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kaces-graham-crackers · 2 months ago

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Stirring the Quiet - Hidden Verses

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: Y/N's weekend spirals into something more after a simple Instagram follow sparks nonstop texting with Jenna. As a poetry night unfolds, hidden emotions and lingering looks stir beneath the surface, leaving Y/N wondering if there’s more to Jenna’s words than she realizes.

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I lay sprawled out on my bed, staring at the crumpled receipt with Jenna's Instagram handle scribbled at the bottom. "Jenna has neat handwriting." Mr. Noodles had busied himself with the loose string from my hoodie, batting it around like it was the most exciting thing in the world. I couldn't help but stare at the note beneath it.

"Thanks for the coffee and conversation again, Slick."

I huffed, running a hand through my hair. It was the weekend, and The Daily Grind was closed, but my mind hadn't stopped buzzing since yesterday. I wasn't sure if it was because I spent the entire night tossing and turning or if the note and handle staring back at me were messing with my head.

Mr. Noodles rolled over next to me, biting the loose string of my hoodie. I chuckled, tugging the string away only for Mr. Noodles to pounce on it again. "You're supposed to be giving me advice, Sir," I muttered to the cat.

"Should I follow her?" I muttered aloud, glancing down at Mr. Noodles as if the cat would magically start talking. Instead, he batted the string again, completely uninterested in my words. Sighing, I pulled out my phone. "Okay, maybe I'll just look at her profile... just a quick peek."

I typed in Jenna's handle, my fingers shaking just a little as her profile popped up. Her feed included behind-the-scenes shots from sets, goofy pictures with friends, and the occasional aesthetically curated post. It was everything I expected and more, yet somehow, seeing it all made Jenna feel both distant and approachable.

I glanced at the Instagram handle again, thumb hovering over the 'follow' button. My heart thumped loudly in my ears. "Do I follow her now? Is that weird?" A nervous flutter filled my chest.

I looked at Mr. Noodles, hoping for some sort of divine intervention. I sighed and turned the phone screen toward the cat, leaning in as if he might actually give me the needed advice.

"What do you think? Follow or not?" I asked, thumb still frozen in place.

Mr. Noodles tilted his head for a moment, and before I could stop him, his paw shot out, landing directly on the screen—pressing the follow button.

My eyes widened. “Oh no… no, no, no, no! Noodles! Why—" I yelped, sitting upright, heart jumping out of my chest. I stared at the phone silently as if it might explode. Great. She's going to think I'm creepy, I panicked.

Mr. Noodles showed no remorse. Unfazed by my mini-crisis, he merely stretched out his paw, pressed it on my chest, meowed, and held it there as if to say, "Chill, human, it's just Instagram."

I laughed softly, scratching behind his ears. "I guess I did ask for your advice, boss; maybe it's not the end of the world," I replied, setting the phone down and falling back onto the pillow. The nerves from before slowly faded as Mr. Noodles curled up closer, purring contentedly.

A few minutes later, a buzz from my phone broke the silence. My heart stopped for a second as I grabbed the phone. It was Jenna.

Jenna: "I see you found my Instagram, Slick."

I sat up again, staring at the screen. Slick. That nickname was going to stick, wasn't it?

My heart was still pounding. What am I supposed to say to that? I bit my lip, staring at the screen, trying to find the perfect way to respond without sounding like I was fangirling.

Y/N: "Haha, yeah, I might have had a little nudge from Mr. Noodles. He has a knack for pressing buttons."

Jenna's response came quickly.

Jenna: "I knew Mr. Noodles had good taste. Should I be worried he's the mastermind behind everything?"

I chuckled, panic subsiding. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought.

Y/N: "Definitely. He's secretly running my life from behind the scenes."

Jenna: "Well, tell him he's doing a great job."

The conversation flowed easily after that. Jenna texted about how she was shopping with her mom and sister. I found myself smiling as I read Jenna's updates about their day. We talked about each other's Instagram pages, with Jenna casually mentioning how "quiet" my account was. She commented on some of them—photos of The Daily Grind, a bunch of funny pictures of Mr. Noodles, and random snapshots of L.A. life.

Jenna: "I didn't know you were into photography."

Y/N: "Just something I dabble in, nothing serious."

Jenna: "Well, you've got an eye for it."

Reading Jenna's message, I bit my tongue, stifling a snicker.

Y/N: "You've got an eye for a lot of things, don't you? Bet you could spot a diamond in the rough without even trying."

There was a moment of silence, a break in the rapid-fire messaging, and my brain immediately went into panic mode. As I reread my last message, my heart raced as I questioned every word. Was that flirting? Oh god, did it sound like I was flirting? Groaning internally, I debated whether to follow up or leave it alone, replaying the words repeatedly, hoping I hadn't crossed any lines.

Meanwhile, across town, Jenna stood in a boutique with her mom and sister, holding a pair of shoes, when her phone buzzed again. She glanced down at my message, a small, amused smile playing on her lips as she read it. Was that... flirting? she wondered, feeling a spark of something she couldn't quite place.

Aliyah, her younger sister, nudged her with a teasing grin. "You've been glued to that phone all day. What's up with that?"

Jenna shrugged, trying to play it off. "Nothing, just texting."

"Texting who?" Aliyah leaned in, trying to peek over Jenna's shoulder. "Come on, spill the tea! You haven't been this distracted since... ever."

Jenna quickly pulled her phone closer, shooting her sister a look. "It's not a big deal."

Aliyah raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Uh-huh, sure. You're not fooling me. Who is it?"

Jenna smirked and shook her head. "None of your business, Aliyah."

Aliyah laughed. "Fine, keep your secrets. But I'm watching you," she teased, throwing a playful smirk as they walked away. Jenna's thoughts lingered on my message, the teasing fading into the background as she mentally filed away the moment for later.

Panicking a little, I started typing out an explanation. "I was just saying, you know, your Instagram feed is super polished. That post you did at the premiere? It definitely looks professional. Like, you've got an eye for these things."

I hit send, biting my lip as the message went through. Crisis averted, right?

But her reply came in almost immediately: "Are you flirting with me, Slick?"

My face immediately heated up. Was I? I hadn't thought so, but now… maybe? My heart raced as I stared at the words on my screen.

Frantically, I started typing again, trying to come up with something that didn't make me sound like a complete fool. My fingers danced over the keyboard as I finally typed, "Only if it's working."

I winced immediately. Did I seriously just say that? But I didn't have time to take it back because Jenna's reply popped up almost instantly: "Maybe it is ;)"

My brain short-circuited as I reread the message, swallowing hard. I needed to keep it together.

The rest of the day flew by. We texted back and forth, sometimes in rapid bursts and other times falling into a comfortable silence. I hadn't even noticed how much time we had spent texting. After cooking, I sent Jenna a quick message.

Y/N: "About to eat. What about you?"

But before I could wait for a response, Mr. Noodles let out a long, dramatic meow, reminding me of his presence—and his empty food bowl.

"Don't worry, I didn't forget about you," I muttered, hopping up to feed him.

Y/N: "Feeding Mr. Noodles before he stages a protest."

Jenna: "A well-fed Noodles is a happy Noodles."

I laughed and grabbed the little tray, setting Noodles' plate on it. "I even got the tray this time, Noodles." Noodles never ate his meals unless they were on his special tray. The cat had his dignity, after all. I took a quick selfie with Noodles eating his food in the foreground, my hoodie-clad self sitting beside him with a content smile.

Y/N: [Pic] "Noodles approves of dinner."

Jenna: "Noodles is adorable. Oh yeah, you're there too."

Gasping playfully, I put my hand on my chest and shook my head.

After dinner, I tossed my phone on the bed and stretched. Then, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, tugging at my hoodie strings.

"We've been texting all day… like we're—" The thought was abruptly halted by a text from Jenna.

Jenna: Oh, are you going to that poetry event?"

I paused. I had almost forgotten about the poetry night, but now the idea of Jenna showing up made me excited and nervous.

Y/N: "Yeah, I'll be there, "I can't get out of work that easily, sadly."

Jenna: Lol, good, because I was thinking about stopping by.

I smiled at my phone, feeling a strange excitement bubbling inside me. I mentioned the event casually, not thinking Jenna would actually show up. But here she was, considering it.

Y/N: "Yeah, come drop by! It's going to be tons of fun."

Jenna: "Fun's one way to put it…I was thinking about reading something."

I froze. Jenna Ortega, reading poetry?

Y/N: "Wait, you're gonna read something? Now I have to see this."

Jenna: "Guess you'll have something to look forward to then."

Y/N: "I guess we’ll see then. I'm heading to bed. I'll talk to you later. Goodnight!"

Jenna: "All right, get some rest. Goodnight!"

I flopped back onto my bed, my phone still in hand. Mr. Noodles, completely unbothered, was fast asleep, the very cause of my earlier crisis now resting peacefully. I gave him a light scratch on the head. "This is going to be an interesting poetry night, buddy."

A few days later, the poetry event was in full swing at The Daily Grind. The café's warm glow set the perfect stage for the poets to approach the mic. Customers sat scattered around tables, sipping lattes and nibbling on pastries, but tonight, there was no usual chatter. The air buzzed with something more—a soft, attentive silence layered with the energy of excitement and nerves.

I stood behind the counter, half-listening to the poems as I washed some dishes. My mind kept drifting back to Jenna, who'd arrived not too long ago. She was sitting in the middle of the café now, flipping through her journal, occasionally looking up when someone delivered a line that caught her interest.

I tried to focus on the cappuccino cup I was washing, but my stomach kept twisting with this weird mix of excitement and nerves. I'd never really imagined Jenna as the poetry type, but seeing her here, confident, made the idea of her reading even more intriguing. Jenna, reading poetry. Damn.

I’d finished the last of my batch of dishes when I heard the soft creak of a chair. Glancing up, I saw Jenna standing, journal in hand, making her way toward the small stage. Her steps were steady but confident, sending my heart into overdrive.

I leaned against the counter, gripping the edge as I watched her take her place at the mic. The background hum of conversation faded to nothing, and I could feel the energy shift as Jenna tapped her journal against the mic stand.

"Hi, for those who don't know me, my name is Jenna." The crowd softly erupted into a few snaps and cheers.

"This is something I've been working on for a while," Jenna started, her voice steady but carrying this vulnerable edge. "I don't usually share my poetry, but… here goes nothing."

My breath caught in my chest. The café was silent now, except for the faint hiss of the espresso machine in the background. My attention was fixed on Jenna.

She flipped open her journal, her fingers gently brushing over the worn pages. She took a deep breath and began to read:

"There's a space between silence and sound, Where words get caught, Lingering like an echo that never fades, A warmth that lingers in the coldest moments. It’s like a whisper I can't quite grasp, But somehow, it stays with me."

Her voice was soft but sure, each word hanging in the air like it belonged there. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, feeling my chest tighten as her words seemed to reach out and pull me in. The room felt smaller, more intimate, like it was just the two of us.

"There's a light that breaks through the quiet, A glow that touches everything in its path. And when it touches me, I feel—"

She paused, glancing up from her journal, and her eyes landed on me. For a heartbeat, we locked eyes, and I swear my heart stuttered.

"I feel like I could stay in that light forever," she finished, her voice dropping into something softer, almost like it was just for me.

The room stayed quiet for a beat, the kind of quiet that follows something that just hits everyone right where it counts. Soft applause and snaps slowly filled the space, but I barely registered it. I was too busy trying to breathe, trying to shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—that line had been meant for me.

