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princessbrunette · 10 months ago

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CRUSH ♡

… based loosely on the song crush by ethel cain ⊹˚. ♡

pairing: linecook!jj maybank + sweetheart!reader

synopsis: you’re head over heels for your bad-boy coworker, jj— the linecook for the outerbanks beachside restaurant you waitress at. a customer spilling coffee over your uniform catalysts a chain of events.

cw: a gun but no violence, shitty customers, jj being jj, smut.

You didn’t really know about restaurant employee culture until you started your job as a waitress. Stereotypes, things that fate would just simply decide to come true in every single restaurant no matter what. Waitresses were either the sweetest people you’d ever met or the bitchiest, managers had favourites and if you weren’t one of them they treat you like shit, the kid who gets stuck on dishwasher duty was always younger than everyone and fell in love with all the waitresses— uber specific and odd stuff. Oh, and that linecooks were troubled, or whores.

JJ Maybank was more troubled than the latter. Well, you’d hoped so anyways. You’d had a crush on the blonde linecook from your very first day, a quieter morning at the beginning of spring when the beachside restaurant was criminally understaffed. Your manager had appointed him to show you around before either of you had even made it inside, the tough older woman calling him out as he arrived to work, climbing off his bike, chewing on a toothpick with headphones over his ears. Your heart had fluttered when he bantered with the older woman, pointing to the music-playing-muffs over his ears, mouthing an ‘I can’t hear you, sorry’ when she’d approached him.

You’d felt embarrassed almost, like you were taking up his time. He was clearly comfortable here, had a good relationship with everybody— even the manager who seemed to hate the world tenfold. She’d yanked off his headphones and jut her thumb towards you as he stared her down with a mischievous grin.

“Maybank, I need you to show around the newbie— uh, what’s your name again sweetheart?” She spins to you, and for the first time JJ’s eyes flicker towards you, brows jumping up just a hair, a micro-expression that only you could hold onto for hope. Hope that he might be a little interested. You speak your name, and he’s swerving around the manager in his white tshirt, apron tied lazily around his waist, hung down, not even wearing it over his shirt like he’s meant to, black backwards cap over blonde messy hair.

“Well it is very nice to meet you ma’am.” He juts out a hand with a stupidly large grin that makes you feel even more shy.

You remember that day so clearly, the blonde showing you the ropes, practically training you whilst your manager chain smoked out the back. You remembered how you hadn’t had a proper school-girl style crush like this since forever, and one day into working at the restaurant you were already head over heels for the loud and hyperactive Pogue.

A few months down the line, and your bond had blossomed. Well, somewhat — it was a busy restaurant, lots of waitresses and cooks and customers. There wasn’t always time for chit-chat and flirting. Which sometimes you were grateful for, plates clanking awkwardly in your hands as you spot a more confident waitress trying her luck with him, hair twirled around a long finger. You were delusional enough to believe JJ seemed politely disinterested at the least, choosing to busy himself with ruffling the top of your head with his knuckles as you pass by him, hiding your smile at his acknowledgment.

You wouldn’t say the two of you were friends. You’d hoped not anyway, dreading being stuck in the friendzone with the guy you’d spent months pining after. You couldn’t be friends because you’d never hung out with him outside of work, not that you’d deny him but he’d never asked. You’d seen him around, don’t get it twisted — that group of friends of his; the brunette one who always seemed to be the talk of the town, the darker skinned boy who seemed too smart to be slumming it on a boat smoking weed, and a girl — who laughed at all of JJ’s jokes and threw glares to anyone she deemed too ‘Kook-y’. That was some serious intel, but you swear up and down you weren’t a stalker— just paying attention when you’d see him outside of the workplace.

JJ made it clear you were his favourite waitress. Well, he’d said it himself, holding a plate just out of your reach when you’d come to collect an order, playful smirk on his face as he stares down at you. “Can I have my order?” you pretend to hate it, hiding your smile as you huff, reaching out.

“I dunno, I could almost swear there’s a magic word that you’re missing there, girlie. Y’wanna help me out with that? Orrrr…” He tilts his head, playing dumb and you let the smile free— cheeks pushing up as you gaze at his stupid expression.

“Please, JJ.” You offer sweetly instead of sassing him, which makes his heart clench a little because you were just an absolute sweetheart by nature. He lowers the plate, hovering it above your palm and giving you a more serious look.

“Plates hot, alright? Better be careful with those delicate mittens.” You roll your eyes bashfully and he presses it into your palm. The plate was warm at best, it seeming that JJ would say anything just to keep the conversation going longer than it needed to.

“Thank you.” You smile once it was in your hand and he nods, faux solemnly as he backs off back to his work station, ignoring the knowing stare from his partner linecook.

“So polite, s’why you’re my favourite, princess.” He points with a wink and you turn away before he can see how flustered it made you. Princess, are you kidding me? It’s like he wanted to make you drop the plate. He watches the door swing as you head back out into the bustling restaurant, and jumps a little in surprise when he turns back to come face to face with another linecooks smirk.

“Playin’ favourites, huh Maybank?”

The blonde itches his cheek, bashful with a shrug— going back to chopping a carrot like he was before.

“Yeah well— doesn’t everyone do that here?” He tries to brush it off, head swivelling to glance back at the door, just incase you overheard.

“Yeah… yeah, chose a pretty one though, I’ll give you that. Lemme know when you’re done with it, I wanna play.” He speaks with a stomach-turning smile, and certainly doesn’t miss the way JJ’s jaw clenches, knife nearly going not only through the carrot but the chopping board too. Dont cause a scene now, Jayj.

JJ was troubled, like you’d said. You’d heard whispers from waitresses or friends of a friend outside of work — things about his father always being in jail, the blonde himself ending up in overnight cells a series of times. You’d heard about fights, his name always ringing close to the scene, even car chases and rumours about his run ins with big time criminals— but you wasn’t sure how verifiable any of these were.

It didn’t seem totally far fetched though, the Pogue occasionally showing up to his shift with his head down, a new bruise splattered on his cheek bone or a gnarly gash. He had one the day things changed, a cut through his lip, gone almost black from blood constantly drying after he’d assumably lick it open. From a glance, it almost looked like a lip-ring, and he sported it well with a large greenish yellow bruise beside his eye over his temple. You wish you felt close enough to ask where they came from, but knew that would be prying. You didn’t even wanna listen in when you’d see the manager nod him into her office to give him ‘the talk’ and ask about it presumably, which you’d also guessed she’d gained no information from as he’d leave her office looking casual whilst she still wore that slightly frustrated and worried look on her face.

Everyone seemed to be in a weird mood that day, even the customers. It wasn’t really his fault, the man somehow backing into you abruptly enough for you to spill an old container of coffee all down yourself. Well, to rephrase — it was an accident, which was actually the best case scenario considering you’d had drinks poured down you on purpose for making them wrong before.

You get that awful coil of embarrassment in your stomach when you walk into the kitchen, beige staining right through your usual pristine uniform and falling in droplets off the ends of your hair. JJ sees the pout before the stains, and it comes as no surprise to the other linecooks when he rushes over like prince charming.

“You good? Someone do that to you?” He’s already trying to bound past you to go and ‘handle the situation’ (AKA, kick them out) but you shake your head— not really upset just tired, and now cold thanks to the old coffee soaking through to your skin.

“It was an accident. I don’t have anything to change into so I don’t know if I should just… go home, or something.” You hold your hands out in frustration, looking down at yourself.

“Oh, nah— don’t sweat it. Got a spare shirt in my locker you can wear. S’just a white t-shirt, should do the trick.” He steps backwards.

“But it’s not uniform?” You furrow your brows and he huffs out a chuckle at you always being such a stickler for following the rules. “Our manager will have my head, surely.”

“Think she’d rather that than you walkin’ round smellin’ like cold brew.” He fishes through his pockets and tosses you a small key with a red triangle keychain on the end, the key to his locker in the staff cloakroom. “Help yourself.”

“Thanks Jayj.” You smile, excusing yourself shyly at the use of the nickname you’ve heard others use on him but always chickened out on. He noticed, because he shows all his teeth when he smiles and nods, turning back around.

The cloakroom always smells weird— like mulch and rubber, a cold and windowless room with a bench and a wall of seafoam lockers. You flip the key in your hand, spotting the number on the back and match it to the lockers. Wearing JJ’s shirt, huh — you smile to yourself, feeling giddy and stupid at the butterflies that brush their wings against the inside of your stomach. He was just doing you a favour, sure — but you got to prance around wearing him all day, and that was enough to fuel your delusion. You off your stained shirt, leaving you in just a small and flimsy tank top that you usually wear beneath it incase of accidents like this.

You open the locker, and something black immediately drops out onto the floor, echoing loudly and bouncing once a tiny bit by your feet. The weird clinical lighting of the cloakroom casts a dark shadow below where your head searches down for it, so you move slightly— brows furrowing when you see the shape of it.

Your brain clearly hasn’t processed or caught up with just quite what you’re looking at as you bend down, lips parted as you pick the item up in your hand, standing back to full height once more. In your hand, you stared directly at a gun. A pistol, to be precise. You seem to be in shock, the weapon glued to your hand despite anyone being able to walk in and get you fired and or reported to the police within a matter of seconds. You turn the weapon in your hand in fascination, whispering a “What the…” to yourself.

JJ leans against the doorway with a forearm, just now remembering what resided in that very locker other than the shirt he so generously offered. He’s distracted for a moment by your skin, the skin on the back of your arms and your back as you stand with your uniform shirt bunched in your hand, until of course he spots what’s held in your other hand and physically winces.

“Shit, uh—” JJ vocalises and your head snaps around, sighing in relief once you see that it’s just him. You’re back to marvelling in shock at the item in an instant, ogling between him and the weapon. “So, that’s — that’s not what it looks like—”

“A gun?” You whisper the second word, looking up at him with wide eyes and he points the pistol downwards with his finger when you hold it accidentally facing him.

“Well, okay I mean yes — it’s a gun, but I had no choice. Had to momentarily keep it here, alright? I took it in for a friend and —”

“What are you, some kind of hitman?” You shake your head, earrings jangling a little with your stressed little gesture which would usually warm his heart if he wasn’t focused on deescalating.

“Okay, first of all— why don’t I take this from you missy,” He eases the gun out of your hands and accidentally fumbles it inside his locker, the weapon clattering against the echoey walls making him let out a quiet ‘whoops’ before placing a black gym bag on top of it. He turns to you. “Secondly, no okay I’m not a hitman— I haven’t ever shot a person with this thing.”

“Then… why do you have it?” You furrow your brows, seeming to have calmed down a little, which was relieving despite your reaction being totally valid.

“W—you know, gotta stay strapped. Protect my people.” He shrugs, attempting nonchalance and your eye twitches, realising how different the two of you are. JJ, bad boy with a gun in his locker— and you, straight arrow waitress. “Look all m’saying is if you told me someone was messing with you… I wouldn’t hesitate.”

You stare at him dumbfounded, wondering what on Earth he was going through to lead him to owning a gun, but you daren’t ask— even now. You eye him, brows knitting cutely.

“And you’re sure you’re not some serial killer?” You ask, folding your arms. Mostly joking. Mostly.

“Yeah nah I couldn’t do the whole choppin’ up dead bodies thing, m’pretty squeamish n’I got this thing with my gag reflex where y’know, I — I just—” He gestures to his throat, head bobbing with a preemptive gag but sees the way you’re staring at him like he’d just stepped off a space ship from Mars and decides against the bit, clearing his throat and glancing into his locker. “Enough of that uh— why don’t I go ahead and grab you that shirt you were after…” He reaches inside his locker, pulling out balled up white shirt, quickly turning it back from being inside out.

“There y’go…” He murmurs as he does so to no one in particular before shoving his arms inside and pulling the head hole wider before stuffing you inside it, tugging it until your head pops out, still staring at him a little dumbfounded. “Peekaboo.” He smiles nervously before leaving you to shove your own arm holes through, pulling it down over your tank top. He awkwardly watches before you hand him back his key and he locks his locker once more, glancing around at you.

“So about the—”

“Your secrets safe with me JJ. Thanks for the shirt.”

You swan around in the white fabric like it’s a ball gown for the rest of the day. Delusional didn’t feel like the right word, no— he gave you the shirt, which in your head is flirting— handing you the opportunity to daydream about being his girlfriend and wearing his clothes all the time. Each time you moved you could smell him on you, that faint smell of cigarettes and just him — reminding you of the times you’ve caught him on a rough shift fumbling for a pack of Marlboro Red’s and heading out the back door to be angsty for a while before returning with a plastered on smile. You bite your lip, staring into space as you rub the material between your fingers, waiting for a table to flag you down, excited for the next time you could go into the kitchen and see him… have him see you, wearing his shirt only hoping it hot-wires his brain with some sort of romantic association. Oh, JJ Maybank. He just made you so… so…

“Ugh, mmph JJ!” You cry out, later that night. Guilty, you ended up in nothing but the t-shirt and two fingers stuffed into your weeping cunt. You felt kind of perverse, despite the million promises to yourself to wash the shirt immediately after to return to him— but also there was just something painfully arousing about touching yourself wearing it— every layer beneath it removed to have your hardened nipples peak beneath the thin white fabric, tousled and jostled up where your ribcage was as you grind your digits inside of you.

You were home alone, like usual — which gave you the perfect opportunity to moan his name. Too horny to care about the 0.05% chance he’s strolling in your area and walking past the window, hearing. Even the idea of that aroused you further in the moment, wondering just what he’d think if he knew the sweet and harmless waitress was defiling her cunt in his name, in his shirt. You think about best case scenario, the blonde with his rough hand around his cock— and you knew it was rough from the way it felt when he’d touch your arm or brush against your fingers when handing you a dish. Rough from working on his bike and handling hot food and other Maybank shenanigans that still lead him to fist at his dick in his room at night thinking of you, you and only you.

You cum in your palm and feel disgraced. Poor JJ. You’re a total pervert and you must wash that shirt.

Except you don’t, and you fall asleep— returning to work in your spare uniform the next day. Empty handed. JJ doesn’t notice, hell — he doesn’t care. He’s stacked up with so many orders you almost feel bad even though it’s not your fault. Maybe you’re still riding off the guilt of masturbating in his shirt. There’s a sick sense of pride that twists in your gut when you look at him though. Boyish, sometimes thoughtless blonde with no idea that you came so hard moaning his name just a matter of hours before facing him again. You catch him in a quieter moment, leaning over to his station with a stressed expression to tell him that you forgot to bring his shirt back, to which he just responds with a shrug and a careless wave that read as ‘It’s cool.’ That was the JJ you knew. Cool, calm, didn’t give a shit. You got butterflies at the minute gesture. God, get a grip.

The next time it comes up, it’s because he brings it up. Catching you on your break, a cheekful of pasta he’d made for you to quickly cram down before your manager gets onto you for slacking off— JJ approaches your little table outside, blonde hair feathery and light in the sun. “Howdy there, shirt thief.” He grins lightheartedly, pulling out the other chair on the small circle table you sat at and straddling it backwards, leaning his arms on the backrest.

You nearly choke on your pasta at the speed you go to explain yourself— way to not make yourself seem guilty. “It’s in the washing machine, I literally just kept forgetting I’m sorry JJ.” You look all sweet and worried in the way that makes him wanna pinch your cheeks, so he fiddles with his lighter instead, flicking it on and off in his grasp.

“Nah you’re good.” He chuckles, staring out at the water the restaurant overlooked. It was a windier day, and even from where you sat you could hear the loud roaring of distant waves. “Hey uh— you want a ride home on the old bike? I can come in and grab it if like— if that’s cool.” He suggests, almost seeming a bit hesitant, nervous even.

“Oh! Yeah, I mean I’d have to stick it in the dryer first but you’re free to hang out whilst it dries… unless you really gotta go then, you can have your shirt back damp, I guess.” You mirror the nervous energy tenfold, practically stumbling over yourself to not sound as eager as you were. JJ, in your house.

“Yeah, sweet. Cool cool cool cool.” He bops his head, drumming on the table before suddenly his name was called from inside.

“Maybank! These fish aren’t gonna fry themselves, you know that right?” The tough, unmistakable chain smoker voice of your manager rings through the air and JJ winces theatrically for your entertainment, making you giggle the same way a child might after a party clown does something stupid. It was kind of pathetic, but atleast JJ found it endearing.

You weren’t lying about the shirt, thankfully. Honest — the JJ smell was gone so you’d tossed it in the washing machine before you’d head out onto your shift, planning on finally (reluctantly) returning it the next day.

He pushes himself up to leave, before pausing and leaning over the table towards you. You freeze, and he brings his thumb to your cheek — swiping away a speck of sauce from the pasta that has splattered into your skin from how greedily you wolfed down his food. “Lemme just… get that for you.” He mutters as he does so, turning his thumb around to show you the sauce stain that had transferred to his skin and ease your confusion.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he holds your gaze as he leans back, bringing his thumb to his mouth, cleaning off the sauce. Oh, you sick bastard. He doesn’t even try and hide his smirk— and you stare dumbly at the space he stood even after he’s long gone.

The shift dragged on, tip tapping your feet whenever you stood still for too long, excited bubbles in your stomach fizzing up like shaken pop everytime you thought about the linecook. It felt like hours longer than usual, but finally — the end of your shift came. JJ’s had ended twenty minutes earlier, being replaced by another chef whose plates were always too hot and spoke too loud, making the last stretch of your working hour even tougher. You thought JJ might have forgotten about your little arrangement, just taking off to head home or to go and smoke on the rickety little boat you’d seen him on— but lo and behold, you step out the doors to that wretched place and there he is, leaning on his bike like something out of an 80s movie.

“No helmet?” You’re grinning by the time you reach him, barely containing your excitement. You don’t think you’ve even been on the back of one of these bikes before, let alone with the boy you’re crushing on. JJ scrunches his nose, wincing.

“Wasn’t countin’ on having anyone else on board today, that’s my bad.” He helps you climb on, ensuring you’re sat securely. “I’m a good driver, you’ll be alright. Just uh— hold on tight and I’ll avoid any big potholes, yeah?” He reaches back, taking your arms and wrapping them around his middle, forcing you against his warm back. He’d probably done that for plenty of people, the way it came naturally to him— but in that moment you didn’t care, just nodding as you leant more against him. You tell him your address, and he recognises it, someone he knows living near by. With that, the two of you are off.

You’re truly in bliss, closing your eyes with your cheek pressed to his back, wind whipping past your face. He is a good driver, and you dare even let yourself believe he’s being extra careful with you on board, none of the harsh turns or skids you’ve seen him do on the streets alone. Your cheeks start to ache with how much you’re smiling.

“You all good back there my lil’ backpack?” He pats your leg in a friendly manner at a stop light and you giggle, embarrassed with how fast goosebumps break out.

“Yeah, this is fun!” You yell at an unnecessary volume to be heard over the running engine, making him chuckle and glance round at you.

“Good, that’s good.”

You’re almost sad when the ride is over, his wheels coming to a slow as he parks up haphazardly beside your front lawn. You’re quick to pat your head down, knowing that journey must have you looking dishevelled at best and hop off the bike, patting the pocket of your shorts for your keys.

“My humble abode awaits.” You chirp, cringing afterwards but he smirks and follows you regardless, pulling up his pants boyishly as he stalks behind you up to your front door. Inside your head is a chant, one that consists of hoping and praying your parents wouldn’t be home so you didn’t have to do the whole awkward explanation thing, not that you didn’t have a totally valid excuse — and you were grown, so interacting with boys shouldn’t be the awkward dilemma that it was — but to them you were still their sweet girl regardless of age, and you’d like to keep it that way, which wouldn’t be possible being spotted ushering Pogue King JJ Maybank into your bedroom.

