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⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: strong language (profanity), petty arguments, mention of alcohol consumption, reader getting drunk, depictions of stress/anxiety related to online and work life, light suggestive jokes/humor. (thats about it in this chapt) smut warnings: n/a (yet) wc: 6895 (longer than the usual? ikr)

Jeonghan stared at his monitor, blinking twice. It has been two days since he last played with you as WINN3R. His Discord notifications were a chaotic blur of pings and unread messages. He’d finally caved and clicked into the app, his mouse hovering over the muted server where his circle of gamer friends resided. The icon sat there, blinking at him like a neglected child waiting for attention.

It had been ages since he’d last opened this. Back in the day, the server was his second home. Back when life wasn’t about board meetings, product launches, and meticulous schedules. Back when all he had to care about was climbing leaderboards and outplaying opponents.

The familiar server name, "GG Hyungsquad", brought a wave of nostalgia. The banner—a badly photoshopped image of all their gamer tags—looked just as ridiculous as he remembered. It had been years, but the memories came flooding back. Late nights at arcades, skateboards abandoned on sidewalks, and tournaments that had them glued to their screens until sunrise. That was their world. They weren’t just friends; they were brothers bonded by joysticks and caffeine.

But now?

Jeonghan sighed. He’d grown so distant, hadn’t he? He muted the server ages ago, choosing to prioritize his company and responsibilities over late-night gaming sessions. His friends got it. They’d teased him about it, calling him CEO-nim and joking about how he’d abandoned them for a “suit-and-tie life,” but they never pushed.

Click.

He opened the server, scrolling through the channels.

[#general-chat] pledis_boos: Bro why is Mingyu’s face in every ad lately?? Do they just like buff guys who are bad at games now? min9yu: HEY WTF I CARRY YOU ALL THE TIME!!! vernon_98: "Carry"? In which world? This one? Nah. Try again. ho5hi_kwon: Let’s all agree Mingyu’s just here for the visuals. min9yu: CAN YOU NOT

Jeonghan chuckled under his breath. They hadn’t changed a bit.

But then, his scrolling halted.

[#gaming-vc] kitsunya: you guys are so bad at league. please uninstall. ho5hi_kwon: YOU'RE CHEATING I SWEAR. min9yu: Literally HOW are you this good. You’ve got to be hacking. pledis_boos: Guys. GUYS. Let’s stop embarrassing ourselves. Kitsunya’s just built different. kitsunya: built different my ass y'all are just too weak :p

Jeonghan froze.

@/kitsunya.

His eyes darted back to the username, reading it over and over again. It wasn’t a coincidence, was it? There was no way. No freaking way.

You were here.

His heart skipped a beat, and he let out a breathless laugh. Of course you were. Of course his ridiculous friends would somehow rope you into their chaos. How had he not seen this coming?

Curiosity got the better of him. Jeonghan navigated to the gaming-vc channel, his mouse hovering over the join button. For a split second, he hesitated. He hadn’t gamed with them in years, and now you were part of the mix? What if you recognized him? What if he blew his cover as W1NN3R?

But then again, the thought of hearing your voice in the midst of their usual banter was too tempting to resist.

Click.

The moment he joined, chaos greeted him. “OH MY GOD, IT’S JEONGHAN!” Hoshi yelled, his voice piercing through Jeonghan’s headset.

“Hyung! You’re alive!” Seungkwan added dramatically. “We thought you forgot how to use Discord.”

“CEO-nim, gracing us with his presence,” Vernon teased, his tone as monotone as ever.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin forming on his face. “Yeah, yeah, keep it coming,” he said lazily, leaning back in his chair.

“Jeonghan?”

Your voice.

He stiffened for half a second before regaining his composure. “Who’s this?” he asked, feigning ignorance, even though he already knew.

“This is Kitsunya, obviously!” Seungkwan chimed in, like you were some sort of celebrity. “She’s the one who’s been carrying these idiots in League. Don’t let her innocent voice fool you; she’ll destroy you in-game.”

You scoffed. “They’re exaggerating. These guys just tilt too easily.”

Jeonghan smirked. “I’ll take your word for it,” he said smoothly. “Nice to meet you, Kitsunya.”

“Likewise,” you replied, your tone polite but distant.

The next few hours passed in a blur of chaos and laughter. They queued up for a few matches, and though Jeonghan mostly stayed quiet, he observed.

You were exactly as he’d seen on stream—sharp, witty, and completely in control. Every time one of the guys fumbled, you were there to pick up the slack, your voice calm as you directed them in-game.

But what fascinated Jeonghan most wasn’t your skill. It was the way you seamlessly fit into his circle. You weren’t intimidated by their larger-than-life personalities or their endless teasing. If anything, you gave as good as you got, throwing jabs that left even Seungkwan speechless.

And when the game finally ended—another victory, thanks to you—Jeonghan couldn’t help but feel… intrigued.

“Well, I think I’m done for the night,” you said, your voice cutting through the post-game chatter.

“Already?” Mingyu whined. “One more match!”

“I’ve got work tomorrow,” you replied, and Jeonghan swore he could hear the faintest hint of exhaustion in your tone.

“Boring,” Hoshi teased.

“Some of us have responsibilities, unlike you,” you shot back, earning a chorus of laughter.

As you left the call, Jeonghan sat there, staring at the now-empty slot in the voice chat where your username had been.

“Kitsunya, huh?” he murmured to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips.

This was going to get interesting.

You turned your computer off, your reflection flickering on the darkened monitor.

Shit. Jeonghan plays?

The thought looped in your head as you sat frozen in your chair. What the actual fuck? Jeonghan—your boss, the ridiculously polished, too-handsome-for-his-own-good CEO—played video games? The idea felt so far-fetched it almost made you laugh.

The same Jeonghan who demanded flawless work, who breezed through meetings with his effortless charm, and who somehow looked better at 3:37 a.m. than you did on your best day? That Jeonghan? Playing games? On Discord?

Your heart pounded as questions began to swirl.

Had he always been in that server, lurking silently? How long had he known? Was it a coincidence? Or—your chest tightened—did he already know you were both kitsunya, the streamer, and his secretary-slash-makeup-artist?

No way.

Right?

You swallowed hard, shaking your head in disbelief. There was no fucking way.

You paced the room, your thoughts racing. Jeonghan had always seemed... perceptive. The kind of person who noticed things others didn’t. His eyes always carried a glint of something—like he knew more than he let on. But that was just his CEO persona, wasn’t it? You didn’t remember any moment where he’d given even the faintest hint of recognition toward your streaming life.

Still, the timing was… suspicious. You’d been added to the server just a month ago, introduced as one of Seungkwan’s friends. And now, for the first time in what felt like forever, Jeonghan reappears?

No, stop overthinking.

You sighed, slumping onto your bed and burying your face in your hands. So what if he played? So what if he knew? You weren’t breaking any rules by streaming, and your private life was just that—private. There was nothing to worry about.

Right?

But the thought lingered. Jeonghan’s smooth, composed voice echoed in your mind from earlier in the call.

“Nice to meet you, Kitsunya.”

There had been something in the way he said it. Too polite. Too deliberate.

You shook your head violently. “Nope. Not doing this,” you muttered. “I’m too fucking tired for conspiracy theories.”

You grabbed your phone to mute Discord for the night, but just before you switched it off, you noticed the server icon glowing faintly. A new ping in #general-chat. Against your better judgment, you tapped it.

[#general-chat] pledis_boos: Bro how is Jeonghan still good at League after disappearing for years?? ho5hi_kwon: Right?? He carried that game like it was 2016 again. vernon_98: Maybe he was secretly practicing in his office lmao. min9yu: CEO by day, gamer by night. What a life. ho5hi_kwon: Watch out Kitsunya, he might replace you as our new carry.

You threw your phone onto the bed, facepalming.

“Replace me? Over my dead body.”

But as you lay there, staring at the ceiling, another thought crept into your mind. What if this was intentional? What if Jeonghan wanted you to know he was there?

The very idea made your stomach flip.

It was ridiculous. He’s your boss. Why would he care about your gaming life? Why would he even join a match with you? It had to be coincidence.

And yet, as your eyelids grew heavy and exhaustion began to pull you under, you couldn’t shake the memory of his voice in the call. His tone, his timing—it all felt too… deliberate.

But tomorrow was another day. You decided to let it go. For now.

Jeonghan, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he stared at the Discord chat. His friends had flooded the server with their usual nonsense, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was thinking about you. "So, Kitsunya," he murmured to himself, spinning a pen between his fingers. Seeing your reaction in-game earlier had been entertaining. The way your voice tightened just slightly whenever he coordinated with the team. The way you muttered curses under your breath when things didn’t go as planned. You were sharp, competitive, and painfully good at masking your emotions. But Jeonghan had always prided himself on seeing past facades. It had been a long time since he’d felt this intrigued by someone. Not that he’d admit it, of course. For now, he’d keep playing the role of the unsuspecting CEO. After all, the game was just beginning.

Wonwoo leaned back in his chair, headphones snug over his ears as he prepared for another late-night stream. His week had been nothing short of chaotic, bouncing between sponsorship obligations and his part-time jobs. Sure, he didn’t need the extra work—his regular streams and tournaments brought in more than enough cash—but the latest gaming setup had caught his eye, and he was dead set on getting it. He cracked his knuckles and logged into Discord, quickly skimming through his notifications. His brow quirked when he noticed a familiar username in the #general-chat server. @/jeonghaniyoo_n. "Jeonghan’s back, huh?" he muttered to himself, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Jeonghan’s hiatus had been the talk of their friend group for months. The guy had seemingly dropped off the face of the gaming scene, only to reappear out of nowhere. Wonwoo didn’t dwell on it, though; there were games to be played. Switching tabs, he opened the #gaming-updates server and typed a quick announcement.

everyone_woo: Streaming 10:23 pm min9yu: He’s suddenly back without notice.

He switched to his streaming platform and hit "Start Broadcast." His fans immediately flooded the chat, spamming greetings and hyping up the night. --- First Game: Valorant Wonwoo loaded into Valorant, selecting his main, Sova, a sharpshooter with incredible recon abilities. He adjusted his sensitivity settings and warmed up in the range while chatting with his viewers. "Alright, chat. Tonight’s gonna be smooth. No raging, no distractions. Just pro gameplay," he said, smirking as the donations and comments rolled in. The match began. Wonwoo was placed as a Duelist in his team of five, their goal clear: attack and plant the Spike, or defend and defuse it. His coordination was impeccable. First round in, he landed a clean triple kill while defending A-site, his precise aim and fast reflexes earning cheers from his viewers. "Easy, easy," he muttered into his mic as the enemy team tried to regroup. By the second round, his team was up 2-0, with Wonwoo leading in kills. MVP vibes, his chat spammed.

Midway through his second match, an unexpected notification popped up.

ho5hi_kwon has joined the game. jeonghaniyoo_n has joined the game.

Wonwoo froze for a split second, his eyes narrowing. "Oh? The retired CEO and the circus tiger decided to show up, huh?" he said into his mic, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. Hoshi: "Shut up, nerd. Ready to lose?" Jeonghan: "I won’t even have to try." The lobby dissolved into chaos as their fans started spamming messages in both Wonwoo’s and Jeonghan’s chats. It wasn’t every day that you saw some of the top players in Korea casually trash-talking before a match.