Jenna closed her journal with a soft thud, her eyes scanning the room as she smiled nervously. I joined in the clapping, my hands slightly trembling. That line—"I could stay in that light forever." Damn, she had me more shaken than I wanted to admit.

Jenna stepped off the stage, her face still flushed as she sat at the counter where I stood. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I let out a shaky laugh.

"Not bad for a movie star," I managed to say, my voice betraying me.

Jenna looked up at me, a smile tugging at her lips. "You didn’t think I had it in me, huh?"

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. "No, I just… didn’t expect it. But yeah, you really had something there."

Jenna raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by how flustered I was. "Thanks, Slick. Maybe one day I’ll share the rest with you."

My throat tightened. I shook my head, laughing nervously. "Only if you want to! No rush or pressure."

She leaned in a little, her smile still teasing. "Yeah, I don’t mind. I guess I’m full of surprises."

Before I could reply, our hands brushed as I reached for a stray napkin left by a patron. That small touch sent a spark through me, my heart racing. Jenna’s fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary before her face grew redder, and she reached into her bag, pulling out a small, leather-bound journal.

"This," Jenna said, "is what I’ve been working on."

My eyes widened. "That’s amazing. Looks like a real book already."

Jenna smiled, running her fingers over the cover. "I’ve been working on a collection of affirmations and positive vibes. Something people can read to start their day off right."

I lit up. "That’s incredible! You should write a poem about The Daily Grind. You know, as an ode to caffeine and good vibes."

Jenna froze for a second, her blush deepening. "I—um—yeah, I could do that," she stammered.

I tilted my head, a little concerned. "You all right? You don’t have to if you're not up for it. I just thought you really enjoyed the café. It always seems to relax you."

Jenna let out a nervous laugh as she fidgeted with her journal. "Just a few after-butterflies. The crowd can be overwhelming sometimes... even for a big movie star," she said, her voice quieter than usual, clearly nervous.

I smiled, trying to ease the tension. "Come on, I know just the spot where you can get some air."

I led Jenna out to the back patio, the view of the city spreading out before us. The twinkling lights of L.A. cast a soft glow over the horizon, making everything feel a little more magical. It was quieter here, away from the usual hum of the café, just the two of us. The noise of the poetry event faded, leaving behind the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Jenna leaned back in her chair, staring out at the view, her journal resting on her lap. She seemed more at ease now, her earlier nervousness gone. I couldn’t help but watch her, still in awe of how someone like her could feel so grounded, sitting next to me like this.

I started humming softly, letting the cool night air relax me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jenna turn her head slightly, listening. Her eyes softened.

“You’ve got a beautiful voice, Y/N,” Jenna said, her voice gentle.

I glanced down at my hands, caught off guard. “Thanks. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”

“You should sing more,” Jenna added. “It suits you.”

I smiled but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment, letting the peaceful atmosphere sink in. The night wrapped around us, soft and still. The only sound was the breeze weaving through the trees, and our quiet breathing.

Eventually, Jenna broke the silence. “I used to take acting classes as a kid. I thought it was fun, but it was also a lot of work. Everyone thinks it’s all glam, but it’s really not.”

I opened my eyes and looked over at her. “Yeah? I remember wanting to be a star when I was younger. My parents got me singing lessons, but I ended up with a lazy talent agent who only got me background roles in a few plays and on the occasional TV or movie set.”

Jenna chuckled lightly, her smile a little mischievous. “Hey, that’s how it starts. You’ve got to work your way up. Hollywood isn’t like the movies—there’s no fairy tale moment where someone discovers you walking down the street.”

I laughed with her. “Guess I’ll stick to making lattes.”

Jenna grinned, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. “You’re good at that, too.”

As we continued talking, it felt like the world outside the patio didn’t exist anymore. It was just me and Jenna, the stars above us, and the quiet stillness of the night. We traded stories—nothing deep or profound, but it was effortless. Like we’d known each other longer than we actually had.

There was something calming about being with Jenna, something that made me feel like I didn’t have to rush or worry. Just being in the moment was enough.

Jenna took a deep breath, breaking the quiet. “I guess that’s what I love about acting… it lets me escape for a while, but it’s not always what people think.”

I tilted my head, listening carefully. “Yeah? What do people get wrong about it?”

She paused, her fingers tracing the edges of her journal absentmindedly. “They only see the glam, the red carpets, and the premieres. But they don’t see the long hours, the rejection, or how hard you have to work just to land a role. It can get exhausting.”

I nodded. "I feel you. Sometimes, everyone only sees the end result and forgets all the effort it took to get there."

Jenna smiled, a little softer this time. “Exactly. I think that’s why I like moments like this… when everything’s quiet, and I can just be myself. No cameras, no expectations.”

My chest tightened a little at her words. There was a vulnerability there, a side of Jenna I hadn’t seen before. I nodded, feeling the weight of the conversation settle between us. “Yeah… moments like this are pretty rare.”

She looked at me then, her eyes lingering just a little longer than usual, like she was trying to figure me out. It was quiet again, but this time, the silence felt different—deeper.

Eventually, I spoke up, trying to lighten the mood. “You know, you really should write that poem about The Daily Grind. You’ve got to immortalize this place in poetry.”

Jenna laughed, the sound soft but full of warmth. “Okay, okay, I’ll think about it.”

We both sat there for a little while longer, the city lights twinkling around us like stars had spilled onto the ground. It was one of those rare moments where everything just felt… right. I didn’t want it to end, but as the night deepened, I knew we’d have to head back soon.

But for now, I was content to just sit there, with Jenna beside me, the world quiet around us.

#jenna ortega x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x y/n #slow-burn #wednesday addams x fem reader #tara carpenter x female reader

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msbigredmachine · 2 months ago

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You Again (Roman Reigns) - Part 2

That awkward moment when the biggest star in pro wrestling happens to be your high school bully…and he’s in your office. A 2-part series.

Pairing: Bully!Roman Reigns x OC

Word Count: 4.5k

Warning: Smut, stalking, bullying

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The mirror was very good to her today. It was as though it knew she was in dire need of extra positive reinforcements and affirmations. She liked what she saw. Hair on point. Makeup on fleek. Body tea. Her favorite Black-owned swimwear brand came through with an outfit that was sure to turn heads at a gathering as important as this one. Evelyn looked amazing and felt powerful, a far cry from the timid, naive little girl that Joe exploited all those years ago.

Still tried to exploit only a week ago, with his bullshit talk about wanting her. Disregarding all the damage he’d inflicted on her self-esteem that took her damn near a decade to overcome. It was clear he hadn’t grown out of his childish mind games and she would not stand for it today or any other day. At least that’s what her brain kept telling her, repeating it over and over in her mind.

If only her body could show the same resolve, because it didn’t seem able to rid itself of the feel of his hands and his lips…his fingers...It was all she’d thought about all week, and her dildo was paying the price…

Aboard the superyacht, it was easy to find him, tall and striking, a drink in his hand as he conversed with Tessa and Khadijah, Wow’s CEO. Evelyn embraced the two ladies warmly and tried to keep her interaction with Joe as brief as possible. Of course, ever the one to take a mile from an inch, he pressed too close when they hugged, his hand on the small of her back, lingering dangerously above the curve of her butt.

“Can we talk?” he whispered; she could have sworn his lips grazed the shell of her ear.

“No.” Her answer was immediate, a fake smile plastered on her face as she smoothly slithered out of his grasp. Suddenly craving a drink of her own, she made a beeline for the nearest bar and ordered herself a Blue Margarita. If she was going to be stuck on a boat with him for the next few hours, it was wise to make the most of it with a strong drink or two. Or three, depending on her level of anxiety which she fervently prayed would not be through the roof by the end of the day.

From her vantage point, she watched him be the center of attention, everyone clamoring to be in his presence. A slew of conflicting emotions she wanted nothing to do with rushed through her as several women threw themselves at him, eyeing him up like he was a big juicy T-bone steak. All the girls in school had fawned over him like this back then, and even now she couldn't stop the sharp thorn of jealousy from stabbing her insides. Some things had not changed after twenty years.

“I’m sorry, but I gotta be a fangirl right now. He is so fine,” Faith swooned, fanning herself. Evelyn wanted to hurl, and not from seasickness. “This is probably a personal question, but Tessa said you and him went to high school together. What was he like?”

Yeah, no one needed to know the truth about them. “He was alright,” was her curt reply, changing the subject before her assistant could pry some more.

As the party dragged on, she noticed to her chagrin that he was almost always in her line of sight. This big ass man was lurking, hovering around her vicinity under the guise of mingling with other guests. Each time he edged closer, she was quick to extend the distance, caught in a ridiculous game of cat and mouse that she was not enjoying. She sought refuge again at the bar, indulging in three tequila shots the bartender placed before her. She knocked back the first without a breath, followed by the second, letting the alcohol burn her throat and numb her senses. She was reaching for the third when a huge hand suddenly swiped it out of her reach.

“You might wanna slow down with that,” said Joe.

For fuck’s sake!

She could only look on with annoyance as he consumed the shot for himself and slammed the glass on the table. “That was mine,” she griped.

Ignoring her, he rested against the woodgrain with a huff. “So this is your plan, huh? You gon’ keep avoiding me?”

Evelyn scoffed. “What makes you think I’m avoiding you?”

“You can’t even look me in the eye right now. The minute I come near you, you take off. Someone must’ve told you I like the chase.”

Her laugh was bitter and cynical. “Typical N’Stink Joe Anoa’i. You think everything revolves around your arrogant ass. I ain’t checkin’ for you, okay? I’ve leveled up.”

“I can see that,” he acknowledged, his tone deepening as his eyes slowly swept down her body. The intensity of his stare had her shifting in her seat. “You’re the most beautiful woman here, Evie. You always are.”

Flustered, Evelyn crossed her arms around herself protectively. "I don't know what you want, but—"

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, sidling closer.

"What, to harass me some more? You didn't get enough in school?" she ground out, a gasp escaping her when his face neared hers, their lips a hair’s breadth away. That familiar feeling of helplessness she thought she’d conquered long ago overwhelmed her once more, and for a brief moment, she was fifteen years old again, smothered by his domineering presence. He exuded this aura of raw power and heat, branding a sickening cocktail of loathing and longing into her skin.

"No. I didn't just not get enough," Joe replied. His eyes flickered to her full lips, mouth watering at the memory of their softness pressed against his. "I never got any of you. That was always the problem."

At a loss for words, Evelyn shook her head. She didn’t know what to expect, but this wasn’t it. It was clear he had no plans to make this comfortable for her. Wordlessly, she slid off the stool, sidestepping him and making yet another escape. Despite being in the lovely outdoors, she felt short of air, of breath. Her stomach had twisted in a painful throbbing knot; any more tension and she was going to lose her shit.

She pulled away from the general population and walked around the deck to the rear of the ship. The lower deck took her down a hallway where the guest cabins were situated. Tentatively, she opened one door, grateful to find an empty room. It was much quieter down here, with the music reduced to muted thumping, a welcome respite from the noise outside and the turmoil she’d been plunged into ever since that infuriating man reappeared in her life. She sat down on the small bed and blew out a few breaths, her face to the ceiling, closing her eyes to help her reclaim her composure.

Get your shit together. You’re Evelyn fucking Ashton, one of the most powerful women in fashion. Don’t let nobody play games with you, not even that asshole. He’s nothing to you anymore. Now go back out there and be the boss bitch everyone knows you are!

The door suddenly swinging open startled her. Her stomach dropped as Joe entered the cabin, his massive frame engulfing the door he quietly shut like some kind of horror movie monster. She leapt to her feet, panic swelling inside her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she stammered, her eyes widening as he approached her slowly, deliberately. She scrambled backwards, unwittingly boxing herself into the corner of the room.