You unlock the door, calling out a ‘hello’ to be met with miraculous silence. JJ shuffles in behind you, closing the door for you and whistling quietly. “This place is pretty fancy, yeah… bet you got like, an electric toothbrush n’shit.” He comments, neck craning to look around as he follows you slowly through the house.

You huff a laugh out your nose, cheeks pressing upwards as you stroll through toward the kitchen. “An electric toothbrush?” You question.

“Yeaaah man, kook shit.” He peers nosily at the calendar, eyeing the events your family have coming up.

You spot a note pinned to the fridge and head towards it, shaking your head. “If I was a kook I wouldn’t be working at a restaurant getting coffee poured down me. Are electric toothbrushes the pinnacle of wealth in your eyes?” You laugh quietly, pulling the note off the fridge.

“Dude in eighth grade I lost my toothbrush and for a year all I had was my finger, some toothpaste and a dream.” He chats, appearing directly behind you and plucking the note from your hand. “Out ‘til late, pizza in fridge.” He reads blankly out loud and you take it back from him, tossing it aside.

“How’d you lose a toothbrush?” You chuckle, leading him out the kitchen.

“I be in situations.” He shrugs, following you to the short flight of stairs. To his core, JJ was truly just a guy— and took very little pride in watching you climb a few steps before he joined you so that he could check out your ass.

“Bet your dentist loved you.” You comment, glancing behind you at him making his eyes snap upwards guilty. He scoffs, wiping his hands on his pants like he was worried about dirtying up your house before grasping onto the bannister, skipping a few steps to hop up.

“Yeah, like I could afford one of those.”

On the landing, you point him towards the hallway, stepping back once you realised you were practically standing on top of him. He didn’t seem to notice, or mind, staring down at you for direction. “My rooms the last door on the right. I’m gonna go toss your shirt in the dryer, ‘kay?”

He nods once, strolling in the direction you pointed him. “Yes ma’am.”

You head to the laundry room and take a moment to collect yourself, sniffing his shirt to make sure it was properly clean before stuffing it into the dryer to turn it on. You lean against its circular door as it starts up, taking a breath before realising you left JJ Maybank alone in your bedroom.

You arrive at the door to your girly haven, immediately yanking a pair of panties off the ground and throwing them into a corner as you spot the blonde by the window, curiously looking around.

“So this is where the magic happens, I assume.” He glances at you, swiping his hat off his head and placing it on your dresser. Something about his gaze and the way it continually flickered to you, waiting for an answer suggested it was a genuine question. He was asking if you were seeing anyone, perhaps. You giggle.

“And if by magic you mean napping after work and reading books, yeah. It gets so magical in here, you wouldn’t believe it.” You sit on your bed, watching him semi-awkwardly pace infront of you, running hands through his hair before stuffing them into his pockets.

“Ah yeah, ha— forgot you were a real good girl. Should stay that way, I like it— and I mean like, there’s hella weirdos round here. Y’know? Better to… steer clear.” He rambles as you watch him with a smile. At work, the blonde seemed more calm, in his element— but here, in your terrain— he seemed slightly more on edge. You tried not to read into it.

Your stomach warms at the ‘good girl’ comment, lashes fluttering only a little before he’s distracted once more. You see him gazing ahead at the shelf above your vanity, opposite the bed where all your baby photos were lined up. His smile grows, and you see the cogs turn in his head.

He strides towards it in an instant, taking the framed image off the shelf. You jump up, following him to try and save yourself the embarrassment of whatever he was looking at but it was too late. He grins, turning his head to look down at you. “Oh wow, now don’t tell me this is you?” He holds the photo up beside your head, glancing theatrically between the two to compare and you bat him away.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re nosy?”

“Oh yeah, all the time. That, that is adorable though.” He’s immediately distracted by another photo, setting the one in his hand down to pick it up. “And who’s this?” He lifts the picture of your mother holding you as a baby.

“My mother.”

“Total fox. As expected.”

“Okay, no more for you.” You hide your amusement well, reaching out for the photo and grabbing it. He puts up little fight, letting you snatch the frame from his larger hand as he reaches for another, making a total mess of your embarrassing nostalgia display. This last picture is of you, around 5 years old— adorned in a pink princess dress and a plastic tiara, grinning at the camera.

“Aw.” He smirks, turning his body to face you. “Guess some things never change. Still a pretty princess.” You’re not sure if he’s mocking you now, because he’s tonguing at the cut on his lip which makes you gain a second heartbeat in your panties and you freeze up— which in itself is more embarrassing that this whole ordeal. He was a tease by nature he’ll admit, but this — this was fun. Seeing you get flustered was his new favourite thing.

You give him the exact reaction he’s after, failing to hide your smile as you lurch for the frame. He hides it behind his back and you stumble into him, stabilising yourself with both hands on his chest. He’s all… warm, and firm.

There’s a silence, but things are never quiet for too long with JJ. Thankfully.

“Damn, if you wanted to touch me up you could’a just asked. Pro’lly would’a said yes.” The smirk is yet to fade, infact you think it’s permanently stamped onto his mouth and your eyes widen just a smidge— scrambling for a witty comeback that didn’t make you look like a perverse idiot.

“I dunno, after you made fun of my baby pictures? Think I owe you two black eyes.” You tilt your head sweetly, proud of the response and his eyes flicker over your expression, eyes softening just a tad. Or maybe you imagined it.

“‘Think that’s a little extreme. How ‘bout a kiss instead?” You freeze, because it’s then you realise how close the two of you are still. Hes practically got you caged against your vanity, can probably hear how fast he’s got your heart beating— maybe smell the pathetic dribble of arousal seeping into your underwear just from being this close to him. You can’t tell if he’s kidding, and it seems he even caught himself a little off guard, blinking a few times during your stunned silence.

But then you look at his mouth, because asking a question like that is totally giving you permission to do so, and he takes that as an answer and leans in.

You’re so hypnotised when his mouth starts moving against yours that you nearly jump out of your skin when his large hands bracket your waist, pulling your body more flush against his. JJ was a good kisser, which lead you to indeed that he was infact— a whore. Well, maybe a former whore. Whatever, in that moment it didn’t matter— nothing mattered, just JJ and his tongue that was sliding against yours as the kiss heated up.

It feels like hours that your tongues are looping round eachother, snapped out the moment by the hungry blondes hands sliding down, your waist in his grip becomes suddenly your ass cheeks through your shorts, squeezing and pulling you against him practically lifting your entire body. It’s then you realise you having a working voice box, because you let out the most pathetic mewl you’ve ever heard yourself make. Even more pathetic than the noises you made only a few nights ago from your own hand.

He groans back almost as like a response, and with that — finally, he manoeuvres you to start walking backwards towards the very bed you fell apart on at the thought of what you were currently doing, or about to do. Your lips detach when the backs of your knees hit the bed, falling to sit down at the edge of it with a few bounces. He stares down at you for a couple of seconds, disorientated and sore-mouthed like even he can’t believe what’s happening— before he jumps into action. Jittery and clumsily like he always is.

“Should probably uh— if we’re gonna get on the bed I don’t wanna— poke you with somethin’” He stuffs his hands into his pockets, unloading them. His phone, his keys, earphones, cigarettes, wallet, other random knickknacks that would otherwise make you raise an eyebrow if you weren’t already so dazed by him. He’s about to return to you, before his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, as if he just remembered something — and he reaches into the back of his pants, pulling up the shirt that hung over his waistband to there retrieve his gun. He holds it up with a smile that said ‘How silly of me!’

You gape. “JJ, why do you have that?”

He shuffles some things around on your vanity, scrambling to make space for the piece. “Uh, had to bring it home today… lemme just… set that down there.” He places it next to your jewellery stand, the contrast in the items almost making you laugh in disbelief. “The old problem solver.” He mutters, giving it a fond pat before turning back to you, happy to carry on.

“What if my parents were to come home and see that?” You challenge with a pout, not too keen about him bringing a weapon into your house. He huffs out a smirk, leaning back down to where you’re sat, hands on your shoulders as he slowly lays you down.

“Think they’d be a little more concerned about the dirty pogue on top of their little girl, but y’know…” His words get lower and lazier as he draws in before locking his lips onto yours again, this time wasting no time with introducing his tongue.

You’re back in the zone, gun long forgotten within seconds— running your hands through his hair, over his strong arms, touching everywhere you’ve wanted to touch since you started working at the restaurant. Well, not everywhere.

He’s not holding back on being handsy either, body slotted between your legs after he lifts you further up the bed, grappling at your thighs, hips, and eventually tits. You can’t blame him, there’s desperation behind both of your actions — the fact you’d both wanted this for a while now slowly becoming clear. Your heart thumps hard at this realisation, suddenly less able to breathe and you pull back panting, breath trembling.

His eyes flicker over your face, watching your wet mouth as you ramble. “Wanted— mmph— wanted this for a while.”

He drags his lips over your cheek, pressing his hips against yours and you can feel him hardening. It does little to help you calm down. “Yeah, same… Is it… uh, is it weird I kinda didn’t want you to wash the shirt before givin’ it back to me?” He smiles, dropping another toothy peck to your mouth as his hands continue feeling you up.

Your eyes flutter closed once more when he softly grinds his bulge against your cunt, your knees tightening against his hips as you let out a silent moan, lips parted.

“H-had to. I slept in it.” You admit before you think, brain focused on other things. He laughs quietly against your jaw, smoothing his tongue over the now bitten skin.

“Aw, you did?” He creates some space between the two of you, his hand very slowly starting to trail down your body, past your stomach. “You got it so bad for me, huh?” He teases and you whine, openly and pathetically— spoiled and childish even. JJ didn’t seem the type to talk about his feelings easily, but teasing you for yours was outright mean.

“Shutup.” Comes with the whine, your breath catching pathetically as you feel the rumble of him slowly unzipping your shorts zipper at your crotch, lips detaching from your jaw for a second to look at what he’s doing, still chuckling.

“Thats rude.” He grins, quiet and lighthearted, elated when you start helping him pull your shorts down and kicking them carelessly off. If he wasn’t so desperate to get his hands on you, he would have taken more time to appreciate your cute little cotton panties with the bow on top. They were so you, exactly the sort he pictured you wearing, moreso pictured you soaking through the way you were now.

His hand slides over the length of your covered cunt, all but cupping you and pushing his fingers over the embarrassing amount of wetness on the fabric. “What else did you do in the shirt, hm? Talk me through it babe.”

He’s teasing you, not truly expecting much of an answer as he genuinely believed a sweet girl like you wouldn’t have the gall to do anything but sleep in his shirt. His lips trail down the centre column of your neck, and it bobs with a harsh swallow. Now, his interest is piqued.

“Can’t say!” You whimper, eyes screwed up, legs spreading wider as he gently thumbs at your clit through the fabric, just enough to stimulate you. You feel him remove his mouth from you, lifting his head into your direct eyeline with an amused raise of the brow.

“Well now sweetheart, you’re just gonna have to tell me.” His fingers tuck into the leg hole of your panties, like he wants to pull it aside but won’t. You realise he’s still watching you, waiting for an answer and that he’s not gonna go further until you speak. “Don’t be shy, tell Papa J what you—”

“Touched myself. I touched myself.” You release all in one breath. Now it’s his turn to ogle you, completely off guard. If he wasn’t hard as a rock before, he certainly was now. Probably leaking in his boxers too from how things felt down there. This was poor performance from him, he thought at the back of his mind. This fucked so early on? Shit, he knew he liked you but c’mon.

He peels your panties to the side and you squeak, the boy making no effort to touch you still— just letting the cool air of your room grace your glossy folds.

“And why would you do something like that, baby?” He noses at your cheek, trying to get you to open your eyes. You squeeze them harder before fluttering them open, so hot in the face and embarrassed when you find his gaze you think you might just die.

“Because I like you.” You whisper. It’s sweet, just like he thought you’d be when the time comes. He smiles, dimple deepening as his free hand cups your cheek.

“Because you like me.” He repeats in affirmation. It’s a little smug, he’ll admit — but having his dream girl beneath him had his ego on ten, what can he say. He slides two fingers through your wetness, dragging what he collected up your clit and circling it making you arch your back. “Gotta say, the feelings definitely mutual.”

He kisses you again, and this time it feels like something else. Like a confession, a proposal of some sort. It’s passionate, overwhelming in the best way, intimate — as his fingers start to move, stroking your clit and making your legs tremble in adrenaline.

As you writhe and moan beneath him, his lips swallowing as many as he can, unable to stay away— his other hand starts to slide up your work shirt. You wished you’d been wearing something sexier the first time the two of you got it on, but clearly it sort of did something for him.

If the speed at which he located and stimulated your clit wasn’t enough to convince you that the boy definitely had experience, it would be the way his hand slides around to your back, unhooking your bra singlehandedly. You can’t help but giggle through your whimpers and you’re not sure why, but he smiles too— murmuring “Party trick.” against your mouth. The smile is wiped from your face when his digit glides around your hole, as if lapping up all the wetness and then pushing in— all the way to the knuckle.

You moan and tense up a little, it’s been a while and your own fingers were definitely smaller than his. At your reaction. he pulls back only slightly— a look of concern poorly masked on his face.

“Are you… have you uh, been with a guy before? Or is this…”

“One guy, a while back. Not good at all.” You sigh and he nods patiently, lips twitching up when he starts to move his finger and your eyes flutter involuntarily. “Think I can work with that.”

He twists his wrist a little, working you with just one finger as he paws at your free’d tit, sucking on your tongue. You moan, the sound of your own wetness having its own presence in the room and he hums, pulling back to look down at the way you’re sucking his middle finger in.

“So pretty, you’ve been holdin’ out on me baby. Should be a crime to hide this cute little pussy, damn.” He whispers and you whine in preemptive embarrassment to the way you clench around him, making him chuckle again. “Oh yeah? She liked that, huh?”

“More, please—” You nearly choke on your own swallow as you lift your head, looking down at the way he’s got you spread out. Reaching downwards you gently tug at his wrist, not quite sure of the aim. “N—‘nother one.” You pant. Jeez, already totally fucked dumb and he hasn’t even made you cum. You were going to give JJ Maybank an even bigger head.

He doesn’t say anything, just sinks two fingers into your cunt and you make a noise he’s only heard in amateur porn videos from Twitter, dick usually nestled in his fist. He presses his lips together in a quiet ‘Mhm’ and your hands are back on him, desperate once more to consume him wholly.

Your nails rake through his hair as he finds his rhythm, tonguing at the cut on his lip with wide observant eyes that flicker between your face and your cunt. “Look at you go.” He responds to a moan— but JJ being JJ knows he can do better, which is why he stops thumbing at your nipple and pushes his hand into the bed instead, using the weight on his arm to start sliding down your body.

The first kiss against your stomach catches you off guard, and if you weren’t so dizzy from pleasure you might wanna think about it more. He repositions his hand, stroking your inner thigh as he pushes them wider apart and shushes you, now face to face with your glistening pussy. His fingers slow their movements for a moment.

“She’s real pretty.” His fingers slide out so he can make messy doing of spreading your folds with his fingers, licking his already wet lips.

“Thank you.” You mewl happily, eyes watery as they gaze down at him like he hung the moon and stars for you.

“You’re so sweet.” He smiles genuinely and fairly innocently up at you as he strokes your thigh affectionately— before of course counteracting that by shooting out a thick bubbling glob of spit directly onto your clit, making your jaw drop. Lifting your thighs, he murmurs. “So sweet you get me hard. S’kinda unfair… at work.” Before he chases the spit with the flat of his tongue, bringing the muscle up to then wrap his lips around your clit and suck.

No noise can leave you for a few seconds, brows furrowed and jaw dropped in a silent moan until he forces the noise out of you by stuffing his fingers back inside your weeping hole.

“Oh— oh, JJ!” Your toes curl and in record time you feel your first orgasm approaching. It’s different from the ones you give yourself, it’s a ball of fire in your stomach and heat licking up your spine, eyes even watering at the exertion.

“Yeah say my name, c’mon.” He coaches you, moving his tongue faster like he’s competing with himself to make you cum.

“JJ, mmpph— feels— it feels—” You nearly sob.

“How’s it feel?”

“M’gonna—”

“Cum, babydoll. I got you.”

White noise. Like, almost the sounds of waves crashing. It doesn’t really feel like you’re a person anymore — but one thing is for certain. You have never cum like that in your life. You must of been on autopilot, moaning and whining pathetically, slurring out nonsense and maybe a twisted version of his name— but when you come back to Earth you’re near hyperventilating.

You slap at his shoulders with shaky hands because his lips are still latched onto your pulsing nub, fingers still squelching and working the release out of you. “Ok—okay, Jayj— please!” You let out a pathetic little cry and he eases up, pushing himself off you with a satisfied hum and grinning cheekily, letting you push out his fingers. You suck in shaky breaths, letting him soak in the moment by bringing his fingers to his mouth and cleaning them off.

“Better than anything I make, can tell you that.” He jokes. “Taste that shit, s’fuckin’ delicious.” He eases his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck off the remains with a humiliated mewl before removing them, leaning over you to kiss you. God, it’s embarrassing how much you soaked his face. Really, how it ended up on his forehead— you wasn’t sure. You were too focused on your own taste he was forcing into your mouth with his tongue, purposeful and cocky, making sure to roll his own wet muscle over your tastebuds so that you never forget who made you cum that hard.

It’s then, and only then he realises you’re freaking a little and lets you off for a break, cupping your cheek as he pulls back. “Are you good?” He chuckles and you inhale deeply, still trembling. You’re not sure what he does, because everything’s all hazy but he manhandles you a little until he’s cradling you in strong biceps, brow creased. “Did I go too hard? I may— may have gotten a lil’ carried away there. My apologies.” He holds up a hand that wasn’t cradling you.

“Was just— haven’t — it’s never felt like that before. Never felt that good.” You admit, which brings back his dimple and that sickeningly soft look in his eyes.

“What can I say, you deserve the best there is when it comes to receiving orgasms, and I,” He presses his mouth back on yours, kissing you between each word. “Am the best, there, is, at, giving them.” On the last kiss you lean into it, holding him there, as you’re ambushed by an unexpected feeling.

Some kind of surge in your stomach, like butterflies but bigger, your heart pounding. If you weren’t so dazed you’d be worried the L word was coming to doom you early. The feeling made you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him back ontop of you, jean clad bulge pressed back against your sensitive heat as you moan, high pitched and happy against him.

He pulls back to make some kind of joke, maybe a comment about your recovery time but you beat him to the chase, staring up into his dilated pupils with love hearts occupying your own. “Wanna make you feel good, Jayj.”

“You—how—”

You suckle on your bottom lip, hand bravely travelling down to cup the bulge that was calling to attention in his jeans. His breath catches in his throat, lips parting to let out a quiet and surprised groan.

“I’ve never—” Your face is hot again. “Never given a blow job before but—”

“Next time. Yeah? If you’ll let me I kinda just… wanna fuck you.” He smirks and hides it in your jawline, almost too shy in the moment to look you in the eye. Your brows furrow with a silent whimper at his words.

“Next time?” You mewl happily like you’re floating on air. At this he pulls back, a hopeful grin.

“If you’ll have me, that is. Figured I should take you out on a real date.”

You don’t have time to respond, he doesn’t let you— perhaps out of nerves. Instead, he’s working your panties that had been pushed to the side down your legs, followed by pulling your tshirt over your head. “Peekaboo, there she is.” He smiles quietly and you giggle, thinking back to the time at the locker where he pulled his shirt over your head. You toss your loose bra away from the bed, now laying bare beneath him.