Game On: Team Deathmatch Mode The match started with Jeonghan and Hoshi on the opposing team. Wonwoo’s competitive streak kicked in as the game loaded. "Alright, boys, no holding back. Let’s make these two regret logging in," he said, coordinating with his teammates. The first few minutes were a whirlwind. Wonwoo and his team pushed aggressively, taking control of the map. Wonwoo, using Sova, expertly tracked Jeonghan’s movements with his recon bolts. "Got you, CEO," Wonwoo muttered as he landed a perfectly timed headshot on Jeonghan, who had been lurking in a corner with Jett. Jeonghan’s voice came through the game chat, calm and smooth as ever. "Lucky shot." Hoshi was no easier to deal with. His Phoenix was an absolute menace, using flashbangs and firewalls to corner Wonwoo’s team. But Wonwoo’s aim remained impeccable. "Hoshi, sit down," he said, landing a kill streak on the tiger-like player. The match reached its climax in the final moments. Jeonghan’s team had pulled ahead slightly, but Wonwoo wasn’t about to let them win without a fight. It came down to the last kill. Jeonghan versus Wonwoo, Sova versus Jett. The tension was palpable. Wonwoo fired his ultimate ability, Hunter’s Fury, a series of devastating energy blasts, but Jeonghan dodged them with Jett’s agility, gliding across the map like a ghost. The two clashed in an intense 1v1, their every move scrutinized by their teams and fans.

Victory: Wonwoo's Team Wonwoo landed the final blow with a well-placed knife throw, sealing the win. "GG," Wonwoo said coolly, his voice betraying no emotion. Jeongahan groaned, leaning back in his chair. "Nice game. Been a while, you didn't hold back down there," Jeonghan chuckled. Hoshi laughed. "Welcome back, Jeonghan. Looks like you never left." As the match ended, Jeonghan leaned back in his own chair, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Watching Wonwoo win was likely. The man was literally an addict to games since then. But what really piqued his interest was seeing if you would join the chaos again. After all, it wasn’t a game night without Kitsunya.

The next night, you logged into Discord out of habit, still half-asleep and sipping on your coffee. Your day at work had been another whirlwind—Jeonghan’s last-minute meetings, a pile of emails that somehow became your problem, and a near-meltdown from one of the junior staff over a lipstick launch. You rubbed your temple, your mind buzzing from the caffeine, and clicked open the #gaming-updates channel. It had been quiet for a few days, but as you scrolled, you froze.

jeonghaniyoo_n: Streaming tonight? 10 PM? ho5hi_kwon: Jeonghan asking to stream? who are you and what did you do with him? everyone_woo: More like he’s bored because he’s bad at work. min9yu: Shut up, both of you. he carried last match.

Your jaw clenched as you read the messages. Jeonghan? Streaming? Since when?!? No. Fucking. Way. You reread the username for the third time, just to be sure. That wasn’t a fake account—it was him. But you hadn’t ever seen him active in the group before, even though you knew he was technically part of the same gaming circle. You hesitated, your fingers hovering over your keyboard, but the chat kept moving.

jeonghaniyoo_n: Wonwoo and Hoshi, get in my squad. @min9yu, you're on standby. ho5hi_kwon: Sure thing, bossman. everyone_woo: @/min9yu's already benched lmao.

You sighed, not wanting to get involved, but something about the group’s energy tonight made you linger. You didn’t play with them often, but when you did, it was always chaos—and you were too tired to overthink. 10:15 PM You loaded into Valorant, headphones on, your usual confidence returning the moment you saw the familiar splash screen. The adrenaline of gaming was your escape—a space where your tired, overworked secretary persona could dissolve into the sharp, skillful player your fans knew as @kitsunya. But this time? The lobby felt different. Lobby: Match Start As soon as you joined the custom game, the chat lit up.

ho5hi_kwon: Oh shit, the kitsunya's here! everyone_woo: Great, now i can lose twice as fast. min9yu: As if you weren’t already carrying the Ls, wonwoo. jeonghaniyoo_n: Queue already

You paused at Jeonghan’s comment, your fingers stiff over the keyboard. His tone—or at least what you imagined of it—felt deliberate, like he was testing you. kitsunya: "and here I thought you were all serious players. what’s this clown show?" The chat exploded into laughter, and for a moment, the tension lifted. Match Setup You were placed on a team with Wonwoo and Hoshi, while Jeonghan and Mingyu were on the opposing side. Your character pick? Jett, of course—agile, sharp, and deadly. The first round started, and your team took control early. Wonwoo's pinpoint accuracy with Sova complemented Hoshi's aggressive pushes as Phoenix. You fell into your rhythm effortlessly, clearing angles and securing headshots like second nature.

Round 3: Midway Through

"Top mid, two," Wonwoo called out over voice chat. You responded immediately, using Jett’s dash ability to reposition, cutting off an enemy push. "Got one," you muttered, your voice calm as you landed a clean headshot on Mingyu. "You’re insane," Hoshi said, laughing. But Jeonghan wasn’t giving up. He played Chamber, a sentinel with precision abilities, and you had to admit—he was good.

Final Moments of the Match

The tension in the game was palpable, the chat exploding with messages as the final moments of the 1v1 showdown between Jeonghan and Wonwoo unfolded. You watched intently, your character long eliminated from the round, leaving you no choice but to spectate Wonwoo's gameplay from the sidelines.

The map was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that set your nerves on edge. Every footstep, every shift of the operator's aim, could make or break the game. Wonwoo moved with precision, crouching around corners, holding angles like his life depended on it.

You muttered under your breath, leaning closer to the screen. “Come on, you bastard... just peek already,” you hissed, watching Jeonghan’s Chamber disappear into a teleport at the last second.

“Nice try,” Jeonghan’s smug voice rang out through the comms, and you rolled your eyes. That was his signature move—baiting his enemies into overthinking, and then striking like a snake.

Wonwoo didn’t bite. Instead, he repositioned with surgical precision, heading toward the high ground. You could practically feel the weight of the entire round resting on him. Jeonghan had the operator, but you’d seen Wonwoo clutch in worse situations before.

“Five gifted if you miss,” you teased through comms, hoping to crack Wonwoo’s concentration.

“Mute yourself, kitsunya,” Wonwoo replied sharply, but there was no malice in his voice, only the hyper-focus of a man who was determined to win.

Your camera panned as Jeonghan peeked a corner, operator at the ready. Wonwoo was waiting. The crosshairs aligned. A burst of gunfire.

Headshot.

The kill notification flashed on the screen.

VICTORY

The screen lit up in your team’s colors, the victory music playing. The chat went wild:

- “NO WAY WONWOO CLUTCHED THAT!” - “Jeonghan WHIFFED LMAO.” - “WONWOO KING ENERGY.”

You threw your head back with a laugh, groaning dramatically. “Unreal. Of all people, Wonwoo clutched that?”

Wonwoo’s voice was steady, laced with the smallest smirk. “Maybe if you stopped dying in the first two minutes, you wouldn’t have to depend on me so much.”

“Ooh, burn,” Seungkwan cackled in the background, his voice nearly drowning out the victory screen.

Jeonghan’s sigh came through comms, followed by his usual mocking tone. “Well, congratulations, team carry. But don’t get used to it.”

"Better luck next time, sweetheart," Wonwoo added, just to get under Jeonghan's skin—and probably yours.

You groaned louder this time, fighting the heat rising to your cheeks. If the chat noticed the shift in tone, they didn’t let it show, flooding with emojis and more banter.

But as you muted your mic, you couldn’t help but smile, the adrenaline of the match still coursing through you.

It had been two months since you started working for Jeonghan and exactly five weeks since he discovered your double life as Kitsunya. So why the fuck was he still pretending he didn’t know? Every time your paths crossed at work, he acted like the composed, mildly sarcastic boss you’d gotten used to. Not a single comment about late-night matches or the fact that his so-called “secretary” could carry an entire Valorant team.

Weirdo, you thought for the millionth time.

When the invite to the Streamer-Fanmeet Gaming Expo arrived, you couldn’t say no. The event was an exclusive, high-paying opportunity for streamers to connect with fans and other creators. And when you saw the paycheck? Yeah, it was impossible to pass up. Thankfully, the organizers had chosen a date that didn’t clash with work—or so you thought. Because there, standing by one of the gaming stalls, was Jeonghan. You shouldn’t have been surprised; he was part of the same circle of streamers as you, after all. But seeing him in this setting, looking every bit the gamer he once was, sent your brain into a tailspin. He wore a black bomber jacket over a graphic tee, paired with ripped jeans and an air of effortless cool. If it weren’t for the fact that you worked with him almost daily, you might’ve gotten flustered by the sight. Nope. Not happening, you told yourself as you adjusted your glasses (part of your outfit) and made your way inside. The venue was buzzing with activity. Booths lined the walls, showcasing merch, gaming setups, and meet-and-greet areas. Streamers and fans mingled, and the excitement in the air was palpable. You spotted Seungkwan waving at you from across the room. Thank God for him—navigating this event alone would’ve been overwhelming. “You look... different tonight,” Seungkwan said with a smirk, his eyes scanning your outfit. You glanced down at yourself: white long-sleeve polo, black necktie, and a high-waist pencil skirt that hugged your curves perfectly. It was your typical office attire, but with a twist—your signature red kitsune ear headband sat atop your head. “It’s called branding,” you deadpanned, adjusting your tie. “Branding? More like slaying,” Seungkwan teased before leading you toward the rest of the group. The first person you saw by the stalls was Seungcheol, casually leaning against a counter while talking with Jeonghan, Dino, and Joshua. Seungcheol was exactly as you remembered him from your rare interactions: charismatic, loud, and the unofficial leader of their circle. Beside him, Joshua was calm and composed, his smile disarming as he nodded along to whatever Dino was excitedly explaining. Your gaze lingered on Jeonghan for a second longer than you intended. He didn’t notice—or maybe he pretended not to—but the slight smirk on his face as he listened to Dino’s story made your stomach flip. He’s too pretty to exist. It’s a problem. Further down, you saw Jun and Minghao—the Chinese duo who dominated every League of Legends match they touched. Jun was animated, gesturing wildly as he explained something to a fan, while Minghao stood coolly beside him, offering occasional commentary. You groaned internally at the memory of losing countless matches to them. Hoshi, Mingyu, Vernon, and Wonwoo were grouped together, laughing at something on Mingyu’s phone. Typical. You were willing to bet they were already planning a prank or some ridiculous challenge for later. On the other side of the room, Woozi and Dokyeom were deep in conversation, likely discussing music or some new project Woozi was working on. You made a mental note to swing by and say hi to them later. Did I miss anyone? Probably. This group was massive, and keeping track of them all was a feat in itself.

Seungkwan nudged your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Come on, let’s introduce you properly. Everyone’s been dying to see Kitsunya in person,” he teased. You rolled your eyes but followed him anyway. As you approached, Seungcheol was the first to notice you. His eyes lit up in recognition, and he grinned. “Ah, the legendary Kitsunya,” he said, holding out a hand. “Finally gracing us with your presence.” Joshua gave you a warm smile, and Dino waved enthusiastically. But Jeonghan? He glanced at you, his expression unreadable, before returning to his conversation like nothing had happened. Seriously?

You forced a polite smile, exchanging pleasantries with the group, all while Jeonghan’s aloofness gnawed at you. Did he think ignoring you here would keep up the illusion that he didn’t know your secret? Or was this his way of messing with you? Whatever it was, you weren’t about to let him get under your skin.

The night carried on with a blur of photo ops, fan interactions, and casual games. But every time you glanced in Jeonghan’s direction, he was already looking at you—or worse, pretending not to. By the end of the event, you were exhausted. But as you made your way to the exit, Seungkwan caught up to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You know, Jeonghan’s been talking about you nonstop since you joined the office,” he said casually. You stopped in your tracks, turning to him. “What?” “Oh, nothing,” Seungkwan said, grinning. “Just thought you should know.” Before you could respond, he disappeared back into the crowd, leaving you standing there, equal parts confused and intrigued. Jeonghan. Talking about you? You didn’t know whether to be flattered or annoyed. Probably both. You scoffed at the ridiculousness. Game on, Jeonghan.