“I’m not letting you get away again, Evie, not this time,” Joe asserted, still advancing. A warped sense of deja vu overtook her as she was transported back in time to just a week ago, in the break room where this mess began.

“Get out or I’m gonna scream,” she threatened, swallowing hard as he stood impossibly close now, their chests touching.

His shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Go ahead. As long as you hear me out when you’re done.”

Evelyn stood frozen, numb for a millisecond. Then, rage tore through her; ugly black rage that swept across her mind like dark thunderclouds. Her hand flew up, slapping him hard across the face, the impact rocking him a few steps back.

“Fine! You wanna talk, let’s talk!” she exploded. Struck him again. “You motherfucker! Who are you to demand anything of me? Do you have any idea what you did to me? What you put me through? I was a kid, Joe! A kid just like you and you made my life fucking miserable! Why? Why did you hate me so much?”

She raised her clenched fists and beat them against his chest over and over. Joe didn’t move, his arms at his sides as he let her lash out. He deserved every blow; his actions had pushed her to this point. He took it even as her strikes became more aggressive, wincing as her nails raked his collarbone at one point. At the first sign of her tiring out, he gently gathered her into his arms, feeling her body tremble against him with sobs that tore at his heartstrings.

“I’m sorry,” he declared softly, cupping her chin to tilt up her tear-streaked face, praying she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m fuckin’ sorry, Evelyn. I was wrong to hurt you.”

It was bad enough that she was crying in front of him. Now her whole body was warm and her loins were pooling from the desire that blazed in his irises. Why was this happening? Why did he still have such an effect on her after so many years?

In a move she both hoped he would and would not do, he dipped his head, brushing their lips together. It made her heart skip and drew a sultry moan out of her as she pressed against him, leaving not even a sliver of space between them. Backing her up against the wall, he licked at the seam of her lips, her sigh giving him the opening to slip his tongue inside her mouth. She could feel every hard plane of his body including the hardness that was growing against her belly, the sexual tension reaching seismic proportions.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she whispered, her voice small and pleading.

Joe's expression softened as he lifted his hand to stroke her cheek. "Because I can’t help myself around you,” he confessed, his breathing as ragged as hers. “I've never wanted anyone the way I wanted…want…you."

Those words loosened something inside her. He was telling her what she’d wanted to hear for years, what she’d never thought was possible, and the feeling was surreal.

“And I know you want me, too,” he added, a low groan accompanying his kiss on her cheek. “Tell me. Say it to me.”

Fuck it. Why tell him, when she could show him?

She pulled his head down for another kiss, their lips parting, tongues tangling with every turn of their heads. He wrapped his arms around her body, almost crushing her against the wall as he released her mouth to kiss her neck, suckling her soft brown skin. Evelyn closed her eyes and tilted her head with a soft bite of her lip, captive to the sensations bombarding her. She was only aware of him, of this moment of bliss and what was coming next.

Joe lowered himself to his knees, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her exposed skin on his way down. He gathered her pants in his fists, pulling them down her legs. Her matching bikini bottoms were next, already damp from her arousal, pushing the skimpy material over her hips and past her ankles before honing in on her bare mound. He made a sound of approval as he circled his thumb over her moistening folds, admiring the puffiness of them, and smiled when Evelyn squirmed, sensitive to his intimate touch. He palmed her leg before slinging it over his shoulder, gripping her thigh to hold her steady.

Evelyn bit down hard on her lip to keep from screaming as his tongue lashed against her delicate, velvety folds. He devoured her like he was famished, his mouth giving long, suckling licks to every crevice and every spot it could find. Grabbing his shoulders, she cried out as he slid his middle finger inside her, right along her g-spot, her back arching against the wall from the dizzying sensation. Another finger followed shortly, her wetness immediately coating both digits as he thrust them in and out of her gushy pussy with ease.

“You taste better than I imagined.” Joe watched her closely, enraptured by the way she licked her lips and her eyes fluttered. He pumped his fingers faster, sucked her pussy a little harder, making nasty sloppy sounds with his warm, fat tongue that had her grinding into his face. It blew his mind how tight and wet she was; he couldn't get enough of her.

It was with the strength of Samson that Evelyn managed to shove his head away, stomach clenching at the sight of her nectar glistening on his thick beard. “There’s no time, just fuck me,” she scowled.

The big man’s eyes lit up at her demand as he made his way back up to kiss her, earning another moan from her taste coating her tongue. She pulled away long enough to yank his shirt over his head, her hungry stare fixated on his exposed muscles, the chiseled abs and chest tattoo her hands couldn't resist exploring. She allowed herself a small smile as his eyes shut briefly at her touch. He backed her towards the bed and dropped her flat on her back with him hovering above her. His hand cradled her thighs, spreading them and pressing his erection to her center. With his mouth back on hers, he pulled her right thigh around his hip, grinding against her, with her grinding with him, her fingers embedded in his muscled forearms.

"Please," Evelyn breathed. She knew it was a bad idea. She knew crossing this line would never resolve her past trauma. But she also couldn't help the way she felt, like her world would crumble to pieces if she didn’t feel him on her, in her; if she didn’t finally give in to the urges that he’d awoken after two decades of slumber.

Joe tugged down his shorts with one hand, and she sucked in a breath at the sight of his dick protruding from a manscaped tuft of pubic hair. It was long and thick with a slight curve, and her eyes began to water when he pushed it against her soaked opening, entering her inch by inch. Despite how wet she was, she was equally as tight, and he had to work to fit into her.

“Oh my god.” She had expected this. Almost. The stretch of him, this delicious and this full, inside of her. She knew he would go deep, but here he was reaching her in that spot no one else seemed able to locate. He hooked her other knee over his arm, rolling his hips until he was fully sheathed inside her. He rested his forehead against hers, cursing as her inner muscles clenched around him with each thrust. Their eyes locked as his hands pressed down firmly on her thighs, holding her open to take him balls-deep. Their pants and moans mingled with slaps of bare skin echoing in the tiny cabin, all of it blocked out thankfully by the music blaring obliviously outside.

The haze of pleasure had Evelyn squeezing her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure ravaging her body. Her hands moved up his muscular back, her nails scraping his taut, bronzed skin as he switched up with faster, deeper thrusts. She felt his fingers tighten around the back of her knees, felt his mouth cover her throat with wet, breathy kisses as his voice, low and gruff, penetrated her sex-fogged brain.

"I never thought I'd see you again," he murmured against her neck, "I couldn't believe you left me.”

"Bull…fuck…bullshit,” She could hardly think straight with his thick dick buried in her, her legs pinned to the bed with no chance to wriggle out. “You hated me, you—fffuuck," Her words disappeared in another groan when he circled his hips, nudging his dick several inches further inside her.

"I never hated you. I hated how you made me feel." One hand came up to yank her bikini top down and knead her breast. "Unsure of myself. Out of character. Weak for you," he continued. “I jerked off to you countless times…I…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It broke my heart when you left. For years, I missed you. I fuckin’ named my daughter after you-”

Evelyn gaped at him in shock. “Your daughter’s name is Evelyn?!”

“No. Amara. Your middle name.”

There was no time to react to this revelation as his big hands lifted her hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, forcing her mouth open in a soundless cry as he slammed breath after breath out of her with gloriously deep, plunging strokes. The force and power of him made her thighs tremble as her pussy finally gave in, gushing all over his groin. She wanted to cuss him out for making her come so hard, but all that came out of her mouth were pathetic, pitiful moans. Joe's eyes shone with excitement at the mess she was making, relishing every moment of her losing control to him. He gifted her a toe-curling kiss before flipping her over, smacking her bare ass.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

Too worked up to argue, she positioned herself on all fours and looked back at him expectantly. It was hard to deny how hot it was, seeing this big, sexy ass mountain of a man naked, big hand on his equally big dick, massaging it with her juices. Chuckling at the lust in her eyes, he nudged her thighs further apart and rubbed his palm along her gushy entrance, smearing her mess all over, making her moan.

“Mmm. Pussy drippin’ everywhere. You been needin’ me, huh, baby?” he said.

“Put that dick back in me,” she rasped, bumping her ass against him, eager for more. She felt his tip forge inside her, a tortuously slow entrance that had her chin scraping her chest as she moaned out in pleasure. Inch by inch, his own jaw clenching at the greed with which her pussy suckled him in. As she writhed on his dick, his mouth found her ear, tongue tracing the delicate lobe as he slid in deep from behind with his big body hunched over her. He felt huge from this angle, and Evelyn gasped, her mind spiraling from the fullness of him.

“Since I left your office, I haven’t thought about anything else but you. All my fantasies from years ago returned and I had to have you…Fuck, Evie, you feel fuckin’ amazing.” He leaned back and yanked her hips higher, deepening the arch of her back. The slap of his heavy balls against her clitoris caused her velvety walls to ripple around the length and girth of him. The shit was so good that she dug her fingers into the sheets, throwing her ass to catch his backshots as she whined his name. The husky growls that escaped from his throat gave away how good he was feeling just like she was, the sounds flowing through them both like beautiful music.

“You takin’ this dick like a champ, baby. Is it everything you dreamed of, huh?" Joe grunted, his fingers clinging to the meat of her thick hips, bewitched by the sight and feel of the big, round cheeks slapping against his pelvis, the mesmerizing recoil leaving him in a heady trance. Even in his nastiest dreams, it never looked this good.

“Fuuuuck, yes. Ohhh…” she whimpered, her voice cracking from complete bliss. He seemed determined to bury his dick in her stomach and was succeeding, nestling himself in the tight warmth of her cunt and keeping her in place as she gasped from every inch he made her take. He trailed his hand between her thighs, using two long fingers to strum on her clit, and hissed as she tightened around him right away. “Mmm, this little pussy squeezin’ my shit, you boutta come all over my d-”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Evelyn? Are you in here?”

They both froze as Faith’s concerned voice sounded from the other side of the door. Evelyn’s heart rate accelerated; the door wasn’t locked, so Faith could easily walk in if she wanted to. Her career and her reputation flashed before her eyes, her life ruined yet again because of Joe fucking Anoa’i. She started to scramble out of the bed, trying to get away, but his strong, inked arm locking around her waist put a stop to that. She cast a panicked glance back at him but only received an amused wink in response.

“She asked you a question,” he said for her hearing only, kissing her cheek.

Fighting off her rising anxiety, Evelyn called out as casually as possible, “I’m here, Faith. What is it?”

“Are you okay? I’ve been looking for you.”

“Yes…yes, I’m fine. Just a little seasick-” Her words evaporated when his fingers twined into her hair, gently pulling back, his nose nuzzling the crook of her extended neck. Incredulously, he started thrusting into her again, rolling his hips slowly so as to not make any noise. Her agitation levels were at an all time high, battling with the warm burn he was inducing in her tightening stomach.

“You sure?” Faith was saying.

His other hand cupped her breast, groping generously as his dick nudged right up against her g-spot. The nerve of him, trying to make her climax again even with Faith mere feet away! “Positive,” Evelyn called out, her pussy clenching when Joe angled her face and slyly tongue-kissed her mid-sentence. It took all of her strength to keep talking. “I’m fine, Faith. Go on. I’ll be out in a minute,” she ground out, praying that she would listen.

“Alright. Will do. You’re missing a great party though, so hurry back!”