He sits back on his knees, hands instinctually lifting to his head like he wanted to fix his hat, a habit you noticed of his that would occur when he’s overwhelmed or in awe. He settles on running his hands through the blonde tresses instead, big goofy smile on his face.

“Holy shit. I mean like — holy shit.” He breathes and you turn your head shyly, then reaching out to tug at his shirt.

“You too.” You gesture to his shirt and he offs it within a second, not wanting to look away from your naked body from a minute. Once his hands are free again, he’s sliding them up to your chest, greedily massaging your tits in both hands.

“Fuck, you are so fine. I mean like I think I nearly came in my pants.” He admits quietly and you tug at his belt, having to remind him of what you were actually doing.

“C’mon, Jayj— want you to fuck me!” You whine, all doe eyes and pouts, not even registering how pathetic and desperate the sentiment was — only making his cock throb harder. He buckles slightly, like it physically pains him and he nods quickly, fumbling with his belt until he could pull his jeans down just enough to release himself.

It’s long, pink and pretty like you expected — pearly precum gathering at his tip. He grasps it infront of you, eyes flickering between yours and his dick, suddenly looking hesitant. “So uh, this is what m’ working with.” He announces awkwardly, overthinking everything — but it doesn’t matter because you’re wrapping a delicate hand round it, guiding him to your entrance.

“Woah there missy, okay uh— hold your horses. This job don’t pay either of us enough for you to get knocked up.” He side rolls off the bed hobbling over to the dresser for his wallet, retrieving a condom and returning. You would have laughed, but you get all embarrassed and teary eyed about how overly eager you’d been.

“Sorry. I wasn’t thinkin’.” You pout and his eyes flutter up to yours, kneeling between your legs.

“Hey? You’re good.” He tears the packet open with his teeth and you clench around nothing. “You’re good.” He repeats, stroking your thigh as he eases the rubber onto his cock. “Still up for it, babe?”

You bite your lip with a sniffly giggle, nodding and he grins himself, laying on top of you to press a sloppy kiss to your mouth. He pulls away, and he lines himself up before slowly easing himself in.

Your legs around his waist hug him tighter and your toes curl at the stretch, wincing. “You got it.” He encourages, voice breathier like it teetered on a moan which only made you flutter around him.

“S’big, JJ.” You whimper and he huffs against your neck.

“I— thanks.”

Once he’s in, he’s in — and you can see how his fingers and tongue were only just the appetiser. He fucks like it’s the last time, like his life depends on it— rolling his hips, his hands somehow in ten places at once, his tongue — oh his tongue, it’s in your mouth, then down your neck, then looping around your nipple making you clench and whine and cry.

He starts to speed up, unable to control himself as his hands slide under your lower back to hold you, thumbing at your waist. “Shit, shit, shit.” He grits his teeth, having to contain himself there and then from cumming when he sees the way your tits bounce beneath him. “Takin’ that shit so good, huh? Jesus baby.” He wrinkles his nose in exertion, panting.

“S’just so good, JJ— mmph!”

“Yeah? Y’gonna think of this everytime I see you, shit, everytime I see you in the kitchen? Givin’ me those big sexy fuck me eyes everytime I hand you a plate? Shit baby, pretty little waitress, huh. N’ you’re all mine now. So freakin’ lucky.” Hes rambling, nonsensical— already pussy drunk.

You’re in ecstasy. Not only from how he felt, but from how you were making him feel. It occurred to you that no one seems to talk about the validation you receive from finally getting to fuck your crush, watching them come apart over you. You wanted more, wanted to impress him.

In a trance, you push at his stomach, shuffling upwards so he reluctantly pulls out, concern on his clammy face. You fumble, rolling onto your front, sticking your ass in the air, looking over your shoulder.

“Please.” You plead, and you’re not sure what for— but it works, the blonde puffing out his cheeks with a dramatic exhale, lining himself behind you and pushing in. “Gonna be the death of me, babydoll.”

You may have overestimated your abilities, crying pathetically when he bottoms out, his cock feeling ten times it’s size from this angle.

“Arch that back baby, there you go, just like that.” He whispers, pressing down on your lower back making you sob. You fuck back against him, pressing your cheek to your pillow, fingers curling into it for security. “Good girl, that’s right.” He drops a hand beneath you, finding your clit once more and as a surprise ambush, you cum— suddenly and embarrassingly, gushing around his cock leaving a ring of cream at his base.

He doesn’t stop this time, giving you a moment to catch your breath as you whine and mewl like a distressed kitten. No, if anything — he goes harder, his own release on the precipice. The bed is creaking now, wooden headboard smacking the wall as he leans his weight on the back of your arms, pelvis slapping against your ass. Little squeaks are punched out of you with each thrust, and when you think he’s reached a crescendo— he slows.

“Fuck, fuck turn around baby. Need to see that pretty face to cum, c’mon.” He pants in one breath, fighting you back onto your back and sliding back in with ease this time, pushing one knee up to your chest and rolling his hips, eyes squeezed shut.

He tries to keep them open, eyes everywhere— your tits, your big wet eyes, your lips. Like he can’t help himself, he sloppily cups your cheek, a thumb brushing your bottom lip. Wanting to help him along in your post orgasm brain-fog, your tongue peeks out, trying to catch the finger as he bounces you on his cock. Once you’ve got it, you wrap your lips around it, sucking with devotion and love hearts in your eyes.

“Oh my— god” He whimpers, finally dropping his cheek to your chest as he ruts into you, spilling his seed. You moan at the feeling, scratching at his back and fluttering around him. The butterflies return.

After ten minutes, you’re laying on his thick bicep— his blunt fingernails scratching your scalp at the bottom of your skull. The dryer beeps distantly, signifying that it’s completed its cycle.

Maybank is staring at you, like he’s trying to memorise your face, like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you. An amused smile breaks out onto your face, trying to hide it in his arm as you press a kiss there. At this, a grin spreads on his own face, questioning.

“You know… I do actually have an electric toothbrush.”

“I freaking knew it.”

#linecook!jj #jj maybank fic 🎀

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chimielie · 1 year ago

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what it is

summary: Oikawa x Reader. he makes it out of the friendzone (with some help)

word count: 1.3k

cw: nothing, oikawa in glasses

a/n: i wrote this in under an hour while heavily caffeinated?;!;!4& brain melting

“You’re late,” you say with a grin. Oikawa Tooru pouts at you, his team jacket folded over his arms. He’s already changed out of uniform, you notice; must have exchanged it for a white t-shirt and slacks in the locker room.

“I was swarmed,” he claims as the two of you start to walk together. You roll your eyes and don’t even bother making a jab about his popularity with the girls (and people of all genders, really). At this point, you’ve accepted that deranged fans come with the territory of being friends with the volleyball team captain.

You met Oikawa on the first day of your first year at Aoba Johsai and had been friends ever since. Even though you had no interest in the sport at first, his love for volleyball was infectious. He had even roped you into being the team’s manager. You still weren’t sure how he had pulled that off, but you didn’t mind too much—you’d grown to love the team and the sport too, in your own way.

Despite your closeness, you’d never really understood why he had a fan club, especially as a teenage school athlete. You expected his popularity to grow when (not if) he went professional, but the idea of swooning over some guy you had pre-calculus classes with was totally foreign to you. It was a running joke among your friends that you were immune to Oikawa’s looks and charming magnetism (and, honestly, to all four of the team’s upperclassmen. You could acknowledge how objectively attractive they all were even though none of them seemed to fit your niche).

Sometimes, you caught Oikawa making strange expressions while your friends teased you about not liking him. It felt like you were the only one who noticed these kinds of things, sometimes. You really liked being able to read him so easily: both of you had saved each other under the contact name “Platonic Soulmate” in your phones.

You chalked up the weird faces to your friend’s first-rate ego, and even though you knew that the notion of one person not being desperately in love with him wouldn’t scratch the surface of his self-esteem, you always found yourself taking his hand surreptitiously or leaning your head on his shoulder when you did see him looking mopey. He always perked up, after that, and all would be sunshine again.

Today, everyone else had bailed on you when you suggested a joint ice-cream-and-study-date before next week’s exams. Iwaizumi had claimed that Oikawa was too loud and always distracted him, so he couldn’t seriously try to study together. Matsukawa had to babysit and refused to bring the brats, as he affectionately called his siblings, to get sweets. Hanamaki had just quirked his eyebrows at you and said, “I don’t feel like third wheeling. Thanks, but no thanks.”

You hadn’t really understood what he meant, but you hadn’t questioned it.

Oikawa had almost begged off to do some solo practice, too, but you’d made a fuss about nearing the end of your high school experience and worrying that you would fall out of touch when volleyball became his whole life (even moreso than it was now!), and he’d caved with an overdramatic sigh and a soft look that told you he wasn’t all that mad about your guilt-tripping.

You’re broken from your thoughts when you reach the ice-cream shop, Oikawa jabbering in your ear about some drama you can’t keep up with.

“And then she told me—ah, I can’t read the menu. You know, they were late refilling my contact prescription this month, so I’ve been carrying around my glasses, I hate it. So unflattering.”

You worry your lip as you stare at the flavor chart, barely listening to him talk.

“I’m sure it’s,” you start, turning to him as he slides the case out of his pocket and puts the frames on his face in a smooth motion. “Um.”

The glasses are not unflattering, you think dumbly, staring at him, your sentence hanging unfinished. The glasses perch on his nose perfectly, making you appreciate, for the first time, the shape of his nose and his cheekbones. Had they always been that sharp? And since when had his eyes been so pretty, reflecting the sunlight in so many shades, framed with long eyelashes that would have made you jealous if you weren’t so—

You reach out and lift the glasses off his face slowly, hoping that the old, familiar features that you’d never felt anything but friendship-friendly feelings towards would return. You can still see it, though: the divot of his Cupid’s bow is appealing, now, his smooth skin glowing to you, his surprised expression fucking adorable. You drop the frames back onto his nose.

Very abruptly, whatever immunity you once had to Oikawa’s looks is demolished in one fell swoop.

“I have to go have a midlife crisis,” you say decisively, and march out of the shop.

“Hey! What—where are you going? You’re not even middle-aged?” Oikawa calls after you, and you try steadfastly to ignore him, but every sense seems to have been awakened to your friend. Your face flushes, and you start walking faster, nearing the pace of a jog even though your limbs are stiff.

You finally pull over in a quieter, slightly more secluded spot between two buildings. You lean against the wall, closing your eyes, trying to remind yourself to take deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says, and you curse his long, athlete legs for having followed you so swiftly. “What’s wrong?”

You open your eyes. He’s still wearing the fucking glasses. Rest in peace, you think to yourself, surely my heart is going to give up soon, at the rate it’s going. Your lips part, but you can’t seem to get the words out. His worried gaze studies you until he finds something—exactly whatever you didn’t want him to see. A slow smile unfurls over his face, and you narrow your eyes. Ugh, how dare his smugness be attractive too, now?

“I should wear the glasses more often, huh?” He says, and you shake your head no frantically.

“Please don’t,” you say. “It’s, like, it doesn’t even matter anymore, anyway, I can’t unsee it now.”

“Unsee what?” He cocks his head, and he’s getting closer, and there’s nowhere to back away from him because you’re up against a wall—

“You’re hot!” You wail. “I saw it and I’m never gonna stop thinking it now, it doesn’t even matter what you wear, I’m doomed! This is the worst thing ever, ‘Kawa, how’m I supposed to go on… I can’t be your friend and a part of your fan club. I don’t think I can even be a part of your fan club ‘cause I don’t just think you’re hot, I think I have a crush on you—oh, my God, I have a c—”

Your increasingly frantic rambling is cut off by Oikawa sealing his lips to yours. The kiss is quick and sweet, and when he pulls away he still looks so, so handsome, and so concerned.

“Please breathe,” he says, and you nod, gaping at him in shock. “I like you too, okay? Please stop having a crisis.

“Okay,” you exhale, bracing your hands on his shoulders. “Okay. I’m still freaking out, though. I think the only way to stop it is to keep kissing me.”

Oikawa heaves a big, overdramatic sigh, and leans in, his glasses bumping your face; giving in to you, just like he always does.

#WAS this inspired by the time i saw my bf in glasses and literally went to my friend’s dorm and screamed for sixteen seconds (he timed it)#well i’m not telling. that’s a secret.#oikawa: i like you #reader (visions of oikawa in that godawful plaid outfit swimming thru their head): i think even that’s hot now. i have to get a lobotomy #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tōru x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu!! x reader fluff #hq x reader fluff #oikawa x reader fluff #hq!! fluff #the word fluff doesnt look real anymore

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herejusttosufferalong · 3 months ago

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I don't think Nic and Luke have talked, seriously, since JF in NYC. I think there may have been a few check ins but nothing of note.

I think she was caught off guard by papgate and was PISSED, not just about the pics and the fallout, but about Luke's total lack of accountability in the situation.

He nor his team did much of anything while he was facing an obscene amount of backlash from the fan base.

They simply ignored the elephant in the room.

We first saw Nic's irritation with the passive aggressive post four days after the release and then ending with the SATC TT.

We know she helped his ass out with the Brazil pic to post after the JF interview. I think she said goodbye there.

She did more to help him than he was willing to do for himself or anyone else.

Things calmed down with Paris but then the games picked right back up in LA, it's the only way children know how to entertain themselves.

Nic was silently watching all of this while hanging out with JD.

July was a MESS all around because not only do you have the GQ event and Italy but then you have DM so far up Nic's ass she is covered in shit.

Luke and Nic never seemed further apart.

Biggest evidence for this was the July 16 post, a post marking their 5 year journey and Mr. bare minimum comes through with "Wowwww 🙏🏻"

She never liked the comment btw, can't blame her though.

Papgate 2.0 happens, sus AF.

A week or so later we get shade post about the paps from Nic disguised as a BDAY post for CW. I

It is between that post on Aug 10 and the Col/Pen post on Aug 22 where I believe Nic and Luke started talking again. What all was said, who fucking knows but must not have been good enough. Because we get the PAL post, clearly friendzoning Luke with an even more damning grid caption, "I thought I already shared this but I hadn't so here you go now it's all yours!"

There is a lot to unpack from that. This is clearly a photo taken 18 months prior and she had no relevant reason to post it. I think she was going through and clearing shit out. It's the "...here ya go now it's all yours!" that struck me odd. I know some have speculated that she was just referring to the photo. I believe she was referring to the man.

And I think she was talking to her number one fan. Who up until that point had been pretty quiet outside of her Aug 18th post, "Uncanny Valley of the Dolls."

Whatever Luke and Nic talked about, I think she gave him some things to think about. That coupled with the fact that something is/has been afoot with JD so she may not have been in a place of full availability for Luke, he decided to return to the mess he made.

I think the festival pics and the fact that Jake tagged along to Malta might be causing Luke to really start to think.

It ain't a great look when a 24 yr old man comes in, looking like he has his shit more together than you.

#just my opinions btw #merely speculating #could be wrong tho

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rubra-wav · 8 months ago

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Hiya! I absolutely loved your posts about the HH main cast dealing with a sick reader and them being sick. You did a phenomenal job with them!

As for a request, what about Vox, hell’s resident bipedal tv, hc’s of him realizing he’s legitimately falling for reader?

Vox realises he has feelings for you

A/N : Thank you so much seriously!! 💛

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, suggestive comment at one point, angst-ish/ Vox coping

- It'll be a good long time before he realises he's fallen for you, and when he finally does, he's fully in it. There's no turning back and there's no backpedalling. He's absolutely whipped.

- It hits him one day like a train that he's actually in love with you all at once.

- He hung out with you the afternoon, and that night he's laying on his back with his phone gripped in his hand against his chest.

- It's been exactly 3 and a half hours since you were out together on a movie date at the VIP premiere. (as in in the ridiculously lavish movie room he had within Vee tower)

- He had been counting.

- You hadn't texted him back yet, and he was tapping his claw impatiently waiting for you to message him back with the world's biggest pout on his face.

- He'd already sent 4 texts, and none of them had been answered yet. He had to stop himself from sending more because he didn't want to seem too desperate. (Even though he was)

- He told himself he'd be mad that you had made him wait whenever you got back to him. He'd blow up over it.

- However, the second his phone buzzes and he sees the notification from you saying you had fun and were sorry you hadn't gotten back immediately it's like his dopamine receptors have been kicked into absolute overdrive.

- He's giddy. Warmth is flooding his chest, and he starts breathing heavier as the world's dorkiest smile spreads across his face.

- It isn't then that he realises exactly, but it's when you leave to go to sleep after texting him for a couple of hours with a flirtatious comment that has his head spinning and sparking.

- You were talking about how you'd washed your sheets that day and were making your bed. He acted like he was bored, and your next words absolutely took him out.

- "Fine. Next time, come over, and I'll spread you out on my bed then."

- When he calms down, it's messed up again as he's questioning himself.

- Why did I glitch out to them saying something that resembles a shitty pick-up line? Why did I count every minute that passed the second you went home? Why do I feel like I'm on drugs the second you pay me the slightest bit of attention.

- OH FUCK -

- He goes through all stages of grief as he realises he's in love with you in a single second and ends up causing a blackout in his bedroom in the process.

- When he roboots, he holds his head in his hands and chugs delulu juice instantly feels absolutely terrified.

- It's humiliating for him to have such delicate feelings, let alone for someone who surely doesn't feel the same way. His experiences with real, genuine romantic love for other people have hardly ended well.

- He likely tries to distance himself from you because he's scared of the fact he is so attached to you.

- It's been ages and ages of being attached to you but he's only fully realised - or at least fully acknowledged the extent of that attachment.

- His distance from you is shortly lived however as he craves you and your presence so badly he's disgusted at himself.

- He would not be the one to confess 9 times out of 10.

- Even if it's glaringly obvious you are also into him, he copes so fucking hard he's actually delusional with the excuses he makes about it.

- He basically friendzones HIMSELF.

- You could kiss him on the cheek or hold his hands in yours or cup his face lovingly and he would be there glitching while thinking about how you must just be like this with everyone else-

- He's charismatic, charming, and can often read everyone around him like an open book - analyse their behaviours, true intentions, expressions, thoughts under it all, etc.

- But he's so terribly stupid with love.

- You need to confess to him first most likely and he'll probably still think you're bullshitting him.

- Literally finds every reason of why you aren't in love with him and tries to twist everything that way.

- Even when he's in love, he wants it to be reciprocated obviously. The thought of it not being requited as he expects is embarrassing at best.

- But, he's genuinely probably even more terrified of what that means if you do love him back.

- It's easier if you don't love him back for him because he's scared of the way you might further bring out whatever imperfections and vulnerability he's shown you already after actually being in a relationship with you.

- He craves being in a relationship with you and the security you could bring him to expose those parts of himself he desperately conceals with masks resting on masks, but also its deeply unnerving to him simultaneously.

Infuriating watching the process of this man actually realising he's in love for real, honestly 😭

#vox x reader fanfic #vox #hazbin hotel Vox #hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #vox x reader

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gothic-thoughts · 9 months ago

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Slow on the Internet

(idek how i found this pic of him but im SO glad this shit exists😭)

(AGED UP) Yuji Itadori x Black Fem Reader Fluff

Streamer!Yuuji, Shy!Reader, RoommateAU, Friends2Lovers

CW: oblivious Yuuji 😭😭, yuuji talking to his twitch chat, reader speaks some Japanese 🤝🏾 Yuuji speaks some English, not proofread

Word Count: 1701

any Japanese is written in Romaji and confirmed by DeepL

It was 10 pm, Itadori was sitting in his gaming headphones on his stylish armchair, playing a popular game while Spotify was quietly playing a mellow song in the background.

"Guys, the stream's gonna be a little quiet, I don't want to wake my roommate."

Itadori tried not to make too much noise, talking quietly to his audience.

- Which one?