The event was winding down, and you were starting to relax. Most of the fan interactions were over, and the night had shifted into a more casual hangout vibe among the streamers. You decided to wander the venue, looking for a spot to decompress before the inevitable socializing would pull you back in. That’s when you spotted him. Wonwoo was perched at one of the quieter tables near a VR booth, casually scrolling through his phone. His ever-present headphones hung around his neck, and he wore a black hoodie paired with his signature expression—a mix of calm indifference and quiet observation. You couldn't deny that his face-card would never decline. Seriously, is this group recruiting visuals? You considered walking past him, but then his sharp gaze flicked up and met yours. For a split second, you thought he’d ignore you like he usually did during group interactions. Instead, he tilted his head, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Kitsunya,” he said, his voice as low and steady as always. “Wonwoo,” you replied, raising a brow as you adjusted your glasses. “Fancy seeing you here,” he remarked, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a paid event. Why wouldn’t I be here?” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Fair point,” he admitted, glancing back down at his phone. You stood there, unsure if the conversation was already over. Classic Wonwoo—conversations with him were always a guessing game. But just as you were about to leave, he spoke again. “So... white-collar kitsune, huh?” he teased, nodding toward your outfit. You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “What can I say? Gotta keep the brand alive.” He hummed in amusement, finally setting his phone aside. “Well, the fans love it. The chat’s been blowing up since you walked in.” “Is that so?” You quirked a brow. “And what about you? Don’t tell me you’re one of them.” His smirk widened just enough to be noticeable. “I wouldn’t go that far. But I’ll admit, the tie is a nice touch.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Flattery doesn’t suit you, Wonwoo.” “Who said I was trying to flatter you?” he countered, leaning forward slightly. Okay, that caught you off guard. Before you could think of a comeback, he gestured to the seat across from him. “Sit. Unless you’ve got somewhere better to be,” he said casually, but the faint challenge in his tone made it impossible to refuse.

The conversation started slow—typical of Wonwoo—but it didn’t take long for the familiar banter from your previous streams to resurface. Despite his reserved demeanor, Wonwoo had a knack for throwing sly comments your way, and tonight was no different. “You know, you still owe me for that Valorant match,” he said, leaning back with an air of nonchalance. You blinked. “What match?” “The one where you rage-quit after I sniped you three times in a row,” he reminded you, a rare glint of mischief in his eyes. “That wasn’t rage-quitting,” you argued, narrowing your eyes. “That was a tactical retreat.” “Sure,” he drawled, clearly unconvinced. “Let’s call it that.” “Do you always have to be this smug?” “It’s part of my charm,” he replied smoothly, earning an exasperated groan from you.

Just as the teasing reached its peak, Jeonghan’s voice cut through the air, calling your name from across the room. You turned to see him approaching, his expression as unreadable as ever. “There you are,” Jeonghan said, glancing briefly at Wonwoo before focusing on you. “Seungkwan’s looking for you. Something about a group photo.” “Right, of course,” you replied, standing up quickly. But before you left, you turned back to Wonwoo. “This isn’t over,” you said, pointing at him. Wonwoo chuckled, the sound low and surprisingly warm. “Looking forward to it.”

As you walked away with Jeonghan, you couldn’t help but feel a little unsettled. Wonwoo had always been an enigma—cold but oddly approachable when he wanted to be. And tonight? Tonight, he’d been... different. “Enjoying yourself?” Jeonghan asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp as they flicked toward you. “More than I expected,” you replied honestly. He hummed, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Good. Wouldn’t want you regretting showing up in that outfit.” “Is that supposed to be a compliment, Jeonghan?” you shot back, raising a brow. “Take it however you want,” he said smoothly, his smirk widening. As the night continued, you couldn’t shake the strange feeling brewing in your chest. Between Wonwoo’s teasing, Jeonghan’s cryptic comments, and the sheer chaos of the event, one thing was clear: this gaming circle was going to keep you on your toes. The buzz from the event hadn’t died down yet when the announcement came: an exclusive afterparty for Korea’s top streamers was being held at a high-end lounge in Gangnam. You almost declined the invitation—between the long day of fan interactions and the emotional whiplash from your conversations with Jeonghan and Wonwoo, you were drained. But the promise of networking opportunities (and free drinks) was too good to pass up. Plus, Seungkwan had practically begged you to come. The venue was sleek and modern, its dim lighting accentuated by neon highlights and a panoramic view of the city skyline. Inside, the air buzzed with excitement as streamers, sponsors, and a few VIP fans mingled over cocktails and canapés. You arrived fashionably late, your outfit now swapped for something more relaxed yet chic—a fitted black blazer, skinny jeans, and ankle boots, paired with a minimalist silver necklace that caught the light just right. “Finally!” Seungkwan exclaimed, waving you over from a corner booth. He was already halfway through a fruity-looking cocktail. Beside him sat Hoshi, gesturing animatedly about some game strategy while Mingyu shook his head in mock disbelief. “You look amazing, as usual,” Seungkwan said, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. “Thanks,” you replied with a small smile, sliding into the booth. “Is everyone here?” “Most of us,” Mingyu answered, glancing around the room. “Jeonghan’s over by the bar, of course.” You followed his gaze and spotted Jeonghan effortlessly charming a small group of sponsors. He looked impossibly polished, his tailored suit and perfectly styled hair making him stand out even among the crowd of well-dressed attendees. “And Wonwoo?” you asked, trying to sound casual. “Somewhere being all mysterious as usual,” Hoshi teased, wiggling his fingers dramatically. As if summoned, Wonwoo appeared a moment later, holding a whiskey neat. He looked unbothered as ever, his black hoodie replaced by a sharp button-up shirt and dark slacks. He caught your eye briefly and gave a small nod before heading to the pool table at the back of the lounge. “You’re popular tonight,” Seungkwan teased, nudging you. “Oh, shut up,” you muttered, taking a sip of the cocktail Hoshi slid your way.

The night wore on, and you found yourself bouncing between conversations. Seungkwan introduced you to some up-and-coming streamers, while Mingyu pulled you into a heated discussion about a recent game patch. All the while, you couldn’t help but notice Jeonghan and Wonwoo in your peripheral vision. Jeonghan, ever the social butterfly, was making rounds with the sponsors, but every now and then, you felt his gaze on you. It wasn’t intrusive, but it was enough to make you hyper-aware of his presence. Wonwoo, on the other hand, seemed content observing from the sidelines, occasionally chatting with his close circle. At one point, he caught your eye again, and this time, he raised his glass in a silent toast.

Later in the evening, Jeonghan finally approached you. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, his tone as smooth as the whiskey he held. “It’s... interesting,” you replied, glancing around. “Different from the usual gaming vibe.” He chuckled. “Well, it’s not every day streamers get treated like celebrities.” “Speak for yourself,” you shot back, smirking. He tilted his head, studying you for a moment. “You’ve been making quite the impression tonight. Even Wonwoo couldn’t keep his eyes off you earlier.” Your cheeks burned at his comment, but you masked it with a scoff. “Don’t start, Jeonghan.” “Relax,” he said, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “I’m just glad you came. These things can be overwhelming.” Before you could respond, Hoshi popped up beside you, grinning. “Group photo time!”

The group gathered near the panoramic window for the photo. You ended up sandwiched between Seungkwan and Wonwoo. As the camera clicked, you felt Wonwoo lean slightly closer, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Smile. You wouldn’t want your fans thinking you’re tired,” he teased. You turned your head to glare at him, only to find a faint smirk playing on his lips. “You’re insufferable,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “Glad you’re catching on,” he replied smoothly, straightening up just as the photographer signaled the end of the shoot.

The party continued into the early hours, but as the night wound down, you found yourself outside on the lounge’s balcony, enjoying the cool breeze and the glittering city lights. “You’re hard to keep track of tonight,” a familiar voice said, breaking the silence. You turned to find Wonwoo leaning against the railing beside you, his hands in his pockets. “Shouldn’t you be inside, brooding or something?” you teased, earning a quiet laugh from him. “I could say the same about you,” he countered. “Avoiding someone?” “Not at all,” you replied, crossing your arms. “Just needed a breather.” He nodded, his gaze shifting to the city below. After a moment, he added, “You’re good at this, you know.” “At what?” “Balancing both worlds. The office, the streams. Tonight.” You blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected compliment. “Thanks, I guess.” “Don’t let it go to your head,” he added, the teasing edge returning to his voice. And just like that, the moment passed, leaving you both standing there in comfortable silence, the city stretching out before you.

The night was unraveling faster than you had anticipated, and alcohol had become your uninvited best friend. You didn’t plan to get drunk—who ever really does?—but between Hoshi’s relentless toasts, Seungkwan’s loud encouragements, and the general festive atmosphere, the drinks kept coming. One glass turned into two, then three, and before you knew it, you were giggling at your own reflection in the polished surface of the lounge's counter. “Another!” you declared, raising your empty glass to a passing server. “Are you sure about that?” Seungcheol asked, raising a brow as he caught your hand mid-air. “Seungcheol, my dear leader,” you slurred, patting his arm with an exaggerated seriousness, “I am more than capable of handling my alcohol.” He exchanged a knowing glance with Woozi, who shook his head and muttered, “Yeah, no. This is not going to end well.” Meanwhile, Hoshi was in no state to help, singing—screaming, really—what sounded like a very off-key version of a karaoke classic, supported by a grinning Vernon. Mingyu had mysteriously vanished, probably off charming someone, leaving the rest of the group to deal with... well, you. --- Things took a turn when you decided it was a great idea to hop onto one of the lounge’s high tables and declare yourself the “ace of the gaming world.” “All hail Kitsunya!” you shouted, arms raised dramatically. The room erupted into laughter and cheers, though some people exchanged amused yet concerned looks. --Okay, that was cring and embarrassing, but your drunk-self cannot be stopped Seungcheol immediately sprang into action. “Okay, nope. That’s enough. Get down before you—” Too late. You lost your balance and toppled forward, only to be caught at the last second by Woozi, who let out an exasperated groan as he steadied you. “This is why I don’t drink,” Woozi muttered, shaking his head. “Why did we even let her?” “I can handle myself!” you protested, though your slurred words and swaying body said otherwise. “Sure you can,” Seungcheol deadpanned, trying to lead you toward a chair.

The night continued in a blur of ridiculous antics, from you trying to "arm wrestle" a very confused server to challenging Joshua to a dance-off—which you lost, miserably. Finally, the group reached a consensus: someone needed to take you home before you caused any more chaos. “I’ll take her,” Joshua offered, ever the composed and reliable one. “Are you sure?” Seungcheol asked, clearly skeptical. “She’s... a handful right now.” “I’ve got it,” Joshua said, already reaching for your coat. Before he could help you up, Jeonghan appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. He looked as calm and composed as ever, his sharp gaze taking in the situation. “Actually,” Jeonghan interjected, “I’ll take her.” Joshua frowned. “You don’t have to—” “I insist,” Jeonghan said, his tone leaving no room for argument. His eyes met yours, and he sighed softly. “She works for me. It’s my responsibility.” Joshua hesitated, but eventually relented, handing over your coat. “Alright. But call if you need anything.” Jeonghan nodded, draping your coat over your shoulders with practiced ease. “Come on,” he said softly, guiding you toward the exit.

The ride home was... interesting, to say the least. “Jeonghan,” you mumbled, your head resting against the car window as he drove. “You’re so... so pretty. Like, stupidly pretty. How is that even fair?” He glanced at you, amused. “Thank you, I guess?” “No, no,” you insisted, turning to face him, your words tumbling out in a drunken ramble. “You don’t get it. You’re like... one of those NPCs in games that are so pretty they distract you from the main quest.” Jeonghan laughed softly, shaking his head. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” You sighed dramatically, slumping back against the seat. “I’m so embarrassed. Why did I drink so much?” “You’ll regret it in the morning,” he said with a smirk. “But for now, just try to relax.”