The second Faith’s footsteps faded, Joe struck, his big paw on the back of Evelyn’s neck pinning her face-down as he upped his tempo, pounding her out with fierce, needy ruts of his hips. “Good girl, you did so good. Now nut on my dick again,” he encouraged with another hard spank to her ass, breathing out soft moans of his own as his own climax beckoned.

“Oh my fuckin’ god,” Evelyn moaned helplessly into the mattress. Fireworks burst behind her eyelids, her entire body quivering as it exploded from blinding pleasure. Her pussy pulsed and leaked all over his dick, finally dragging him over the edge as well. She’d never heard anything as sexy as his hushed, almost strangled groans as he released inside her, big dick throbbing, emptying his essence into her soaked depths.

For a long moment, neither could move, recovering from the shock of the last several minutes. His hand lightly smacking her ass caught her off guard as he withdrew from her with a satisfied groan. The warmth of his body disappeared, the weight of the small bed easing as he climbed out of it. The ruffle of heavy fabric was loud in the stunned silence of the room as he picked up his shorts and put them back on. Evelyn squeezed her eyes closed, horror dawning as she emerged from her desire-induced stupor and realized what just happened.

Joe cleared his throat awkwardly. "Evie..."

Ignoring him, she rolled out of the bed, hating that her legs wobbled as she stood. She hunted in her purse for a wet wipe, her back deliberately turned as she cleaned up the evidence of their tryst off her body. Without a word, she threw the wipe into the small trash can in the corner, adjusted her bikini top and slid her underwear and pants back on.

"Evie wait, hold on��Evie…Evelyn!" His deep voice rose, more demanding as he sensed her about to run off again. He was quicker, blocking her path to the door before she could. Despite her shame, her ego couldn’t help but swell at how deliciously rumpled he looked, knowing she did that to him. He ran a hand through the strands of hair that had escaped his once neat ponytail. "Look, I still think we should talk," he said.

It took everything in her to not laugh and cry at the same time. “Talk? After this?!” she exclaimed, "I don't know what I was thinking, but this was a huge mistake." More humiliation shot through her as she realized she'd not only let her high school bully fuck her, but they did it raw on a boat filled with her colleagues! Her assistant had almost caught her, too! The embarrassment was suffocating and she needed out asap.

She moved around him but he stopped her again, his hand catching her wrist. "Baby, hear me out." His jaw clenched, his voice hesitant. "I've been beating myself up for a long, long time for what I did to you." He brushed his thumb over the apple of her cheek. “I wanna make things right. Please…let me make it up to you.”

“You can’t. It’s…it’s too late,” Evelyn argued, painfully aware that she was in a losing battle with her emotions.

"No, sweetheart, it ain’t,” Joe insisted. “I leave town in two days. Have dinner with me tomorrow night. I got a lot to apologize for. Give me a chance, Evie. Please."

Her sigh was tired and resigned, recognizing that he was not going to drop this. So she took the easy way out. "Fine. And after that I never want to see or hear from you again."

Joe chuckled, his arm snaking around her waist and drawing her close. This time she didn’t push him off. A good sign. “You already forgot we’re working together soon. Besides, is that really what you want, baby girl?”

She swallowed. “Yes.”

“You sure?” He leaned down and kissed her softly, his soft lips moving sensually against hers. Like butter next to heat, she was melting into him again, kissing him back once, twice, three times, before she jerked away abruptly. “I ain’t your toy no more, Joseph,” she warned, a frown tainting her beautiful face. “Dinner and that’s it. Text me the time and place and I’ll be there.”

“I’ma make you change your mind about me,” he vowed, the arrogance in his baritone reverberating around the room and caressing her skin.

Meeting his eyes dead-on, a defiant smirk crossed her lips as she opened the door. “Oh, I highly doubt that. See you around, N’Stink.”

How she got back to the upper deck in one piece, she wasn’t sure. It was as though she was floating on air, her body light as air for the first time in ages. Despite her elation, a part of her still worried about this new, interesting step she had taken and where it would lead her. Confusing. Conflicting.

Faith perked up when she returned. “There you are! I was gonna come find you again.” She peered closely at her boss with a concerned expression. “Hey, are you okay? Feel better? You do look a little flushed,” she observed.

“I’m fine.” Evelyn snatched two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray and gulped both of them down in record time, ignoring Faith’s bewildered gaze. “Do me a favor?”

“Sure,” said Faith, eager to help.

“When we get off this boat, get me the sluttiest dress and stilettos you can find in my size, and a box of Plan B.”

THE END.

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anyamaris · 1 year ago

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Purrfect Company

Word Count- 6726

Pairing- Boss!Lee Know x Employee!F!Reader

Trope/AU- Coworkers to lovers AU

Summary- Working at a cat cafe has a variety of perks, though you’re not sure if your crush on the handsome shop owner, Minho, counts as one. Despite it being the holidays, you have no one to spend it with so you’ve volunteered to take the shift at the cafe on Christmas eve. A power outage and a surprise visit from your seemingly rigid employer has you discovering things you might never have known otherwise. Maybe Minho has a warmer, softer side than you’d realized.

Warnings-Vulgar language, sexual language, unprotected sex, forbidden relationship dynamic (boss x employee), lots of pussy (ha!), MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

This is one of my two entries in our 16 Days of Smutmas 2023 Collab! Check out the other writers as well!!!!

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“Goodnight! Happy Holidays!” You wave, closing and locking the door behind the sweet couple who had come in last minute to pick out a cat for their daughter. You can’t help but smile at the thought of the beautiful kitty who will get to wake up with a new family to love and accept her.

Turning, you smile at the few cats left in the living room/play area the owner had set up for them. The three left were napping, one on the couch and the two others curled up together on a cat tree. Humming happily, you turn to finish the few closing duties you have left. You’d closed down the cafe area after the couple had gone in to play with the cats and now you just had to make sure the till was put in the safe. You planned on spending some time with the last few cats before you made your way home for the evening.

It was Christmas Eve and as you turn to look out the window once more, you frown at the heavy snow coming down. “Figures, going to be hell going home,” you breathe out as you lock the safe, then the office door. You stretch and yawn, taking off your apron to hang as you make your way into the kitty area.

“Peanut, are you comfy?” you ask the lone orange tabby curled up on the sofa. Minho, the owner of the cafe, had furnished this area nicely for the comfort of the cats and the people who came to play with and possibly adopt them. If you took away the cafe portion, this could be the cozy living room in the home of any family.

Peanut peeks an eye out at you from under his tail to let out a soft trill as you sit beside him, running a hand over his velvety fur. “Merry Christmas to you, too. I wish I could take you home with me but I’m afraid I can’t have pets at my tiny apartment.” He purrs softly, leaning into your hand as you scritch his ear. He gets up and stretches then immediately climbs into your lap, curling up and making you beam proudly. You’ve always gotten along well with most of the cats here, and it always brought you joy to have them accept you.

Letting yourself relax, you close your eyes as you pet your comfy companion. The soft overhead christmas music lulls you into a half sleep and you don’t even realize you’ve drifted off until something draws you back to consciousness. Blinking yourself awake, you freeze as you suddenly hear a rattling noise from the other room, as if someone is trying at the doorknob. Peanut perks his ears up and lets out a soft growl at the disturbance, but you soothe him quietly as you lift him from your lap, placing him down so you can go to see what the noise is.

You’d accepted the shift for Christmas Eve without hesitation because everyone else had plans. You had only a studio apartment and the prospect of take out at home, so you’d volunteered so no one else had to work. Minho had entrusted you with the closing duties, and now here you were, faced with a possible break in.

Your heart pounding in your chest, you creep into the hallway leading to the back employee area, as well as the door to the back of the building. It feels as if your chest is going to explode from fear and anxiety as you watch the door creak open with wide eyes. Your thoughts on the cats you are there to protect, you reach out and grab the nearby broom handle, holding it out as you yell, “Stop, or you’ll regret it!”

The figure opening the door stops, their arms laden with something but you don’t process much else than a harsh sigh, then the lights are being flicked on. “Really, what are you going to do with that? Sweep me to death?” The male voice greets you and it takes you a brief moment before you realize the voice and face belong to your boss, the owner of this cafe.

Lee Minho.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you fall against the wall and clutch your chest. “I wasn’t aware that you’d be here this late, did something go wrong with closing?” Minho asks, then his eyes widen. “Are the cats alright?” His severe frown as he shoots a look behind you has you immediately responding. “No, no everything is fine, I just checked on them a moment ago and was going to head home.” you tell him, rubbing your eyes.

His eyes meet yours again and his eyebrows furrow. “At one in the morning?” he asks and you just blink at him. “Excuse me?” shaking your head, “No…I didn’t-” you turn around to dash back into the cat room, grabbing your phone. “Shit.” you say and you hear a soft laugh behind you. “Lose track of time?” He asks, coming in behind you and setting down the bags he had been holding. Peanut immediately runs to him, purring around his legs as the other two sleepy cats peek out to see what’s going on.

“I closed a little after 9pm, and everything was done. I sat down to pet Peanut and I guess I just….” you shrug, frowning. “I’m sorry, I promise I did everything for closing before I nodded off. Don’t worry, I will mark my time slip as off at 9pm.” you tell him, embarrassed, cheeks heating from having fallen asleep in your workplace.

“Nonsense, you were keeping the cats company on Christmas Eve. Peanut needed company, right buddy?” he asks, kneeling down to scratch his ears. You smile softly, noticing how much your boss seemed to go from the gruff, teasing, sarcastic man to this warm, caring soul when faced with feline company. Relaxing a bit, you remember your last part of the evening.

“Sylvie was adopted at the last minute, the couple said that they will let us know if their daughter changes her name when she gets her. Sylvie really loved them, they were here for a while with her before they took her home. They were very pleased.” you smile, watching Minho look up at you, his eyes widening in excitement as you speak. You have to stop your heart from thumping as he beams happily at the news. He was far too handsome for your health.

You definitely didn’t have a crush on your boss, definitely not.

“I’m so glad, she deserves a little girl to play with. How old is the daughter?” he asks, his eyes sparkling. “Twelve. They said that’s all she wants for a gift is a kitty to love. So I’m hoping it’s a good fit.” He smiles and nods, looking back down at Peanut, who is now sniffing at the bags he’d brought. “You’re stuck with me, pal. You, Luke and Leia. Christmas with Uncle Lino.” he coos at him, looking over at the pair napping. You can’t help but smile at the names of the two, one of Minho’s friends having named them when he stopped by.

Blinking at yourself just lingering and ogling your boss, you shake yourself out of it. “I’ll get out of your way.” you say, glancing at your phone again, finally noticing the missed messages. Frowning, you open a text from your neighbor. “It’s pretty nasty out-” you hear before your mind is processing the text sent hours ago. “Well, damn.” you mutter at your phone.

‘Hey-just fyi, power is out in the building. You might want to find somewhere else to stay if you have one!’ it reads and you just deflate from the news.

Of all things, especially on Christmas Eve when everyone was out of town or busy, you think.

“What’s wrong?” you hear from beside you, Minho’s voice concerned. Rubbing a hand over your face, you look out the window at the heavy snowfall. “I guess my building’s power is out.” Looking over at him, you can only smile and shrug, then lean down to pet Peanut as he winds around both of your legs. “Going to be a terrible Christmas Eve alone with no electricity, huh bud?” you whisper to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Help me put this stuff away and then you can come upstairs and sleep on the couch.” When you open your mouth to protest he just turns his back and starts unloading the bags. “If you don’t feel comfortable, you can sleep down here with Peanut. Either way, there’s no point in going back to a place with no power. Unless you have someone who you can go to?” he asks, tossing you a look over his shoulder. Shaking your head, you glance one last time out the large window at the cold, white sheet obscuring any view and just sigh.