- Is it (Y/n)??

- Megumi or the American girl you brought on a while ago?

- The girl??

"Yes, I’m talking about (Y/n). Megumi's out for the night. Uh, for those new to stream, a couple streams ago..." Yuuji laughs into his hand, "Like 3 streams ago, I forced my roommate, (Y/n), to make a... commentary vid with me."

- You should force her back fr 👀👀

- Bring her back, yall were cute

- You guys chemistry was adorable, u sure she's just a roomie??👀👀

He laughed at the comments, a little embarrassed at the idea of having chemistry with his roommate, but it was sweet of them to think that. He shook his head and laughed, trying to brush it off as a friendly relationship.

"Shut up, it’s a normal amount of chemistry! I like to think we have a cool dynamic.”

- UR TELLING ME U DON'T LIKE HER??

- denial isn’t healthy, Itadori

- but does she want to STAY ur friend??

It was flattering how invested they were in a relationship between him and (Y/n). He wasn't sure what his chat was implying, surely they were teasing him. There was a little part of him that liked and even agreed with his chat's implications. He was glad they were taking so much interest in his friendship with (Y/n). It was sweet.

"I- what are you guys saying?" He laughed nervously, his cheeks red.

- THAT SHE LIKES U DUH

- U LIKE EACH OTHER??

- ITADORI UR FUMBLING

"You really think my roommate likes me? Really?"

- YES

- The only she could make it more obvious was if she kissed you like r u srs 😭😭

- Does she take or borrow ur stuff a bunch?

"Oh yeah, all the time." He laughed, nodding. "Like she'll use my body soap and won’t give it back unless I ask. Sometimes she'll even just take my clothes and leave them somewhere in her heya (room); sore wa wakaranai (I don't get that)."

- Bro cuz she likes u

- YUUJI WHAT

- She got it bad too. Both of u do

- AND U FRIENDZONED HER??

His heart was beginning to race a little as his chat spoke and said all these things. He laughed nervously, but he didn't deny any of their comments. He wondered if all these things actually were happening because she did have feelings for him.

"No, no I didn't... did I?"

- How do u curve a goddess BY ACCIDENT?

- Rejecting someone by accident is crazy

- She is fine asf lowkey

He shivered a little as his chat continued, making him begin to feel a little bad for keeping his feelings to himself and even stupid when realizing that he wasn’t reading her feelings correctly.

"I don't know, I mean.... it never crossed my mind that she really liked me. Maybe... but she just did small things."

He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure what to say. "I didn’t think she’d like me, I thought she was just doing it cuz she’s still fairly new to Japan. Aside from the fact that she’s out of my league."

- is it because she's older than you?

- I dont even think ur age gap is even that big smh

- how old is she anyway? U look about the same age

- Ik ur 21 but how old is (Y/n)?

"How old? She's 23, but still..."

He rubbed the back of his neck, his face red. He just didn't know what to say so he just laughed nervously. They kept describing her and it made him feel bad, thinking that he had been doing this to her, hopefully she still liked him so he could try again.

- ONLY 2 YEARS AND U STRESSIN BOUT AN AGE GAP???

- If you don't GO CONFESS LIKE AN ADULT😭😭

- Ur both young adults so age is just a number fr

- Yuuji, don't piss me off 🙄😤

Itadori couldn't help but laugh the more he read, unable to deny the comments that his chat was making. It felt like his chat had read his mind.

"Okay okay, wakattyo (i get it)! She likes me, I might like her, age isn't an issue. What am I supposed to do though?"

- Talk to her wat 😭😭

- UH TALK TO HER??

- Ask her out duh.

He laughed and read the comments. His chat was making it so simple.

"Come on guys, it can't be that simple. I live with her! What if she doesn't feel the same and things end up being awkward?"

Itadori jumps out of his chair, his heart beating out of his chest when he hears the only other person in the house knock on his bedroom door. Shit. Of course. He then realized he had his stream on the whole time so she definitely heard everything. He got up and walked over to his door. He cracked open the door, peeking through with his cheeks still red.

“Hey, Yuu.”

"Hey... did you hear nandemo (anything)?"

"Hear what?" (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows, "You on the phone?”

He paused and smiled, "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I was just making sure I wasn’t being too, um, loud. I thought you were asleep.”

“I was, but I woke up wanting something sweet. I'm running to the konbini, nani ka hoshi mono wa?"

“Yeah, sure.” He paused, thinking of something, "Can you get me some ichigo pocky?"

“Honto ni? I was gonna get the same thing.”

He laughed, her answer surprised him. "Really?"

“Yea. Alright, I'll be right back."

He smiles, waiting for her to come back. He had so many thoughts, so much to process about the stuff his chat said and his own feelings for her. He waited for her to come back with the strawberry pocky.

- Well???

- Did she seem to like u??

- What she say?

“There's really no reason for me not to like her, ya know? I'm starting to think I like her back, really like her, she’s so sweet." He rubbed his neck, feeling guilty, "You guys were right, I've been rejecting her by accident. When she gets back, I want to tell her."

- YAAY

- LETSSGOOO

- THATS MY BOY

- GAMER BF + SHY GF FTW

The comments made him smile even brighter. The chat called her his girlfriend, but he didn't want to get too ahead of himself. He could only hope she'd respond positively.

"Shut up guys, I'm not her boyfriend.... well, yet hopefully."

20 minutes later, she walks into his room with snacks and a few drinks in a bag. He didn't expect her to come back so fast but it made him grateful. He was smiling wide as he took off his headphones and paused his game again, realizing how cute she was when she was just being herself. (Y/n) pauses in his doorway with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“Are--” She lowered her voice, “Are you streaming?”

"Uh, heh yeah. Uh, my chat they made me see something. It has to do with you."

“Oh god...” She chuckles and waves shyly at the camera, walking over, “They don't want me on another stream, do they?”

His chat was blowing up with comments, excited at the appearance of his roommate again. "Shut up guys, I swear. It wasn't planned. Anyway, you don't have to come near the camera.”

“I don’t, good; I was freaking out already.” She laughs.

“Do you mind if I keep streaming while we talk?"

“Uh... sure, why?” She hands him a soda and the boxes of pocky then backs out of the camera, “You making me nervous~”

"Yeah, sorry. They've really grown to like you, so they're excited to see you again."

“I was only in one stream!”

"I know, I know, but they really liked you. So every time you show up again, they get really excited because they love seeing more of you."

“I didn’t know I had fans; is that what you wanted to tell me?”

He sighed, "No, it's not. There's something else."

“Mkay...?”

"Alright.” He takes a deep breath and stands, hoping he doesn’t make a fool of himself, “So chat made me realize that I’m a biggest idiot in the world. I... I like you, (Y/n).”

“You're...” (Y/n) chuckles uncomfortably, “You’re joking? Kore wa jyooku desu ka?”

"No, no. I mean it. They helped me realize that you liked me so I wanted to tell you that.”

“But I thought you didn't like me.”

"Yeah, well, I thought I didn't, I realized it after they pointed out how we treat each other. And they were right.”

“So you were rejecting me... by accident?!”

“I just thought you'd stick around me cuz you’re still a little new to Japan!"

“Yuuji, I've lived here for like 5 months now!”

“Yeah, but I thought, like... I don’t know!”

“God, you be so clueless sometimes.” She sighs deeply, “Since I know now, finish your stream and we can eat the snacks and maybe, uh, eiga o miru?"

Itadori froze. “Movie?��You... want to watch a movie with me?"

“Seems like the only thing to do this late at night," She chuckles, "Everything but the convenience store is closed this late."

"Hell yeah, I’d love to!”

(Y/n) laughs, “Mkay, lemme know when you’re done.”

(Y/n) leaves his room with the bag of her sweets and closes the door. Yuuji sits back down in his chair with a wide smile on his face as he starts playing his game again. He was so focused on finishing it for his stream and going to watch the movie that he wasn’t reading the chat’s confused and riled comments. He finally looked over at them and laughed, pausing the game:

- ITADORI IF U DON'T END THE STREAM

- GO BRO

- END STREAM

- STREAM TMR TF

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(a/n): unfortunately not sponsored by strawberry pocky cuz 🤤🤤

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #x black reader #black reader #x black fem reader #black writers #jujutsu kaisen #black fem reader #yuuji x reader #jjk yuuji #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji fluff #itadori yuuji fluff #yuuji itadori fluff #yuji x reader #itadori yuuji

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meowzfordayz · 11 months ago

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they're-both-so-helpless

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Author’s Note: starting 2024 off w/ Kyojuro❣️ Began writing this while at work… winter makes for slow days when selling ice cream. 😆 Pt 2 coming ~soon aka prob within the next 24 hrs since my shift’s almost over lol.

emphasis-on-helpless, helplessly-in-love

Missing your boyfriend is tough… especially when he isn’t actually your boyfriend.

“He might as well be!” Mitsuri says whenever she’s with you, “I swear you check your phone at least twice as often ever since you became friends.” The tips of your ears warm, eyes glued to the newest Snap of Kyojuro’s cheerful face. “Will you at least show me?” Mitsuri huffs, head tilting to catch a glance, “Aww, he’s so cute!” “But he’s not my boyfriend,” you mutter, quickly snapping a blurry photo of your melting ice cream. Eyes gleaming, Mitsuri hums knowingly, slinging a giddy arm around you without another word. You silently thank her gesture of respecting your privacy—something your other friend, Shinobu, rarely does—hurriedly eating a spoonful of your dessert as he snaps back: You got ice cream without me?! ☹️ I fear I am mortally wounded. 💔 You appease him with a Snap of your own frown, promising him i’ll bring u next time 🥺🍦 pointedly ignoring Mitsuri’s smooching noises when Kyojuro fires back with It’s a date! 😁😋 Sooo maybe nobody respects your privacy.

You’ve never considered yourself shy, but you have resigned yourself to being perpetually friendzoned, a bit too person-next-door in a would-never-date-their-neighbor way rather than a person-next-door who also is-totally-down-to-date-their-handsome-neighbor way. Like puffing out your chest while walking on the sidewalk to convey confidence and get people out of your path, you’ve mastered the art of giving off don’t-fuck-with-me vibes — despite desperately wanting to fuck.

And therein lies the problem-not-actually-a-problem with one Rengoku Kyojuro. Also known as, Mitsuri’s favorite barista. Also known as, immediately flirted with you when Mitsuri finally took you to his cafe for brunch, writing his number on your cup and everything. Also known as, might not have been flirting with you and in fact was just being nice because he has yet to properly-not-jokingly ask you on a real-official-non-platonic date. You’ve survived a blustery autumn of pumpkin spice lattes and too many free muffins, persevered through a surprisingly snug winter of It’s my special recipe hot chocolates and ice skating with the gang (Mitsuri, Shinobu, Kyojuro, and his insufferable friend Tengen), and felt wistfully hopeful as spring came and went, having your voice compared to blossoming flowers and your smile to tender sunshine… only to dream alone, his contagious grin and addictingly cozy hugs lingering even as you woke with the sensation of tears in your eyes.

—

“You should tell him how you feel!” Shinobu sighs, an exasperated, endeared sound as she watches you bemoan your adoration.

“Oh yeah, because he definitely feels the same after a year of literally zero signs!”

“He called your ice cream plans last week a date,” Mitsuri chimes in, rubbing your shoulders as she exchanges a they’re-both-so-helpless look with Shinobu.

“Platonically,” you shoot back, sagging into Mitsuri’s touch, “He’s so gentlemanly and sweet, I never know whether we’re flirting or he’s simply being polite! Friendly! A friend!”

“I repeat,” Shinobu deadpans, “Tell him how you feel.”

You pout, chewing on your upper lip as you mumble, “And if he doesn’t like me?”

“Nonsense!” Mitsuri declares brightly, squeezing you—Owww—a little too hard, “He doesn’t talk to anyone else like he talks to you.”

“I talk to you differently than I talk to Shinobu. Doesn’t mean anything,” you grumble.

“I’m trying to uplift you,” Mitsuri huffs, playfully pulling on your earlobe, “Trust us. Okay? He would absolutely date you if he knew you were interested in dating.”

“Since when have I said I’m not interested?!” you wail in dismay.

“You’ve never said you are interested,” Shinobu quips.

You scowl at her as she tosses a good natured pillow at you, Mitsuri clicking her tongue as you squish the pillow against your sternum, heart aching when your phone lights up Rengoku Kyojuro sent you a Snap • 🔥.

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #flame hashira #drabble #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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short-yandere-stories · 2 years ago

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okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

:✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

"Not Good Enough for Me?"

:✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

:✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

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therealcocoshady · 10 months ago

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Recovery - Chapter 12

Eminem x FemReader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Reader explains the origin of the nude pictures and Em decides to take action to prevent them from leaking.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Smut

CW : Argument - Mention of domestic violence - Mention of nudity - Sexual intercourse - Mention of drugs and overdose

Three years ago, you were just starting out your relationship with Simon. The two of you had been beating around the bush for a while and he had finally asked you out, right when you thought you were stuck in the friendzone forever. However, as time went on, things had not progressed the way you hoped they would. The dates he took you on were always nice and you had fun getting to know each other on a more personal level. You could even go as far as to say that some of these dates were extremely romantic. But after nearly five months of dating, you had not gotten past kissing and a bit of mild foreplay. Eventually, you’d grown tired of it and started to wonder if there was something wrong with you. Maybe he wasn’t attracted to you that way, or maybe you weren’t pretty enough. Or maybe you hadn’t been sending the right signals ? Either way, part of you wanted to send the message that you were ready to take things further, on a physical level. That is when Cassie suggested that you send him a few suggestive photos. She presented the idea in such a way that it actually sounded good, even though it was slightly out of character for you. She wasted no time and even took you shopping for some nice lingerie. You went back to your dorm room where you set up your camera and snapped shots in the different sets you had bought before sending them to your friend so that she could tell you which one you should send to Simon. Eventually, though, you decided against sending the pictures, going so far as to delete them. This proved to be a good decision. It turned out that Simon was attracted to you - more than you thought - but wanted to plan the perfect evening and make it romantic. Plus, you’d come to learn that he thought really poorly of girls who took this type of suggestive pictures anyway. If anything, you sending him those pictures would have ruined your chances with him. You never mentioned the shots to him and even came to forget about them. Until they showed up in Paul Rosenberg’s inbox, that is.

When he showed them to you, you were in complete shock, taken aback. You didn’t even remember taking these pictures in the first place. With the events of the last few months, your memory wasn’t the sharpest either, so it took a while for you to actually remember taking them and in what circumstances. But now it was clear as day : Cassie hadn’t actually deleted the pictures as you had directed her to. It was the only reasonable explanation.

Oh God, you whispered as you put the pieces together.

What ? Marshall asked.

I took these pictures when I was with my ex, you started to explain.

And that motherfucker leaked them ?! He started to yell.

He would never, you said. But that’s besides the point. I never actually sent them to him. Didn’t have the guts. I deleted them and thought they didn’t exist anymore. But I had sent them to Cassie.

Cassie ? He asked. I mean, I know there’s some drama with her, and that she said some unkind things, but are you sure she would leak some intimate pictures of yours ?

That’s the thing, you said. I’m pretty sure she sees me as the opposite now. Talia paid her a visit and… apparently, things escalated.

Yeah, I know that… she was going to talk to her, he said. But how bad could it have been ?

They pretty much beat each other up…

Shit, he said in an annoyed voice.

You shrugged. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. You looked at Paul.

So… In your opinion, what do you think I should do ? You asked.

As I said, a procedure could take weeks, months even. But if he is to be believed, we only have a few days, he explained. I’m afraid you can’t do much. It’s a double-edged sword, really. If you were to confront her, this might prompt her to leak them.

I’m scared she’ll leak them anyway, you said. I mean… It doesn’t make much sense for her to send them to someone she doesn’t know just so that they’d have leverage over Marshall over some stupid diss-track, does it ?

You bit your lip. Your heart was starting to pound again. The idea that anyone else might come across these pictures made you sick. Marshall grabbed your hand.

I’ll take care of it, he said reassuringly.

But there’s nothing you can do, now, can you ? You asked nervously.

I’m not letting anyone get to you like this, he said firmly. Now, stop biting that lip and go hang out with the guys. I need to talk to Paul for a second.

I can’t face them, you said sheepishly.

Just for a minute, alright ? Then I’ll let you settle in the office so that you can work in peace, he offered.

You nodded and went to the lounge where you found the others talking. As soon as they saw you, they went completely silent.

Hey Y/N, Porter said. How are you doing ?

I’m good, you lied through your teeth.

You look lovely, Royce said.

Guys… I know you know. Please don’t pity me, you said with a sad smile.

No one’s pitying you, sis’, Jamal said.

If anything, we’re ready to kick some ass, Royce added. Seriously, what do you need ?

A Time Machine, you sighed.

Don’t worry, Porter said. We’re going to destroy that son of a bitch.

You smiled softly and made your way to the kitchen. You were depressed and wished there was something you could do. You couldn’t believe Cassie could do this to you. When you confronted her, you were mad, but you figured that the two of you would remain friends and get over it eventually. You thought you just needed time to forgive her. Surely, she couldn’t be mad at you for simply leaving her hotel room after an argument ? That didn’t make sense. Or maybe you were delusional and her altercation with Talia was biggen than you thought.

You let your tears flow silently as you made yourself a cup of tea. A few moments later, Marshall came to see you.

Hey beautiful, he said as he pulled you in for a hug. The office is ready for you. How about you take it easy today ? I could order some food for you, you could take a nap…

Mmmh, you simply said.

I’m so sorry, he said.

You shrugged, not saying anything. He kept his arms around you, even though you were not really responsive.

Really, Y/N, if I had known it would happen, I…, he began.

But you did nothing wrong, Marshall, you sighed. It’s not your fault. It’s mine. If I hadn’t gotten wasted, we wouldn’t have been spotted together and he wouldn’t have dropped that diss. I’m sorry.

It’s… What’s done is done, ok ? He said softly. He probably would have dropped a diss anyway. I mean, he came for a bunch of other rappers. So none of it is your fault.

He gently took your hand and led you to the office where you ended up spending the day working. Every so often, you couldn’t help but check your Instagram, which was blowing up. Even though you didn’t post anything nor interact, people kept on commenting on your pictures and DMing you. Eventually, you decided to change your profile to private. When you were ready to go home, you went to search for Jamal. In the hallway, you found Marshall and Talia, talking casually, a far cry from their last interaction.

Hey baby, she said softly.

Hey, you replied. I didn’t know you were here.

Just arrived, she explained. I came to pick you up, actually. Let’s go home, ok ?

Oh, I think Jamal was about to leave anyway, you said. But I’m glad to see you !

Jamal is staying here for a bit, Marshall explained. I need him to work on the beat for… You know.

Are you really going to reply ? You asked. I thought you didn’t want to.

Insults are one thing, he replied. This is going too far. I’m taking care of it.

You looked at him anxiously but he gave you a soft smile.

So… Are you guys… Alright ? You asked him and Talia, referring to their altercation from the other day.

Oh, that… Yeah, of course, Talia said.

Something in her tone seemed a bit uneasy, but you were tired and figured it was just your brain playing games with you. You hugged everyone goodbye and went home with Talia. The two of you spent the evening playing board games in order to help you clear your mind. You were about to go to bed when someone rang the doorbell. When you went to open the door, you found Simon standing there, a bouquet of peonies in hand.

Hey, Y/N, he said.

Simon ?! You asked in disbelief. What are you doing here ?

Look, I debated coming here at all, but I needed to see you, he replied. I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few days and… I think I made the biggest mistake in my life when I left you. Can we… talk ?

Uh… Sure, you said.

You closed the door and went to the garden with him, sitting on the bench.

