirs was Y/n's. He took the drink off the tray and placed it in front of her. "That'll be 370 yen." She nodded, rummaging through her purse.

A puzzled expression formed on her face as she continued to look through her belongings. "Fuck, where is that damn thing?" She silently cursed to herself, not finding any money.

Shit, not again. She face palmed and looked back up at him with a defeated expression "So...I maybe a bit short so...will washing dishes get me a discount?"

"How short?" He furrowed his brows, skeptical.

"370 yen short..." She cringed.

This is the second downside to the job Saiki had to deal with: customers who forget to bring money. And in Y/n's case, it was constant. Done with her shit, he took the drink off the table in a flash, "That's unfortunate."

Fuck, plan B! Y/n sprung into action, getting up and taking hold of his wrist before he could walk away.

Time froze for a moment.

Oh...well...this is new

Kusuo was absolutely bewildered by the sudden contact. Like a deer caught in headlights. "How..." She started, hands slowly interlacing with his which caused the table next to theirs to erupt in howls and whistles like fucking animals.

Fucking idiots. Kusuo was calling them everything under the sun in his mind. Even though he was throwing a scowl at the girl violating his personal space, the blood rushing to face was sending an entirely different message!

Cute. She thought, grinning to herself.

What the fuck is happening right now?

She continued, "How about a kiss, hm? What will that get me?" She slightly tilted her head, her voice sweet, and eyes looking up at him innocently. A dangerous combo.

"A restraining order."

She giggled. "That's no fun."

Kusuo wasn't sure if he should respect the dedication or be scared. The correct word would be surprised. More at himself because he wasn't stopping her.

Part of Y/n was secretly enjoying this. Sure, free coffee was great but breaking through his rough exterior was even better. So, she decided to have her fun.

She made use of her other hand, lightly brushing his pink hair behind his ear, "So, how 'bout it, Ku?" their faces inches apart now.

He knew he should step back, unlace their hands, and put distance between them but he was too distracted by how good she smelled, how pretty she actually was, and the warmth of her hands against his. It was...nice.

He would never admit it to her face, of course.

"Ku?"

He relented. "I'll give it to you free of charge if this ends right now." What? His pride was at stake here.

"Deal!" She squealed. Index finger and thumb placed under his chin now, she turned his face to the side, planting a kiss on his cheek as thanks. Whether Saiki's heart skipped a beat or not is none of your business. It did

She gingerly steals her drink back off the tray and goes back to her table. Her smile was bright. She chirply sipped her tapioca soy latte, "I'll leave you a good tip!"

Like hell you will.

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[withahappyrefrain]

Can we get something where Peter is the tech guy who fixes reader’s laptop? sweet or smutty is up to you!

Oh, you mean a chance to write Peter being a flustered, stuttering hot mess? Hell yeah.

You didn't consider yourself a fairly violent person. Sure, you've given drivers the middle finger, but that was just part of living in New York.

But you were ready to violate the Genova Convention right now.

All over a laptop.

For a company that makes millions in research and scientific discoveries, one would think they would give you a laptop that was made within the last four years.

Nope.

"You're gonna have to bring it down to tech services," your supervisor Mark explained.

"I can't just get a new one?" The thing could barely load a Microsoft word document, much less the program you needed to do your job.

Mark shook his head, "Gotta have tech look at it. You're gonna want to speak to Peter Parker."

You sighed, grabbing the wretched thing to make your way down to tech services. Whoever Peter Parker was, you prayed he would be able to offer you some kind of relief from the god-forsake piece of shit you were carrying.

Tech services didn't look all that different from your section of work. You looked at the names posted outside of the cubicles, stopping when you found the one.

Peter Parker.

"Hello?" You poked your head in to find a man writing something down, his face covered by the mop of brown hair on his head.

He looked up, the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes you'd ever seen meeting your's.

Oh.

You didn't expect him to be so....handsome.

"Are you Peter?" You asked, trying not to sound so breathless.

He stared at you, his eyes wide and mouth hanging a bit open. It took everything it had in you not to look away from his intense gaze.

"My uh, my laptop isn't working," You held up the piece of cursed technology, "I was told to go find Peter Parker. Is that you?"

"O-oh! Yes, yes. I-I'm Peter," He stuttered. Oh fuck, he was nervous. He was nervous and cute.

"Can you take a look at my laptop?" You asked, stepping forward.

"A-absolutely! U-uh, just take a seat right here!" He began to frantically move the papers off his desk, making room for you.

You smiled as you sat down, handing him your laptop. You look around his office, noticing several framed pictures. The one that caught your eye was that of the sunset overlooking the Empire State building.

"This is beautiful! Where did you find this print?" You asked, grabbing the picture frame to look at it closer.

"Oh! Um...I-I took it my-myself," He said, brushing the fall hair away from his forehead, "My uh my Aunt got it framed."

"You took this yourself?" You asked, surprised (and also pleased it was his Aunt that gave him the gift, and not a significant other).

He nodded his head, his face turning light pink, "Yeah I uh, you could say I uh dabble in it. Did it a lot more in high school."

"It's amazing. You could be a professional," You smiled at him, the crimson color creeping down to his neck and chest.

"So what seems t-to be the uh problem?" He asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Well....pardon my French, but it's slow as fuck and constantly crashes." Your statement got a laugh out of him, which was how you noticed that the corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed.

You didn't think it was possible for the man to look any cuter.

Peter opened up your laptop and began playing around.

"Yeah this....I mean, I could do a reboot but chances are high it's just gonna start crashing again in a matter of weeks, if we're lucky," He explained.

"So.....can we say it's time to have a funeral for the thing and move on?" You couldn't help but smile as you earned another laugh out of him.

"Well, knowing IT they'll want me to try rebooting it first," Peter saw the pained expression on your face, "But if you can keep it between you and me.....I can just say we already did that when I log it."

"I will buy you dinner if you do that," You practically begged.

"I mean, I prefer to split the meal on the first date," He grinned.

You were taken aback. It wasn't that you objected to the idea. You were just more surprised the guy could get out a sentence smoothly.

"Sorry, t-that was out of-of line. Not not that I would object to going on a date w-with you, I absolutely would not but what you said was just a figure of speech, y-you weren't actually asking me out and I am so so sorry, I shouldn't-"

Perhaps you spoke too soon.

"You like Italian food?" His eyes widened at your question.

"Yeah, why?" For someone in IT, he could be pretty draft. But in a way, it made him more charming.

"Ever been to Bella Donna's? I heard it has great food and makes for a great date spot." Peter tilted his head at you, clearly confused.

"If it's a great date spot, why would you want me...." If he was a cartoon character, a lightbulb would appear over his head. Instead, those huge Bambi-like eyes got even bigger.

"Oh! Oh you....you want to....to-to with me?" You giggled as you nodded your head.

"You're doing me a huge favor by not forcing me to try to work with that piece of shit. Plus, you take amazing pictures and are pretty humble despite being incredibly attractive," You shrugged your shoulders, "Needless to say, I'm intrigued."

"Oh, I uh...." Peter ran his hand through his hair for the fifth time, "You're pretty awesome too. Wow, did I really just say awesome like we were ten? You're more than awesome, I always see you kicking ass at those team meetings whenever I come to check on the computers and-"

"You've been watching me?" You weren't offended or put off by it. In fact, it was kinda cute? This guy could have easily come up to you at any point beforehand and you would not have objected.

"I mean, it-it's hard not to notice you, you're absolutely gorge-"He stopped, realizing what was about to slip out of his mouth, "I'm going to stop talking now."

"When's your lunch break?" You asked, your cheeks nearly hurting from how much he had you smiling.

"Uh I...it's at 11:30," He stuttered.

"Perfect! Mine is at 11. I'll meet you in the coffee shop on the first floor so we can plan our date!" You gathered your stuff as he nodded his head, barely getting out a confirmation to your plans.

The man was not used to flirting. He had great potential, just needed more practice before his date.

And you were more than happy to help him in that department.