“If it’s really alright, I’ll take you up on it. I’ll stay.”

After helping put away the cat food and litter he’d brought in, you smile as he takes another bag of toys and opens each, letting Peanut sniff at them. Luke and Leia are finally stirring, peeking out to see what’s going on. You can’t help but smile as they just yawn and curl back around each other. Lucky kitties, you think. Am I jealous of the cats? You ask yourself, suppressing a small laugh.

Minho stands, noticing your look and he clears his throat. “Come on, I bet you haven't even eaten anything since before your shift started.” He says harshly, but when you look over at him, he’s smiling softly. “I-” you start, then wince, shaking your head. “Are you spying on me?” you ask him with a laugh and he just stares at you for a moment, then nods once. “Of course I am.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his deadpan expression as he turns to go to the door leading upstairs. “I hadn’t thought to ask but…what’s upstairs?” Without looking back, he starts up the stairs leaving you to follow behind. “I live up here, leave the door cracked, please. The cats like to come upstairs if they get bored down here.” he says and you smile as he leads you into a big open space apartment.

“Oh wow….I had no idea you actually lived here.” You say, looking around. He smiles as he turns on some lights and takes off his shoes, and you do the same. You make sure to leave the upstairs door cracked as well, noticing his approving nod. “Mmm…I bought it years ago, when I first moved here. The downstairs was being leased out to a bakery. Once they left when their lease was up…” he just shrugs, shooting you a look over his shoulder as he makes his way into the living area.

“Wow, what made you want to turn it into a cat cafe?” You ask him as he gestures for you to sit. “Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?” he asks, heading into the kitchen. “Sure, whatever you have is fine.” He hums as he goes into the fridge, pulling out some water bottles. “I’ll make some tea.” He says, turning on the electric kettle, then he comes to sit next to you, handing you the water. “Thank you.” you say and he smiles, leaning back to look around.

“It’s not a very … interesting story.” he finally answers, his lip twitching. “You’re likely to think I’m weird.” he says, eyes darting over to you. Twisting off the cap to drink, you recap it as you set it down and try not to grin. “And if I already do?” You say, surprising yourself at your boldness. Before you can regret your remark, he throws his head back, letting out a laugh and it makes you smile as he looks back at you with a smile to echo your own. “Well, then I have nothing to worry about.” He quips and you blush, looking away.

He really was far too attractive and here you were with him, alone, on Christmas Eve. Ignoring the pleasant warmth in your stomach, as well as the fluttering, you turn your attention back to his words as he answers.

“When I moved here, I really missed my cats back home.” he is saying, smiling as Peanut slips through the opening of the door. “I have three at my parents house.” he says, watching the big orange cat wander off to explore. “Aww, I bet that was really tough.” you respond, frowning, remembering your own cats you left behind to move here. He just nods, continuing. “Well, one day I found two kittens outside in a box, and I couldn’t leave them. So I brought them home. Then another followed me home a few weeks later after I fed it. The next thing I know, I had seven cats and a space downstairs to lease out.”

“Wow! Seven cats?” you exclaim, blinking in disbelief at him. “And counting.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I couldn’t leave them out in the streets. I was trying to figure out how to keep gathering all these stray cats and figure out how to rehome them, all while trying to work.” You just look around, taking in the apartment. While it was spacious for more than one person, you couldn’t imagine having seven plus cats roaming around without the downstairs.

“So you just thought, ‘Oh I'll open a cat cafe’?” you can’t help but smile at him. He shrugs, tilting his head as he hums softly. “Pretty much. I had some help from friends and family, thankfully.” His gaze feels suddenly intimate for some reason as you relax into the conversation, his deep brown eyes warm and soft. Finding yourself leaning towards him more as you listen, you both are startled when the kettle starts to beep and he clears his throat, standing to go to the kitchen.

“Actually….” he stops halfway there, looking out at the fat snowflakes falling down, then turning to look at you. “Would you like some hot chocolate?” he asks and you smile at him, nodding happily. “That sounds amazing actually.” You lean your head on your hand, watching over the back of the couch as he busies himself in the kitchen, inhaling blissfully as the scent of chocolate slowly permeates the open space.

Your earlier embarrassment has faded into almost happiness at falling asleep with Peanut, grateful that you’re not in a cold, lonely apartment tonight. The scent of the cocoa mixed with the euphoria of having an actual conversation with Minho has you in an odd headspace. In the months you’ve worked for him, you can’t remember having many conversations with him. He was always on the go, in and out of the shop, most of his time being spent with the cats.

That’s what started this silly crush, you think.

Watching him talk to the cats, cooing at them, playing with them when he had any free time. Admiring the way all of the felines would flock to him, noticing him immediately when he came in bearing food and treats, as well as a variety of toys and new furniture for their temporary living space.

The way he checked in on all of the cats that got adopted, treating them like each one was his child. How he cared for them, expression lighting up when he comes through the door to see the beautiful furry creatures; playing, fed and happy. He truly was dedicated to their well being and watching it over the months you’ve spent working for him, it had definitely interested you in finding out who he truly was.

You can’t lie to yourself as you listen to him hum a soft tune, smiling as he turns to mix the drink in a saucepan. It was pointless to deny that that simple crush on a handsome man was turning into a little bit more.

Not that you’d expect anything from it, of course. He was your boss, you were his employee. That’s not even accounting for his own personal feelings. You didn’t have any illusions about anything happening, but you just couldn’t deny it any longer. You’d just keep it to yourself, enjoying that sense of being young and silly, pining over the unobtainable. Sometimes that’s all you need, just something to look forward to, for yourself.

“Are you alright?” you hear him say, snapping you out of your thoughts as he walks over, carrying two steaming mugs. “It’s hot, be careful.” he says, an almost worried look on his face as he hands you one of the drinks. You can’t help but smile and blush at his concern, feeling suddenly like you’re getting an inside view of what the cats must feel like under his care.

He raises an eyebrow at you as he blows on his own drink, sipping at it carefully. “I’m fine, just ….” you look down at the cocoa, the smell making you feel more nostalgic for the holidays than you’ve felt for a long time. “Just?” he asks, frowning as he blinks at you with those beautiful eyes. Letting out a sigh, you take a tentative sip, your eyes widening at the flavor. “Wow…this is…amazing!” you say, taking another sip of the warm, rich beverage. His eyes light up at your words and he smiles proudly. “It’s homemade, not the powder, it’s quite different from the packets you get.” He tells you and you nod, savoring each sip. “Well, it’s delicious. I don’t think I’ve had cocoa in ages, let alone something this good….ever.” His eyes crinkle at the sides as he looks down and you swear you can see him blush a bit. You might have to compliment him more if he was going to react like this, you think.

“It’s fairly easy, I just happened to have the ingredients. I thought for Christmas Eve it was a bit more festive.” he says, and you nod as you watch him talk. “Speaking of….” he says, brow furrowing suddenly, “Why did you decide to work tonight?” He asks, settling back as he turns to you, his gaze curious.

You hum as you raise a shoulder to shrug, “I don’t have family in the area, and we don’t really celebrate together much, as everyone gets really busy this time of year. All the friends I have here all had plans, and honestly, it’s really just another day to me most of the time. I figured I’d give everyone else the night to spend with people since they all seem more interested in that.” His hum and pursed lips as he nods has you suddenly realizing he’s alone as well.

“What about you? You mentioned your parents and cats at home, why are you here?” you ask and he smiles, rocking his head back and forth as he thinks. “This year, I decided to send my parents on a vacation since they’ve worked so long and hard all their lives. I gave them the gift early and they are currently on a beach somewhere nice and warm. As they should be.” he says, smiling softly.

Your heart thumps at his expression, your throat closing at how very caring he was for the people he loved. Suddenly, you feel overwhelmed with some feeling you can’t define, almost as if the idea of being loved that much made you feel happy and extremely lonely all at once. You almost laugh as tears spring to your eyes and he blanches, looking shocked.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asks as you wipe at a stray tear and you let out a soft chuckle at your foolish emotions. “Oh yes, sorry. Just thinking of how proud they must be of you, to have raised such a caring, lovely son.” Your words take him off guard and he looks down into his drink, blinking rapidly. “I don’t know if I’d say all that…” he says, his cheeks flushing red. You bite your lip, having to look away from how adorable he looks being shy.

“Really, I don’t know many people who think like you do. How you are with the cats as well as your family…” you shake your head. “Most people tend to think of the holidays as a time for getting things, I’ve found.” He hums softly, the silence between you slightly tense but far from awkward as you both enjoy your drinks. “I’ve been meaning to ask…” he says, clearing his throat as he sets down his mug on the coffee table. “Hm?” you say, curious. “I thought you’d be spending the holiday with someone special. I figured you’d have someone waiting for you at home.” He says, studying you. “Someone special?” you ask, then realize what he’s asking.

“Ah…no, I don’t have anyone. I broke up with my last boyfriend shortly after starting work here.” you gesture around you. “Ah yes, that’s why I thought….” he trails off, looking away. “I noticed a man coming in when you started so I just figured.” He shrugs and you sigh, frowning as you set your mug next to his. “No, we broke up…he…it’s a stupid story.” you laugh without any amusement, waving it off. “Oh?” he says, leaning forward a bit. “If you don’t want to-” You shake your head, making a sour face. “Long story short, I found out I wasn’t his only girlfriend. So, I broke it off.”

The look on his face has you bursting into laughter. The sheer disgust is so adorably cute, his lip curling as he lets out a ridiculous noise of revulsion that you just can’t help but snort as you giggle loudly. It only seems to encourage him as he repeats the noise, adding, “Is he stupid?” You just nod as you wipe your eyes, this time the tears are from your laughter and you can feel your stomach hurting from it. “Yes, that was my thought, honestly.” you tell him, his sudden smile bringing butterflies to dance in the pit of your stomach.

“He must be, I wouldn’t-” he stops, shaking his head. “Any man like that isn’t worth your time. Better off without him!” he says, throwing his hand up into the air. You laugh again and this time he joins you, the shared moment has you relaxing back into the cushions as you turn to settle more comfortably on the couch, facing him fully.

“Yeah, definitely.” you sigh, “Still lonely around this time of year though.” His smile slips and you decide to not ruin the mood. “What about you? I didn’t even know you lived up here, I thought you’d have some big house with a wife somewhere.” you say and he winces, looking away. “No, it’s been a while since I’ve dated. Between the cats and running the cafe, I’ve kept myself from being too lonely. I have everything I need right here.” he says, eyeing you. “Besides, being alone doesn’t always mean being lonely,” he says, giving you a look.

“That’s entirely true. I do enjoy my time to myself, plus it’s easy to just crush on someone to keep myself from thinking too much about a relationship. Sometimes it’s better to live in my own head and create my own narrative than to deal with another person.” you say with a smirk and he raises his eyebrows in response. “A crush?” he asks and you freeze, realizing you’ve likely said too much. “Sure, why not? Everyone has crushes throughout their lives.” you say nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder.

“Who’s this crush?” He asks teasingly, but you swear his eyes darken a bit, almost dangerously. Swallowing, your cheeks heat up as you look away. “Nobody it would ever work with, so it’s not really important.” you respond and sneak a peek at him. He’s studying you intently, not smiling and the room is suddenly oddly tense. “Don’t tell me it’s some idol-” he starts but you wave your hand, laughing softly. “No, nothing like that. I mean, of course I have those as well but that’s not what I meant.”