These are for you, he said as he handed you the bouquet. I know these are your favorites.

Thank you, you said softly.

It was weird that your ex was giving you flowers, but you were touched by the gesture. He remembered they were your favorites. Plus, after the day you had, it was more than welcome.

So… You wanted to talk ? You asked as you put the flowers aside.

Yes, he said. I have been an ass, I know it. I should have acted better. What I did was… unforgivable, really.

Thank you, you said.

I was hoping that, maybe, we could… Start seeing each other again ?

What about Sarah ? You asked. I thought she made you happy.

She did. She is great. But she is not you, he explained. The last few months of our relationship were hard but I’ve come to realize that… At the end of the day, you are the woman I promised to marry and have kids with. I can’t get over that. I’m not asking you to move back in, yet. I understand that we’re going to need time, but… I want you back, Y/N. I was serious when I said I wanted to have a family with you. I want to care for you.

Oh Simon, you squealed. I am not in the right headspace, right now…

Is it about him ? He asked. That Eminem guy ? Are you really seeing him ?

No, it’s not, you assured him. And his name is Marshall.

You can’t be with a guy like that, he said.

A guy like what ? You asked.

Y/N, he is… a rapper. These guys are dangerous. I mean, he is clearly a thug.

You let out a small laugh. You had come to forget that Simon had quite a disdain for hip-hop and rap. He was very similar to your father this way. To him, it didn’t qualify as “proper music”. You had never given it much thought before, but now, it made him seem like a total snob. The people you hung out with, they were far from being thugs.

He is not a thug, you said. He is great. And I owe him a lot.

Is it about the money ? He asked.

What the hell is that question ?! You asked back, clearly offended. Simon, you know me. I’m not… I’m not after money. I couldn’t care less about that !

Then what reason do you have to be with him ? Guys like that… They’re dangerous, he said with concern.

You haven’t met him, Simon. He is the least dangerous person I know, you said.

You don’t have to defend him, Y/N, he replied.

No, you don’t understand…

What good can he be for you ? He asked. I heard about the song that mentions you. And the threats to post pictures of you. If you were with me, you wouldn’t have to deal with that.

That’s not his fault, you sighed at the unfairness.

I don’t want to see you get hurt, Y/N… You know he beats up women, right ?!

You… What ?! You exclaimed. Simon, this is ridiculous. I know him, alright ? He wouldn’t hurt a fly. I know he has a reputation but it is nothing more than a persona, some tasteless jokes at worst. If you listened to his music, or if you knew him, you’d know.

He admitted to it, he said. I… When I saw you with him, I had to look into him, you know ? Just to make sure that you’re safe. And… Who in his right mind talks about killing his baby’s mother in a song ?! That’s not the kind of man you want to be associated with.

You sighed and looked at him. In truth, you hadn’t caught up with Marshall’s work so you had no idea what the hell Simon was referring to. But you knew Marshall enough to know that he was the least violent person on earth. The man you hung out with, that you befriended, was a gentleman and he would never hurt a woman.

You don’t know him, you simply said. I do. I know what he is made of, and he is not like this. He is one of the most important people in my life right now, and I won’t have you talk about him this way.

No, you don’t understand, Y/N, he repeated. This man is not good for you. He will never love you like I do.

He has my back and I have his. And he has shown me more love than you have in the past five months, you pointed out. For someone who loves me, you were nowhere to be found.

Yeah but when I saw you with him, I…

So that’s what it is about, you huffed. You just don’t want to see me with another man. That’s not love, Simon. That’s… territorial. You know, weeks ago, I would have given anything for you to knock on my door with peonies. I would have given anything for you to tell me you love me and that you want me back. But it is worthless if it comes from a place of jealousy and possessivity. I’d rather be alone.

He stared at you, looking sorry.

So it’s him instead of me ? He asked.

It’s me instead of anyone else, Simon. I am growing, I am changing and, believe me, I am not in the right headspace right now, you said. But if I have to put it this way… Yes, it’s him instead of you. I will have his back any day.

Don’t come crying when he hurts you, he simply said. You may have his back, but this type of man will always put himself first. Not you. No matter how you deserve it. He doesn’t have your back. Not even a little bit.

I think you should go, Simon, you said softly. Thanks for the bouquet, though. And for what it’s worth… I am sorry I said some unkind things last time you came. I wish for you to be happy. But it won’t be with me.

He stared at the ground while you got up and wished him good night. You went back in the house and put the flowers in a vase before going to bed.

When you woke up the next morning, you heard Talia and Jamal arguing in the kitchen.

Can’t you grab her phone and delete the apps so that she doesn’t see that thing ? Jamal asked.

She’s not stupid, Jamal, Talia argued. I think she deserves to know. If it were me, I would want to.

I can’t take her to the studio today, he said. Not like this.

You know full well we can't leave her alone in here, she said. Especially not if she sees… Who knows what she would do…

You finally entered the room, interrogation all over your face.

Shit, Jamal mumbled.

Hey baby, Talia said. How are you ?

You tell me, you sighed.

So… You heard us ? Jamal asked carefully.

You shrugged.

What’s that about ? You asked as you grabbed a glass of juice. Shouldn’t you be at work already, Tay ?

Yeah, I’m running a little late, she said in an annoyed voice. Look… A couple things happened. And I don’t know how to break it to you. We have… News. Good and less good.

About what ? You asked.

There’s a couple of things, Jamal said. First… We found a connection between Cassie and the rapper. Talia did, actually. That explains a few things.

Huh ? You asked. They know each other ?

The guy’s her cousin, Talia explained.

Are you sure ?

Yeah, she said. It hit me yesterday. When we were in the early days of college, she kept on bragging about how her cousin from New York was a rapper and how he was going to make it big and work with… Whoever. I did a bit of research and it turns out… It’s him.

That explains a few things, I guess, you sighed. Is there… Something else ? Like, bad news ?

Look, honey, Talia said softly as she grabbed the glass of juice from your hands. Maybe you should sit for a second ?

She pulled a chair for you and you sat, staring at them. It felt as if they were about to tell you that someone had died.

Now, I know this sucks, but I want you to remember that, whatever happens, we are here for you, ok ? She said.

Just spill it, you said.

Well, the thing is… Hum… How do I put this…

One of the pictures leaked already, Jamal said.

Your jaw was on the floor. You wanted to scream but were unable to.

A picture… of… me ? You asked. Of me naked ? It… It is on the Internet ?!

It’s not that bad, Talia said immediately. It could be worse, really…

No, Tay, you have no idea, you said. I have seen the pictures they plan on leaking. It’s bad.

I know. I haven’t but this one is ok, I guess, she replied. I mean… Some of my bikini pics aren’t that modest.

She pulled her phone and showed you the picture that was published on Twitter, on the rapper’s account. It was you, wearing a black lace bodysuit. You were laying in your bed, looking ingenuous, the black lingerie contrasting with the white bedsheets. In all fairness, it wasn’t as bad as a lot of pictures you could see on Instagram and other social media. Definitely more modest than some. Still, having this picture put out for the world to see without your consent was humiliating. It also made you scared, as you knew that this picture was the most modest of the whole set. The rest of them were clearly more suggestive. The reception was mixed. Some followers of the rapper didn’t shy away from commenting on your body (for better or for worse), mentioning how embarrassing it must be for Em to be with such a slut. Some people, however, expressed support for you and mentioned what a low blow it was to drag someone’s innocent partner in a feud. A few even encouraged others to report the pictures. Still, you were embarrassed. You buried your face in your hands.

Oh my God, you whispered. It’s happening.

There has to be something we can do, Talia said.

You need to take me to the studio right now, you told Jamal. I need to see Paul about this.

He simply nodded and you rushed upstairs to get ready. When you got to the studio, it was earlier than usual. Jamal stayed outside to smoke a cigarette while you got in, searching for Paul. As soon as you entered the building, you heard loud voices in the kitchen. It was Marshall arguing with Paul.

I’m just saying that it may be a better idea to distance yourself from her, Paul said. If you put out the track, it’s going to seem like the guy’s got you by the balls. Not to mention that it would mean you’d confirm the relationship.

I don’t care about that, Marshall groaned. You’ve seen the pictures, right ?! I can’t let it happen. Y/N is going to be crushed. I can’t do this to her.

Look, I hate to say it but… at that point, the guy may be winning anyway. If you don’t reply, he might leak the pictures, but if you do, it proves he’s got the upper hand, Paul said. At least, if you don’t publicly come out, you can keep your dignity. You can even deny the relationship later on.

Shut up, Marshall said. I’m not doing this. If we don’t do something, her pictures are going to be out there for everyone to see. You’ve seen these, right ? How would you feel if it were your wife’s pictures ? Or your daughter’s, or your niece’s…?

Marshall… Y/N made her bed. She willingly took these photos and she was careless with them. My job is not to let that hurt you, your career or your reputation, Paul replied. I couldn’t care less about her tits or her pussy being out there.

You better shut the fuck up ! Marshall yelled. Last time I checked, I hired you and I’m your boss. So you better stick to the plan and do your job. You handle legal, I handle music. Understood ?! And I won’t have you shame Y/N.

Paul sighed and they got out of the kitchen, only to find you standing in the hallway. Paul greeted you curtly before going to his own office, as Marshall came to hug you.

Hey, he said. Didn’t hear you come in.

I got here a few minutes ago, you simply said.

Shit… Did you… Hear us ? He asked, embarrassed.

I did, you sighed. Paul…

Paul’s an ass, he simply said. But we’re handling it, alright ? That dickhead is going down. In every way possible.

Marshall… The first picture was leaked, you said.

I know, he replied. But this might actually give us leverage. Now we have proof he is ready to make good on his threat. I won’t let anything happen to you. You know that, right ? I’m going to destroy that son of a bitch.

You have my back, you squeed as you were reminded of your latest exchange with Simon.

Of course. You know I do, he said with a smile.

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with emotion, adoration and gratitude. This man was really coming through for you. Without a second thought, you pressed your lips to his, brushing them gently. You hummed softly as you broke the embrace.

Oh my god, I’m sorry…, You whispered.

Come back here, he whispered back with a grin.

He pulled you closer as he captured your lips with his. The kiss was soft and sweet. You could feel the warmth of his lips against yours. You put a hand on the back of his neck as he gently grabbed your waist. Your chest was soon pressed against his, as the both of you leaned into the embrace. You put all the emotions of the last week into this kiss. It was the relief you didn’t know you needed. However, the moment was interrupted by the front door opening. He gently let go of you before anyone walked in.

I better go. Tons of things to do for that diss track. But I’ll definitely come to get some more of this when I’m done, he hummed as he gave you a soft peck on the lips.

You nodded shyly and the both of you went about your day. You settled in his office, a bit giddy over the kiss. You hadn’t planned on kissing him, it was a spur of the moment thing, but you were glad he kissed you back. In the afternoon, Paul came to see you.

Y/N. Do you have a minute ? He asked.

Sure, you replied politely.

So, seeing as the first picture was leaked, we will be able to press charges, he said. I have already gathered pieces of evidence and we are ready to send the rapper a cease and desist letter. A police officer will come in a short while to take a statement from you.

Alright. What about Cassie ? You asked. She might as well decide to leak them on her own, though.

Well, that’s another story, he sighed. I don’t doubt you but, simply speaking, we don’t have proof she is the one who gave him the pictures. We can’t really do much about this girl, except for hoping she doesn’t have a mass platform to leak the pictures.

Well, she has about… 15K followers, I think ? You said.

So it’s less significant than the millions of followers that dude has, he pointed out.

Yeah but people will still massively share the pictures if they leak, you replied.

I know, he said. But I can’t do much more. I’m sorry.

She’s the rapper’s cousin, you added.

I know.

Isn’t that sufficient proof ? You asked tentatively.

That’s not how it works, Y/N. But maybe I could do something if you could provide me with the email or messages in which you sent the pics ? Or if you have a text that proves that you asked her to delete them at some point ? He asked.

It was three years ago, Paul. I… I don’t have these anymore.

I’m sorry. Then I’m afraid I can’t do much.

Thank you anyway, you sighed. I know it’s not in your job description. And that you “couldn’t care less about my tits or my pussy being out there”. But I appreciate it.

He nodded politely and left the office. An hour later, two police officers came in to take your statement. You were definitely ashamed, especially since one of them, a man in his early sixties, couldn’t help but comment on how foolish you had to be to take nude pictures. Yet, you could clearly notice he stared at your body. You knew he had seen the photos. Was this how it was going to be ? Would all of your interactions be this awkward from now on ? Shortly after they left, Marshall came to see you.

How did it go ? He asked.

Well they took my statement, you said. So I think that’s what matters. Would’ve been nice if the guy had stared into my eyes instead of my tits, though…

Fucker, he sighed.

How about you ? You asked. How is work going ?

Just finished recording, he said with a smile. The guys are going to work on some arrangements and then, all I’ll have to do is post it at the right time.

Ok, you said softly.

Want to come hang out with us ? He offered. You’ve been here since morning, you haven’t even eaten.

Well, believe it or not, having strangers comment on your body doesn’t really encourage you to eat a lot, you said sheepishly. Apparently my thighs are too fat, or something like that…

Bullshit, he scoffed. You’re just too hot to handle for the haters.

He stroked your cheek and gently took your hand.

Come on, he said. I think the guys miss you.

Do they ? You mused.

Of course, he chuckled. We love having you around.

Sorry, you said. I’m not the best company lately…

That’s understandable, he said as he placed a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shrugged and started to walk towards the door but he pulled you in for a kiss. He was holding you gently yet firmly, both hands on your waist. You traced his shoulders as you kissed him back.

I was looking forward to this, he whispered with a smile that made you blush.

He stroked your cheek and let go of you before the two of you went and joined the others. They were, indeed, happy to see you and were excited to let you hear the first version of the track they recorded. It was really good, especially considering how little time they’d had to work on it. You liked everything about it, from the beats to the lyrics.

What do you think ? Royce asked.

It’s really good, you said. By the way, how do you know who… “wins” ?

It basically comes down to the puns and bars, Porter explained. In some cases, it’s kind of a tie, but here, it’s going to be obvious to everyone.

Speaking of bars… Was the mention of my black lingerie really necessary, guys ? You asked.

Em, you’re on your own on this one, Royce said with a grin before they all got up to go and smoke a cigarette.

Marshall nervously scratched the back of his neck.

I mean… It sort of rhymed with the whole thing, he said. But if it’s too much, I can totally change it.

Mmmh, you said. I don’t know. I mean, Paul was right. If you do that, you’re basically confirming the rumors… You do refer to me as your “girl”...

It’s me having your back, he shrugged. Plus, it’s a line. Nothing more, you know ? I made sure not to put the focus on you. In the track, I also refer to Kim as my wife, so… But again, if you don’t like it, I can come up with something else.

No, no, it’s fine, you said. You’re the lyricist. I think I’m just embarrassed about this whole situation, you know ?

Don’t be, he said. I know the whole thing is unnerving right now, but we’re ending the guy as soon as this drops. Along with other surprises.

Meaning ?

You’ll see, he grinned. I don’t want to jinx it. But if everything goes according to plan, this guy will be OVER. I can guarantee you.

When is the track dropping ? You asked.

Sunday night.

It seems so far away, you sighed. I don’t mean to rush anything, and I appreciate you coming through for me, I do… But I am scared that he’s going to pull something else until then, you know ?

Oh, believe me, he’ll be busy, he said with a smirk.

And he was right. For the next two days, nothing else happened on social media. Your picture was still very much online and the whole story was picked on by a few news outlets, but at least, no more pictures leaked. On Sunday night, Jamal and Talia invited Marshall for dinner, to celebrate your first week of being sober again.

I have something for you, he said with a smile when he greeted you.

Do you ? You asked with a grin. You know you’ve done enough for me lately, don’t you ?

I know, but a deal’s a deal, he said. Happy one week of sobriety, Y/N.

He handed you a bag that looked unassuming from the outside. When you peeked inside, you let out a little shrieking noise. It was his Saint Laurent jacket.

Oh my God, you’re the best ! You said as you hugged him. You were feeling like a child on Christmas Day.

You’re welcome, he said with a laugh. Take care of it, alright ? It’s one of my favorites.

For how long do I have custody of that glorious piece for ?

Is a month alright ? I have a photoshoot planned, he said. I’d like to wear it.

Deal, you chuckled. Thank you thank you thank you !!!

Talia and Jamal were looking at you with amused looks on their faces.

What’s that about ? Jamal asked.

Y/N’s been eyeing my jacket for a while, he shrugged. We actually have a deal : for each sobriety milestone, she gets to raid my closet.

That’s going to help rumors, Jamal pointed out sternly.

We’re in Detroit, Marshall said. There’s no paparazzi here. Besides, I don’t think the track is going to help matters. I don’t really care, to be honest. But yeah, maybe don’t take pictures in my clothes, Y/N.

That’s fine, you said with a smile. We don’t want the world to see that I wear them better anyway, now, do we ?

Speaking of your clothes, Em, I think I washed some of them the other day, Talia said.

Oh, yeah, you said. The clothes you let me borrow last time. They’re in my room. I’ll go and get them. That way, I can put this beauty in my closet.

I’ll come with you, Marshall replied.

The two of you went upstairs. As soon as you entered your room, Marshall closed the door and pulled you in for a kiss, taking you by surprise.

Sorry, he chuckled. Had to say hello properly.

Hey there, you giggled. I like this.

Me too, he chuckled.

You put the jacket in your closet and gave him the clothes he had let you borrow the last time you were at his place, along with the merch tee-shirt.

Thanks for the clothes, you said softly.

I must admit I like you in my stuff, he said. You make it really sexy, you know ?

Do I ? You mused as you blushed.

Absolutely. And if it were just the two of us here… I would gladly show you how sexy I think you are today, he whispered in your ear.

His words had you turning crimson red. That was new. In the past, he had made a point to remind you that nothing was to happen between the two of you. Yet, he had returned your kiss two days ago when you kissed him, and he seemed pretty intent on doing it again, not that you had anything against it, on the contrary. However, this left you with a lot of questions. Unfortunately though, you were too much of a coward to ask them.

Are you alright there ? He asked.

Yes, you said shyly. I… Would like that, actually.

Good to know, he said as he kissed you again.

As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around his neck while he gently squeezed your ass.

You drive me crazy, he whispered in your ear. You’re irresistible.

Is that so ? You grinned.

You have no fucking idea what you do to me, Y/N, he groaned.

Tell me, you whispered in between kisses.

I’ll show you, he grinned as he pulled you closer to him, making sure you could feel how hard he was.

I want you, you whimpered.

Not yet, he whispered in your ear. We’ll go for a drive after dinner, ok ?

You reluctantly let go of him. His words were promising and you weren’t too sure how you could be expected to wait. He winked at you and you both made your way downstairs and got settled for dinner. Marshall was constantly checking his phone, which was a bit unusual for him. After what seemed to be the thousandth time, he let out a victory smile.

Guys… This motherfucker is officially done, he declared proudly.

Dropped the track yet ? Jamal asked between bites or dessert.

Better. I got his label to drop him. And a promise from a bunch of others not to sign him, he said with a grin.

You didn’t ?! Talia exclaimed.

Oh, I definitely did, Marshall said. Track is dropping later tonight, and he already received a small surprise today.

You really went all out, you said.

Had to put this motherfucker back in his place, he shrugged. I’m sick of bastards coming for the people in my life. And this one was way out of line.

Dinner came to an end and Marshall convinced Talia to let you go with him for a drive. She lectured him and made him promise to bring you home before midnight but let you go eventually, as a present for remaining sober for a week. He drove you to the exact same spot you went to when you took the Aston Martin for a drive. As soon as the car was parked, he was all over you. You ended up in the backseat of the Escalade, making out while exploring each other’s body.