[abbynx]

Gotham Edward Nygma with a bubbly lab partner

Genre: Platonic, because I can't pass up an opportunity to give Eddie a good bestie who gives him good influence, headcanons

Warning: Cursing, violence, it is Gotham baby

A/N: So my definition of bubbly maybe borders on being one of those girls (keep in mind, I always writing in gender neutral, this is just how I describe it) who are extremely outgoing, maybe I can hear them talking with a valley girl accent, girly, maybe a bit of a fashionista, always limping their wrist, uttering slangs, unexpectedly smart— I love these type of people.

So this is perhaps a Pre-season 1-season 1 kinda thing and may deviate from the show so ye.

Ed: "What's yours but others use it more? Your name. I-Im Edward Nygma um... Nice to meet you! Mx. L/N..."

- You adopted him, there's no other way of seeing it. Upon meeting with him, then and there you decided to adopt him.

You, internally:

You externally: Nice to meet you too, Eddie :D

- Eddie has a lot to get used to— for example you were extremely chatty person. Admittedly it can be very annoying to him, but he got used to it. Besides, you never did have him a nasty look if he were sharing "stupid riddles and theories" with you, in fact you always encourage him to go off.

- He never realised it before, but being allowed to finish a sentence without being given the stink-eye was refreshing to him! He loves how engaged you are with the conversation and though sometimes you miserably fail at riddles, you still try your best! And he loves how you don't get butthurt when you don't answer his riddles correctly.

- "What has an ear but unable to hear?" Edward waits for you to consider for a moment, his smile widening at the moment your face lit up.

"Hmm... Newborn puppy!" You were particularly proud of your answer, having been quicker than usual to come up with an answer.

"The answer was ear of a corn, but technically you are correct!"

"Awww yiee!"

- Okay but the first few times he goes off into a tangent, rambling on and on, he would look sheepish and apologize. And you know we are not going to let Eddie feel apologetic because he is talking about his interests 😤

"Eddie, honey, you can chant the alphabet three letter back or forward with the Swedish chef from the Muppets' accent and I will still encourage you to go on."

- Calling him cute petnames admittedly makes him blush, but then realises you do this with everyone.

- If you are into make up and into practicing on other people... Eddie wouldn't protest.

"Ohhhh.... This shade of green looks lovely on you, sweetie... Omg with the winged eyeliner too, sharp and can cut a man! So do you like Genieva red or Abigayle pink?"

Ed raises furrows a brow in confusion. "But those are not shades of colours?"

You gasp out, as if having an epiphany. "Omg, what if we mix it? Then put a gloss on top? OH! Can I paint your nails? I mean... Ugh, omg I forgot it might violate regulations but LIKE hypothetically, would you?"

"Uh... Of course! What colour?"

- When you found out about the workplace bullying that takes place in the precinct... Oh boy...

"Either green or black or purple, or all of it! I've been watching a lot of nail art online! It is SO gorgeous and it seems doable—"

- If you're into fashion and adores styling people... Edward wouldn't protest if you gave him fashion advice or drag him in a store to be your personal dress-up doll.

"Omg, so you give off dark academia vibes, but like... I want to see you in more vibrant colours, green specifically so what if like..." You pull a white button-up shirt, a brown knitted sweater before running off to get a green necktie from another stand of the store before shoving it in his arms. "Here! I'll be waiting!"

He had no time to process anything, before you shove him in the dressing room. Having no qualms with your request, he shrugs and indulges you, and came out of the dressing room with the clothes you have chosen for him.

"OMG!" you excitedly clap at the sight of him. "You know what else would look cute? Or hot? Like, try folding the sleeves up to your elbow, mhhm, like that... Omg! Perfect! Can I see it without the necktie?"

It honestly raises his confidence and appreciate how you implore him to dress more stylishly.

"Listen here you catterpillar-having-eyebrows, women's-touch deprived, egotistical testicle— without Edward around here, your workforce is only effective by one percent." You turn away from the shocked officer only to then snatch equally shocked Eddie away from the scene, almost skipping off. "C'mon! I found like the best moisturizer yesterday let's test it out!"

- You are always roped into the little mess in the precinct, aka, sneaking behind the Medical Examiner's back and do the autopsy yourselves. At first you are hesitant and tried to talk him out of it, and he respects that... Then you realise how much details the Medical Examiner missed on previous investigations, and that convinced you to accompany Mister Nygma on these medical endeavours.

- "Forensic examination by Edward Nygma,"

"And Y/N L/N," Edward hands you the device and you cheerfully spoke on it, as if you're hosting a radio station channel..

"At exactly eight forty two AM, at GCPD morgue. It is approximately ninety three degree—"

"One hundred and ninety nine Fahrenheit." You cut in with a grin after snatching the device from Edward. He only smiles at the shared enthusiasm as you handed it back to him.

"I ate half a cranberry muffin earlier, saving the rest for later." He then passes the recording device to you again.

"I didn't eat because I'm on a diet today."

- You two were caught, but not after finding myriads of details. You hated how Eddie did not stand his ground, as you assume into position to chastise the current medical examiner, when Ed left and all you wanted to do was to console him instead of wasting your breath on the sloppy ignoramus.

- He appreciates the fact that you're there to appreciate him, reminding him how much of a good job he's done and cursing people at the fact that they forget to thank him.

"Like... Detective Bullock is a dick, yeah? Don't listen to him and keep telling your riddles. FYI, he is totes jel that you're waaaay smarter than him." He slightly winced at your usage of a vulgar word, but he did not allow that overshadow the amount of praises he's been getting from you. "So anyways, I replaced all ink cartridges in his pens with almost empty ones."

"Oh..." Ed panders outloud. So that's why there's a random stack of ink cartridges on your desk, unorganized.

- There are times when certain officers assume that your bubbly and airheaded nature is a proxy to your intelligence and capabilities, and it was insulting. You try not to let it get to you, as you assure your bestie that you're okay. At the beginning of the friendship, Ed doesn't pry further because he truly does believe you're okay— you're a self-assured genius who knows their worth and so he lets you be... But the longer you've been friends, he knows you're lying.

"What is the saddest fruit?"

"Durian because people judge them by their exterior and scent and throw them away without seeing their insides and eating it..."

"Correct!" The answer was blueberry, but he lets you be because it made you slightly smile. "Would you like to get some snacks with me? Also, there's a new cosmetic store that opened up if you would like—"

- As you can see, he is bad with emotions and he wishes he can cheer you up the way you do to him, but it felt insincere of him. And, you can see that and you appreciate him for trying his best.

- Oh the amount of names given to you on the precinct... Bobblehead, airhead, dumbo, that one h/c idiot— it was upsetting how they call you this behind your back.

- Maybe at some point, Ed thinks he has fallen for you. His thought process goes along the lines like this, "I love them... I think I'm in love with them... Am I? I mean, I do love them, but I don't see myself kissing them... Is this what love feels like?"

The moment he resolved this dilemma is when he slipped and fell while you walk on the jcey sidewalks. Instead of helping him out, you burst out of laughing. It was funny because he didn't feel offended by it, in fact, he started to laugh with you too. Wanting to pull you into it, he pulls on your ankle causing you to fall as well.

There, he realised he didn't want to change your relationship.

- Everyone in the precinct saw your friendship as unlikely— they were judgemental to think you would be more likely to befriend the party people in the precinct instead of sticking around the bookish nerd that is Eddie.

- Even Eddie thought of that and when confronted about it, he couldn't help but to shed a tear of two.

"I don't know what goes around that head of yours to think that I'm only hanging out with your because I pity you, well that's wrong. I genuinely like your company and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Ed's face soften, allowing the reservoir in his eyes to open and when he felt the first drop, he removes his glasses and feverishly swiped it off with the cuff of his sleeves. "Sorry Y/N um... It's just that... I've never heard that from someone before... Referring to me..."

"Awww, Eddie! C'mere," you pull him to your chest and allowed his tears to soak through your clothes. You ran a soothing hand on his back. "How 'bout we go to that one Chinese place you've been wanting to try, then after that lets go to my house to test out some new mud masks."

- The both of you are on both ends of a spectrum of socialising, and he knows how much of an outgoing person you are. He feels guilty whenever you turn down invitations from coworkers to attend a social gathering because you excuse yourself to hang out with him.