“What about you? Or is raising kitten children your only passion?” You tease and he raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Hm…” he hums, “Strangely enough, my answer is much like yours. Nothing that would ever work.” It’s your turn to be curious, leaning forward towards him. “Why wouldn’t it?” you ask him, wondering what would stop this man from pursuing anyone lucky enough to catch his interest. His lip twitches and he suddenly leans forward with a sly grin. “It’s one of those taboo things.” he says cryptically, his wicked grin drawing your attention. “Taboo?” you say, scooching forward and widening your eyes dramatically. “Well now that sounds interesting. What’s so forbidden about this person?” you ask softly, trying not to grin. You’d never seen or heard of him being involved, that’s why you assumed he must be married, or voluntarily single.

“Well, aren’t you the gossip.” he shoots back and you laugh. “I mean, yes. Just wondering what would keep a man like you from doing anything he wanted.” His eyes widen as his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up and he clears his throat. “A man like me?” he asks, and you can feel the tension again building at the softness of his voice, the nearness of him. You take a moment to collect your thoughts, not wanting to sound ridiculous.

“You’re successful from what I know, of course I don’t know everything about you. Just from the outside looking in. You’re handsome, caring, you have your own place, run a business. You’re funny, you make amazing hot chocolate-” You stop at his look, at how his adam's apple dips as he swallows thickly. “Do you plan on pursuing your interest…your…crush?” He asks you in a whisper and your cheeks flush, heating up at the very idea. What he’s asking...how easy it would be to just lean a bit more forward….

“No…I can’t.” you shake your head, looking down. “Why not?” he asks softly, and your whole body feels like it’s vibrating from his nearness. “It would be unprofessional and I doubt he’d even look at me like that.” you say without thinking. His eyebrows raise then draw together at the comment, confusion on his face for a moment as you feel embarrassment wash over you.

“But the only guy-” he says, shock registering on his face. “He’s married!” he gasps and you blink at him as you realize he’s thinking of your other male coworker. “No! Oh my god, do you think I’m that horrible?” you ask, stunned. “Of course it’s not him it’s y-” your words catch in your throat as you stop yourself too late, his goading making you thoughtless. “Forget about it, it’s nothing, really.” you say, turning to stand, to go somewhere-anywhere but here.

Before you can though, he’s grabbing your arm, tugging you back down, his eyes large, dark and serious as he pulls you towards him. “Me?” he asks, and there is no way you can read the look on his face. Your stomach bottoms out as you realize just how badly you just fucked up. Here you were, in your boss’s apartment, with nowhere to go and a snow storm outside.

You were going to lose your job, you just knew it. You know how inappropriate it is to-

“Is it me?” he asks, this time a bit more forcefully, his words snapped out. Slumping back, you close your eyes and sigh out softly, unwilling to look at him. “I know it’s not right, you're my boss. it’s unprofessional and I-”

“You’re fired.” he says harshly.

Despite knowing it was coming, your eyes snap open to protest just in time for him to close the distance between you; any words that were about to leave your lips dissipates as he slips a hand behind your neck, pulling your mouth into his. Your body stiffens for the briefest of seconds before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, combing your fingers into his hair as his tongue slips along the seam of your lips. You shiver at the growl that escapes from deep in his throat when your tongues meet, his arm sliding around your back to yank you closer to him.

Giving in completely to the moment, you shift with him as he guides you into his lap. Pure instinct takes over as you move together, his fingers prying at your clothing, yours threading through his hair. As your thighs settle on either side of his and you press down into his lap, he moans into your mouth. You gasp between kisses as his hand settles on your lower back, pressing you down against his stiff length through your clothing.

“I want you.” He purrs out as his mouth parts from yours, looking up at you with those rich, lustrous eyes. You can barely catch your breath as you take in his gorgeous swollen lips, parted as he gazes up at you with desire. “You can have me,” you declare, your body almost humming for him and without another thought, his hands are traveling up your back, his hips lifting as you grind against him. “Take me, Minho~” you utter, tugging at his hair. “Fucking christ-” he hisses, burying his face into your neck.

As his lips brush the skin of your neck, you tilt your head for him, rocking your hips against his hardness. You should be ashamed at how your panties are already soaked from his touch but you can’t feel anything but need, pure carnal lust for him right now.

Consequences be damned, the way you needed him was the only thing on your mind.

“Take this off.” You manage to say as you shudder under his mouth. It takes him a moment to register that you’re tugging on his shirt and his tongue darts out to lick your neck where he was kissing before he leans back and helps you remove the garment, his hands immediately yanking your shirt over your head as well.

Tossing it to the side, he takes a moment to lean back and admire you, his dark gaze hungry as he runs his hands up your sides. “Fucking gorgeous, just like I always imagined you would be.” Your breath catches at his words, at the look in his eyes for you. He leans forward to press his face between the valley of your breasts and you let out a long moan. “Smell so fucking good, too.”

Everything he’s doing is causing you to clench like crazy, small mewling noises escaping from your throat as his hands work at the clasp of your bra. “Minho-” you shiver as you feel him free you from it, sliding the straps down your arms. “God, keep saying my name.” He groans, his cock twitching against you as he pulls your bra down to reveal your bare tits.

“So beautiful,” he whispers as his lips close around your nipple. Your fingers dig into his scalp, your other hand gripping his shoulder as he sucks harshly at the sensitive bud. “Please…” you whimper as his hands slip up to cup the flesh of your breasts, kneading them as he lets your nipple go with a popping sound, immediately moving to the other to do the same. Your breathing is ragged as you reach between you to tug at the button of his pants.

“Not here.” he rasps out, then he’s sliding you off his lap, standing you both up. Before you can protest, his hands are around your waist, his mouth back on yours, his tongue urgently seeking your own. You return your hands to the front of his jeans, unbuttoning, then unzipping as he backs you up towards the hallway.

“Door-” he says between kisses as you are pushed against it. He reaches behind you to twist the knob and then he’s walking you into the room, the back of your knees hitting the bed. He stops as you slide your hand into his now open pants, slipping your palm along him through his boxers. He lets out a low groan as you touch him, his hands cupping your ass before he’s shoving your pants down as well.

“Tell me you want this-” he gasps out as his hands run over your bare skin, his lips tracing your collarbone. “I do, more than anything-” you respond, tugging off his remaining clothing as well. “I need to make sure, I don’t want to make you feel pressured-” he says as he pulls you close, brushing his lips against yours. “I swear, Minho, there’s nothing I want more than this.” You tell him as he pauses to study your eyes, the concern ebbing away as he watches you, his fingers skimming your lower back.

“I’ve been dying to hear you say that to me.” he whispers, and the urgency seems to fade as he leans in to kiss you deeply. For a moment you both stand there lips connected, your arms around his neck, his hands roaming your back. Then his hands cup your bare ass, yanking you firmly against his stiff cock as he moans your name. You pull him down with you onto the bed, your mouth never leaving his as he settles between your legs, the underside of his cock pressing along your wet core.

He growls softly as he moves his hips against you, and you arch your back as the length of him parts your folds. Breath hitching as the ridge of his head brushes against your clit, you look up into his half lidded eyes as his lips part. “Tell me again.” he whispers, his hand dropping down to clutch behind your thigh and raise it around his hip. “Tell me you want me.” he hums as he watches your eyes roll back from the ache of clenching around nothing.

You reach up to comb your fingers through his hair, digging your nails into his shoulder as he rolls his hips again. “I need you so much-Minho-please I want you so fucking much-” you manage to gasp out. His eyes darken as he reaches down between you, pulling back to cup you, his fingers sliding through your drenched lips to part them. “For me?” he asks, his voice low as he dips down to brush his lips to yours. He swallows your moan with a kiss as he pushes his finger into you, tasting your panting as you tighten around it. “All for you-” you cry as his tongue plunges into your mouth.

He deepens the kiss as he pulls his finger from you, suppressing any protests. Any dismay at the loss is replaced with pleasure as he guides the tip against your slit, slipping along your folds, teasing at your clit. There are no thoughts in your mind, only overwhelming need as he rubs his head along you, finally, finally giving in to your wordless pleas as he presses it against your tight hole. As he thrusts forward suddenly, he breaks the kiss with a cry of his own, your walls giving as he stretches you.

“Minho….. Minho-,” his name echoes through the room to mix with his moans as he draws back to snap his hips forward again. “So fucking….tight!” he bites out, his breathing heavy as he drops his head into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. As he starts to plunge in and out of you, your legs wrap around his waist as you tilt your hips for him.

Your nails run down his back as he fucks you, making his motions stutter as he moans loudly for you. “So good, oh fuck-Minho!” your cries have him propping himself up to look down at your face. “Yeah?” he asks, his nose wrinkling as he puts more force behind his thrusts. “Yeah? Like that?” he asks and you have to clutch his hair as your body jerks, your tits shaking the harder he moves. “Yes! YES! I - LOVE IT-” you scream, words devolving into loud, animalistic moans.

“Your-cunt- is so-fucking-divine-” he gasps out, each word punctuated by his cock delving deep and hard into you. You can feel the familiar tight burning sensation building deep within you as your legs shake, as he slips a hand under your back, as he lunges forward to wrap his lips around your nipple to suck and nip at it. The friction of his pelvis rubbing against your clit, and his mouth on you has your entire being vibrating and you start wailing his name over and over as you begin to clench.

“OH FUCK-” his voice grates out as he releases your nipple, his breath hitching as your climax hits you like a boulder, blindly intense as you arch beneath him. “Fuck fuck fuck I can’t-” he cries out as his hips falter, his pace becoming erratic. “COME!” you scream out desperately, clinging to him as you shudder and his mouth crashes into yours as he lets go, bursting in a hot flood deep within you. Your kiss is frenzied, crying wordlessly into each other as you come together. His thrusts slow, lazily emptying himself into you finally as he gasps with every clench of your pussy around him.

As you finally come down, he collapses onto you, nuzzling his face into your now sweaty neck, his chest pressing firmly against yours. You can feel the fast beat of his heart as he places small kisses along your damp skin, along your collarbone and you slowly comb your fingers through the strands of his hair. “Fuck.” he whispers, kissing his way up to your lips, his own fingers smoothing back your hair. “Fuck.” you echo and he smiles softly, drawing back to study your eyes. You can only smile dreamily at him, completely exhausted from the entire experience.

He slowly rolls you both on your sides, facing one another as he pets your hair, placing kisses to your lips. “I…” he starts, gasping as you clench around him again and he laughs softly. Then his face registers a sudden shock as you adjust and he slips out of you. Your thighs are damp from your combined releases and he blinks rapidly, worry on his features. “Oh fucking hell-I didn’t even think about-” he cups your face but you shake your head, silencing him. “I’m on the pill. Sorry, I ….wasn’t even thinking about that.” he relaxes slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he closes his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, this wasn’t exactly what I expected to happen.” he murmurs, his gaze studying your face. “Unexpected but not unwanted.” you reassure him, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear. You can’t help but blush as he smiles at you softly, pulling you closer to him to hold onto you. “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one…” he whispers against your mouth as he kisses you again.

He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him to settle your head on his chest, playing with your hair as you wrap around him. The silence settles around you as you savor the moment with him, both of you just touching and kissing each other, exploring one another deep into the night.

Finally as exhaustion begins to overwhelm you, you look up at him with sleepy eyes and he smiles down at you. “Tomorrow…we can talk about everything.” You nod against him and then suddenly you remember, snapping your head up.

“You fired me!”

His laughter makes you frown, and he just kisses your nose. “Just for now, kitten. Don’t worry.”