When he finally got you home, Jeonghan helped you to your door, his hands firm yet steady around your waist, guiding your slightly unbalanced steps as you fumbled with your keys. His touch was grounding, even amidst the alcohol-induced haze that clouded your mind. “Thank you,” you muttered, your voice barely audible but laden with sincerity. “Just get some rest,” he replied, his tone unexpectedly gentle, his eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. As you opened the door and stepped inside, something tugged at you—a mixture of drunken boldness and lingering vulnerability. You turned to face him, your expression uncharacteristically open, raw in a way you never allowed yourself to be. “You won’t... tell anyone about tonight, will you?” His lips quirked upward in a small, knowing smile, one that somehow both reassured and unsettled you. “Your secret’s safe with me.” You hesitated, the alcohol blurring your sense of restraint. Words tumbled out before you could stop them. “Then... why don’t we just...” And then it happened. Without warning, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his in an impulsive, alcohol-fueled kiss. The contact was firm but still, your lips meeting his in an almost chaste but charged moment. You registered how soft and warm his lips were, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the dizzying hum in your head. Jeonghan, however, froze. The kiss caught him so off guard that for a split second, he didn’t react at all. His mind was a whirlwind—of shock, of the faint allure of how you smelled even beneath the alcohol, and of a nagging voice reminding him that this wasn’t right. And then he pulled back. His hands gripped your shoulders gently but firmly as he pushed you a step away from him. “What the hell are you doing?” His voice was low, steady, but with an edge of disbelief. The haze of the moment shattered, and you stared at him, wide-eyed, your heart pounding for reasons far beyond the alcohol in your veins. You tried to say something, anything, but the words caught in your throat. Jeonghan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You’re drunk,” he stated flatly, almost to himself. “You don’t even know what you’re doing right now.” The truth of his words stung. Of course, you were drunk—that’s the only explanation for why you’d done something so reckless, something so completely you. You blinked rapidly, your head spinning for more reasons than one. “Thanks again, Jeonghan,” you mumbled as you stumbled into your apartment, tripping over your own feet. Jeonghan didn’t move to help this time. He just stood there, watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite place—disapproval? Amusement? Maybe something else entirely. His gaze was a sobering force, and you felt a wave of heat creep up your face. Your pride, even in your drunken state, surged up like a shield. You straightened yourself awkwardly, brushing off invisible dust as if the act could somehow salvage what little dignity you had left. “Fuck... Fuck myself,” you muttered under your breath as you straightened and closed the door behind you. On the other side of the door, Jeonghan stood motionless for a moment, exhaling deeply as he ran a hand through his hair again. “What a night,” he murmured to himself, before turning and walking away. Inside, you leaned back against the door, sliding down to sit on the floor. Reality hit you like a freight train, and with it, came regret. Why the hell did I do that? Your hands covered your face as you groaned into your palms. Tomorrow was going to be a disaster. How were you supposed to face Jeonghan after this?

a/n: made this one a little longer just in case i dont post the update tommorow.

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ilovebuckers5 · 11 months ago

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✧.*Not Friends pt 4*.✧

paige bueckers x reader

summary : y/n thinks she's moved on but she's just going further

word count : 2.8k

themes:

angst

friendship fluff (if that exists)

warnings :

slight sexual content

cursing

A/N : i finally wrote a chapter that isn't 2.2k words guys r u proud of me. i was half asleep when writing like half of this and i tried to spell check as much as possible so PLEASE (cough cough my friends) don't bully if my grammar is shit again

"can i continue now?" nika was just slowly opening her eyes from the 1 hour nap she took on my shoulder. of course she had fallen asleep while i was ranting about abby. "mm what?" nika rubbed her eyes gently as she lifted herself up to lean against the headboard. i stood up slowly to grab my phone that was across nikas slightly messy room. the first thing i see when i open my phone is paige's contact (that i hadn't texted in four days) actively spamming me. my first reflex was to block her and that i did. i quickly set me phone back down before going back to nikas bed and searching for my hair tie.

i finished ranting to nika while she was still on the verge of falling asleep again and after we went out to get food before she went to the gym. "so you said you got her number?" nika said as we walked to her car. i nodded eagerly.

me and nika have been friends for what seemed like years but was only almost one year. between that time we clicked everytime we hung out. the more we got to know about eachother the closer we got. we would hold hands when we went out, we shared all the food we got. i go with her most of the times that she works out. i always play with her when she practices basketball on the public court and she always passes me a volleyball so that i don't have to practice alone in my own time. we may have not known eachother for very long but she's like a sister to me.

during the car ride to the mall, she started ranting about this guys she bumped into while walking to class. "he asked me if i could hook him up with YOU" nika said exasperatedly while pointed her finger at my face but still facing the road. i bursted out laughing, tapping my head against the leather glove box. "i swear every guy i see asks me to put y'all together i don't understand!" throughout me and nika's car ride i felt my phone buzzing and buzzing repeatedly in my lap. at this point i wanted to throw it out the window. everytime it buzzed or rang nika would ask if i was going to get it and everytime i chose to ignore it. i mean it couldn't be anyone that serious. the mall was only 15 minutes away from nikas apartment so it want long until we were inside and window shopping at american eagle. our arms were locked with eachothers while we walked around the large building.

both our eyes lit up when we noticed a weztel pretzel up ahead. "oh my god can we?" i hopped up and down like a toddler asking for candy. nika nodded and grabbed my hand tighter before running ahead to the weztel preztels, dragging me along. we laughed as i tried to catch up with her speed. after our food was ordered, we sat down at a marble bench that was infront of some fake plants. before starting any more conversation i pulled out my phone and took a couple photos for my instagram story. i quickly chose a filter and posted then turned back to nika. "nika do you think paige really wants something with me?" nika looked up from her own phone to regather what i just asked her. "what?" my facial expression faded to an annoyed look knowing that i had to repeat that now embarassing question. "do you think. that paige wants something serious with me?" i said again. nika's eyes widened and continued to stare at me blankly. it looked like the brunette just heard that her mom got killed. "uh....yes." my stomach dropped to my feet. not literally but i felt it. right then and there something in the air switched and it felt like everything was paused and silenced. was i really that dumb that i missed it?

nikas attention shifted to the floor, clearly avoiding my obvious signs of shock. i've met paige but i don't actually know her. i want to know her but something tells me that she's not ready. from what i've heard, she only gets with girls to fuck and then goes ghost and personally i would like to save myself that pain. paige is a good person, that's the only thing her teammates say about her is that she's a good person and if she rights the right girl to be with, that girl is lucky. it's hard for me to think that that girl is me. until i heard it from paige's own mouth i wouldn't believe it. i couldn't pull my eyes away from nikas temple that was faced towards me. "nika. what do you mean?" i said with concern laced through my words. i waited until nika looked back up at me to give her a questioning look. "she talks about you. every time we text. god, it gets annoying sometimes." nika flailed her hands in the air before placing them on her face. "she really likes you y/n. like a lot." my brain couldn't even comprehend the words that were leaving nikas mouth. it all felt unreal as if i was in a dream. nikas hand hovered mine before placing itself down against my fingers. she gave me a shove as she stood up to grab our preztels. "give her a chance." i held out my hand as nika gave me my pretzel and started taking bites out of hers.

after hanging out for a little while longer i started hearing more and more information about paige. first of all, she actually meant it when she said she loves me. second of all, nika has been in on getting us together since i came to UConn. And third of all, the first thing paige wanted when she saw me was to get in my pants but apparently after hearing how much nika talks about me, she sees me as someone she seriously wants to be with. my heart skipped a beat when nika filled me in on that last part. since tomorrow was game day we decided to head home before it got too dark so that we had time to do homework. while we were in the car i couldn't stop myself from asking more about paige. i mean it's not like nika has anything to hide anymore. "ok on a daily basis, how much does she talk about me?" every question i asked was followed by an annoyed groan from nika.

once we got back to the girls' house everyone was already there and relaxed. when we walked through the door the first thing i saw was paiges sweater shirt lying on the back of a chair. the more my eyes wandered around the quicker i found paige's eyes locking with mine. she was sitting on the couch with her leg on top of azzi's and her face was glued to her phone until she looked up at me. a short rush fell down my back as her eyes flashed to my lips and back to her phone. please let that be the only time we look at eachother tonight. "me and ice stopped by the store before we came home and picked up some snacks. i put your guys' favorites in the pantry" aaliyah said with a gentle smile before walking to her room. as i went to turn around and get nikas attention i saw that she was already engaging in a conversation with caroline. i looked down at the floor and walked to aubrey's room, who i noticed wasnt in the kitchen or the living room. i gently knocked on her door. "come in!" i opened the door and shut it gently behind me. "heyyyy" aubrey turned around from her computer to look at me. i gave her a soft wave in response. without saying anything i threw myself on her bed, shoving my face in a pillow.

"why are you so upset?" aubrey said, now completely focused on me. i brought my face up from the pillow to reveal my reddened features. i sat myself up on the edge of aubrey's bed and started kicking my feet back and forth. "ok this may sound shitty of me but i can't decide between these two girls an-" i almost started rambling before aubrey gave me a menacing look and interrupted me. "paige and what was her name....abby right?" my entire face went into immediate shock. no way this had gotten around that quickly. i quite literally felt like i was in highschool at this very moment. getting multiple crushes at a time. drama getting around. my god was it annoying. my head fell into the palms of my hands and i rubbed my eyes trying not to cry. at this point my feet had stopped kicking and there i was again wanting to scream into that pillow. instead of exhausting myself i decided to get out as fast as possible.

i rushed through the room and back out to the living area. i gently pushed by a couple of the girls who tried to grab my attention. the only thing i was able to do once i got outside was just let everything out. tears streamed down my face making my cheeks redder than they already were. the sun had started to set by now and i figured some people might be going out tonight. before anymore of my breakdown could happen, i pulled out my phone and texted abby's number asking if she could pick me up. i knew that she would probably leave me on read or something but in the back of my mind i really really needed her to respond. the second my phone buzzed and it was abby's name with a blank contact asking for my address i couldn't help but squeal. i quickly sent her the address and rushed back inside to change into a black tank top and shorts with a loose jacket over it. i slipped on my socks and a pair of old black converse before brushing my hair through and throwing on mascara. finally after only spending five minutes getting ready, i grabbed my lipgloss and bag as i rushed back out the door. "i'm going out i'll be back!" i yell out to the girls without giving them a chance to respond. the moment i get outside i see a black chevrolet malibu parked on the street infront of me. my eyes peer through the window which was slightly tinted to see abby's auburn hair. i didn't waste anytime getting in her car. the front seat was empty so i assumed that i was able to get sit there. once i had actually gotten in abby immediately waved to me with that same smile on her lips like when we first saw eachother.