- Playful banter on the daily and it is top tier

- You being an absolute wingman and impulse control for Mister Riddleman.

"Okay, so you tell her that she smells nice, WITHOUT sniffing her neck, mkay?"

"But how would I know if she smells nice?"

"Then her perfume is totes ripping her off."

Or alternatively:

"Heyyy, Eddie, buddy, honey... Mind if you tone it down with Kringle before you get a lawsuit—"

- Okay whether you hate or like Kringle, you will snap at her if her judgements are uncalled for.

"I don't get how you can stand him, Mx. L/N—"

"Maybe because he and I are on the same level of intellect. Low IQ's tend to be annoyed at what they cannot understand." You say under your breath, but loud enough for her to hear.

Kristen blinks owlishly at you, and indignantly says, "I'm sorry—"

- Ed is a stubborn nut when he was pursuing Kristen, it was getting out of hand. He was ignoring you and ignoring Kristen's discomfort that you had to step in and put it for him bluntly:

"You are forgiven. Now, could you please hand me the files I've been asking for?"

Or alternatively:

"He is such a freak..."

"People label things with negativity when they don't understand it."

"Hey Ed, I don't think Kristen will bite—"

"You speak of her as if she's a mere fish I'm trying to catch, I'm not—"

"That's not the point! It's honestly painful to watch you get rejected and how uncomfortable she looks when you try to pursue her! Didn't it occur to you why she surrounds herself with towering buff guys from work?" He stares at you, his hardened face softening as time goes by. "There's a line between being persevering and asking for a harassment report— fuck it, make it a restraining order! If you continue chasing something that isn't worth it, you're just throwing your life away all for a girl who doesn't care!"

That hit him hard and had him speechless. It's not worth it. Why did he do it? He doesn't know, he thought she was a lovely woman, but now he realises how right you are.

"Do you understand what I'm telling you, Eddie?"

"Yes... I'm sorry..." He sighs.

"Don't apologize to me, go to Kristen. Then after that, let's not harass her again." You take him in your arms and he immediately found solace within your warmth. "There's a sweet calling my name back home, but I'm sharing it with you because you're my bestie. Also, I just received my face mask package from Korea, so we can try them out—"

- A lot of people thought you were a couple, there will always be people who will say that the two of you look cute together. And honestly, they are right, but both of you consider each other as platonic soulmates.

- In this verse, the Abbynxverse, maybe Eddie would not stray to become the Riddler because honestly, with a bestie like you, he cannot imagine you being scared and disappointed in him. You keep him sane, feel like the best version of himself and just feels great.

[milliumizoomi]

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➣ SUMMARY. ; Shutting up TR boys with a kiss

➣ FEATURED. ; Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu & Draken w/ GN! Reader

➣ FORMAT. ; Headcanons

➣ GENRE. ; Fluff + Slight Crack

➣ WARNINGS. ; Cursing and Rambling

➣ NOTES. ; This request was soooo cute thank you for requesting my love,, hope you enjoy it <33!!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

⌕ MITSUYA

✗ he would literally be so shocked but try to hide it

✗ and would lowkey want another one but would say nun about it

✗ he was rambling about a last minute project for his home ec club

✗ poor boy was frustrated as hell since the teachers were telling him about it 3 days before it had to be submitted

✗ he was just babbling while running around the home ec room while you sat in the corner

✗ “Babe..?” You called out.

✗ he didn’t even hear you

✗ he was just running around the room like a mad person trying to find supplies

✗ “Takashi?”

✗ still nothing

✗ you got up and walked over to him

✗ “helloooo?? Earth to boyfriend can you even hear me?”

✗ he flinched at you, finally beginning to hear you

✗ “o-oh were you calling me babe? I’m sorry it’s just that I was looking for the stuff for the project and I don’t want it to be late so I’m rushing and I—“

✗ you just leaned in a kissed him

✗ man had to take a few blinks before he could even begin to understand what was going on

✗ he kissed back ofc🙄

✗ after you pulled back you hit him lightly

✗ “you can shut up now you know and also,, don’t overwork yourself you look like a cat going after a laser pointer the way you was scrambling around this room”

✗ “yeah.. sorry about that” he laughed nervously

✗ “you all good, NOW! Let’s work on this together cause god knows you need some help with this”

✗ he nodded and smiled

✗ so you might have jabbed yourself with a needle a couple times but y’all did what needed to be done

⌕ BAJI

✗ his loud ass

✗ man stay shouting abt something

✗ he was loud as hell bout his homework assignment that he procrastinated doing

✗ and now u gotta be the one to hear bout it

✗ NOT TO MENTION THE TOMAN MEETING HE HAD TO REPORT ON

✗ man was just all over the place

✗ “I don’t even know what to do with all this shit! I’M NOT DOING ALL OF THIS IT’S DUMB”

✗ you just sighed and rolled your eyes

✗ he’s been yelling like this for the past 15 minutes and it was starting to drive you up the wall

✗ “and then I got the fucking toman meeting to- MMPFT!”

✗ you had kissed him cause you couldn’t take it anymore

✗ when you pulled away he was just standing there like 🧍

✗ “what was that for?”

✗ “you wouldn’t shut up what else was I suppose to do?”

✗ the man just smirked

✗ “I should talk more often if that’s how you’re gonna shut me up”

⌕ CHIFUYU

✗ ugh my precious

✗ WHY

✗ why would you do this knowing DAMN well the man would simply factory restart

✗ you could’ve just patted him or shook him to get his attention

✗ BUT naw you gon violate him like this ☹️

✗ he was just stressing over peke j too

✗ the little cat sprained one of his paws and chifuyu was so worried

✗ “is he gonna be ok?”

✗ “yes ‘fuyu peke will be just fine”

✗ “but what if it’s broken, I don’t want him to— MM!”

✗ you kissed him and his eyes widened

✗ when you pulled away you could see the dark red spread across his face

✗ “ ‘fuyu look at peke j he’s ok see”

✗ still red faced, chifuyu turned his head to see the little cat in his bed sleeping

✗ “y-yeah ok, I just want to make sure he’s fine..”

✗ “he is ‘fuyu and if he isn’t we can take him to the vet ok?”

✗ “ok”

✗ “now come here you’ve been stressing too much”

✗ you grabbed him and he rested his head on your chest and you started scratching his undercut

✗ “relax ok”

✗ “okok”

✗ p.s. he was still blushing :(((

⌕ DRAKEN

✗ lord him😭

✗ it’s like the man is made of STONE

✗ there’ll be only a few times that he actually voice things

✗ although it’s very rare cause he doesn’t want to burden you with his problems

✗ but at this moment he couldn’t keep quiet because there’s been a gang tailing toman for a couple weeks and he stressed trying to figure out how to get rid of them

✗ “this shit is frustrating..” Draken sighed, running his hand down his face

✗ he was sitting on his bed with a notepad and a pencil in his wondering what to do about the other gang

✗ “Mikey’s frustrated I’m frustrated these bitches won’t get out of our damn business!”

✗ “Ken hold on you need to take a breather”

✗ he just kept ranting ideas and writing them down

✗ basically he was just in his own little stressful world

✗ “KEN!”

✗ no answer

✗ “we didn’t wanna start a petty fight but they’re in our business!”

✗ “DRAKEN?!”

✗ it’s like the man doesn’t even hear you

✗ “or maybe we could— MMP?!”

✗ you kissed him so hard the pencil flew out of his hand

✗ he looked at you with his eyebrows creased but he was kissing you back

✗ when you pulled away you stood up straight

✗ “are you calm now ken? Can you hear me?”

✗ he nodded, still a little out of it

✗ “why did you kiss me?”

✗ “because I was literally calling and yelling at you and you didn’t hear me”

✗ “oh.. my bad baby this is just stressing me out”

✗ you frowned at the irritated state he was in

✗ “then how about I help you yeah? You knowww,, I do have some good ideas sometimes” you smirked

✗ he just laughed at you and shook his head

✗ “come here” he said

✗ you grinned at him then jumped on his bed

✗ he raised his eyebrow at you while smiling

✗ “so, what’s the plan you got beautiful?”