The cat cafe is humming with excitement, and it’s just another day that you get to watch families take home the much deserving animals to become their family. Peanut keeps you company, of course. He was now a permanent fixture at the cafe as Minho had decided to keep him. As the day winds down and you lock the door, you feel the familiar arms of your boss wrap around you from behind, placing a kiss on your neck.

“Lee Minho! How dare you do that with an employee!” You berate him, unable to stop yourself from laughing as he spins you around. “Ah yes, I forgot. I’m horrible.” he purrs out, touching his forehead to yours.

“You’re fired. Now kiss me.”

#cultofdionysusnet #ksmutsociety #16 days of smutmas 2023 #lee minho skz smut #Lino smut #Lee Know smut #skz fanfic #skz smut #Stray kids smut #Stray kids au

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amphibiahawks321 · 8 months ago

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wait since you like cats? neko reader x any hsr woman?

[kafka starts petting Y/N's ears]

NekoM!Reader : !!!?!?'

[Y/N's widened his eyes]

NekoM!Reader : Y-Y'know it's very rude to pet someone's ears without a warning!

Kafka : do you want me to stop~?

NekoM!Reader : .....

NekoM!Reader blushing : No...

Kafka : Chuckles that's what I thought~

[Kafka keeps on petting Y/N's ears]

NekoM!Reader : .......

[Y/N starts purring]

NekoM!Reader : Purrrrrrrr ^v^

Kafka : Enjoying yourself dear~?

NekoM!Reader blushing : W-what! Don't be ridiculous!

Kafka : Oh really~?

[Kafka starts touching Y/N's tail]

M!Reader blushing : Mmm~

Kafka : What was that Kitty~?

[Y/N blushes redder]

M!Reader blushing : NOTHING!

[Himeko reading a book]

Himeko : 🎶Hmm~ hm~ hmm~ hm~🎶

[Suddenly Y/N slid to her lap laying his head]

Himeko : Hm? Something the matter?

NekoM!Reader : .....

Himeko : Chuckles come on spit it out

NekoM!Reader : you've been paying too much attention to your book....

Himeko : ......

[Himeko let out a chuckle again]

NekoM!Reader blushing : Not funny! You've been on your book for 5 hours now!

Himeko : Sorry sorry! It's just that you're so cute when you're jealous ^v^

NekoM!Reader blushing : pfft! I am NOT jealous of your book!

[Himeko places her book down and starts gently rubbing Y/N's ear]

Himeko : Better~?

NekoM!Reader : Y-yeah! Duh!

NekoM!Reader : ......

[Y/N's leans into the touch making Himeko fangirling on the inside]

Himeko : So cute ^v^💕

#male reader #hsr x reader #reader x hsr #hsr kafka #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #reader x honkai star rail #honkai star rail kafka #honkai star rail #kafka x reader #reader x kafka #honkai star rail himeko #himeko x reader #reader x himeko

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yogurtkags · 5 months ago

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❝ LUCKY CHARM ❞ — oikawa tooru

cw. gn!reader, friends with implied feelings, timeskip!tooru, tooru’s family owns a white cat called milky (wow i wonder who named her) word count. 628 synopsis. tooru's packing for his move to argentina and he finds something that reminds you of fond memories

“are you sure you have everything packed?” you ask unconvinced, laying on your back on the bed with your eyes closed and head hanging off the foot of the bed. milky climbs onto your tummy, nuzzling into your palm as you give her chin rubs and scritches behind her ears. she took a liking to you since the day you met her. you welcome the weight with open arms, further sinking into the plush mattress.

tooru invited you to his home in the name of helping him pack, but you’ve basically just been making sure he stops to take water and snack breaks once in a while. he’s been at it since morning and seems just about done, minus contemplating items of sentimental value. you wonder if he’s overthinking it as much as you are, the idea of being so far away after being basically joined at the hip for the last couple of years. he’s fiddling with his fingers again, a telltale sign that he’s restless. he plays it off, but you know him too well.

pacing back and forth between his large suitcase and the door, he waves you off, “yeah pretty much, I’m just looking to see if there’s any last minute things that I might want to add. got my alien socks— hey look at this, remember when this photo was taken?”

eyes fluttering open with a few pokes to your cheek, the photo in question greets you. a small polaroid picture that hajime took — the back view of the two of you, hands clasped together and looking off the shore. you remember the day this was taken, a precious memory you hold close to your heart.

the two of you were walking along the pier, ice cream in hand. you were ahead of the others, them trailing behind and getting caught up with something strange mattsun saw online. hearing a collective “ehhh?” coming from the bunch, you and tooru look at each other before shrugging and lightly chuckling.

there’s never a dull moment with the bunch, you met the four of them back in freshman hear at seijoh and never looked back. you shared the most classes with tooru so naturally you got closer and started spending lunchtime together whenever he wasn't at the gym or with hajime. more often than not, you went up to the roof to escape from all the noise and his fangirls, talking about everything and nothing at all. you saw a side to him that not many others did.

“oh shit—” you blurt out as you trip over a slightly raised plank, tooru immediately grabbing onto your hand to prevent you from falling.

he dramatically exclaimed, “be careful, y/n-chan! can’t have you face planting and hurting your pretty face now.” causing you to retort in embarrassment, "shut up!"

after stabilising yourself, you noticed that the tight grip of his hand over yours never left. you welcomed the feeling with warmed cheeks and a bashful smile, giving his palm a squeeze in thanks. the way his hand enveloped yours felt natural, right. and you held onto the feeling for as long as you could, neither of you making a move to pull apart.

you don’t talk about that incident happening anymore and bury it in the back of your mind, but the recollection still brings a soft smile to your lips and a flush to your cheeks. you’re touched that he’d even think to bring the photo along, even more so when you watch him smoothly slide it into his wallet.

your face burns, suddenly shy as he leans down to peck your forehead with a gentleness that he only seems to display with you, and mumbles, “who else is going to be my lucky charm, hmm?”

notes. soft tooru hours ♡ fun fact: this was actually an idea i had noted down more than a year ago but just never wrote for some reason. (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

#ᯓ★ : written in the stars !#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

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magua-vida · 7 months ago

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SLAY THE QUEEN THORN

I was inspired by Abby's sketch of a hypothetical Queen version of the Princess, so I tried my hand at it with a few vessels, including this one. I... ended up drawing something akin to a fashion design concept art rather than a practical design that won't be tiring to draw over and over after a handful of sprites later. I also had to use a bit more artistic license growing unnatural poppies on the dress and the thick twirly prickly noodles.

some explanations behind the process

For the "mended" Thorn, I pretty much just removed the foreground thorns and added the dirt.

rambling/fangirling/screenshots below:

The Thorn is one of my favorites. If I had to choose only five vessels to offer to Shifty and there's no replayable feature, she'll definitely be one of them. I'm one of those suckers who's into Hurt/Comfort stories. Almost like a masochist for those fics, you could say. If the climax to an Action-heavy story is the defeat of one party, then the catharsis of Hurt/Comfort is when the two characters... well, comfort each other- either due to hurt from each other or someone else. In The Thorn's case, she started off rather innocently, Damsel-like, but not quite. She still had caution. It was until she was literally stabbed in the back that she learned that it was a mistake. And when Long Quiet offered sincere regret and admission of fault, she stabbed him... but she didn't feel the relief she thought she'd get from it. I think many relate to having been betrayed and/or betraying someone they trusted, and the scratches are felt by many players.

The thorns curve inward, as if it's more painful to leave her than it is to approach her.

Poppies grow around along the bramble. Many mistook them for roses because they're red and there are brambles (tbh, I actually dunno if they're brambles or briars, I looked them up and I got confused, forgive me, plant enthusiasts ;.;) that grow around the patches of those poppies. Death and romance~

This brings back to Chapter 1 where Hero was kinda-sorta-maybe-definitely crushing on the Princess and wants to give her the benefit of the doubt, not only because of feelings, but for a reasonable cause of wanting to rescue someone who possibly may actually be a victim of circumstance.

Look, I have reasons why Thorn route is one of my favorites and it definitely doesn't have anything to do with both characters having massive trust issues and the capability to change themselves for better or worse and the emotional moments hitting me like a lovely diamond-dusted dagger. Both of them are rather cat-like with pointy ears too.

I appreciate that you're still given the options to leave or stab Thorn, as if the situation isn't pitiable enough. Even her tiara looks like a crown of thorns. It's as if she views the thorns as both a form of penance and a defence mechanism to protect herself from being hurt again, even though she's hurt by her own making this time.

I chose for the Long Quiet to save her and leave the cabin together.

This part stabbed me the most. Even when shown genuine help, she shrinks back.

This part burns a bit of the jadedness away. Trust is a scary thing, so is love. How can you be so sure that you won't be hurt by the one you love again? But just like what The Prisoner says, it's about trust- blind trust. Thorn looks more human than her previous self- less animalistic, softer. A part of The Damsel returns, even in the music.

I recall weighing on whether I prefer the version with the Voice of the Cheated or Voice of the Smitten. I vaguely remember wondering if there was an option to ask her if it's okay to kiss her. I guess the ideal would be is to have that choice, but I suppose the climactic moment calls for it and she doesn't mind it, at least. It's like the option to hug Astarion from BG3, but you're not sure whether he'd be comfy with it after being hurt so much. He gave approval for it too~

As much as Thorn is one of my favorites, I'm not attracted to her and any of the vessels. Instead, I ship her with the Long Quiet- the character himself. I don't really see myself AS the Long Quiet, more like choosing what actions on what he does and I separate myself from him a lot for many reasons. It's a bit like the Harry situation from Disco Elysium in terms of seemingly blank-slate protagonists.

Instead, I kinda put myself into her situation to feel how she felt in this route. The poppies not only felt symbolic of her nature as part of the Shifting Mound, but also specifically the end of the mutual treachery you've inflicted on each other, potentially beginning anew on a path of healing.

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technicallyblakebelladonna · 3 months ago

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LET'S GO (again) LESBIANS LET'S GO!!!!

Not So Average Fangirl is once again back with another reaction!!! she is doing an engagement test of sorts on her youtube channel, so if RWBY does really well on youtube, it'll stay there for future reaction episodes, so make sure you engage with all of her RWBY reactions thus far so that the engagement and the algorithm is in RWBYs favour so we can have more of her wonderful reactions!!

favourite highlights from this reaction episode in particular:

immediately picking up on how blake's bow "looks like" cat ears

loving pyrrha's aesthetic and character design

realising that blake was the dark character that was seen following yang

ONCE AGAIN immediately honing in on blake and yang's complimentary eye colours and asking "is that intentional?"

outright LOSING HER MIND laughing at the "some girl's in trouble!" jaune scream

PREVIOUS NSAF RWBY REACTIONS

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gojo-mochi · 1 year ago

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Y/N as Shidou’s Manager

CW: Smut, Fem!Reader, Reader is annoyed by Shidou but also wanna fuck him so.. Shidou is a menace and nasty af.

CW: Reader wears a skirt, Oral Fem receiving, p/v, creampie, lots of spits, praising, panty stealing, a little bit of crying (from pleasure)…

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This was on my mind for a while****…**** Need to do more Blue Lock writing tbh / I love any thoughts in my askbox about this or Y/N as other players managers. ALSO I wanted to make reader yell at him more but ya know*. How it is with Shidouhe just messes me up real bad y*all**. First time writing for Shidou as well

Manager!Y/N Who has to deal with both Shidou and all the people he pissed off, this list includes.. Coaches, Soccer Moms, Players, News Reporters, Announcers, You, and the list goes on and on…

Manager!Y/N Who has to explain to Shidou that he just can’t go pissing on the opposing team's side of the field just because their Striker tried to flirt with you

Manager!Y/N Who swears up and down that she wasn’t a fan of Shidou before and all the merch she has was given to her as gifts

Manager!Y/N Who isn’t fucking pouting, Shidou! She doesn’t care that your fangirls were drooling all over your chest and arms after a match.