"why on earth did you text me to pick you up? someone break up with you or something?" abby said laughing while driving down the road. i didn't even know where we were going but i was just praying that it was a club. "uh just. having a moment you know. i needed a way out, kind of" abby kept a soft grin on her face the entire ride. i'm pretty sure she caught onto the fact that i wanted to get wasted so when she started pulling up to a parking lot in the middle of know where i felt pretty excited. abby parked her car and practically dragged me out and into an alleyway. the both of us were laughing the entire time we made our way to the entry of whatever this place was called. i had my ID in my hand ready to show to the bouncer. the second we stepped into the club there were lights flashing in my eyes and people bumping up against my back while dancing. abby had a strong grip on my hand and led me through the crowd to a booth where im guessing her friends were sitting at. "y/n this is arron, layla, kyrie, and obviously jess" i gave a small wave to everyone and a large smile to jessica. "i'll leave you guys here so you can get to know each other while i get drinks." before i got the chance to tell abby what drink i would want she rushed off to the bar, leaving me with three complete strangers and one half stranger.

abby got back pretty quickly and came with her hands full of drinks. she handed me what looked like a dirty sherley and for the first time, i didn't think of paige. i took a couple sips of my drink as i laid back into the leather of the seat. my eyes wandered around the room and then up to the ceilings. i watched as the lights changed colors against the plain wallpaper. i immediately fell out of whatever i was thinking of when i felt a hand rubbing on my thigh. i looked over to see arron smirking at himself without looking at me. the second his hand tried moving higher up my shorts i gripped onto his hand and tossed it off of me. i cleared my throat before standing up and looking towards abby. "hey abby? dance with me?" i held my hand out for her to hold onto. she took my hand and stood up leaving her drink behind. "drinks on me!" abby yelled out as we made our way to the main dance floor.

i began to sway my hips to the music which happened to be the intro to swim by chase atlantic. my fingers were interlocked with abby's while we both began dancing. the more i began to move my hips the closer i felt abbys hands lurk to my ass. i found a rhythm to dance to and started to grind against abbys waist. her hands were wrapping around my torso getting dangerously close to my tits. the music started to speed up, forcing me to speed up my own pace. this was the moment where i only wanted to kiss someone. abby's began grinding her hips against mine at the same rhythm and before i took things further, i went over to the counter to grab a quick round of shots. no words were exchanged but i saw in abby's eyes that she wanted to go further. i handed her own shot to her and we took ours at the same time. the redhead handed her empty glass to me and i set both of ours on the counter before reaching out for her hips. we were facing eachother now when her hands began to move up my sides, reaching around my boobs. the music only led us down a deeper road. soon enough i found my hand around the back of her neck tugging her into my lips. she maneuvered her tongue in between my lips and started to twist and turn my own tongue around hers. our bodies were pressed together as we proceeded to make out in the middle of probably the biggest crowd i've seen since the last UConn basketball game.

i never imagined this happening when i first met abby but joe that it was happening i couldn't seem to stop. slow moans escaped my mouth that abby began to swallow. finally after dancing for another 20 minutes, abby held me close and whispered in my ear "can you come back to my place tonight?" i nodded without hesitation and wrapped my hands around her hips as we made our way off the dance floor. we passed the booth to say goodbye to everyone then abby payed for the drinks. as soon as we were in her car it was hard to not get in the back seat and continue what we started in the building. abby's hand was resting on my thigh the entire drive to her apartment. the moment we got through the front door i found myself pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around her waist, lips melting together. she slowly moved her hands down to my shorts to unbutton them. i unwrapped my legs enough to kick my shorts off along with my panties. her hands roamed around my stomach before she took my thighs into her hands again to carry me into her bedroom. she shut the door behind her before placing me down on the bed. she sat me down on the edge of the bed and began to spread my thighs apart, placing kisses on my inner thigh. "abby please...." i pleaded as she kept on teasing at my entrance. just as she was about to touch my cunt with her lips she stopped and looked up. that's when i realized that in these past 10 minutes i hadn't looked at abby the entire time since we left the club.

"who?"

#paige bueckers #basketball #lesbian #girlblogger #nika muhl #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #wbb #wcbb #wlw post #wlw #smut #friendship #not friends

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stars-n-spice · 9 months ago

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Thoughts on s3 ep 13!

fucking hell ya'll,, we're almost at the end of this and I simply can't believe it and don't want to believe it simply because I don't want it to end and I don't see how the fuck they're going to tie up all the loose ends in just the next two episodes.

This time around I recorded my reactions to it and it was a lot of yelling and making really weird noises,, but uh, y'know the drill!

Incoherent screaming (this time for real) and spoilers under the cut!

Click here for the audio recording of my initial reaction

WAAAAAH I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE OMEGA IN PRISON UNIFORMS AGAIN!!!

i forgot they had that baby up in there,, omg

FUCKIN' WAAGHHh why didn't omega try to like access that hatch thing at night?? wouldn't that have been less risky??

this episode stressed me the fuck out,, I have a headache rn holy fuck

EMERIE I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE DO SOMETHING

wait how the fuck are they going to get that baby through the chute thingy??

Eva is so precious :( I love her so much

Omega has been in there for like probably a day or something and is already making plans to escape, I love her so much

"That's okay, I like a challenge" AAAAA WRECKER WOULD BE SO PROUD!!

Question: why the fuck do they keep taking samples if they know her blood is compatible??

PHEE COME BACK D:

I better see more of Phee somewhere, anywhere, please, I love her so much your honor

ALSDKF;A I FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT RAMPART LMAOOO

Echo!!!! FUCKING HELL!!!! ECHO <3!!!!!

I missed Echo so much,, this episode really just showed that they couldn't have him in it because he would've gotten things done like five episodes ago because he's just that good

Them keeping Rampart is so funny to me idk

He was such a throw away character to me in the other seasons so I this is so hilarious to me, what a silly, pathetic man I need to see him get chewed up by a space animal or something idk

after all this time it was strange to see Crosshair in the background of things but he was still shoving Rampart around and I loved it

I SWEAR TO GO IF I SEE. Y'ALL THIRSTING FOR RAMPART!!! THAT MAN BOMBED KAMINO Y'ALL BEST REMEMBER WHO THE REAL ENEMY IS!!!

Rampart is basically Walmart Kallus

I swear to god, Hunter is getting shorter

Also looks like Crosshair is filling out :( He's finally getting to eat now :((

THEIR ARMOR ALL BLACKENED OUT??? WHAT A LOOK!!

Crosshair's helmet ESPECIALLY, it looks super cool

RAHHHHHH THAT SUPER LONG SHOT OF HUNTER LOOKING AT HIS BLACKENED OUT HELMET AGGUUGGHHHHH

Felt like I was watching an episode of Rebels due to how they were infiltrating the place

How the FUCK did nobody like,, notice?? insane. imperials are so fucking stupid I love that so much.

"Oh I don't think so" FUCKING AAAAA WOW THAT WAS HOT ECHO I LOVE YOU

WHEN WRECKER WAS JUST CHILLING ON HIS PHONE???? STOP. I'M ALREADY IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN!!!! FUCKING RAAGHHHHH

"Where is your captain?" - "Uh, captaining?" WRECKER MI VIDA!!!!

I've said it 100 times and I'll keep fucking saying it,, everything Wrecker does in this season is pure just,, everything he does is amazing, I love him so much, even in the background, him simply breathing?? Iconic. He better stay breathing.

WHEN HE WAS WEARING THE HAT OF THE GUY HE KNOCKED OUT?!?!? MARRY ME.

I know Rampart is stressed out of his mind LMAO bro is getting out of this with gray hair

"It's the only chance we have of finding Omega and freeing those clone prisoners" WHHHATTTTT HUNTER FINALLY THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN OMEGA??? NO FUCKING WAY!!!

THE WAY CROSSHAIR WENT "he can't go alone" AFTER ECHO VOLUNTEERED TO SNEAK ABOARD THE SCIENCE VESSEL AAAAHHH i'm going to be sick,,

Crosshair and Echo dynamic my beloved

ECHO SLAY

OH MY BELOVED ARC TROOPER!!!!!!

last stretch of the episode had me so fucking stressed

i'm not ready for the next ones

"Negative" and all the Hunter girlies fell to their fucking knees

that was HOT

and stressful as FUCK

losing my mind

Music was insane, omg loved it

WAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ALMOST THE END

AND FUCKING NOT A SIGN OF TECH???? WHAT THE FUCK

THAT'S NOT FAIR THAT THIS SHOW GETS ONLY 3 SEASONS AND FOR MOST OF IT CROSSHAIR, ECHO, AND TECH ARE BARELY IN IT!!! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT TECH IS ABSENT THE WHOLE FUCKING THIRD SEASON ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?????

makes me fucking sick

they need to give us a whole ass season of all of them together being happy on Pabu I swear to god

this episode made me fucking sick ugh

everything sucks man oh my god

#cannot believe this is the third to last episode #i refuse to believe it #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb omega #emerie karr #edmon rampart #max's musings

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kedamo-nogetoffthetable · 26 days ago

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A collection of poems I've posted on Sky: CoTL through shared messages over the months

I beg y'all, if you recognize any of these PLEASE tell me that you've seen them

"Somedays it feels like you ripped my heart out instead. -S." Placed in the Wasteland Battlefield, near the Lookout spirit

"You put your greed above the safety of your people. You let it fester and rot you from within. Why must my siblings and I - mere children - fix your mistakes?" Can't remember. Very old poem, I think it was in Home or Forest.

"How much longer must I have to wait to feel your warmth again? -S." I believe was in the first Wasteland area, right after the social space.

"There was a day I looked up to you with wonder, and in return you inspired me. That day is far in the past. Now I fear you for the monsters you truly are." ....forest???

"When I looked into your eyes, so dark and full of hatred, I knew I had lost you. -S." Hey Shin. I love you, i love writing about OC x CC but why did I have to post so many grief poems that I don't remember where i placed them, wtf.

"I've loved you since the night we fell. How could I go on without you now, when I need you most? -S." DAMMIT SHIN.

"You used to hold me so softly. I knew i was safe when your arms were around me. Now as you tear me open, piece by piece, I wonder where those gentle hands went. -s." I swear to god you better have been in the wasteland temple you painful poem

"I've been finding it hard to sleep at night. My work has been used against me and those it was meant to help. I feel as though I'm to blame. Can anything I do really make up for what I let happen? -A." Placed directly infront of the Prairie Temple

As of late, I've felt rather useless. A soldier who cannot fight? What is there when I cannot even carry out my duty? I have a family bacm home, waiting for me. But I can feel my strength ebb away each day that passes in this tent. I hope I'm remembered." Wasteland Battlefield

"I am barely old enough to tie my own sandals, yet they seek my counsel. Every day, it's endless questions. How could I know better? I am but a child! They have ruled their realms far longer than I've been alive. Why can't the adults fix their own problems. -A." Isle of Dawn, just behind the spawn point

"I wish you would put yourself first. I have always admired your bravery, but it scares me to know I might lose my only family because you think you have to shoulder the blame. -t." Orbit, a few steps behind the valley twins

"A cavern that reeks of suffering and regret, home to a deadbeat who can't break the cycle of pain and relapse... I think I'd fit in just fine here." Slouching Soldier's funky ass giant bottle

"Let's suffer together, Soldier. We can sit in the inescapable dread of silence, recounting how everything went wrong. We'll wallow in our thoughts, convincing our withering bodies that we can't fix anything. Lets be alone together." Placed in the comments of the poem above.

"My memories sing of warm, golden sands. They do not recall this cold, green desert. What has become of our home?" Golden Wasteland, right before the temple w/ first krill

"Eden was the heart of our civilization, and the Vault was our mind. They are both broken beyond repair. What does that say about us? We built this kingdom, and in the same breath we destroyed it." Vault box area. Really wish I said 'with the same hands' not breath

"The touch of your hands is seared into my flesh. Every scar on my body is testament to the pain I was subjected to in your rage. I trace each mark and weep, mourning the person you once were. -s" SHIINNNNN.... I think all of their grief was in wasteland.

"I miss when we could dance in the rain without a care in the world. -s." Forest Brook, Underneath the bridge

"The stars are especially bright tonight. Are you watching me, Mother? -....." Valley of Triumph Hot Spring

^ there was another poem similar to this, in the same spot.

"I remember playing in the rain as a child. Now these memories bringg me pain, with the knowledge that my children will never experience that."

"I wish the skies were still full of light creatures. Every day I am forced to bear hearing the mantas, crying from their cages... The Elders must be cruel and heartless to do this without guilt." Valley of Triumph Hot Spring

note:

"Sweet child of the lilac dawn. I can't help but wonder of your pain. How had you felt, when your mother held you for the last time? When you could no longer recognize the child in the mirror? As your kingdom lay dying, did you blame yourself, too?" Home, right infront of Eden.