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[seijorhi]

Inexorable ♕

My birthday present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy​ and my contribution to her birthday bash collab you can find here. I love you, you’re incredible and I hope you like this i even wrote smut for you smh

Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um... implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

You’ve heard them snickering about it when you hastily dart past, all but slamming your front door shut. 

And it’s not that you’re scared of him. There are people who play at being dangerous, and ones who are. Iwaizumi doesn’t strike you as somebody who enjoys playing, and while you don’t doubt for a second that he is dangerous, he isn’t to you. He wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt or scare you – you’re not even a blip on his radar – but what Iwaizumi is, at least as far as you’re concerned, the reason your step quickens and you can’t bear to meet his eyes, is intimidating.

Tall and broad shouldered, with those piercing green eyes. You’ve only seen him smile once, though it was more a quirking of his lips than anything else – usually he just stares, his expression halfway between impassive boredom and a scowl. 

No, Iwaizumi doesn’t scare you nearly as much as the bouquet of flowers you find sitting on your doorstep, a handwritten note tucked in between the roses.

—

The calls come next. You block one number and he rings from another, followed by endless texts. Cute little messages you suppose are meant to brighten up your day. 

Hi baby, love the skirt you’re wearing today. You know blue’s my favourite on you, always look so damn pretty. It’s like you’re trying to drive me crazy haha

Morning babe, I was thinking about you last night. You remember that trip we always said we were gonna take in the summer down to the lake? I can’t wait to bring you there.

Why won’t you answer my calls? I just wanna talk to you, hear your voice again. Let me make things right. I love you.

Don’t you miss me? I miss you. So, so much… You look beautiful today, by the way.

Baby, I love you, but you really shouldn’t be staying out so late with your coworkers for drinks. I just want you to be safe.

They’re not all soft and sweet though. Sometimes he just sends you pictures, and those creep you out most of all.

You change your number, and it doesn’t make a difference.

—

It’s hard for you to try and convince yourself that you’re imagining the prickling sensation on the back of your neck as you go about your day. You know he’s watching you – the messages and the voicemails just drive that home, but what else are you supposed to do?

You can’t just pack up and run again, and what good is a restraining order when you have no proof he’s violating it – and by the time you do, it probably won’t help you.

Kazuma’s always had patience, but only up to a point.

The final nail comes the day you arrive home to find one of Iwa’s friends heading out from his apartment – the tallest, with the curly dark hair. Barely spares you a glance until he seems to think better of it.

“Didn’t realise you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

He says it so casually, but the words make you falter, a sinking feeling in your stomach. “What do you mean?”

And for a moment, he looks half surprised that you’ve bothered to reply – so far you’ve done nothing but pretend to ignore him and Iwa and every last one of their friends. But the mirth slips from his expression quickly enough once he gets a good look at yours, “Blonde guy with a shitty dye job, tall-ish. Saw him leaving your apartment an hour ago.” 

But to walk out of your apartment, he had to have first gotten into it.

“Guessing he wasn’t your boyfriend then,” he says, eyeing you with an odd look. But you don’t respond and after a short pause, he simply shrugs and continues on his way. 

You couldn’t care less.

Kazuma was in your apartment.

Leaving flowers at your doorstep is one thing, but now he has a key. 

And it feels like there’s somebody else moving your body as you stumble towards your apartment, your hand shaking so badly that you fumble and drop your own keys twice before you finally manage to slide them home and push your way inside.

It’s waiting for you inside your bedroom, sitting atop your pillow; a pretty blue box wrapped with white ribbon.

Your phone flashes to life a minute later; an incoming message from an unknown number. 

Did you like your present, baby?? I hope you don’t mind, I kinda borrowed a little something too… 

With your heart in your throat you watch those three bouncing dots as the image comes through. 

A pair of red lace panties – yours – scrunched up in his fist, wrapped around his–

Your stomach heaves, and you barely make it to the bathroom in time before you’re hurling your guts up.

—

You’ve always had an impulsive side, and more often than not it’s landed you into trouble.

So you force yourself to calm down and think before you do anything rash. You head to the police station the very next morning to file a report, fresh off a sleepless night. The officer seems sympathetic, but you know before she even opens her mouth that there’s nothing they can do.

There’s no proof of a crime committed; nothing was taken (nothing you can prove, at any rate) and because your door wasn’t tampered with and the windows weren’t smashed, there’s no evidence of a break in. She suggests changing your locks and going to stay with some friends or family for a few days and you don’t know whether you want to laugh or burst into tears.

And instead of going back to work, you call in sick.

Iwaizumi isn’t sitting on the front steps when you get back home, and why would he be? You’re not supposed to be home for another few hours – so instead you head to his apartment door and mustering every last ounce of courage you possess, you raise your fist and knock.

Silence greets you. 

You wait for a moment, a heartbeat, not daring to breathe, but there’s no answer. Which, really, shouldn’t be that surprising considering it’s mid-morning on a Tuesday, but you can’t help the crushing sense of disappointment that washes over you. The thought of trudging back to your apartment to sit and stew alone for the next few hours while you wait for him to come back makes your skin crawl. You can’t just sit still and twiddle your thumbs, not when–

Abruptly, the door in front of you swings open, and you find yourself face to face with a glaring Iwaizumi. His expression falters, momentary surprise flickering across his eyes at the sight of you standing in his doorway.

This time you don’t avert your eyes. Your heart’s pounding, your hands clammy and trembling by your side, but this is the only choice you have left. And so as a single eyebrow cocks and Iwa falls into a lean against the doorframe – the only invitation you’re gonna get – you steel your nerves, take a deep breath, and speak.

“I-I need a gun.”

To his credit, Iwaizumi doesn’t snort. “You planning on shooting somebody, princess?”

They’re the first words he’s ever spoken to you, and they make your cheeks burn, your stomach twisting into a knot. It’s not a dismissal, but there’s a tinge of amusement colouring his tone and you can’t help but wilt a little under the weight of his gaze. 

Better sense would tell you to turn around, walk back to your apartment and curse your own idiocy for entertaining this stupid idea to begin with But Iwaizumi’s staring at you like he’s expecting an answer and all you can think about is the fear that gripped your heart last night, how you couldn’t bear to turn the light off, half terrified that at any moment Kazuma would come back – and this time he wouldn’t be satisfied with just some panties.

You can’t live like this, and you can’t just pack up your life and wait for the same thing to happen in the next place, and the one after that. Kazuma won’t stop, you know that. 

“I…” you chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze so that you’re staring at his chest instead of those piercing green eyes. “I don’t, I-I’m not–”

“A killer?” he interjects, and you almost flinch at his bluntness“Yeah, no shit.”

Taking another breath in through your nose, you force yourself to meet his gaze, even as your nails bite into the palm of your hand and your heart skips a beat. “I just want…” but you can’t even bear to say the words aloud, not without your voice shaking like a leaf. “It’s for protection. I don’t know who else to go to. Please,” you beg.

Iwa exhales heavily, a crinkle appearing between his brows as he frowns, “This got anything to do with the blonde asshole that’s been sniffing ‘round your place?”

Your bewilderment must show, because he snorts, finally stepping back to let you inside. “Mattsun told me,” he says, answering your unspoken question. 

The unmistakably hard edge to his words takes you a little by surprise, but you nod anyway, gingerly taking a seat on the couch when he jerks his chin at it. “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s my ex, kinda. We… didn’t end well.”

It’s the understatement of the century, but you somehow doubt a man like Iwaizumi gives two shits about your past relationship with a stalker. Your fingers play with the hem of your skirt as the imposing man settles down beside you. “So does this mean you’ll get me a gun?” you ask. “I can pay you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I have some money–”

Iwa scoffs, cutting you off. “If you think I’m letting you anywhere near a loaded gun, pretty girl, you’re dumber than I gave you credit for.”

You reel back as if he’s slapped you. But Iwaizumi’s staring at you with that steely expression and blood rushes to your cheeks. Why are you surprised? Did you actually think he was going to help you – a veritable stranger – just because you have some sob story? Why even bother letting you in if he was just gonna make you feel like an idiot? And for a moment you forget the gnawing terror that’s kept you up all night, letting yourself become awash with indignation. You have no control over the hurt noise that leaves your throat, but the ‘Fuck you’ that follows; that one’s intentional.