You’re so beautiful, he whispered in your ear.

I want you, you whimpered.

So soon ? He chuckled.

Please.

Anything for you, baby, he said as he kissed you.

The pet name made you giggle, but you soon let out a moan as he sucked on your neck while helping you undress. The sensation of his hands against your skin was delicious and you couldn’t get enough. Every inch of your body was craving for his touch and he seemed happy to oblige. You helped him undress as well and he kissed you hungrily before putting on a condom. He had you lay down in the backseat and looked in your eyes as he positioned himself at your entrance.

I want you so bad, he said.

Show me, then, you teased.

Before you knew it, he was inside of you, causing you to gasp at how big he felt.

You feel so good, he groaned.

You feel so good.

He grinned and started rocking his hips. Your nails were scratching his back while his fingers were digging in your waist. His mouth found your neck again and he let out a chuckle as he found out how easy it was to reduce you to a moaning mess by simply sucking on that sweet spot.

You like that, baby ?

Yes, you whined. Yes, yes, yes …

I could mark you up, you know, he whispered. That way, everyone would know you’re mine…

I want to be yours, you whimpered.

This prompted him to pick up the pace and, soon enough, he was slamming into you. You had to prevent yourself from making too much noise and started biting his shoulder.

Oh my god, you moaned. I think I’m going to come.

You think ? He teased as he thrusted even deeper. Or are you sure ?

I’m sure. Oh God, you cried as you dug your nails deeper into his skin.

I’m not done with you yet, he chuckled before getting out.

The sensation of hollowness was almost painful. You were desperate for him, longing to feel him again.

Get on top, he ordered as he proceeded to sit.

You did as he said and straddled, whimpering as he entered you again.

Take all of it, he whispered.

It’s too much, you whined.

You can do it, he said softly. You’re doing so good.

He gently teased your nipples with his hands and mouth as you were slowly grinding on him. He moaned as your movements became more frantic. The position allowed you to feel all of him and it soon became overwhelming, your thighs starting to become sore. You groaned in frustration.

Don’t slow down, he ordered. Keep going, baby. I’m so close…

I can’t, you whispered. Help me, please.

I got you.

He firmly grabbed your ass and started pumping. He was thrusting hard as you let your head fall back. After a moment, you found it in yourself to go again and your hips moved in sync. The sensations were exquisite and you felt closer than ever to your climax.

Oh God, you moaned.

Come for me, baby, he said gently.

But… you ? You cried.

I’m right there, he moaned.

You were euphoric as you felt waves of pleasure washing over the two of you. You could feel him twitch inside of you as he came and you couldn’t contain your own juices from spilling.

Oh shit, you said as you collapsed on top of him.

He chuckled before closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around your body. You could feel both of your hearts pounding, as you were chest to chest, and his breath in your neck. You were shuddering.

You’re incredible, he whispered in your ear.

You’re amazing, you said, still in a haze.

Here, take this, he said as he grabbed his jacket and placed it over your shoulder so that you wouldn’t be cold.

You stayed in this position for a while, neither of you really wanting to move. You nuzzled his neck as he played with your hair and stroked your back. You were about to fall asleep when he gently shook your shoulder.

Hey, beautiful, he said. Let’s get dressed. Otherwise we’re both going to fall asleep.

We can sleep here, you shrugged. I don’t care.

Talia will kill us if I bring you home one minute late, he pointed out.

Mmmmh, you groaned before burying your face deeper in his neck.

Come on, he chuckled.

You unenthusiastically got off him. He kissed you gently before grabbing some tissues for the both of you to get cleaned up. You got dressed and he disposed of the tissues and condom before getting back in the driver’s seat. He was groaning when you sat back in the passenger seat next to him.

Next time, we’re doing this in bed, he chuckled. My back is killing me.

Next time ? You couldn’t help but ask.

He turned to you and smiled softly.

Well, yeah, he said. Unless you don’t want to ?

Oh, no, I want to ! You said. It’s just… I thought that you… didn’t ?

I know, he said as he scratched his beard. I said a bunch of stuff, but… There’s just something about the way you draw me in. You drive me absolutely crazy, Y/N. There’s something between the two of us and I just can’t deny it’s there, you know ? When you kissed me the other day, something sort of shifted, it was… it felt kind of right, you know what I’m saying ?

You nodded shyly. It was exactly how you felt, and him saying he felt the same was a relief.

I care about you, he continued. I think you’re absolutely incredible and I really like our relationship. And I also really enjoy kissing you and the naughtier stuff, too. So… I guess what I'm really saying is that, if you’re up for it, maybe we could… Hang out a little more ?

He sounded almost shy and it was the most adorable thing ever.

I’d like that very much, you said with a smile.

Good.

You stared at each other and chuckled.

Now, he said a little more seriously, because I care about you, I think we should make things clear, ok ? What I said last time still sort of stands. You’re still in recovery, and that should come first. And most of all, I want us to be friends before being anything else. If being more doesn’t work out, I want us to still be friends. You mean so much to me, I don’t want to lose you.

Ok, you nodded.

Just because you have me wrapped around your pretty little finger doesn’t mean I’m not serious about that, ok ?

You nodded again and smiled shyly.

Good. Now I’ll take you home, he said with a smile.

Do you really have to ? You said as you batted your eyelashes.

Yeah. First of all, Talia is scaring the shit out of me and I don’t want to end on her bad side, he said with a smile. Also, you’ve had quite a week and you should rest.

Fine, you groaned.

He took you home and you spent a few minutes making out in the car before you had to leave. You were interrupted by the constant buzzing of your phone. It was an unknown caller and you decided not to answer. You resumed the kiss but were interrupted again. You sighed and decided to take the call.

Hello ?

You fucking bitch !!! You heard Cassie yell on the phone.

Cassie ?! You asked in disbelief, not believing that she would actually have the nerve to call you.

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY PULLED THAT OFF. First you send Talia and your boyfriend after me ?! And now my cousin gets jumped at his apartment by dudes with guns ?! Who do you think you are ? She yelled.

First of all, I never sent anyone anywhere, you said curtly. Second, you are the one who got him to drop that track, aren’t you ? You’re the one who leaked my pictures !

Only because you sent Talia and Em to my hotel room to threaten me !!! You need to tell Em to back off, Y/N. This is too serious.

There was only Talia, you said. And I didn’t send her there. You two have your beef, do not make me a part of this, Cassie.

I swear he was there, Y/N ! He threatened me, she swore. So yeah, I told my cousin to add a reference to you in the diss - which was coming anyway - and I decided to use the pictures as leverage. But I only leaked the first one. I wouldn’t have leaked the others !!! We just wanted Em to answer, for publicity. But now, my cousin is in the hospital. Tell him to back off, or I swear I will end you !!!

You shot a glance at Marshall, who could clearly hear the exchange, as the two of you were seated side to side in the car. At first, you thought Cassie was lying. But the distress in her voice and Marshall’s ashamed look told you otherwise.

Let me call you back, you told Cassie. We will clarify the situation like adults. I swear I had no idea, ok ?

Whatever. I want proof Em’s backing off before tomorrow, she said before hanging up.

You stared at Marshall. His mouth was agape and you could see fear in his eyes. Like someone who knows they are in trouble.

Please tell me that’s not true, you said.

Y/N, he said, I’m sorry.

What part are you sorry for, exactly ?

I…- he began.

What’s up, Mr Lyricist. You don’t have words, all a sudden ? Let me help you. What. Are. You. Sorry. For ? Is it for the part where you lied to me about going to visit Cassie with Talia ? For the part where you threatened her ? For the part where you sent armed men to another rapper’s apartment ?! You asked with anger.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like that, he tried to explain.

I can’t believe you, you said as you left the car.

You walked through the driveway and made your way to the house as he followed you.

Y/N, I did that for you !!! Marshall pleaded.

For me ?! You asked with a sarcastic laugh. That’s rich. I didn’t ask for shit, Marshall.

I went and confronted Cassie with Talia because I couldn't stand to see you sad. I saw how distraught you were about those pictures. I had to do something, he said with sadness in his eyes. It drove me crazy to have this dude come for you.

Is that why you acted like a fucking thug ?!

I swear it wasn’t supposed to happen this way, he tentatively explained. They were just supposed to scare him. They didn’t mention shit about guns and they most definitely weren’t supposed to hurt him.

I can’t believe it, you said. I’m going to be sick.

You have to believe me, he pleaded. I only did that to protect you. Because I have your back. I only thought about you.

No you don’t. Guys like you… They don’t have anyone’s back except theirs, you said as you thought about Simon’s words. If you had my back, none of this would have happened. If you truly had my back, you would have put a statement right after the pictures came out. That would have actually protected me. But you only thought about yourself. All of this… It makes you look good, in the end. You eliminate concurrence, you get some press coverage out of it, you get the crowd hyped and ready for your next album and you even have people thinking you have a girlfriend so that they leave you alone on the subject. It’s a win-win situation for you, Em.

Don’t think that, he said with tears in his eyes. I was trying to save your reputation…

My reputation or yours ?! You yelled. My reputation was fine before I was publicly associated with you. No one dragged me in the dirt. No one mentioned my name on stupid diss tracks. No one tried to leak my nude pictures before. It’s all because of you, Em.

I swear to God, Y/N, if you call me Em one more time, he groaned.

What are you going to do ?! You asked with a manic laughter. Tell me, Em, because I am dying to hear it.

You do not want to see me get angry, he said as he closed his eyes.

What are you going to do, huh ? You asked as you got closer to him. Are you going to go all thug on me ? Are you going to have me held at gunpoint ? Or are you going to do whatever it is that you did to your ex or any woman you slept with ?

Do not mention that, Y/N, he warned as his eyes got darker.

Should I expect a diss track ? Are you going to rap about killing me ? You asked with anger. Or are you going to punch me ?

Go to hell, you ungrateful bitch, he spat. You think you’re respectable ? You are nothing but a whore and a junkie. I should have left you at that party, to get fucked by whoever was there. Hell, maybe it would have been better if you had overdosed on pills before we met.

You stood still, staring at each other in silence, taking in the words that were said. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you felt nothing but anger and sadness. All the affection and desire you had ever felt for him was replaced by hatred and disdain. At that point, it was clear that anything the two of you might have meant to each other was thrown to the fire.

I thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me, Marshall, you said almost whispering. But in the end, you are the worst. I wish I had never met you.

With these words, you turned around and entered the house, ready to confront Talia.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons #recovery fanfiction

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sdfgderp · 11 months ago

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a/n: ARGENTIIIIIIIIIIII ARGENTIIIIIIIIIII AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH screaming aside, i believe he is the type to compliment even the features you don’t really like about yourself 🥹 this beauty recognizing beauty in others no matter how they look… peak gentleman also notice how my word count on my posts are inconsistent, sometimes i don’t put them, sometimes i do… sorry!!! also this is obviously longer than the gepard one, so guess who’s my favorite 🤭

argenti x gn! reader

cw: insecurities, gardening with argenti, brutish planting (the plants are fine, dw), cheesy argenti, subtle pining…, you aren’t together in this one lol u just got friendzoned!!! (he didn’t mean it), reader is an unreliable narrator

word count: 800+

sanguine locks covered your peripheral vision as argenti bent down just above you. you were crouching down to dig dirt for the roses he nursed in nursery pots, and it was time to plant them down on the ground. you look up and meet argenti’s curious green eyes.

“do you not stick your spear to the ground, kick it to get soil out, drop the seedling, and stomp dirt on it, my muse?”

his question, though harmless, stuck a spear through your plant-loving heart. in what world do you plant roses that way?!

“no? argenti, is what i’m doing not the universal way of planting things?” you counter, gently taking out a seedling out of its seedling bag. “yours is… kind of sad and brutish.”

the knight crouches down beside you, pulling back the sleeves of his turtleneck. you loosen up the soil the seedling was clinging to and bury it in the hole you made, spraying it with water infused in fertilizer. you turn to your left and dig another hole for another rose bush seedling to plant. argenti observes your way of planting, his gaze following your hands.

you break the silence as you take out another seedling from its bag and put it down on the ground. “i’m curious though, do your plants live using that method, argenti?”

he nods, “yes they do. they grow up to be fruitful plants that grow beautiful flowers, fruits, or leaves.”

“again with the compliments on plants,” you sigh. you thought, do i have to turn into a plant to get praises…

“no you do not need to!” argenti replies immediately. you realized you spoke your words out loud and dismissed it. however, the knight was faster in talking than you. seeing your hands were busy, he started showering you compliments.

“beauty is everywhere, my muse, and that includes you! you need not to turn into a photosynthesizing creature for me to compliment you! are you not aware on how your hair is just right, even when you’re under the blazing heat of the star of your home planet system? do you fail to notice how gentle you’re holding that plant? or how you look in this posture, although it could use some work…”

argenti goes on and on, complimenting the features you usually scrutinize when he catches you checking yourself out in the mirror. the shape of your nose, your uneven skin tone, your body shape, even the hair on your toes… all while you were “busy” planting when you were just busying yourself to hide the massive blush raging on your face. the nerve of this guy to catch on to your insecurities and shower them with praises. beautiful, just what is beautiful for a knight of the beauty?

“…indeed, it is a blessing for the universe to have me here with you, friend. it is a pity you downgrade your perfectly arranged body just because it doesn’t fit this planet’s standards.” him saying friend for you sounded sour. “you were once like the roses you’re planting now, devoid of flowers but still pretty, your first leaves of development adorning juvenile features you now don’t have. and i think,” he pauses, tucking hair behind your ear to clear your vision. “you’ve grown to host a lot of roses.”

in your mind, fireworks shot through the sky at the last compliment argenti dropped. your face stoic, yet your mind had gremlins scampering around, yelling “oh great heavens! this guy is going to kill me!”, and “how dare he shower us in compliments! i love it! i’m going to explode!”

“hello? did the heat get you already?” argenti snaps you out of your daze. you shake your head.

“y-yeah, i think. let’s plant these later in the afternoon.” you plant the last seedling for the morning and put back the remaining seedlings in a cool area of your garden. argenti kept the gardening tools used before sitting down with you in the makeshift tent you two made. you took off your gloves and throw it aside, sitting down and wiping your sweat. argenti crouched down and passed you a waterbottle.

“i’ll do the planting later, my dear. now that i know the beauty of your way of planting, i can perfectly recreate it and grow rose bushes whose leaves that under that star’s light, and whose roses rival the color of my hair.”

argenti goes on for another ramble about beauty, fixated on roses. meanwhile, your mind began to wander in dangerous territory. for someone who’s not used to receiving meaningful compliments, argenti is starting to look like a potential crush for you. unbeknownst to you, the knight is waiting for you to take the hint already. as you debate your tiny crush on him, argenti is praying that the beauty that sits before him will grace him their company, to be his lifelong friend partner in searching for his aeon. that is to say, if he doesn’t believe his aeon is in fact, right beside him.

#honkai star rail #argenti honkai star rail #hsr argenti #argenti x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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tired-biscuit · 2 years ago

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nsfw kiba or naruto with you sitting on their face? Fem reader?

cw: oral (f&m!receiving), kind of simpy versions of bsf!kiba and bsf!naruto // 18+ mdni, fem!reader

why not both?

all i can think about is sitting on naruto's cute face while kiba fucks your own. it's just you three inside your bedroom that smells awfully like what's soon to become full-blown sex any moment now; just you and your two extremely dumb, extremely pretty best friends playing dirty games in the dark. men, who you suppossedly share only 'platonic' feelings for, even though here you are - splayed wide open for their entertainment the moment you wind up single again.

but can you even be blamed for it? they're just so charming and persistent; so protective of their little sweetheart that it could almost be seen as possessive. all lingering touches, yearning glances hidden underneath faux looks of concern, and signs of lewd interest that aren't subtle in nature at all.

the sign is an arm draped around your shoulders, a kiss to the cheek, a broad palm sliding down and resting on the small of your back when you stand in the kitchen, cooking dinner for them just because they like seeing you in your little apron. it's treating you to breakfast in bed and cuddling, thick fingers tracing the spot where your neck meets your shoulder under the pretense to fix the pendant of your necklace back into place. it's long sighs accompanied with darkening eyes and a rather animalistic tilt of their heads whenever you pass by dressed in nothing but one of their t-shirts and underwear because you feel oh, so very comfortable around them.

it's all of that.

so when you finally break up with your boyfriend, they jump into action. all soothing words and gentle coos, they finally dare initiate what they've been hinting at for months - their faces bright red and their burly statures kind of jittery, but nonetheless eager. the proposal is obvious, waiting for you right there. you've just gotta take it.

and you do, of course you do. after all, how could you ever say no to helping out your favourite boys? all they ever do is spoil you and shower you with their full attention, isn't it expected from you to do the same in order to make this friendship work? nobody else can do it but you, they tell you. no girl ever comes close to whatever power you hold over them, it's like you've got them on a leash without even trying to; without even giving one single treat that they're so blatantly begging you for.

until now, that is. until you nod your head with a fast-beating heart, allowing them to go in for the kill. to mend your broken heart with the filthiest kind of love.

and yes, you can still friendzone them after this, pretend you don't care about them in that kind of way all you want, but being tangled into a mess of limbs and panting curses with those exact two 'besties' now, doesn't exactly help your case, does it? nor does being utterly naked while they're both still fighting to get out of their own clothes as fast as possible, listening to you whining and moaning like a little slut whenever their touch lands on the right spot and fucking jumpstarts your drumbeat of a pulse.

but no, you don't care about that, of course you don't - they're just your friends. friends that make sure you're having a good time, like they always do. friends that pick you up when you're feeling down. friends that will fuck you raw, and help you reach a high none of your ex-boyfriends could have even remotely taken you to. because they just know you so well. because they're your friends.

so naruto licks you like a man gone starved, and perhaps it's because he is one or because he wants you to forget about any other man ever being there in the first place. the flat of his tongue drags along your sticky folds with utmost hunger, his plush mouth wrapping around your clit from time to time just so that he can toy with it and feel you tremble above him whenever he sucks on it a bit too harshly, somewhat clumsily and makes you squirm.

he's a messy pussy eater, doesn't care at all about the drool and warm slick coating his chin. he'll lap up every drop you'll spill, will accept every hug that your thighs give around his head. even if you'd decide to crush his skull in that moment by clenching your shaky legs, he'd just accept it and say thank you before succumbing to his fate.

pussy gets him high like that, but yours... it gets him into heaven - outright shoves him into pure bliss he really is willing to die for. shoves him in the same mind-numbing manner he now uses to shove his tongue inside your dripping hole, tongue-fucking you and feeling you tighten until he can taste the sweetness. until you start to move your hips; start to ride his goddamn face.

grip tight on your hip; bandages that cover his right arm graze your skin when you get too eager and he has to fight against you to keep you still. meanwhile, his other hand is nowhere near you, but judging by the dazed look in his eyes and the way he occasionally grunts before burrowing his face even deeper between your legs, you know that he's stroking himself because, well, because you can't.

after all, you're clearly too overwhelmed to be giving him a handjob, when kiba repeatedly keeps hitting the back of your throat; making you choke from the tight fit and its accompanying pressure. he's so big that he might as well skull-fuck your very soul out of you. his size makes your eyes cross and your jaw ache like a motherfucker. it fucking hurts.

so as an attempt to keep yourself steady, both of your hands are secured on his thighs. your fingers grasp at his unzipped jeans, nails shakily clawing at the dark denim. drool dribbles down your chin and the side of your neck, mixes with the hot tears that you spill unwillingly whenever he forces a gag out of that pretty mouth of yours.

to kiba, you sound just the way he's imagined you to sound - even better than that. especially when his hand tangles into your hair when he rests it on the back of your ditzy head and pushes you forward; makes you take more until your eyes are so watery that he doubts if you can actually see him through the blur whenever you look up at him.

and fuck, whenever he pulls back, there are multiple, thick strings of silver saliva gleaming in the dark, connecting you to him before he smears them all against your cheek and calls you a "good fuckin' girl" for petting yourself against his cock like that - so eager and willing to please even with a broken heart.

your thighs attempt to squeeze together in response to his mean praise and the heat it invokes to swirl in your belly, but you can't fucking do that because naruto is in the way. of course you can't, the future hokage is too busy devouring your little cunt with his plush mouth, touching your poor, hot and bothered body all over with greedy hands; making you feel like flames are going to consume you whole. he's pushing you towards the edge so fast that you're quite frankly scared to reach it at this point, because your heart might just fucking burst and you'll drop dread - simple as that.

and speaking of naruto: his point of view is mesmerizing, even better than the porn he sometimes watches when he's alone. besides your pretty tits, he can also see you taking kiba's cock like a champ as you lean forward to take even more inches. can see his friend's dick outright bulge inside your throat every time he pushes it down and keeps it there for a couple of seconds in that slightly sadistic way they both secretly like.

different sensations are running through your body during this entire thing; clashing, overstimulating. it's all too much to endure, they're both just such a big presence in the room, so domineering and demanding. so when you finally give them what they want - and for which they are so eagerly bullying you into giving - you nearly lose yourself in the process.

naruto - ever the pleaser, and kiba - the greedy bastard that he is, take everything.

but it still isn't quite enough.

because now - as you're cumming - somehow through all the haze, you can feel naruto's tongue start to swirl over your sensitive button of nerves again, and you can see kiba clench his jaw; can hear the click of his tongue against his teeth before he takes a deep breath through his nose. it takes you a moment to realize that the man before you has went completely still, has pulled back at the mere hint of sweetness that is the scent of your release and that only he can catch. his fist is tight around his cock that's still completely covered in your drool. he doesn't let you suck him off anymore.

taking a deep breath yourself, your throat is aching and yet it misses the fullness. you can't help but wonder how naruto would taste and how kiba's tongue would feel on you. glancing up at him from underneath your lashes, the hungry look your scent had brought onto his face is driving you insane - they're both driving you insane.

especially as kiba finally tears his eyes off of you to glare down at his friend and say,

"move, dumbass. it's my turn."

#naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto smut #naruto uzumaki smut #kiba x reader #kiba smut #biscuit drabbles

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eisforeidolon · 7 months ago

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I tell ya, i can't wait for the revival to happen just for the meltdown that will come from Jensen disregarding the confession. Either just completely friendzoning Cass or using it as a dismissing it with a joke. But then again, the hellers would make up some dumb bullshit and queerbait themselves.

Yeah, I think at this point, it's pretty clear there is literally nothing hellers can't convince each other is actually ~*proof*~ of the validity of D/C because [absurd batshit nonsense]. Hell, with no new SPN-related content airing, they've resorted to applying the same old myopic conspiracy-think to completely unrelated shows to explain how D/C will have to be made canon, FFS. Literally nothing.

Of course, no matter how many times they echo chamber each other into believing a revival must inevitably validate their fanfic? It doesn't magically alter reality and actually make the CW homophobic or canon!Dean bi and into Castiel. It doesn't make Misha reliable or them the majority of the audience. It doesn't give Castiel Sam's place in the narrative or make Jensen secretly have the complete opposite opinions from what he publicly says. Or or or.

So yeah, when Castiel's pre-death wordvomit about lurve is inevitably danced around entirely or Dean politely familyzones the angel because SPN is pointedly not a romance story? They'll throw another huge tantrum, scream about being oppressed, and then start inventing new conspiracies left and right to to explain why a storyline that never existed outside their fanfic and stereotype-tastic meta still continues to not exist in the revival ... but will totes be canon for real next time!

#destihellers

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sugoi-and-spice · 2 years ago

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Chapter Eighteen - The Friendzone

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

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[excerpt]

She really didn’t know what to expect the first time she went back to Shigaraki’s place for a study session after their�� discussion . They were trying to find a new normal — one that didn’t involve yelling and backsliding and sex, and two out of the two previous attempts at this had been completely unsuccessful.

Needless to say she had some serious doubts that any of this was going to work. She wasn’t sure that it was possible to ever just be friends with Tomura Shigaraki. And she was really scared of what that meant. Best case scenario, it meant that they probably would never see each other again.

And that thought pained her way more than she’d ever admit.

So she was pretty surprised when she entered his apartment that day and found not the usual empty living room, but Shigaraki himself, spreading out his textbooks on the dining table. And Kurogiri too, assembling a delightful little tray of snacks and braising a rack of lamb in the attached, open-concept kitchen with no signs of leaving the room.

“What’s going on here?”

Shigaraki answered simply, “Tutoring.”

“Down here?”

“I’ve got my own work to do today, so I thought a set-up like this made more sense,” he answered.

Wait… had Shigaraki actually set up their session in the living room, a public place, where they couldn’t get out of control?

“Did you have somewhere else in mind?” he asked.

Without even thinking, she answered, “I, uh, I guess I’m just surprised that you don’t want to do it in your room.”

Shigaraki smirked, “Do you want to go to my room?”

“N-No, this is fine!” she squeaked, eagerly taking her seat, “This is great, actually.”

He chuckled and tossed a stack of practice tests to her side of the table.

“Here are the study guides you missed. Review ‘em and then you should do a couple practice tests since you’re behind.”

She looked up at him with a scowl, fully ready to rebuke and rebuttal whatever snarky comment or patronizing smirk he’d throw her way for why she was behind. But there was no judgment or passive aggression waiting for her. He’d just stated it simply and opened his own laptop to work. It didn’t matter how long she waited either, no dig came. If he was holding onto any bitterness right now, it didn’t show.

Feeling her stare, Shigaraki glanced up, “What?”

“N-Nothing!” she dropped her head to dive into her work, praying to God that he didn’t see the red dusting her cheeks, “Just zoned out so… Yeah, nothing.”

His mouth twitched up. He absolutely did notice. But he chose not to say anything about it, instead pushing his laptop across the table towards her.

“Hey, what do you think of this paragraph?”

She looked back up at him, beyond surprised, “You want my help?”

“I want your opinion ,” he corrected pointedly.

She turned the laptop towards her, still a bit baffled, but looking over the document on screen regardless.

“I had the first two sentences switched originally,” he explained, “But I’m wondering if it actually makes a difference.”

She read through the section a few times before scrolling back to the intro paragraph.

“It’s for a history class?” she asked as she read over his thesis, “Not creative writing or anything?”

“Right.”

“I’d go with the way you had it,” she answered, turning the laptop back to him, “It connects more directly to your thesis statement.”

“Hm,” he made the switch and then reread his work, wondering aloud, “Do you think I should just cut the second sentence entirely?”

“No, no, it’s not fluff or anything. But when you open with that sentence, it definitely reads as more of a decorative lead-in rather than supportive evidence.”

Shigaraki nodded thoughtfully as Kurogiri approached with their snack tray.

“Can I get you any coffee or tea?” he asked her as he set it down on the table in front of her.

“Coffee sounds great. Thanks!” she said, her mouth watering at the assortment of stupidly expensive-looking snacks on display.

Kurogiri nodded politely and turned to his ward, “Tomura Shigaraki?”

He didn’t look up from his screen when he answered, “We got any barley tea?”

She paused, the leaning charcuterie tower of baked brie, duck salami, roasted fig, and truffle crackers she’d assembled stopping just short of her lips.

“Yes, I just picked some up yesterday,” Kurogiri answered, pointedly holding back the “by your request” that sat on the tip of his tongue.

“I’ll take that hot.”

“Right away.”

She couldn’t fight the smile that it all brought to her face. It made her charcuterie masterpiece taste all the better.

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daisy-milk · 2 years ago

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Playing for Keeps ~ part one

gotta thank @planetdream for the Jeongin x Seungmin brainrot from this post :3 meow meow 🐯

Jeongin x reader x Seungmin (friends to lovers)

Btw this was definitely suppose to have smut, but me sleepy and I wanted to post this so that it isn’t porn with too much plot… idk. There will be smut in part two.

cw: drinking, cursing, smoochin, not proofread hehe

Originally, this all started off as a competition between the two. Though they could never admit it, both Seungmin and Jeongin had fallen head over heels for you. Even if they could admit, the two would never be able to navigate their feelings without making their own friendship awkward. They’re guys after all. That’s why they came up with their little competition.

“It’s all for fun,” they would say to each other, “It’s not like I like her or anything, I just don’t want you to win.” They would tease each other constantly, but with each moment they spent trying to win you over, the more addicted they became to you. Fortunately, you never caught on. Or maybe, it was unfortunate. Seungmin, Jeongin, and you have naturally become very close with one another through their little game, but not in the way they wanted. Though you were all nearly the same age, you began to see them as little brothers to you. They were just so cute and friendly with you and you couldn’t help but just find them adorable. It killed them on the inside when their competition began to plateau, neither of them seeing any progress on either side. It seemed as if they hit a dead end with you.

“Who do you like better, y/n?” Seungmin asked casually, looking down at the dishes he was wiping down. He made sure Jeongin could hear his question though.

“Huh?” You lifted your head up from your phone, “What do you mean?”

Jeongin eyed Seungmin from behind you, his interest in the conversation now piqued, “Who else? It’s just me and Innie here.” Seungmin scoffed as if his question was obvious. Jeongin only rolled his eyes as he plopped down into the stool next to you, twisting open the soda that he found on the kitchen island in front of you two.

Your brows furled as Jeongin gulped down the beverage. That was your soda, “What? Why’re you making me choose all of a sudden? Are you recording me or something?” You duck under the island in search of a hidden camera.

“Why would I be recording you? I just want to know. We’ve been friends for a while and I am curious.”

“Uhm… okay, but this is so out of nowhere. What prompted this? Is this a test? Did I do something to you?” you pressed your hands into the countertop as you leaned over, staring at Seungmin from across the island.

“Yeah, Seungmin,” Jeongin finally spoke up, a knowing smirk on his face as she eyed his friend, “Where’s this coming from?” He knew of course. Jeongin could smell from a mile away how impatient Seungmin was getting with you. Almost a year into their competition and they have gone months without any progress. It was almost as if you were trying to friendzone them, Seungmin would say.

“Just choose,” Seungmin snapped bluntly, but still kept his tone casual. Jeongin chuckled, he had to admit that seeing Seungmin getting riled up over you was pretty entertaining.

“I can’t! I like both of you. It’s like making me choose between my two puppies at home,” you cooed as you stared at your homescreen image of your dogs. They both rolled their eyes at you now, but you didn’t catch it.

“You’re comparing us to your dogs now?” Jeongin whined as he leaned into you, eyeing Seungmin as he made his subtle move.

“Of course,” you still hadn’t taken your eye off your phone, now swiping through images of your pets, “You’re both cute and small and sweet… I don’t think I could ever choose.” By now you were only thinking of your dogs.

“Cute? Small?” Jeongin scoffed, his voice deepened slightly as he played with the loose strands of hair on your face, “We’re way bigger than you.” Taking your hand, he places it on his own to compare the sizes, “See?” he hums as he curls his long fingers over your smaller ones. Seungmin rolls his eyes, wiping down the plates a little harder now.

“Didn’t mean it like that, idiot,” you flick Jeongin’s nose, “I just mean I love you both the same and it would be impossible to choose.”

That conversation ended faster than it started and neither of the boys got the answer they wanted. They’ve truly hit a wall.

—

“A truce?” Seungmin raises an unimpressed brow at Jeongin, “Is this you forfeiting?”

“No, but this is getting boring. I know you want her just as much as I do, so why don’t we just work together?”

“Work together? And who are you to say that I’m into her? I’m just playing to prove a point.” Seungmin shrugs casually as he looked away from Jeongin.

“What point?”

“That I have more game than you,” the older snickered as Jeongin lightly slapped his shoulder.

“Oh you aren’t into her, hm?” Jeongin smirks as Seungmin nods his head, “Then you wouldn’t care if I just asked her out then?” His grin only grew when he saw the irritated scowl Seungmin couldn’t hide.

“Quit smiling like that. You’re going to get lines on your face,” was Seungmin’s only retort. Jeongin smirked, reading through Seungmin too easily, “And how do you know she’ll be even interested in… whatever we’re doing?” Seungmin questions.

“You really don’t see the way that girl eyes us when she thinks we aren’t looking? Or are you just as oblivious as her?” The younger responds sarcastically.

“Okay if she’s so into us, why has this bet been going on for over a year, hm?”

“She sees us as men, but doesn’t want to admit it, I think. To her, we’re like little brothers or something. If we just nudge her in the right direction, I’m sure we’ll have her wrapped around our fingers.”

—

“I’m gonna crash on your couch for tonight,” you sigh as you melt into the soft cushions you just landed on. It has only been a few moments since you entered their place and you’ve already made yourself comfortable- before the two boys had even entered through the doorway. It wasn’t unusual though. You practically lived there alongside them, they had long since gotten used to seeing you sleeping over in various parts of their home.

It had been a short night out, all the boys wanting to go out and drink after being holed up working for the past few weeks, but it seemed you and all the boys had lost the ability to be out past midnight. Frankly, you all lost steam by 10pm. You all parted ways before midnight even hit, leaving you to follow Jeongin and Seungmin home. Felix and Minho stayed out to grab more food leaving you alone in the dorms with the two youngest. The two shared a look before Jeongin spoke up.

“You should sleep in my room tonight… I think Minho is uhm… having people over tomorrow morning. I just don’t wanna have to wake you up early, you know?” he lied through his teeth. Seungmin rolled his eyes at his friend’s pathetic attempt.

“It’s alright,” you yawned, “Just drag me out before they come over. Besides, there isn’t any space for me in your room.”

“There is more than enough space. I have the biggest room, remember? I’m not going to wake up early to kick you out, you might as well just stay in my room,” Jeongin argued. Seungmin remained silent throughout the exchange.

“Ugh fine,” you groaned as you sat up from your comfortable spot on the couch. You lazily strolled into Jeongin’s room as you noticed Seungmin following you two. You didn’t press however, not thinking much of it until he entered the room after you, closing the door behind himself as he stood silently at the doorway, crossing his arms.

“We continuing the party in here or something?” you chuckled awkwardly, leaning over to stare at Seungmin.

“We aren’t tired yet,” Jeongin answered instead, “Hope you aren’t either. We don’t get the house to ourselves like this very often.” He turns his head to Seungmin with a grin. The older stays silent.

You coughed a little now noticing the tension in the room. You were alone with your two friends. Of course they were attractive, you were aware from the start, but there was no way they had the same thoughts you had when you stared at them from afar. It felt so wrong to have thoughts of them like that, they treat you so well and they’re just so sweet. Just how they would treat a sister, you thought. A deep blush began to blossom onto your cheeks as you felt hot with guilt. You turned your head away from Jeongin after he spoke. Were you imagining it or was Jeongin insinuating something else? You shook your head at the thought.

“I’m not that tired yet, why?”

Seungmin noticed the slight blush on your cheeks and that your fingers couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting. Maybe Jeongin was actually right. Maybe you really were wrapped around their fingers.

“I didn’t get to drink tonight,” Seungmin finally spoke up, “There's a box of soju in the fridge,” he spoke bluntly with a casual shrug.

“Round two?” Jeongin smiled.

—

Two bottles in and it had only been an hour. All three of you were on the floor in front of Jeongin’s bed playing a scuffed version of king’s cup. At this point all the rules were out the window, but it’s not like any of you even knew them to start.

You watch as Jeongin draws a four of hearts, “Four is…”

“Whore!” Jeongin exclaims, pointing at you, “Girls drink.”

“That’s unfair and sexist,” you grumble as you take another shot. The two chuckle at you, but they couldn’t keep their eyes off of the large cup in the center. It was nearly filled to the brim and it was nearing the bottom of the deck. Hesitantly, you reach over to the deck to draw the next card and your stomach drops.

“You’re fucking kidding me…” you show your card to the boys- the King of spades. The last king card, “That is actually going to kill me!” you laugh as you hold up the nearly full mug of straight soju.

“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to,” Seungmin starts to reach over to grab the mug. You pull it back before he could grab it.

“No. I have to, I’m a good loser.” At this point you were drunk enough to start drinking the mug without flinching at the burn.

“Hey, hey hold on, y/n. Jesus Christ take it easy.” Jeongin hurriedly rushes to you and pulls the mug away from your lips. You blink slowly at him, wobbling slightly as he uses his finger to wipe a drop from your lips, “You’re gonna vomit on my bed if you drink like that.”

“This was your idea, idiot,” your speech was slurred as you spoke, “If you’re so worried why don’t you drink some?” You realize how close he is to you as you press the rim of the mug up to his lips. His eyes lock onto yours as he nods, taking a sip from you. Your eyes widen as you tilt the mug, allowing the soju to slowly pour into his mouth. Everything about him was so hypnotizing in the moment. His perfectly shaped brows furling with each sip, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, his jawline, his cheekbones- there wasn’t a single flaw on that man. And you were so close to him. Your face was now beyond flushed, praying that it was dark enough to hide your reddened cheeks. Not paying attention, you hadn’t realized that Jeongin stopped drinking.

“Oh shit, sorry,” you muttered as he pulled away. His warmth was gone but you still stared. A single drop of soju trailed down his chin. You had no idea what came over you, but you leaned in, entranced by your friend. Your lips traveled to where the drop sat and Jeongin followed you, his head tilting as you leaned into him. Suddenly you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, breaking you out of the trance you were just in. You flinched, totally in shock of what you almost just did, causing you to lean back. Jeongin’s large hand wraps around the small of your back before you could catch yourself. He was close again, closer than before.

“Did you just try to kiss me?” Jeongin smirks.

“W-what? Hah, no… I-” you stuttered, both your hands gripping onto the mug as if it were your life-support, “You were trying to kiss me too!” you exclaimed, attempting to defend whatever drunken honor you had left.

“I was,” he responded bluntly, his smirk not wavering.

“Exactl- wait…” you blink at him. His hand began to feel very hot on your back.

He stared at you with a lazy grin and all hell broke loose in your heart. Butterflies were an understatement. His stare made you feel like the kraken had been set loose in your chest. You practically shivered under his gaze, “So are you gonna kiss me or are you gonna keep staring at me while you finish the rest of that drink?”

That was all it took. You folded, leaning in to crash your lips onto his. Jeongin smiled into the kiss, using the hand he had on his back to tug you closer to him. He was quick to slip his tongue into your mouth, his soft pink lips parting to force your own open. His free hand reached up to your jaw, gripping onto your face as his warm tongue explored your mouth. So lost in the feeling, you nearly forgot about the third player. All until you felt a third hand reach between you to grab the mug that was now leaking onto your pants. You pulled away from Jeongin with a deep breath as Seungmin took the mug from you.

“Oops, looks like we forgot someone,” Jeongin chuckled. You were literally breathless. You didn’t even have the mind to worry about the soju that soaked your pants.

“Ignore me. Just getting rid of this before it makes your floor all sticky,” Seungmin said nonchalantly as he began to stand up.

“Wait,” you spoke suddenly without thinking. Your eyes widened when you realized you were now holding onto the leg of his sweatpants. Not even five minutes ago you were making out with your best friend in front of him. Seungmin made the appropriate reaction to excuse himself, so why didn’t you want him to leave? Luckily, Jeongin spoke up for you.

“You want him to stay, y/n?” It seemed more of a statement than a question from Jeongin. The corners of Seungmin’s lips curled up the faintest bit as his head tilted, waiting for a response from you. Suddenly, you felt like being a little greedy.