Most if not all of these are intended to be letters from OCs, canon Elders (including Resh/Alef), or ambiguous/unnamed ancestors and sky kids.

Close to nothing on here was a vent or my personal feelings. I feel like I have to put this note because a LOT of people would comment on my poems hoping for me to get better.

On my letter from Ayin, I got a comment telling me to praise god and he'll save me, and a multitude of "i hope you feel better :("

Thank you, but seriously??? 😭

And some poems may be paraphrased. A lot of these were written in a notebook, and had to be shortened when I posted them in Sky.

Will have poems added in the future, I think.

#sky cotl #sky children of the light #shared messages #poems #sky cotl poems

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ying-doodles · 9 months ago

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... I swear to fcking god if I wake up and it's a tie again I will lose my mind SOMEBODY PLEASE-

this is literally y'all rn!! 😭😭😭

#pick a piece #also who chose see results other than me? i made that option just so /i/ could see how the votes were going-

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wowstrawberrycow · 19 days ago

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tagged by @elvenhymntoelbereth

Last song: Dream a Little Dream cover by Pink Martini. Original song is by Doris Day. I love Pink Martini and Doris Day 💗💖

Favorite color: it's a tie between rainbows, glitter, and pink. I'm a barbie. What do you expect me to say🤣

Last book: I'm rereading Lotr The Two Towers for a drabble request! I take my requests very seriously💝 Mainly the chapter regarding the battle of helm's deep. That's my request.

Last movie: I would say Barbie in the nutcracker, that i watched with @elvenhymntoelbereth . Buttt, that's not true. Because, I watched Labyrinth yesterday. Gods fuckin bless you David Bowie😍

Last TV show: I'd say The Ring's of Power. I did finish that recently. 😂😂😂 But, I watched an episode of Sofia the First sometime after that! 🤣🤣🤣 Don't judge me. I'm a very complicated individual and my media taste is whiplash. Sue me!

Sweet/savory/spicy: SWEET!!! but also savory. I often like mixing savory and sweet flavors together. My tummy does reject sugar overload though. So I'm not that bad about sugar.

Relationship: I am in a relationship with my partner @cerberussys. We are both poly sooo. I'm over here like um...Ummm... Y'all wanna talk to me?? I'm a Lesbian 😉

Last thing I googled: Dear gods don't judge me 😬 I'm writing a drabble for a request by @valar-did-me-wrong and @gauntletgirlie. It's a hurt/comfort drabble involving Adar X Gil-galad. I'm shooting for one where Adar faces racism. Buttt, in order to do that I have to research violent racist crimes. It's for quality content purposes I swear!!!

Current obsession: Gay Middle Earth ships. Elrond X Thranduil, Elrond X Adar, Adar X Celebrimbor (they are subby/subby), Legolas X Gimli. Please send help. Actually, feed the fire. Hit me up if you wanna RP.

Looking forward to: I'm honestly not sure??? Maybe starting work again? I'm really tired of being broke all the time.

Wanna play???? @gauntletgirlie , @bugstuff4ever, @gentlefauna , @silvereyesofelivostis , @valar-did-me-wrong , @nt-yrs , @firelightinferno , @greenleaf4stuff , @scholarlyhobbit

tagged by @dicetardly

Last song: Säga mig by Linnea Henriksson because @woodlandrealm made me listen to it and now it's living in my head rent free

Favorite color: id say purple atm, but i don't have only one favorite

Last book: The thirst by Jo Nesbø (im not entirely done reading it yet tho)

Last movie: Barbie in the nutcracker, that i watched with @wowstrawberrycow because this is what adults do

Last TV show: ive been rewatching Castlevania lately

Sweet/savory/spicy: savory or spicy are my favorite things

Relationship: i have the most wonderful boyfriend ever and im the happiest<3

Last thing I googled: "how to write smut" don't judge me im tRYING lmao

Current obsession: gale dekarios, he makes me feral and i want to bark fkljkjrez

Looking forward to: a good night of sleep, im begging at this point

I tag @tisseflamme (just to be annoying), @woodlandrealm (also just to be annoying but ill understand if you don't want to do it because you hate me and all, it's ok i guess :( ), @windforkthewriter and @wowstrawberrycow (my barbie friend)

no pressure of course, love yall<3

#tag game

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lebenspurpur · 3 years ago

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slashers with a very innocent, tooth-rotting sweet s/o?

An innocent, sweet S/O:

AN: I do realize that that has been sitting in my asks forever and I apologize greatly.

Warnings: Swearing, mentioned NSFW but in an SFW context??, it's a slasher post y'all... you know what I mean?, not proofread

Wordcount: 1933 words

the boots-... and the hair-

Michael Myers

Michael used to hate people like you. Naive little bastards, believing that everyone has a good side. Bullshit. Michael doesn't have a good side, he thought that was clear.

The first time he saw you, he wanted to ruin you, ruin that horrible sweetness inside of you. It made him sick, seeing you smile at people, greet them with your tender words, hugs, and touches.

But then, when you spotted him in front of your house, his tall, ominous figure looming over yours, you smiled at him. And you invited him in. How naive.

Michael didn't get himself to kill you, this was the first nice act someone directed at him in ages.

You gave him food, you stitched him up when he got hurt, you let him sleep in your house for god's sake. Michael was astonished, to say the least.

Nowadays, every thought of killing you has vanished, he can't even think about it without shaking his head. You're his and he has to protect you from whatever danger there is.

That doesn't mean he likes your naive, sweet way, hell, nothing pisses him off more than that. Don't you know behavior like this could get you killed?

However, be sweet towards him and he'll glare, trying so desperately to hide how much he loves it. He loves the way you make him feel. And he hates that he loves it.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent isn't used to sweetness. Neither his parents nor Bo could be considered sweet people.

You're a welcome change in Vincent's life, the color to his monochrome canvas if you know what I mean.

Your sweet and innocent personality makes him feel dominant and protective. He wants to shield your character from this harsh world, protect it so it doesn't falter.

He loves the praise and compliments that come with your character, even if they make him flustered.

His heart swells every time he sees that sweet smile of yours, and it breaks every time Bo destroys it. He'd literally do anything to see it again.

He kind of views you as a cure from his pretty depressing lifestyle, and he'll really do anything to keep that "cure" happy and healthy.

Bo Sinclair

Congrats, Bo always used to hate sweet people.

Optimism and "nice" personalities are a plague in Bo's mind.

You are his only exception even if you tend to frustrate him sometimes.

Somehow, the sweet personality you have makes him feel more loved than something else.

Basically, Bo being with you makes him realize that love is more than sex and teasing.

Before you, he didn't even believe someone could ever love him. But here you are, chirping a sweet "Welcome home, darling." when he comes home, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

He feels like a high school flirt when you're around. Bad boy Bo and his sweet, naive Y/N. *Visibly shaking his head*

Vincent sometimes teases him about it. You can't even really call it teasing. He just spots his twin and you laying on the couch while you press little kisses on his cheeks, calling him cheesy pet names and he can't control the cheeky grin. Bo literally nearly explodes with annoyance whenever it happens.

Lester Sinclair

Your personality fits perfectly with his. He's kind of sweet too, helpful, and that matches well with your character.

You two are like high school sweethearts, gazing at each other with love in your eyes. Bo hates it.

Lester does his hardest to treat you the best he can. Cute little dates to which he even wears suits? Yeah, he'll do that for you.

He also loves getting pampered by you. Imagine the typical scene where you fix his tie for him? Lester just fucking melts. He can not deal with how sweet that is.

I have this feeling that your whole aesthetic would fit the "40s relationship that's filled with compliments, little acts of kindness and soft kisses". This might not make any sense but kind of like this aesthetic:

Just cute little things, ya know?

Baby Firefly

Baby is sweet too, just in her very own way.

Her sweetness is more... wild and free whereas you're more calm and tender. But honestly, it fits very well.

The two of you are so adorable together, walking around holding hands, probably sharing candy or something.

The Firefly's all, except Grandpa and Otis, really like you. They're convinced you match perfectly with their little girl.

Baby's favorite things to do with you are sky-gazing or just other cute little things. Doing each other's makeup is always a very exciting occasion for her.

While Baby doesn't necessarily seem like it, she's very protective. It shows whenever there's actual danger approaching. Her cheerful attitude drops really fast when she notices possible dangerous behavior towards you.

She just really, really likes you, man. Don't break her heart, please.

Otis Driftwood

Let's be honest here, Otis only got close to you because he thought you were easy to manipulate.

Sweet people are weak people in his mind.

He didn't mean to actually fall in love with you. Fuck, how did that even happen?

Otis literally hates how he feels about you.

So, therefore, it takes him a long time to confess, or even digest it.

He acts like he hates the way you act towards him, but to be honest, by the time you two start dating, every single hateful feeling has left him.

It's like the typical "gruff-angry-asshole-falls-for-sweet-adorable-reader" story.

Otis is very protective. He would be if you weren't sweet too, but since you are, it's going through the roof.

Billy Loomis

Billy thinks you'd match well with the "personality" he made for himself. The "mask" he wears all the time.. if you know what I mean.

The man behind the mask, though? Uh, he doesn't think so.

You're too good for him, too innocent, too... sweet.

Once you two are a thing, he's very worried he'll accidentally destroy that sweetness that he's grown to love. After all, his real personality is very different from the acted one.

He loves the pet names. He won't show it though.

You remind him of his mom.

He likes to tease you every now and then, make fun of your sweet character in a way. Billy doesn't want to be mean, it's just how he is.

Stu Macher

Stu loves it but in a kind of sadistic way.

He likes to tease too, making you flustered, and then laugh about your reddened cheeks.

He likes to think that he's the bad boy to your sweet character. I don't think people see him as a typical bad boy but oh well, he tries.

It's kind of a contest of who can out-sweet the other. You usually win because Stu is busy admiring you with lovey-dovey eyes.

You're very grounding to him. If he's feeling too hype, or too restless, you're there to help him back down to earth.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms would find it adorable if he wasn't so god damn horny all the time.

If he's not trying to get in your pants, he enjoys it, your sweet and kind nature. You're perfect nanny material, and that's all Brahms ever wanted.

Especially pet names and sweet little affectionate touches. Brahms could literally melt whenever you softly pat his head or massage his shoulders.

So many roleplay ideas.

Make sure to not give in to everything he's begging you for. The wall child needs some serious supervision.

He likes the aesthetic of you being his adorable spouse, though you often remind him that he, being the dirty manchild he is, wouldn't fit into that picture. He always pouts. It works well to make him take a bath though.

Josef

Josef is astonished at your sweetness. How can you manage to be intelligent, know how shit life is, and still be like this?

Call him any pet name and he fucking melts. He is literally blushing, looking down, and scratching his beard. If you tease him about it, he turns even redder.

Random acts of affection? Hell yeah. Josef's heart grows with every kiss you press on his cheek, every lingering touch you place on his shoulders.

He is very gentle with you, scared that his lifestyle might ruin you in some way. You're like a fairy, a myth, he doesn't want that to be destroyed.

Your innocent, sweet personality and his confused, mature one fit very well. He prides himself on the fact that you're his, and all your sweet acts are directed towards him as well.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas fucking adores it.

You're so sweet, so kind, so different from the people he's met thus far. You're just what he needed.

Thomas is the type of man to cry when he thinks about how much he doesn't deserve you. Which is bullshit. But he does it anyway.

Pet names, slowly easing into a relationship, incredibly sweet and innocent moments shared between the two of you, Thomas lives for it.

Luda is very proud of you too. She thinks you and her son fit together like a lock and a key.

Also very protective. Your innocent character only intensifies that.

What can I say, sweet and innocent is perfect for Tommy.

Amanda Young

Amanda loathes you at first.

Your kind of people were the ones she hated most. Those were the ones that looked at her with pity in their eyes, happy to not be in her situation.

She doesn't know how she managed to fall for you, or how she still manages to enjoy it.