You don’t have time to regret the insult as you jump to your feet; his hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist, jerking you to a halt the moment you try it. 

“I didn’t say you could go,” he tells you, and you can’t fight the shiver that rolls down your spine at the unmistakably commanding tone. “Sit.”

Wordlessly, you comply.

“Look at me.”

Again, there’s that harsh undercurrent in his voice that tells you he’s not asking, and you lift your gaze with a tense swallow. Iwa still hasn’t released your wrist, the warmth of his calloused palm searing against your skin. 

He doesn’t speak for a moment, olive eyes studying your face intently as you force yourself to sit still under the appraisal. “I said that I wasn’t going to give you a gun, not that I wasn’t going to help.”

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, “What–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he snaps, cutting you off once again. And as you inhale sharply, you realise that it’s not anger you see burning in those pretty eyes, but sheer, unrelenting fury, an icy rage that you don’t understand, that terrifies you as much as it enthrals.

Because you feel like it’s on purpose. Like he’s finally letting you get a glimpse of what silently seethes beneath that impassive mask of his. Are you scared now, sweetheart?

“H-how much?” you ask breathlessly, eyes wide and heart pounding. 

“I don’t want your money,” he says quietly, his voice low and husky. And just in case there was any confusion as to what he does want, his other hand comes up to your face, a broad thumb tracing along your bottom lip as he cups your cheek.

Iwaizumi leans in slowly, as if he’s giving you time to shove him away and tell him that you’re not that kind of girl. Part of you – the part that’s terrified, frozen stiff and regretting the very moment you decided to step into his apartment and cross that line – wants to. Even now, as those hooded olive eyes drink you in, his warm breath ghosting across your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake, you’re afraid that it’s too late for that. You’ve opened a door that should never have been opened and there’s been a fundamental shift between you and him. There’s no going back for either one of you.

And the other part of you revels in it.

“Don’t kill him,” you murmur the second before his lips meet yours. “Not unless you have to.” You don’t even know if he heard you, and as Iwa deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours you find that you don’t care. You lose yourself to Iwaizumi as he leans closer, gently pushing you to lie back on the couch.

He isn’t satisfied with just your lips for long, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh. His teeth nip at your collarbone as he busies himself unbuttoning your shirt, but your gasp sounds more like a needy whine than a plea for him to stop. 

He laughs a little at that, his chest rumbling against your stomach, but he makes no moves to slow down. Instead he turns his attention to your bra, his hands far less gentle with the delicate lace than he was with your shirt, and then his mouth is on your tits, licking, sucking, biting. Tomorrow, your skin will be littered with pretty red and purple marks, and judging from the single minded focus glinting in his eyes as he stares up at you, that’s exactly his intention. Iwa drags the flat of his tongue along the swell of your breast, circling it around your nipple before he sucks it into the wet warmth of his mouth, and the whimpering moan you give him in response is a thing of beauty. 

“Good girl,” he croons. “Such pretty, perfect tits.”

Your back arches when he cups the other in his hand, and you cry out when he roughly tugs the sensitive bud. He waits until the sting fades and you relax, sagging back against the cushions with relief before he does it again, harder this time. The sharp, searing pain ripples through you, your breath seizing in your chest as you try in vain to writhe away from his touch, but it’s followed by a flood of pleasure so strong it almost makes you dizzy. The fleeting kiss Iwa bestows on the supple flesh a moment later could almost be taken as an apology – if not from the satisfied smirk curling at his lips. He has no desire to be gentle with you, not today or any other day. That’s not who he is. 

Large hands ease down your side, reaching for the hem of your skirt. Iwa doesn’t bother trying to pull it off of you, merely flips it up, exposing your soft thighs and the delicate panties lying underneath. 

In an attempt to be helpful, you lift your hips to allow him to drag the lacy scrap of fabric down your legs and discard it, but Iwaizumi seems perfectly content with leaving them where they are. Even so, it takes you by surprise when his mouth descends on your cunt, the wet, pink muscle laving along the seat of your panties. You shiver in response, one hand instinctively reaching out to tangle in those spiky brunette locks, but if you’re about to tell him to stop teasing, the words are robbed from you when Iwa pushes the fabric aside and buries his face in the heat of your pussy.

His nose nudges at your clit and you jerk at the first lap at your folds, already shamefully wet for him. There’s no rhythm or rhyme to the way he eats you out, letting a long, thick finger slide into your cunt while he suckles and licks at your clit, but you can’t deny that it’s working. Your thighs tremble and quake beneath his hands, every second of his attention dragging you closer to unravelling entirely. And you’re awash with pleas, little whimpers and moans as he chuckles, the low vibrations making your fingers tighten in his hair as another burst of pleasure flutters through you. Your hips rise and fall against his face, desperate for more when he finally slides his tongue inside of your heat, eager to taste your cunt properly. You want more, you’re desperate and aching for it; but Iwaizumi’s grip tighten bruisingly against your thigh in warning. 

You’re at his mercy, and he’s in absolutely no hurry.

The first time you cum, it takes you by surprise. It feels like an endless build-up, Iwa’s tongue lapping at your pussy like it’s heaven sent, his mouth working diligently to drive you insane. Every touch feels unbearably good, from the long, slow strokes to the way he drags the tip of his tongue along your clit. Your toes are curling, your tits heaving with the desperate breaths you choke down, and all of a sudden his mouth latches onto your clitoris and he sucks hard at the swollen nub. You almost black out right there and then, stars bursting behind closed lids as pleasure wreaks havoc over your body. But as good as that feels, it’s not until you open your eyes and catch sight of the hunger blazing in Iwaizumi’s eyes that you tip over the edge, cumming into his waiting mouth with an earth shattering moan. 

At some point he must have let you go to rid himself of his own clothes, and your panties, but you’re boneless, basking in the afterglow as he shifts you once more, lifting one of your thighs up to hook your leg over his shoulder as he settles back onto the couch.

You just watch through hazy eyes as Iwaizumi gives his thick cock, already hard and flushed an angry red, a few cursory pumps. And his eyes are fixed on yours as he leans down, guiding the tip to your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, princess,” he grunts out. 

Warning bells sound in your head once more, your gut clenching uneasily, but any protests you might have voiced fall by the wayside as he slowly presses into you. It’s the girth, more than anything else, that takes you by surprise. It hurts, stretching out your poor, oversensitive cunt as his cock fills you up, inch by agonising inch. 

Iwa hisses from between clenched teeth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to breathe through the pain. It won’t last long, you know that, and until it does you just have to grin and bear it.

You can feel it twitching inside of you, every ridge and vein, the way your slick walls hug his cock. His thumb strokes along your hip, soothing you as your face screws up and another whimper slips out. You think you hear him say something, praise maybe, or encouragement, but all you can focus on is the way his cock throbs inside your pussy when he finally bottoms out and stills.

And for a moment, he doesn’t move. A small kindness, letting you become adjusted to his size before he fucks you the way he’s dying to. 

“Look at me,” he says, and while his tone isn’t as sharp this time, it’s no less of an order.

Your eyes flutter open as Iwaizumi turns his head just a fraction without breaking eye contact, pressing a soft kiss against your calf. His eyes are glazed with feverish lust, pupils blown wide, almost swallowing up that thin ring of olive green entirely, and you wonder whether you should feel afraid right now.

You don’t have the words to describe it, the distant unease that seeps through you as you stare into the eyes of a man who’s clearly not in control anymore. If you screamed right now, tried to fight back or stop him, would it make a difference? 

Do you actually want to?

“You’re mine,” he growls out, drawing his hips back and slamming them forward ruthlessly as you choke on a scream. 

He’s relentless, hissing out curses as he fucks you like a rag doll, filling your wet, tight little cunt again and again and again. It’s all you can do to fist at the edge of the cushion, one hand wrapping around his back, your nails raking down his skin, drawing blood in their wake.