Manager!Y/N Who has to deal when Shidou slaps your ass when you’re bowing for an apology and say "Bending over for someone that isn’t me!?" With a shocked expression just like this

Manager!Y/N Who has to clean up mess after mess this includes stopping Shidou’s cum from leaking out of your cunt after you both fucked in the locker room after a match

Manager!Y/N Who has to pack extra panties after learning that Shidou likes to steal panties after having sex and you can’t go around bare pussy with only a skirt on

Small Drabble Below****…

"Ryusei! I can’t fucking believe you this time! I mean, honestly! You already won the match, why did you have to go and break their Striker’s arm afterwards! You were pulling the tanned man by the ear across the hallway, and your fellow employees either gave you a sympathetic look or shakes their heads at the sight, knowing that Shidou had caused another incident on the field. "Ow, ow, OUCH! Y/N!~~~~" Shidou whines your name as continue to pull on his poor ear. He can easily stop you from dragging him, but he knows he sort of deserves this, and not to mention that when you get aggressive, it makes him super hard.

So onward you go until you reach the small break room at the end of the hallway. You let go of Shidou’s ear and stood there with your arms crossed in front of your chest and your feet tapping, glaring daggers at the football player in front of you. Shidou just rubs at his swollen earlobe and grins down at you. "Ya’ know that really realllllly hurts y/n!" He put out his lips in a pout. "Kiss it better for me, please?" He even went the extra mile and clasped his hands together in a begging position. You felt your blood pressure rise as Shidou started to flutter his long eyelashes at you.

Your eyebrows twitch as you slowly close your eyes, trying to steady your breath. You take a deep breath, and your nose crinkles a bit when you inhale the scent of musk and scents near you. You open your eyes to meet the bright pink cat-like irises of Shidou. He was almost nose to nose with you, grinning like the Cheshire cat he is. You jumped away, hitting your back against the wall. Slam! Shidou's hand smacks loudly beside your head, causing you to flinch a little. Shidou lets out a deep chuckle, closing in on the nape of your neck, blowing out a puff of warm air onto your skin. You try to suppress the oncoming shivers, but to no avail.

You just glared at him harder and tried to push him away by placing your hands on his very toned and muscular body. You were _definitely not feeling him up, _you gave a firm push, but Shidou did not budge one bit. Moving in even closer to trap you between the wall and him. One hand next to your head and the other moving to grab onto your waist tightly, fingers digging in to your plushness. It was absolutely going to leave a bruise mark the next morning. You hiss at the contact, growling out his name. "Ryusei! What do you think you’re doing?" You gave another fruitless push to his torso, causing him to let out a snort.

"Ya’ even trying there, Miss Manager? Or do you just like feeling me up?" He purrs the last part, showing off his toothy grin and sharp fangs. Your heart leaps up into your throat as you look away, fighting off the oncoming blush you would deny was there. Shidou’s hand lets go of your waist and goes to grab your chin to force you to look at him, his thumb presses against your cheek gently but tightly into place as the other fingers tilt your chin up to meet with his lips just barely ghosting over yours.

The retort that you wanted to answer with came out as small whimpers instead. You felt heat pool down to your stomach, your thighs would clench together if Shidou’s own thigh wasn’t coming in between them. You hear him moan at the contact, practically rutting against you now. His hardness presses neatly against your thigh, grinding on your soft plushness. His breath was hot and heavy, and his lips were still so close to yours but not touching. "So fukin’ pretty Y/N… my pretty girl." He moaned softly, getting lost in a horny haze. Your thighs clenched a bit tighter on Shidou’s leg after hearing his voice moan your name. He moves his thumb from your cheek to brush over your lips. Wiping some of the drool that leaked out onto the top of the lips and then stroking it again on the bottom..

You instinctively swiped out your tongue only to be met with Shidou’s thumb. He takes this opportunity to plunge his thumb into your mouth and on to your tongue. You gagged a bit at the sudden contact and pressure. Shidou holds your mouth open like that, tongue out with his thumb holding it in place, as he forces his own inside. It was messy and wet, the way Shidou’s tongue invaded your mouth, tasting every nook and cranny he could find. Running it all over your teeth and the roof of your mouth, then finally taking his damn thumb off your tongue only so he can shove his tongue further down your throat. Your lipstick was smeared all over both of your faces, along with the shiny spit that covered your chin. Shidou was loud and whiny as he was nearing a climax just from his constant rutting against your thigh.

"Hnng—Fuck! Fu-Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk! Y/N!" He screamed out your name as he came into his shorts. Resting his forehead against yours as sweat gleams down both your faces. Two thoughts were running in your head. The first was, "Fuck, that another pair of shorts ruined… The coach isn’t going to be happy about that." And the second one was; "I need Shidou’s cock in me right now." Shidou peeled away from you and looked down at his shorts, grabbing his waistband and opening it to see the mess he made inside. "Damn, I do cum a lot, don’t I?’

You snort at his comment, trying to wipe off the spit that adorned your face as Shidou starts shimmying down his shorts and boxers at the same time. His hard, tan cock was finally free from its cage, still slick and shiny. Shidou threw away the soiled clothes in the corner and turned his attention back towards you. You flinched from the predatory gaze he had on you, clutching your hands close to your chest, acting like some sort of shield. But Shidou did not move from his spot, only motioning his pointer finger in a ‘come hither’ movement. "What?" You hiss out, also not moving from your spot. Like a cornered cat, wary and hesitant but not running away.

It was honestly quite the sight to see. You huddled with your back against the wall, and Shidou, pantsless, was just motioning for you to come to him. You held a small staring content with Shidou, ultimately sighing in defeat as you inch closer to him. As you get into range, Shidou starts to purr; "There’s my sweet girl." He makes grabby hands at you, pulling you in close by the waist. "Look at you~ a fukin’ mess right now, aren’t cha?" "And who’s fault is that?" He cackled loudly at your small quip and glare, throwing his head back as he does. He starts groping your ass and thighs as he sighs out, "Let me make up for it then, baby." He slowly lowers himself down on his knees, his hands sliding down with him, and he bunches up your skirt so he can have full access to your panties.

He wolf whistled upon seeing the wet patch that was already clinging to your folds. You put your hands on Shidou’s shoulders, feeling unsteady about the position you were in, Shidou’s head was already nestled between your thighs, his hands behind your knees, the only thing keeping you from falling down. "Ryusei, I think we should move somewhere before you-aAH! Ryu! Mmah, oh god!"

Shidou was lost in bliss as his rough tongue lapped at the wet spot, tracing the outlines of your folds through your panties. The cotton dried his tongue a bit but your slick plus his spit made it work. He groaned out, moving his tongue up and down the fabric, finding your clit and sucking harshly on it, like he was dying of thirst and your clit was the only source of water he has. You fingernails dig into his shoulders as you whimper and moan out, trying to move your hips but his hands kept you forcefully still. “Ryusei, Ryusei, Ryusei, Ryu, Ryu, Ryuuuuuu!” You were chanting his name like a mantra, desperately wanting to tell him to just rip your panties off already but your mouth and brain weren’t connected at this moment.

Shidou seem to hear your thoughts though as he unlatch his mouth from your poor pussy and use his fangs to rip off your panties. You just hear the rip and slaps him upside the head. “Shidou! What the fuck! I liked those pair!”

"I’ll ge’ cha’ nee ones!" He spoke back his mouth full of your panties, he spit it out on the floor, making a mental note to stuff it in his pocket later. Diving right back in your pussy, Shidou was a messy eater, the slick pool all around his cheeks and chin, and he reveled in it, slurping up all the juices that weren’t making a mess on his face. He had no sense of direction in the way he was eating you out, no gentleness, and no thoughts present in his head. He just needed to taste you, his tongue plunging in your tight hole, then up in between your folds. Then the next second, he would be sucking on your clit with so much force that it made stars appear in your eyes.

His head was moving so much between your thighs, your legs were shaking and clenching around him, the lewd sounds echoed in the empty break room; and you panicked for a moment, wondering if you had locked the door before coming in or not. It was only a fleeting thought as Shidou continued his assault on your poor bundle of nerves, but he never stays there long enough for you to reach a climax. You were unsure if he was teasing you on purpose or not. You slide your hand from his shoulders to grip on firmly to his hair, tugging it upwards, hoping he would get the hint and give you some relief.

He seems to have understood your pleas and angled his head to give your clit all the attention it deserves. He unhooked one of his hands from your knees to rub at your entrance for a bit, shoving in two fingers straight away. You hissed at the pain from his fingers, but it soon turned into soft whines as he curled his fingers into the spot you like the most. His tongue was still on overtime, swirling around your clit, switching before sucking and licking until he felt his fingers go numb from how tight you were clenching as you reached your breaking point again.

Your knees go slack as you cream all over Shidou’s awaiting mouth; he made sure to get every single drop, tongue lapping wildly. His hand goes to grab on to your thighs as your legs start to fail you. He moves away with a loud "pop". He peppers your thigh with soft kisses as he leads you down onto his lap. ‘That’s it, baby; trust me, just fall down; I’m right ‘ere." You plop down, letting Shidou part your weary thighs, and position your still dripping cunt over his weeping length. Untouched during that whole ordeal before, he almost came when his tip entered your walls. "Hahhh, Ya’ always so fukin’ tight! So good fer’ me, so damn good, pussy takin’ me in so good, baby." He kept on babbling about how good you were and how good you felt.

"Ryusei…." You whimpered, wrapping your arms around Shidou’s neck and resting your head in the crook of his head. Already feeling spent, you just let Shidou babble on and moved your hips up and down on his cock. Tears pricked at your eyes when you started to bottom out, biting on Shidou’s shoulder to drown out the whines of pain from how he was stretching and filling up so fully. Shidou made you go up high enough that his cock would almost slip out, only to slam your hips back down with a loud ‘_plop’. _

‘plop’. ‘plop’. "Ryu-Ryu-Ryuuuu!" "Fuck, Y/N! Hahhh!" ‘plop’. ‘plop’.

His thumb was now rubbing small circles on your oversensitive clit as he kept bouncing you on his cock, slamming his hips up to meet yours now. Almost stuttering as he reached his second climax. His shoulder is now covered in various bite marks from you as you desperately cling on, feeling the tight knot in your core once again. It takes one last slam, and Shidou holds you down by the waist as he climaxes into you, his thumb not stopping until you are almost cumming along with him. Both your juices mixing together as Shidou groans out.

You wipe away some of your tears and lean back to face Shidou, he instantly coos at you and helps to wipe away your tears with his stained hands. You scoff at him and slap away his wet hand. He pouts at that and goes in for a kiss, which you _begrudgingly (lovingly) oblige. _The both of you stayed in that position, just softly kissing and calming down, until you hear your phone ring in your skirt pocket.

It made you jump a bit as you fished your phone out and shush Shidou. "Yes, this is L/N speaking… yes, yes, um Shidou is here with me, oh…. I understand and I am so sorry for everything… Yes, I understood.. thank you." You end the call and look at Shidou, remembering why you came into the breakroom in the first place and why you were so mad.

"Shidou Ryusei, did you tell someone to vandalize the other team’s van?!"

"Oh… whoops?"

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