It hits her sometimes, when you bring her something to eat, pressing a kiss on her temple, and Amanda smiles at you adoringly. How did this happen?

She's grown to find your personality very grounding and calming. With a lifestyle as dangerous and stressful as hers, every bit of sweetness and innocence is needed. Amanda just took a while to figure that out.

She'll show emotion way quicker now. Your character just makes her feel safe. Crying in from of you somehow doesn't feel revolting.

Physical touch from you is her favorite hobby.

Jason Vorhees

Oh, Jason absolutely adores it.

You're literally, and I'm not kidding, the perfect partner for him.

To start a relationship with Jason, you have to start slow and your sweet, endearing nature is perfect for that.

Jason is so easy to fluster. He blushes even if you just smile at him.

He really does love your smile.

He makes you little gifts. A bunch of wildflowers, something he carved out of wood, a dreamcatcher he made himself. Anything, really. It's his way of thanking you for being with him, caring for him.

He just knows his mom would have loved you. And that makes him even happier.

Asa Emory

Asa switches between wanting to destroy you and adoring that sweet nature of yours.

In a way, your character is nice, grounding, and comforting. However, there's a part inside of Asa that just wants to torture that sweetness out of you.

He'll get over it, hopefully.

He just needs to learn how to be tender, and sweet, he hasn't done that in a while. He totally can, if you actually mean anything to him.

He likes the pet names even if he insists he doesn't.

The domestic life wasn't something he thought he'd enjoy until you came long. With you by his side, he actually enjoys being home.

Very protective as well. Asa is capable of a lot of things, and whoever hurt you will experience every single one of them.

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I understand if this isn’t something your interested in but if you are and would write it that would be awesome!! Could you do a curvy fem wheeler reader x Eddie Munson one? The reader is Mike and Nancy’s older sister that left for college as soon as she was accepted. She’s a lot like Mike, she’s into dnd, the same type of music, nerdy comics and doesn’t fit in their little cookie cutter family. She’s got that hippie vintage vibe going on and actually left to go to art school. Most people forget they have an older sister because she’s just so much different than Nancy and their parents but to Mike she hangs the moon and is the coolest person ever. She’s the one person he can call for any kind of advice and is constantly telling the hellfire guys how cool she is. Well when she comes home for break and the boys need a sub they waste no time asking her, I mean she did teach them everything they know. Mike is so excited she’s playing and can’t wait to tell Eddie. Of course Eddie is excited to meet the older wheeler kid that is “Oh so amazing”. Let’s just say she’s everything he expected and then some, from her ripped up mom jeans to her tie dyed crop top, the long wild curly hair, tattoos and a nose piercing she’s nothing like her sister. He thinks he’s died and went to heaven.

(I know it’s a bit lengthy but I love the idea of Mike having a older sibling he looks up too and is into the same things he is, I feel like he doesn’t really have someone older to look up too like the other kids do.)

Eddie Munson x Wheeler!reader

Warnings: reader is a female, swearing, Mike looks up to reader, flirting (kinda), reader calls eddie pretty as a teasing way

Summary: Request above

Looking for a sub for Eddie's DnD was harder than Dustin and Mike thought, they had asked everyone they knew. No one wanted to hang out with the freaks of Hawkins. Especally, Eddie "the freak" Munson. They continued to ask but still no luck. They called it quites and went home.

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You were laying on your stomach in your bed, flipping through one of Mike's comics that you knew he was going to threaten to kill you for taking. As the eldest Wheeler sibling, you took all of the disappointment from Mom and Dad, which left Mike and Nancy looking like angels.

You twirled your curled hair around your finger as you flipped another page. Your eyes scanned the words when a slam from the front door came. You weren't expecting your parents back until late tonight and school didn't end for a bit longer.

"Oh my God I hate this so much!" A young boy's voice yelled.

You smiled to yourself before hollering, "Maybe don't slam the front door."

You hear Mike gasp and hollered out a few "Hellos". You could not stop laughing at him. You hadn't seen him since you left for art school. You wanted to have an art studio by the age of twenty. You graduated at seventeen and left before you turned 18.

You rushed down the stairs, quietly, and grabbed Mike by the back of his neck. He let out a scream and tried to tackle you to the ground.

"Chill kiddo," You laugh.

"Y/n," He breathed before looking to make sure that you were really there.

"How's my little brat been?" You open your arms.

Normally, Mike didn't give many hugs unless they were for Eleven but still. He missed you. He was a lot closer to you than Nancy. You both felt that you didn't fit into the perfect family.

"Wha-When did you get back? Why are you here? I mean I-I am happy that you're here but like, why?" Mike scrambled out.

"Chill out dude, I came back to set up a studio."

"But about moving to New York?"

"Mike, my family is here. I missed playing DnD with you and the boys. I missed y'all."

He hugged you again.

"So, I have a campaign to go to tonight and we need a sub for Lucas," Mike started, "And I was wondering if you would want to fill in."

"Mike, I would be honored." You place a hand on your heart and smile.

Mike goes to phone the boys to tell them that he had a sub.

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"Eddie, I am telling you, she is the best DnD player that I have ever seen. She is better than all of us put together," Mike said.

"I'm sure it's not that hard to be better than you," Eddie scoffed.

"He isn't lying, she is a badass." Dustin chipped in.

The boys nodded in agreement.

"She better be better than what you say she is, Wheeler."

Eddie didn't believe that anyone could be better than him. Mike was smug at the challenge that Eddie had given him. He knew that not only were you very good, but you also knew how to win.

"Oh I promise words don't do her justice."

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Pulling up to the school, you step out of the car. Your tie die crop top was raised a bit from you stretching, your jeans hugged your hips very well. Your boots thudded against the ground before you walked inside the building.

Making your way to the DnD room, you could hear the guys yelling. You opened the door and the noise was louder.

"I'm sorry but this room is off limits to others during our game," A man with long curls yelled from his "throne".

"Y/n!" The boys yelled.

You nodded to them.

"Well, well, if it isn't the famous Wheeler sister?" The man said.

"Listen here, dude, I ain't got time for this so if you don't mind I would like to get to the game." You smirk at his faulter.

"Fiesty, Wheeler."

"Get to it," You smile.

You move to sit down but the man grabs your wrist gently.

"What level are you?"

"Level tweleve warlock," You smirk at the jaw clench he gives.

"What's wrong pretty? A girl can't be higher than you," You tease.

"Whatever, my name is Eddie."

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The game starts but Eddie is not playing like he normally does. The boys notice that his attention is on your exposed cleavage and tattoos. He notices the nose piercing and the bird tattoo on your shoulder.

Eddie sends you down a dark cave and you clear out the enemies. Eddie is amazed and angry. He worked hard on this game. Normally, he goes home victory but now you were winning at every turn.

"Y/n what is your move?" Eddie asks.

"Go for the roll of eight," Mike shouts.

"Yeah, go with the eight." Dustin and the boys yell.

You roll and land an eight. The guys jump out of their seats and shout. The room is full of yells of victory. They finally beat their Dungon Master.

"Yes, Y/n you are the best," Mike yelled before giving you a hug.

You wrap your arms around him and cry out in victory. Eddie looks surprised.

"What's wrong Pretty?''

A jaw clench.

"Oh come on Pretty, try a little bit harder next time."

He steps closer to you, almost touching you.

He breathes, " You don't know how hard I can go."

"Maybe I want to," You whisper into the shell of his ear.

Eddie smirks.

"How are you so good at DnD?"

"Well, Pretty, I taught Mike and the boys everything they know."

"Well you didn't teach them very good," He laughs.

"I said I taught them everything they know, not everything I know."

You offer rides to the boys and wink at Eddie when you close the door.

"Jesus," Eddie whispers into the air.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x wheeler!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fluff

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khuzena · 3 years ago

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Where his loyalty lies

Chamber x fem!reader

Tw: angst, hurt/comfort, dilemma, near death experience, a lot of swearing

Summary: chamber had a mysterious client who offered him a big stash of money and connections in exchange of taking your life, his loyalty to the client or you. He doesn't know who to choose but he knows where his loyalty lies.

Miss me? I know its been almost 2 weeks before i posted good shit and im glad some of y'all still like it, anyways i hope you guys enjoy it

The soft rays of the sun from the window kissed every crevice in the room, where you and chamber laid in bed, adoring each other as his fingers caressed your cheek.

Chamber would always show his affection to you in grandiose ways, whether it's greeting you with a delicious breakfast at your bedside or a first class ticket to whichever country you liked.

Though simple times like these were loved either way; sadly, he had to go meet with his 'client' since they offered him something he cannot turn down.

You turn to look at him as he fixes his tie infront of the mirror, "So, why'd you have to get up early? You know your client can wait."

He pushed up his glasses, "No dear, I was called immediately by them. They promised a big payment so why let them wait?"

The sweet aroma of brewed coffee and its warmth on your fingertips makes you wonder for a while, chamber must've brought this coffee from a business trip, not that you bother him in his personal work. You also pondered about how this mysterious client always pays him so much for ahem eliminating many of their targets though they've never revealed themselves.

In a few minutes he touches up his appearance then waved you goodbye at the doorstep, though before he left you shouted a loud, "Stay safe okay?!"

"I will, je t'aime mon chou." Chamber answered back and drove off to wherever.

The home was filled with silence once again, it's too early in the morning— it was 7:54 am and you doubt that you and chamber's twins would be awake at this hour. So you decide to just make your way into the living room and prepare breakfast while listening to your favorite music as you wait for chamber to come home early if he could.

Though for chamber, he's arrived at some high class restaurant and made his way into the location. It was a very desolate restaurant though luxurious enough for his taste, his eyes wandered every corner and he was met by a masked man with a small briefcase on his side.

Chamber cleared his throat and sat down right infront of the man, "So, what's your deal?"

"Oh nothing, just some weapon designs I would love to buy from you and also—" the man clicked open his briefcase and shown him a small document of people he needed to eliminate.

"deux diamants et une améthyste" the man chuckled as chamber's eyes widened at the document.

Both his children and you were to be killed.

His heart was pounding loudly through his ears and bloodshot eyes glaring at the man without even blinking, though he kept his calm and tried to get more information out of the man. "Ah mon ami you must be mistaken, you do know that I don't take children as my targets of my dirty work" he nervously laughed off but his hands were trembling because one, someone found out about his family and two, the audacity of such man to make someone turn against their own family.

Although the man's face was not shown, he could feel the menacing glare of the man from the mask as he lightly tapped the documents, "If I'm not mistaken, these are high priority targets of many, am I right?"

Chamber was starting to see red and he was so god damn close to pull this bitch by his collar and strangle him right here and now, this was his fear; his entire family being found out by his enemies and being targeted by many even though you three had nothing to do with the shit he does.

Oh shit oh shit.

The masked man noticed the anger radiating from the man infront of him though he internally chuckles, so this son of a bitch does have a weakness.

"I decline your shitty offer and no matter how much shit you give me don't you fucking dare touch them." Chamber said coldly as he turns his back on the man and took his briefcase with him but before he even stepped out the masked man quickly stopped him.

"But everything you want in life will be funded by me and my entire organization, you could get everything and anything you want and you'll get a shit ton of connections too" the masked man laughed and even mocked him with the sound of your voice. As much as chamber loved you, everything he wanted would be granted. It was all he ever wanted in life, to rule the world. Maybe he could kill you and ask sage to revive you?- 'No, no fucking way think straight chamber god damn it.' he thought as he was paralyzed on the spot.

"I said, I fucking decline."

"Well fine, just kill your useless god damn wife instead, you know you can always get another one-" before he finished his sentence chamber smacked his face and proceeded to pull the man by his collar, "Don't you dare fucking touch any of them or you will not see the light of day ever fucking again. Do you hear me?" Blood staining his gloves while he stared down on the man, nose all bloody and mask destroyed from just one swing but it was like the man felt no pain.