And Iwa doesn’t care, tossing his head back as he pounds his cock into your needy cunt, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. “Iwa,” you plead between gasping breaths, clinging to his broad frame. You don’t even know what you’re begging for, not as he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up, hauling you closer so he can fuck you deeper. And you can feel his cockhead rutting against your cervix with every vicious thrust, the painful stretch of your cunt as you’re forced to take his fat cock. It hurts, it does, but holy fuck you can’t focus on that when his fingers slip between your legs and he starts to rub at your puffy, oversensitive clit.

You’re whining, mewling, hips shifting as you rock against him, desperate for more friction. “Please, Iwa,” you moan.

The sound of it, the lewd slaps of skin against skin, the wet squelching as he drives his cock home again with an unforgiving pace would be enough to make you burn with embarrassment, but you don’t care because you’re quickly losing yourself to mindless pleasure. Every stroke fills you completely, it’s hot and thick and the drag of his cock against your plush walls, the way it kisses that sweet perfect spot with every thrust is driving you to insanity.

“Fuck!” you cry, clenching tightly around his length as you hurtle over the edge for a second time. You’re gushing, convulsing, back arched up off the couch, lips parted and–

Iwaizumi stops with a growl and you barely have time to process it before he’s flipping you onto your front, yanking your ass up into the air and hammering his cock back into your swollen, abused little pussy. It’s a bruising pace he sets as he chases after his own end, your name falling from his lips in harsh, breathless grunts. 

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, your cunt sucking him in and pulsing around his cock. And you don’t have the mental capacity to beg him to pull out, not as his muscular chest collapses against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist and he pumps you full of his seed.

Neither one of you move straight away, both fighting to catch your breath and calm down in the afterglow of your orgasms. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, sweet kisses to the back of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he can reach. It’s an intimacy that doesn’t belong here, but you find yourself arching into it, a small, tired smile curling at your lips as Iwaizumi lavishes you with affection. 

And you can only whine softly when he finally pulls his cock out and stands, lifting your boneless form up into his arms, chuckling quietly when you bury your head into his chest. Your head’s empty, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he carries you into his bedroom, depositing you carefully onto the bed. 

Iwaizumi leaves you there like that, and when he returns a few minutes later he’s dressed again. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something oddly content about his expression as he stops by the doorway and takes in the sight of you; naked and thoroughly fucked out, curled up amongst his covers. 

“Iwa?” you ask sleepily, stretching your aching body to make yourself more comfortable as you nestle further into the soft mattress.

He doesn’t answer you as he strides in, but you watch through half lidded eyes as his expression hardens. Stopping by the bedside, Iwaizumi reaches for you. You think he’s going to cup your cheek again, maybe run his fingers through your hair, but instead his hand slides between your thighs, gathering up some of the cum that’s seeped from your pussy with his fingers and slowly pushing it back inside of you, humming when you whine and shift under him.

“I’m leaving for a bit,” he tells you, your gut clenching as you remember why you’re in this position in the first place. “You don’t leave this apartment until I get back. You don’t answer the door, you don’t tell anyone you’re here, you don’t leave this bed unless you have a goddamn good reason. Understand?”

Weakly, you nod.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathes, and this time when he leans over he does kiss you, sweeping your hair back from your face before his warm lips meet your cheek. He lingers there for a beat longer than necessary before pulling away with a sigh.

And as the door swings shut, the sound of the lock clicking into place behind him, you begin to question whether you’ve made a mistake. You don’t doubt for a second that Iwa will follow through with his promise. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a week from now, he’ll find Kazuma; him and his friends, and they’ll make sure he stays away. And until they do, you won’t leave this apartment.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach that despite your pleas, Iwaizumi’ll kill him. 

Not because that’s the only way for this to end, though you realise that that’s always been a possibility, but because of what you glimpsed in his eyes today. Stupidly, you’d thought you had Iwa pegged. But there’s something that lurks beneath that facade, something more dangerous than you could’ve possibly imagined and the moment you opened the door to Iwaizumi it sunk its teeth into you and now you’re not sure if it’ll ever let you go.

And as you lie back in Iwaizumi’s bed, covered in the marks he left behind you wonder whether you’ve merely traded one monster for another. Perhaps it was inevitable. Inexorable.

[disassociate-with-fics]

‘Get dicked down’

In which our reader gets dragged to a party by Maddy in hopes of finding a hook up, and ends up meeting new kid Elliot.

Pairing: fem!reader x Elliot!euphoria

Word count: 1.9k ish

Content: smut, oral f!receiving, light choking

A/N: hi, I’m pretty new to the fanfic-writing game so would love to hear any feedback!! Would anyone be interested in me making this a series at all?? Much love <3

You’re glad you’d let Maddy and Cassie drag you to this party. Loud music reverberates through the walls, a haze of smoke hangs in the air and the atmosphere’s infectiously charged with drunken happiness.

Maddy grabs your hand and leads you deeper into the house. “C’mon, let’s do a lap.”

You pause at the drinks table, scanning the crowd for potential hook ups as Maddy hands you a cup. Both of you are looking to ‘get dicked down’, as she’d put it.

“Wait, where’d Cassie go?” You look around, but your friend seems to have disappeared into thin air.

“She’s probably found Kat,” Maddy shrugs carelessly

You take a sip and wrinkle your nose. “Shit, Mads, is this, like, straight tequila?”

“Please, you’re just a lightweight.” She rolls her eyes. Some guy on the dance floor catches her eye, and she gives him a little wave. “I’m gonna go dance.” She smiles and struts off.

You sigh, watching their brief conversation, before the guy puts his hands on her hips and they begin grinding so close they practically need a condom.

There’s nobody you recognise, and you won’t be caught dead as the weird girl standing all alone at the party. From the window, you can see a group of people on the back patio smoking. Stoners are usually a pretty safe bet when you want to meet new people, so you decide to try them.

It’s colder outside, and you shiver in your thin dress. You sit in the only spare chair, next to some girl who looks out of it.

“Y/N?” She says.

“Oh shit, hey Rue!” You hadn’t recognised her in the low lighting. “Hey! How’s your night going?”

“Yeah, it’s going, I guess.” She slurs, slumping lower in her chair.

You drain your cup and scan the people around you. Some you recognise from school, others you assume are from St. Mary’s.

“Rue?” A guy you don’t know shakes her gently.

Your phone buzzes.

Madz: u guys r gonna have to find other rides home

Cass: wait why

Madz: I’m going home with j

You: who??

She doesn’t reply and you roll your eyes. And no ride home? Clear violation of the girl code.

“Hey, do you know how long she’s been passed out?” Rue’s friend nudges you.

“Like, two minutes maybe?” You shrug, distracted.

The guy curses under his breath. “I have to get her home.” He explains. He poked her again. “Rue!”

He’s cute - tall, curly hair, and a couple of face tats, which you’re into. You figure that he’s probably with Rue or something, though.

“Come on, asshole.” He grunts and hauls her up, pulling one of her arms over his shoulders. She groans in protest.

“Hey, wait.” You stand up and he glances back at you. “Can I get a ride?”

Between the two of you, you manage to lug Rue into the backseat of the guy’s car.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you pant.

The guy wrangles Rue into her seatbelt and slams the back door. “Elliot,” he introduces himself, one arm propped on the car roof. You don’t think you’re imagining the way his gaze flicks appreciatively over your body.

“Nice to meet you, Elliot,” you smile brightly at him before crossing to the passenger side of the car and letting yourself in.

“So how long have you and Rue been dating?” You ask, hoping Elliot will correct you.

“We’re just friends,” he says, and glances over at you. “You don’t seem too disappointed.” He grins.

You shrug. “You guys just didn’t seem like a great match,” you say innocently.

“Right.” Elliot says dryly. He pulls into Rue’s driveway and fires off a text message.

Rue’s younger sister appears in the front doorway. You’ve heard her name before - Georgia, maybe? She jogs over to the car and pulls Rue out.

“Thanks,” she tells Elliot briefly, before shutting the car door behind her and pulling Rue, who’s now semi-conscious, back to the house.

“So, you wanna go home?” He asks you after the girls are inside.

You’re reluctant to stop hanging out with him so soon, especially now it’s just the two of you. “Actually, I think I saw a domino’s on the way here, and I’m starving. Do you wanna eat?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” His noncommittal words contrast with his eager tone, and you do your best to hide a smile.