You nodded quickly, not knowing how to respond. Seungmin kneeled down to level his face with yours. There was something hidden behind his monotone expression as he stared at you. You had no idea what it was, but there was one thing you knew, there was nothing innocent about the way he stared at you. He was just as frustratingly perfect as Jeongin and it was almost impossible to keep your eyes locked onto his. It was almost as if it were a different man in front of you. You had to turn your head to break the eye contact, give yourself a few moments to take everything in, but Seungmin stopped you before you could. His fingers brushed along your jawline, trailing the bone until he reached your chin, grabbing it with his pointer finger and thumb to turn your head to face him.

“Jeongin asked you a question. I didn’t hear a response.”

cont. in part two

#spreading the jeongin x seungmin agenda #jeongin x reader #seungmin x reader #skz #stray kids

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starfall-spirit · 4 months ago

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@elucienweekofficial Day 7: AU

Read on Ao3 // Chapter II // Event Masterlist

Summary: Elain doesn't need a pack bond to be satisfied as an omega. She's perfectly content being mated to Azriel alone and their solo bond had never been a problem. That is until Elain's heat cycle arrives ahead of schedule and her alpha is half way around the world with no way home.

Luckily for them, their very good friend and roommate, Lucien, is willing to step in until Azriel can get home to help her.

CW: Smut

AN: The smut in this chapter is all Elucien. If you don't like Eluzriel, you can treat this as a oneshot.

Chapter I

“I can’t believe you’ll be gone for a week. I thought Rhys was supposed to deal with all of the overseas stuff. You know, as the CEO.”

Maybe that wasn’t quite fair. Ever since his father had died the poor guy had been stuck with a ridiculous number of company problems that would have had Elain shutting the thing down and starting from scratch. But one by one, the man had been putting out every fire he faced. All while being a near perfect husband and father, spoiling her sister and their adorable infant rotten.

Azriel sighed, voicing her own thoughts. “He needs to be here for Feyre and Nyx for the time being. A week away… I’m sorry angel. Believe me, I would stick somebody else on this if that was an option. Plus—” He grinned. “—you have Lucien and Vassa to keep you company while I’m gone.”

“You know that’s not the same.” She winced. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m being so whiny about this.”

He stepped away from his half-full duffle bag, his face softening. “You don’t have to apologize to me, Elain. Separation has never been easy for us and that’s okay.” She’d heard the reason behind that about a thousand times since she presented. “Once you bond an alpha, distance for an extended period will be difficult. Most omegas choose to pack bond to help with the separation anxiety.” So on and so on. Elain still thought she sounded utterly pathetic. She knew walking into this relationship that she wouldn’t always be able to travel with him.

“A few months ago we discussed—”

“You are enough, Azriel. Yes, traveling is difficult when I can’t join you, but I don’t need another alpha.”

“If you fear offending me, Elain, I wouldn’t offer something like this if I wasn’t sincere. Pack bonds are something I welcome.”

“You’re the only one I want,” she insisted again. “The only one I need.” Standing on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, she closed the topic of discussion. “I’ll be fine. Like you said, I’ll have Lucien and Vassa for company.”

Vassa was an acquaintance through Lucien, though she’d only met the girl last year. Still, they’d immediately become friends, making weekend plans together and the like. Lucien was another story. Growing up in the same town and being a close friend to Elain’s younger sister, the pair of them had gone from knobby-kneed acquaintances to friends in their middle school years to an inseparable pair in high school. Though she’d never admit it out loud, in that last year of schooling together, Elain had started to see something else in the redhead. She still remembered what she had told her sisters when the pair started to puzzle out the shift in atmosphere between Lucien and Elain. “He’s objectively attractive,” she had said. “But he’s only my friend.”

Lucien had made that clear the day he asked her to help him execute his promposal to Jesminda a few weeks before the dance. She was firmly in the friendzone and there to stay. And that was just fine. She was blissfully head-over-heels for Azriel now, Lucien nothing more than their objectively attractive roommate.

That had been a shocker to say the least. She and Azriel had their whirlwind romance just a few months after Feyre introduced them. They’d hit things off and six months later they were officially mated and planned on moving her out of her apartment and into his, especially since it was actually closer to her shop.

When Azriel’s “smartass roommate” had pulled up to her house to help move her belongings across town, she’d been utterly speechless. Her chosen mate and high school crush side by side, apparently the best of friends. The first few days of their cohabitation had been… interesting. At least for Elain. The redhead hadn’t seemed bothered in the slightest, and rent was better split three ways than two.

“I have to be out early to catch my flight and be in time for the meeting,” Az told her, pulling her back into their current conversation. “You might still be sleeping.”

She nodded. “I’ll be fine.” He frowned again. “Honestly, what kind of problem could I find in a week that I can’t solve on my own?”

~~~~~

Not much in the beginning. The first night Vassa had come over for a girls’ night in. The second Lucien had come home from work at lunchtime and, noting that Elain had left her flower shop to her trusted managers that day, declared an official movie marathon. He’d prepared half a dozen snacks to share and bundled her up with twice as many blankets and pillows in their makeshift movie fort.

She’s found it amusing, if a little strange. “You know I don’t need a second nest, right, Lucien?” she’d jested, even as she found herself instinctively reaching to adjust the pillows just so.

“Az isn’t here,” he’d explained. “I don’t have an omega of my own to take care of. Give me this, won’t you?”

She hadn’t argued further, even if she wasn’t entirely convinced of his excuse. When she thought about it, the movie night feast was hardly the first time he’d spoiled her. There must be some truth behind his instincts as a provider.

The next morning she heard the door open and shut at seven forty-five as always, but this time there was a full breakfast plate on the table for her. Pancakes, fresh bacon, and eggs—scrambled, not fried because it was the only way she could stomach them—waited at the dining table, a scrap of paper beside it.

A handful of granola is not a substantial meal. At least get some protein in you this morning. Have a good day.

She rolled her eyes. She didn’t need Lucien mother-henning her because Az was away. But she sat down at the table anyway. Only because it would be a criminal offense to waste bacon cooked just to her liking and the eggs were fluffy in that way only Lucien seemed capable of achieving between the three of them.

Huffing only to make herself feel better, Elain dropped her work bag, picking up her fork and tucking her napkin into her lap. She was a business owner. Her managers had keys. She could be a few minutes late. Just this once.

~~~~~

Elain’s phone pinged as she wrapped up her closing routine that evening, showing part of a message from her sister.

You’re closing soon, right? Wanna do something tonight? I can banish Rhys, make him hang out with Cass for the night.

Elain snorted at the suggestion, even if she was considering the offer. Her sister hadn’t been extending or accepting any sort of invitations for several months, especially having spent a few weeks after her son’s birth in the NICU. She and Rhys weren’t germaphobes, but they were cautious. And Rhys… He was worse about hovering than Az and Lucien combined nowadays.

And how long will he actually stay banished? Do you plan on confiscating his house keys?

Hilarious.

Give me a bit to finish this and change. I’ll be there in an hour. <3

Setting down the phone, she finished wiping the counters and hurried home, waving to Lucien who sat on the couch binging a show he’d recently discovered. “I’m heading to Feyre’s for the evening. Don’t wait up for me.” Halfway out the door again, she turned to look over her shoulder. “Thank you. For breakfast this morning. You didn’t have to do that.”

“No need to thank me, little one. I’m happy to do it. Have fun with your sister. Give her a hug for me.”

“I will.” His words settled over her the moment the door snicked shut. No need to thank me, little one. The endearment didn’t bother her as much as it probably should have. All things considered, it wasn’t truly intimate. It was just… she wasn’t sure what excuse to make for him this time, but she knew that he’d never try to intrude on what she and Az had built. It was just a slip of the tongue, she was sure.

So why was she still thinking about it when she arrived at her sister’s apartment complex? The door swung open before she could raise her fist to knock. “—anything goes wrong, you call me. Anything, Feyre.”

“Rhys.”

“Feyre.”

“Good evening,” Elain interrupted, partly because this would turn very awkward very quickly, and partly to spare her sister from another lecture on her wellbeing.

Sighing, her brother in law leaned down to kiss Feyre. “If she seems the least bit stressed, Elain—”

“I’ll let you know. But we’ll be fine. Good night, Rhys.”

Feyre chuckled when Elain shut the door on him, already heading for the sofa where she—more likely Rhys, under her direction—had set up a movie night spread to rival Lucien’s the night prior. Twin take out boxes sat on the coffee table beside what she assumed were virgin margaritas, since her sister was breastfeeding Nyx.

“Is it a Potter night, or are we feeling rom-coms?”

“Rom-coms, I guess.”

Feyre pursed her lips. “What’s with the voice?”

“Voice?”

“We reconnected nearly two years ago. By now I know when something’s bothering you, Elain. Spill.” She took a bite of her dinner, dodging the question. “Elain.”

“Lucien’s been acting weird.”

“Weird?”

“The last couple days. Since Az left.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, Elain. He’s an alpha.” Elain frowned. “Your mate, his best friend, is halfway across the world at the moment. He isn’t going to try to make a move on you, but he’s going to step up and take care of you until Az gets back. Cass does the same thing to me. Az used to before I introduced you guys.”

“I considered that, but…”

“But?”

Elain shrugged. “Az has brought up pack bonding a few times. Because of the travel, mostly.”

“He wouldn’t have approached Lucien about it without your consent, Elain.”

“No, but if the door was cracked or we were discussing it when Lucien was coming into the house, he could have heard.”

“And?” Sighing, Feyre set down her take out box, fully facing her. “Elain, would it be the end of the world? Can I—Look, I’m going to say a few things and I just want you to listen. If tomorrow morning you decide to take it with a grain of salt, fine. But just promise you’ll think on it, okay?” Elain nodded. “Look, if you weren’t considering this, you wouldn’t be so worried about it. And whatever you try to claim, you were crushing on Lucien in high school. It was obvious to everyone but him. And he wasn’t any better off when it came to you.”

“Jesminda—”

“Was a sweet little beta. Uncomplicated. Not someone he had the chance of ruining his friendship with. You two lost touch after graduation, but that didn’t burn any bridges. Being mated to Az put a hold on things, but bonds can expand after a couple settles into their relationship. People, you know, experiment.”

Feyre blushed slightly at that, piquing Elain’s interest. “A confession if I’ve ever heard one. Who were you experimenting with, Feyre?”

“You don’t know him. Helion, he’s a friend of Rhys’. Things didn’t click with us, but I’d say your chances with Az and Lucien are much higher. Talk to Az when he gets back. It could work out better than you expect.”

~~~~~

The trouble arrived on the fourth evening, midway through the Facetime call she’d opened in the living room. “I finally got to go see Feyre and the baby. Rhys only gave us a couple hours of girl time, but it was still fun.”

Az chuckled. “That’s Rhys for you, overbearing bastard.”

“Because you’re so much better, aren’t you, Az?” Lucien called from the kitchen. A moment later he joined her on the couch, setting two pints of ice cream beside the laptop. “Rhys is going to be laughing at the both of you when you have a kid of your own, I’m sure.”

Elain swatted his arm, draping her throw blanket over the back of the couch when it started getting too hot. That ice cream was going to be a blessing, honestly. Picking up her pint, she let the boys carry the conversation for the time being. It was better they did. She’d felt a little off since she woke up and only seemed to be getting worse by the minute. And the crawling heat… Her regulation had always been bad and she was normally piling on blankets, even in the summer months.

All the pieces were finally fitting together and if the look Lucien was turning on her told her anything, it was that he could already scent the shift. “Guys, you good?”

“Just fine,” she claimed.

Lucien sighed, shaking his head at her. “Wrong time to leave the country, man. Elain’s heat is here early.”

Az cursed. “Can you get her settled in her nest and stay with her for a while, please?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks. I’ll figure out how I can postpone things here.”

“Don’t, Az. I’ll—I’ll be f-fine.”

He scowled back at the camera. “I’d believe that, angel, if we had a pack bond. Let Lucien help you until I can get there.” He focused on their roommate for a moment. “I have to account for the storm warnings too. Flights have been delayed.”

“Anything she needs, I’m here,” Lucien promised.

Az nodded sharply. “Get settled in before it gets any worse. Keep me updated. I love you, Elain.”

Lucien cut the call, lifting her in his arms only a moment later. Her pride demanded she walk, but she wasn’t stupid. If he set her down it wouldn’t be on steady legs. It was better this way. More efficient, that’s all.

“What was that?” Elain panted. “The end of the call. You and Az—Oh, God.”

“Shh.” He pushed into the room she shared with Az. “Don’t worry about a thing, little dove. Whatever you need in your heat, you’ll get.”

“Not whatever I need,” she snipped without thinking. “I’m not getting a knot tonight.” Lucien frowned, giving her the privacy she needed to change into something lighter and rearrange the pillows and blankets around her. He was gone just long enough for the embarrassment at her statement to sink in.

But why should she be embarrassed? He might not have a mate, but it was no secret what omegas required.

Since she sat at the edge of her nest rather than the heart of it at the moment, Lucien seemed comfortable tending to her from just outside of it, pressing a cool cloth to her skin and stroking her hair. “You know,” he murmured, “you could have a knot tonight, Elain. If that’s what you want.” The words settled between them slowly, like a stone plunking down into a pond. Or maybe that was just the heat fog setting into her brain, everything a bit muddled with it. “You wanted to know what the end of our conversation was about, right?”

“I—Yes.”

“That’s all there is to it, little one. If you decide you want me to knot you, Az trusts me to take care of you.” Dunking and ringing out the rag again, he dragged it down her neck, his hand steady as he swiped just above her nightgown’s neckline. “If you don’t, then I won’t. You know the facts. He’s getting here as fast as possible, but the storms have been bad enough that flights are being delayed and canceled.”

She considered his offer. After all, what did she really fear, when her relationship with Azriel was as secure as it was? This was a short term solution that wouldn’t be addressed again once her heat had passed. Her childhood crush was hardly a swaying factor here and neither one of them ever needed to know of it.

“Little dove.” She shivered at the endearment, nodding her head. Looking almost relieved, Lucien hurried to settle in beside her and pull her into his arms. It didn’t seem so wrong, all things considered. And she had to admit, it did more to sooth her than any cold rag would. “That’s it,” he murmured, letting her nuzzle against his neck to take in his scent. She let out a soft sigh, thighs parting enough for him to slide his leg up between them. If she just sank down… “Just like that.”

Pleasure started to temper the cramping pain that had built, a liquid heat pooling deep within her. “Lucien.”

“I know, sweetheart.” His hands locked on her hips, guiding her to grind down on his thigh. The cut of her nightgown was short enough that the fabric he had bunched in his grip lifted the hem, leaving only his sweats as a barrier between them. “Take what you need, little dove.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered against his neck.

“None of that. What could possibly be wrong with a sweet little thing like you leaving a mess on my thigh?” She sucked in a sharp breath, his scent washing over her yet again. She was all but drunk on it, driving her that much closer to her release. “Elain.” That ache deep inside of her started to throb again, craving, insistent. She gave a little huff, frustrated. Just when she started to reach down between them, Lucien’s hand was there, his thumb stroking over her clit just how she needed it. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let go.”

She plunged over the edge, clenching hard over nothing and all the more frustrated for it. “Hurts.” Lips dragging down his neck, Elain shifted back far enough to tug at his waistband, albeit clumsily.

Catching her hands, Lucien rolled them over, somehow doing away with her nightgown in the process. She groaned. Why the hell wasn’t he undressing? “I know, sweet girl.” Two fingers slid into her, knuckle deep, setting a slow rhythm that just managed to take the edge off. His free hand came up to tug his shirt off from the collar, his fingers retreating only long enough to pull the sleeve over his hand. “I know.”

His mouth sealed over hers, quelling any anxiety that may have remained. The next time he pulled away he was finally as bare as she was, every inch of him exposed for her to assess. Not that Elain was all that capable of comprehensive thinking at the moment.

Honestly, she didn’t care about much at the moment. Other than the fact her current company was an alpha capable and willing to knot her. “Please, please, please.”

The tip pressed into her a moment later, any other words lost to that first slow stroke as Lucien eased into her one inch at a time. Another flash of heat washed over her, that first taste of his cock driving her body to demand more, more, more. She sobbed, walking the tightrope of pain and pleasure when their hips finally met. “I’m sorry, sweet girl,” he murmured, stroking her sweaty hair back. “You’re doing so well, little dove.” It was a small mercy when he started to rock his hips, building the distance and pressure of each thrust at an agonizing pace. “My good girl. My perfect girl.”

She clenched tight around him, thighs trembling in his grip, trying and failing to not think about how perfectly she seemed to fit against him. His hands cradling her legs, keeping her steady with every thrust, the feeling of his mouth on hers or tracing down the line of her throat. The croon of his voice in her ear. The way she yearned to hear the next bit of praise fall from his lips.

Natural.

That’s what she had felt over a year ago with Az. And here she was again. Maybe something could be said for pack bonds after all. But then, Azriel had never made suggestions as to who he would consider welcoming as a second alpha.

“Elain.” She opened her eyes, looking up at Lucien. “Stop thinking so damn hard. Everything is going to work out how it should. Trust me.”

Even if she’d wanted to argue, she didn’t have the chance to. Not when his next thrust knocked the very air from her lungs. “Lucien. More.”

“Tell me what you need, little dove. You’ll have it.”

“Please.” The steady grind he’d set into halted altogether and she wailed, nails sinking into his muscled shoulders as punishment. “Please.”

“Please what, Elain?”

“Fill me up. Knot me. Please, Alpha, I need your knot.”

He shuddered above her, pressing a kiss to her brow, then her mouth. “Good girl.”

The tender praise washed over her once again and with her mind and senses caught in that haze, she had to rely on feeling alone, unable to do more than surrender to the wave of pleasure his attention had built to. His knot started to swell against her and she whined, half-fearing that this wouldn’t end with him locked inside of her. “Come for me, Elain.”

Locking her legs behind his back, she tried to pull him deeper. Lucien sighed. “Perhaps it was too much to hope you could do as you’re told.” Pulling out completely, he flipped her on her front, pushing back into her in one brutal thrust. Elain broke beneath him, too wound up to do anything but fall into that roiling bliss for the second time. He let her flail a moment, adjusting to the new angle even as she clenched around him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she heard somewhere beyond the fog plaguing her.

She had the vague sense of her wrists being crossed behind her back, but she didn’t have much hope of getting a clear image on what Lucien was doing with her body and mind in such a state. Especially as he started to thrust into her, each stroke less sure than the one before. God, he hadn’t let her recover from that orgasm before he had her soaring towards the next.

“I can’t,” she sobbed.

“One more for me, love. One more time as you take my knot. My sweet omega. I know you can do it for me, little dove. Just one more.”

And she did. The very moment he locked inside of her she fell into that third blinding climax, undoubtedly looking an absolute wreck as she writhed beneath him, only sated when he finally came inside of her. His grip on her wrists went slack and he rolled slightly so they were both laying on their sides, locked together, blind and deaf to anything beyond the feeble bond starting to make itself known.

“Lucien.”

“Rest, little dove. I’m not going anywhere.”

She was just present enough to register Lucien reaching across her to pick a sweatshirt from the edge of her nest. The instinct to scold him for meddling with her careful arrangement faded the moment he worked it over her head, Azriel’s familiar scent instantly soothing her. Did it not bother him, seeing her in another alpha’s clothes when he was the one taking care of her? “Stop thinking so hard,” he said for the second time that night. “Your mind and body both need rest. I’ll be here with you the whole time.”

“The whole time?”

She felt him smile against her cheek before placing a soft kiss there. “The whole time.”

~~~~~

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