Elliot winds the windows down and turns the stereo up and you smile. It’s old RNB you don’t really recognise, but it suits him.

You extend one arm out the window, cupping your hand against the wind.

Elliot’s watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“Eyes on the road,” you tell him, laughing as he goes red.

It’s late, so you find a table pretty easily. As you eat, you make small talk and find out that Elliot just moved to town with his Mom. He’s into music and mostly just keeps to himself at school.

“What about you?” He asks.

“Regular stuff,” you say, shrugging slightly. “Uh, parties, friends, movies…”

He studies your eyes intently, his dark eyes boring into yours as if he can see right through to your soul.

“What?” You duck your head to hide the blush that’s spread across your cheeks.

“I’m just lookin’,” he tells you, nudging your foot with his.

By the time you’re finished eating, you’re the last people left, the store is ready to close, and the employees are shooting you death glares.

“I think they want us to leave,” Elliot whispers to you conspiratorially.

You grin and nod. Elliot stands and offers you his hand. You take it and your heart skips a beat. He gives it a quick squeeze and leads you out to the car.

“You still want to me to take you home?” He asks, gaze flickering to you before focusing back on the road.

“Or…” you hesitate before kicking off your sandal and extending one leg across his lap. “We could go back your place?”

His hand tightens around the wheel, the muscles in his forearm flexing.

Encouraged by his silent reaction, you reach over and graze your fingers lightly over his package. He inhales sharply. “Holy shit,” he says, pressing down on the accelerator. “Uh, yeah. Okay. My place.”

The sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. To distract yourself, you take a minute to text your parents that you’re sleeping over at Maddy’s, then text Maddy that you got lucky.

“Okay.”

You look up at the sound of Elliot’s voice as he turns off the car. “So, my Moms asleep so we’ll have to be quiet. And I just want verbal consent in case this isn’t going where I think it’s going.”

You laugh incredulously at that. “You’re a dork,” you tell him, shaking your head.

“A hot one, though, right?” He grins. “Come on.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt and stumble into the house hand-in-hand with Elliot. He leads you into his room, which smells strongly but pleasantly like weed and fresh laundry, shutting the door behind you.

Eagerly, you press Elliot against the door, hands resting on his shoulders, and kiss him until your head is spinning. He gently slides his tongue into your mouth and you moan. His hands settle briefly on your waist, before he reaches up to palm your tits over your dress.

“Is this okay?” He breaks the kiss to ask.

“Mmhmm,” you quickly say before leaning back in. You press kisses along his jawline, nipping gently at the soft skin.

He hums contentedly, his hands exploring your neck and shoulders and back before sliding the straps of your dress down.

Your hands slide along the hem of his jeans before finding the buckle of his belt. You pull his jeans down and palm his through his boxers.

He bucks his hips slightly “To the bed?” He suggests.

His hands gripping your shoulder blades, Elliot guides you to his bed and lays you down gently. His hands are still working to tug your dress off your body. “How does this thing come off?” He whispers.

You press your forehead against his and laugh. “There’s a zipper at the back,” you answer.

He pauses and finally unzips the dress. “Oh.” He says. He pulls it off your body and sits up to take his shirt off. You admire his well muscled body.

As he leans back in to kiss you again, you pull your emergency condom out of your bra.

He shakes his head wordlessly and takes it from your hand, placing it on his bedside table.

“I’m not having sex with you without a condom,” you tell him firmly.

“Yeah, obviously,” he says, unhooking your bra and tossing it to the side. Now you’re both wearing only your underwear.

“If it’s yeah, obviously, then why are you-“ you gasp as Elliot presses kisses to your hipbones and lower belly, hooking his finger into the waistband of your underwear and pulling them off.

You lace your hands through Elliot’s curls as he gently bites your thighs, pursing your lips to stop yourself from moaning.

“You’re so sexy,” he says getting closer to where you want him the most.

“Elliot, please,” you beg, bucking your hips desperately.

He lowers his head and licks a long stripe up your pussy, and you tighten your grip on his hair.

He flicks your clit with his tongue, and your thighs squeeze around his head. You can feel the familiar ball of tension and pleasure forming in the pit of your stomach.

Elliot alternates between sucking on and flicking your bundle of nerves until your back is arched and you can’t form a single thought. One last kitten lick from his tongue tips you over the edge, as warm waves of pleasure course through your body.

Elliot keeps pleasuring you as you ride out your high, until your clit becomes too sensitive and you weakly push his head away.

He looks up at you, his eyes hooded and lips covered in your arousal.

“Can we use the condom now?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you pant, still eager to feel him inside you.

You grab the condom from the table and pass it to him.

He rolls it on and settles on top of you. Every inch of your bodies are pressed together, and Elliot presses kisses against your jaw. He slides his impressive length into you and you moan, lifting your hips to meet his.

“Fuck,” he curses, thrusting hard and deep. His hand finds your breasts, tweaking your nipples before moving to your throat.

“This okay?” He asks breathily.

You can only whimper in response - his dick grazing your g-spot, his hand around your throat; the pleasure is almost overwhelming.

“Use your words,” he whispers gently, nipping your earlobe and squeezing your neck.

“Feels so good,” you babble.

“Are you close?” He asks.

“Yes,” you manage to say.

His thrusts grow harder and deeper, bringing you closer to your second orgasm of the night. An moan crosses your lips, embarrassingly loud, and Elliot claps a hand over your mouth, which makes the whole thing somehow even hotter.

You clench around his dick as you approach your high, chanting Elliot’s name like a prayer. Your orgasm washes over you, your back arching off the bed and legs shaking weakly.

Elliot cums and you stay where you are for a second, one of your hands resting on the nape of his neck, the other on his lower back.

Elliot peels off the condom and tosses it in the trash. You get up to pee and he shoots you a hurt look.

“Are you leaving?” He asks, clearly fighting to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

“No, dork, I was just gonna go take a piss so I don’t get a UTI,” you huff out a laugh before nearly crumpling back onto the bed. Your legs are still weak from two orgasms in a row.

“Um,” you look up at Elliot, a blush spread across your cheeks. “Could you maybe help me to the bathroom?”

[strawberryscouts]

🍓 : closing time ; w/ smiley *･゜ﾟ･*

summary: smiley is a little distracted on the job, his brain filled with thoughts of the shop’s opening day and his pretty little girlfriend

pairing: timeskip!kawata nahoya x f!reader

warnings: 18+ minors DNI slight timeskip tokyorev spoilers (?), fluff + smut, cursing, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, fingering, health code violations (fucking on tables lmao), not proofread ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄

a/n: well, here it is! my first work on this blog and my first fic written in…i don’t even know lmao. i apologize in advance for how much this probably blows and for any spelling/grammatical errors. i may have a degree in linguistics but that don’t mean a bitch can spell (/ω＼) feedback would be much appreciated and thanks for reading!!

“i can handle it from here, you know…if you need to get home you can dip”

nahoya’s head jerked up, eyes meeting his twins and catching the pointed look he was giving him. slipping his phone back into his back pocket, the elder twin let out a chuckle.

“i’m not about to leave you to deal with this shit, man. i know i’m a little distracted but having me here is better than having nobody at all..c’mon,” he teases.

souya‘s expression doesn’t change. it screams “are you serious?”, and nahoya scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“if you’d take a look around, bro…you’d see that it’s dead as fuck in here now. trust me, i got it. plus if i have to watch you grinning at your phone for another second i think i might dunk my head in hot broth,” souya insists, grabbing some empty bowls from the tables surrounding them.

nahoya thinks about it for a moment, really judging the situation. the grand opening for ‘evil twins’ had brought in more people than they’d originally expected, keeping the twins booked and busy for almost a week straight and while it was an amazing accomplishment, nahoya really fucking missed you. you’d been there on opening day, helping take photos of the twins cutting the ribbon to their new place, helping take orders in your cute little apron, and just being a general supportive presence. you’d also been there that night after they closed up for the first time, bidding farewell to the silently suspicious younger twin while you and nahoya stayed behind to “christen” the building.

“it’s for good luck. if we fuck here, the good vibes will spread and people will feel it and come by the bus-load!” you’d told him with a smile rivaling his own spread across your face.

“that’s a fucking great idea babe, i’m down,” he easily agreed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back inside the cozy shop. making sure he locked the door behind him, he turned off the main dining area lights, leaving the kitchen ones on to create a dimly lit setting. you busied yourself with making sure the blinds were closed, although the thought of giving someone a show didn’t completely turn you off, it was probably better for business if you kept your secret for success just that, a secret.

“c’mere, pretty. you were such a good help today, you know that?” nahoya’s voice floated over to you from the bar area and you nearly skipped into his arms. he wrapped them around you tight, pulling you flush against his chest while reaching down to rub across the curve of your ass.

“it was nothing, hoya. i know how important today was for you guys and i wanted to! you know i’d do anything for you, baby,” you preen. tilting your head up, you meet your boyfriend’s grinning face and lick your lips. he was so fucking handsome. even after a full day of running around slinging noodles, he looked like he just stepped out of a magazine and in that moment you felt so lucky to be able to call him yours.

nahoya didn’t miss the look you were giving him either. with a small chuckle, he met you halfway, bringing your plush lips to his. you tasted the strawberry chapstick he’d borrowed from you earlier in the day on his lips and licked at his mouth for more, making him open up and drag his tongue across yours. kissing nahoya always left you breathless and dizzy, like he was sucking the air out of your lungs but somehow his arms around you were keeping you from going completely weightless. he tugged lightly on your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling away completely and pulling at your hips to turn you around so your back was to the bar.

“hop up here, angel. i wanna say thank you for your hard work today,” he was breathing heavy, you had just as much of an affect on him as he did you.

“are you sure? souya wiped everything down so nice earlier…” you trailed off, thinking about how the somber twin would blow up if he found out what you and nahoya were planning get into after hours.

“angel…this was your idea! plus there’s no fucking way we’re gonna tell him. just let me take care of you how you took care of me, okay?” he insisted, thumbs rubbing little circles on your hips.

you sighed, lifting yourself backwards onto the bar table and spreading your legs enough for nahoya to fit between them. his hands ran up and down your thighs, pushing your skirt back past your knees and giving him a full look at your panties.

“fuck…look at you. always so fucking pretty for me,” he breathed out, barely a whisper but it still reached your ears. the change in his voice had you growing warm already. “lean that head back for me, angel,”

you obeyed, exposing your neck for him as he pulled your body closer to him by the hips. your clothed pussy was flush against his abdomen and his lips were quickly attached to the flesh of your neck, licking and sucking loudly.

“baby! if you leave marks i’m not gonna be able to hide what we got up to tonight,” you whined, weakly trying to push his attacking form back. “i want to help out with the lunch rush tomorrow!”

“fuck that,” he groaned against your skin. “you’re gonna need to take the day off tomorrow to rest up,”

the implications of his words had you clenching around nothing and grinding your body closer to his. you gently grabbed the sides of his face to bring him back up to your lips, kissing his sloppily. he moaned openly into your mouth, smug at how easily you’d given into him. you felt his smile through the kiss and it was driving you crazy and making you impossibly wetter.

“please hoya…” you breathed out between kisses. “need you now,”

he laughed darkly and pulled back from your swollen lips. two taps to your thigh had you spreading your legs for him again, giving his access to your now ruined panties. he tugged them down with practiced ease and you shivered a little when your ass touched the cool table surface. slowly, you began to reach for his pants to undo them as well but nahoya grabbed your hands and maneuvered your body back, laying you on your back on the length of the bar. “did you forget, baby? i’m rewarding you. you can help me afterwards,”

you groaned wantonly, knowing what was coming next. he crouched down until he was eye level with your throbbing core, making you hold your breath in anticipation. “please don’t tease, hoya. i want you!”

his response was to take both hands on either side of your mound, using his thumbs to spread your pussy open and lick a long strip up the entire length of your slit. you gasped, chest heaving at the sudden feeling and your legs tensed. nahoya wasted no time, giving you more licks and taking the time to spread you open for him. from your clit to your pretty little hole, he drug his tongue slowly and firmly, warming you up without making you think he was being a tease. you deserved it after all. everyone who visited today was greeted with your cheerful and smiling face, sending him compliments on his “lovely wife” on their way out after filling their bellies. he didn’t have the heart to correct them, after all…he was planning to wife you one day. but for now, he was content with making out with your pussy, giving you the kinds of feelings he knows only he can bring out of you. he felt your body tense and relax with his movements, then begin to tremble as he focused his tongue on your swollen clit. quicker strokes of the tongue here had him gripping the meat of your thighs for purchase. you were moaning and breathing heavy now, breathlessly telling him to take it easy or you’d cum too fast.

“i know what i’m doing, angel. just lay back and take it,” he cooed, leaving another kiss on your little bud. left hand moving from your thigh, he trailed down to your dripping slit, dragging his index finger along the folds and collecting your arousal. he brought his hand up to your lips, giving you that look. obediently, you opened your mouth and took his finger in, tongue cleaning yourself off of him without being told. the sight of you being so good for him had nahoya’s cock jumping in his jeans, but he had to focus on you right now, on making you feel good and showing you how much he liked having you around as his little helper.

bringing his lips back to your clit he licked and sucked in a steady rhythm, pulling sounds from you that he was happy nobody else was around to hear. you were covered in a thin film of sweat now, shirt pushed up past your breasts so that you could start pulling and twisting on your own nipples in response to the insane feelings your boyfriend was bringing out of you down below. it was so fucking hot in here, your mind filled with steam and pleasure and just nahoya.

“babe…more! gonna…g-gonna cum,” you squeaked out, legs wrapping around his shoulders and starting to squeeze.

he was basically grinning into your cunt at your words, roughly pushing his finger inside you to help push you over the edge and feel you explode all over his face. he could tell you were close, your legs were shaking around him and he could practically feel your pulse through your clit on his lips. just a little more, he just had to push you a little more.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh yes i’m cumming!” you cried out, feeling the electric pleasure wash over all over your body. you were panting, grabbing onto nahoya’s hair for some sense of grounding. he didn’t stop though, continuing to pump his finger into your quivering pussy and sucking relentlessly on your clit. the hand left on your thighs attempting to hold you still was bound to leave a mark tomorrow. finally, after what felt like full minutes later, your breathing slowed and your body floated back down from wherever the hell your smiley boyfriend managed to take it.

“that was…so god damn…good,” you managed to get out between deep breaths. nahoya laughed, wiping your cum from his lips and coming up to kiss you sweetly. you could still taste yourself on his lips and the that had you trembling all over again. “is it my turn to take care of you now, babe?,” you began, looking at him through lidded eyes heavy from the aftermath of cumming so hard.

nahoya responded with pressing himself against your body on the table, letting you feel exactly what you had done to him. his cock was straining against his jeans, you could feel it twitching sporadically as he looked right into your eyes. “i’m definitely not gonna turn down any more help from you, angel,”

-

“BRO! ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME?”

nahoya blinked hard, snapping himself out of the memory from last week. souya was pissed, nothing new but still not fun. what the hell had he even been saying?

“umm…yes? no? i don’t know..but you’re right. i am about to head out for the day,”

souya rolled his eyes hard at the redundancy his brother was spouting off, and watched as the older twin shrugged off his apron and untied the bandanna keeping his hair down.

“i owe you one for this, little bro,” nahoya teased, punching souya in the shoulder before hopping over the empty bar and heading to the door.

“whatever…just be ready to close on your own whenever i get a girlfriend too,” the younger twin grumbled. he was happy for nahoya, he really was…he was just tired of seeing him all lovesick and horny when they were supposed to be focused on customers. things would go a lot smoother once his brother checked in with you. you always managed to keep him level headed.

“catch ya at home, alright?” nahoya waved and bidded farewell to his twin as well as the couple people sitting inside the shop, then he slipped out the door. with a little spring in his step and a grin ghosting his lips, he grabbed his phone and quickly punched your contact.

“hey, angel. it’s me! i’m on my way to you right now….yeah for real! it’s been a tough day, though…you really wanna help?….be ready for me when i get there, naked and spread wide like i like, okay?….good girl. be there in 10,”