"You know I can always hire another bitch to get to them" Chamber just swung his fist to the man's face over and over and over again before he was left unconscious on the ground, he knew not to mess with the man with a thousand connections all over the world but he'd rather fuck up everything than lose you.

He left the building and lit it on fire, the agonizing screeches of the once masked man and the people inside who were affiliated with him.

This time, he drove back home while going over the speed limit, his ears ringing from anxiety as his mind starts imagining about you and his kid's dead bodies lying lifelessly on a pool of blood or maybe even worse. His mind played tricks on him but he felt pathetic, he was hesitating and even thinking about killing his family for some wealth he'd already accumulated.

He ran into the gates of your home and rushed inside and didn't even take off his shoes. He was met at the sight of you on gun point from another man who looked oddly familiar to the man he just killed.

You were on the ground begging for mercy, your eyes blindfolded and from a small hole you could see the glimpse of chamber right infront of you.

You lost consciousness and it felt like you were dead. Fortunately you've awoken from your slumber and was met at the sight of chamber on his knees and sobbing at your side, pleading you to just wake up and not die right infront of him and another group of cries behind you— here we go again.

"Uh... Vincent.. you good?" You muttered out in hopes of calming them down but they cried harder and your daughter started jumping on your stomach and asking you if you're okay.

"Ohh mon dieu you're alive!" He cried and started going on about that stupid offer contract shit his client gave him and how he only put your life in danger.

You just stared at him with a loving look and kissed his forehead, you decided to just say nothing else.

The silence was loud minus the occasional screeching of children outside the your hospital room but he was glad you were still alive in his arms and nothing bad happened to you and the kids.

I promised to myself to come out with another banger fic post but all I posted is a flop ffs, thank you for reading it all and not getting bored, if there's any mistakes I apologize since English isn't my first language and I dont proofread ffs. (Here's a little secret, you can send me a request even though it's closed and I'll do it as long as it's a chamber angst request 😈)

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the-illiterate-pirate · 3 years ago

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hi, im actually so sorry if this comes off as rude (i 100% don't mean it like that!!) but i asked a couple days ago for toru doctor play headcanons and i wanted to make sure this ask wasn't killed by tumblr 😭 it is 100% okay if you didn't have time to get it done or just didn't have motivation and i wanted to make sure it got sent .. once again thanks a lot for all the fanfics you make (i like them very much !!) and once again i hope this isn't too much of a bother !

Oh my god hihi I'm so angry at tumblr because it DID EAT YOUR REQUEST AND THIS IS JUST SO GOOD please don't apologize you're too sweet

Yes of course I'll write some for you 🥺💞 it means so much that you enjoy my work ty ty 😭

Doctor play with Tooru ♡ (nsfw ofc)

-He sooo totally owns a coat for just this occasion. Something about the power imbalance of wearing it fully clothed while you have nothing at all gets him going

-Sometimes gets too into the role-playing aspect of it and needs a gentle reminder that your underneath him naked for sexy purposes and not for an actual health check-up

-Cold play? Whatever it's called? Yes please, always wears disposable gloves and uses cold body oil. Likes the feel of it.

-Can and has stolen utensils from the hospital to use on you. There's some taboo feeling about mixing work with affairs behind doors to it that he loves

-I can't for the life of me write dirty talk. But you know it, you love it, he says it. Tooru uses some of the raunchiest medical puns

-Uses his fingers and toys to prepare you for his size to make sure you're not uncomfortable. He'll praise you for how well you take him and how wet you're getting. As a personal HC I don't see him being too big in the size compartment, but he's got some length to make up for it, but it's not enough to really pain you

-Might tie you up if you get too frisky. Says it's so he can examine you better or something lol

"Say 'Ahh'~" As he sticks his thumb in your mouth

-Has the hottest moans I swear

-I think at some point deeper into the relationship y'all would try sneaking in to the hospital to try all of this out for that extra kick

-Low key wishes he had an examining table at home for you to lay on

-Tooru is someone who'll push your body to the absolute limit, but it just makes the aftercare all the more sweeter

-It's only fair he uses the best lotions to massage into your spent body, kissing you all up and making sure you're alright with lots of praise ♡

-Gives you water and vitamins and will even draw a bath if you want one (but tbh he'd rather cuddle)

9.5/10 would do it again

#jjba x reader #tooru jojo #tooru x reader #steamy #jojolion #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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Have it Your Way

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Request: yooo you should totally do a nsfw bigby wolf x f! reader 👀 Mr. Wolf going apeshit bc of work stress is lit

Pairing: Bigby Wolf x Female!Reader

Warnings: A lil bit of tension, then pure smut with (fluffy?) after care: Rough oral (m! receiving) and unprotected vaginal sex + fingering & Bigby going beast mode, so a lot of biting and scratching~

Summary: The sheriff is more than grateful to find you in his office after a rough day at work.

Word Count: 3.521

Author's Note: I got a little carried away while writing this sjsnsjdnjss I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it 😅

Enjoy!

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a fast approaching figure to where you were standing. You raise your head to see it's Bigby and he looks- well, pissed.

"Finally," You sigh as his steps slow down when he sees you. His knuckles are bruised and bottom lip cut, not to mention the bandages wrapped around his forearms and elbows. His frown dissolves just a little bit when you show your concern to him: "What the hell happened?"

"Woody happened," He growls and walks into the office before you can reach for his hands to take a closer look at his wounds. You follow him inside quietly and close the door. "What are you doing here, anyway? It's late."

He's right, it's around midnight and it was a little uncharacteristic of you to show up this late and at his office, instead of his apartment.

What you and Bigby have... it doesn't really have a proper name. Two people enjoying each other's company is a light term, fuckbuddies is a little vulgar for the both of you. There's sex, a healthy amount of it, but not too much romance. No romance at all, in fact. You weren't dating or anything, friends with benefits would be the closest term. People probably guessed you two had something going on, but it lacks certain emotions and behaviours to confirm their thoughts.

And you're okay with it. He's a bit of a wreck, truth be told - being this town's sheriff takes its toll on him, but by the gods he's one attractive man. Your relationship with him fit his aesthetic well, too. Surprisingly you hadn't caught feelings for him yet, but seeing him all beaten and tired like a puppy made your heart ache. You felt a strange responsibility of taking care of him, not like a wife and certainly not like a mother... but the instinct was there.

"I've been trying to reach you the whole day," You say calmly, not wanting to get on his bad side. "I got a little worried."

"I was out," He lights a cigarette and turns around to face you, leaning against the desk with crossed arms. "Nothing I can't handle... the usual stuff."

"You okay, though?" You take a step forward and take his chin in your hand gently, studying the cut on his bottom lip. "Come back to my place, I'll take care of this, hm?" You say, indicating his wounds. "If you want, of course."

His frown is still present and he senses that you're afraid: Afraid of pissing him off more and tries to calm himself for your sake, to no avail. He's confused about your sudden closeness - not physically, but because of your offer. You? Want to take care of him? We didn't agree to catch feelings, he thinks and his nose scrunches up with curiosity, trying to understand what was going on.

"Why? Are you a nurse and not telling me?" He takes a drag from the cigarette, but his tone comes off more annoyed than teasing and he notices the shift in your tone when you reply.

"Christ Bigby," You roll your eyes and turn around to leave. "If you want to be alone, just say so."

Before you can reach the door handle, he grabs your wrist to stop you, turns you around and places his hands on your waist. Your annoyance dissipates the moment his eyes lock with yours: "I didn't say I wanted to be alone..." He pulls you closer while pushing you against the door, then places a ghostly kiss on your jaw: "I need you."

"Here-?" You try to ask but when he lightly bites on that soft spot he knows so well on your neck, you interrupt yourself with a quiet gasp.

"Here..." He growls, suddenly gets impatient and kisses you deeply. His tongue is quick to find yours and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, which he takes it as his cue to grab your thighs and lift you up. Another gasp mixed with a soft moan leaves your lips when your core brushes against his erection - you'd worn a slip dress before going down to his office, so his hands easily sneak under it to push it up until your upper thighs reveal themselves to him. He was too busy giving all his attention to your lips that he was caught a little off guard when his growing erection met with your clothed pussy.

You're a little overwhelmed by how he's trying to hold back, because he's angry and clearly wants to blow off some steam, but doesn't want to hurt you in the process - it excites you and you want him to be rough, actually, so you bite his bottom lip when he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of where your thighs meet your ass. He pulls back suddenly and for a terrifying moment you think you bit the cut part- you didn't mean to hurt him, but luckily he doesn't seem hurt but rather bewildered.

He holds your gaze for a torturous few seconds and you just squirm against him impatiently: He hears your heart rate pick up and it's because you're excited, so he asks: "You want it rough, sweetheart?" You nod in fast motions, expression somewhere between desperate and aching and it makes him harder, if that was even possible. "You sure? I won't be gentle-"

"Just fuck me, Bigby," You whine, to his surprise. "You're angry: Go ahead, take it all out on me."

You feel his growing nails dig into your skin, then he kisses you once more, rougher than any kiss you shared with him.

There's a moment when you're spontaneously turned on by one another: The thought of him fucking you until you forgot your name made you literally anxious (in a good way) and to see you this hungry for him drove the sheriff absolutely crazy, which made him rougher and it made you... It's like a vicious cycle.

Your hands are trembling as you devour each other against the door, a desperate need to fuck overcomes the both of you. It's as if, the seven deadly sins were demons and Lust had possessed the both of you. Bigby groans and bites your neck and for a moment you swear his fangs had grown sharper - it startles you and makes you moan.

"Lock the door," Bigby growls into the crook of your neck and drops you after you nod in his arms. You hear him clear his desk at the speed of light as you turn to lock the door, but before you can turn back around, he grabs your hips and places kisses along your shoulders. The heat radiating from your body makes him go, quite literally, feral.

"Up," He murmurs after he turns you around harshly and you don't waste a second to jump into his arms. He carries you to his desk with three steps and places you on the empty spot like a trophy. He admires you for a brief moment, admires how ruined you looked and grins to himself: It was all because of him.

You snap him back to reality when you grab his black tie and pull him towards you, placing him between your legs and kissing him. It's a lot more messy this time, all teeth and tongue as he tries to pull his erection out of his pants.

Just then, there's a knock on the door: "Bigby?"

Fuck.

"Bigby, are you alright?"

It's Snow White. The both of you go incredibly still and Bigby feels himself get soft at the sound of her voice.

"I'm busy, Snow!" He growls, angrier than before.

"Is everything okay? I heard a-"

"I'm on a call, can we talk later?" He speaks loudly and you bite your lip at how unfortunate you two are and to calm your breathing down.

"Okay, sorry," She sounds a little offended, but you could care less, because Bigby leans back and away from you after she returns to her office.

"Charming," You take a deep breath then stand up. Bigby looks a little embarrassed and you feel a little awkward, but immediately come up with a solution. Instead of speaking, you pull him back towards you, slowly, by his belt until your back hits the edge of the desk. He gives you a quizzical look, but you just smirk: "We're not done yet."

You keep eye contact when you drop onto your knees not a moment later, and he almost chokes at the sight. He lets you pull his cock out of his pants as he puts his hands on the desk to lean on for support. Your touch (and the view alone) is enough to make him go harder by the second and his knees buckle when you pump him a couple of times. If it were up to you, you wouldn't rush it and take proper care of him, make him sing for you- coax it out of him rather than rush him, but the sheriff was impatient at the moment- and so were you.

A broken moan leaves his lips when you place a kiss on the tip of his cock and take him in your mouth right after. You see him struggling to stand still and his eyes close as you start to bob your head in a steady rhythm, taking more of him with each move forward. You moan around him at how big he felt inside your mouth- not that it was a new feeling or anything, but his cock was a delight anywhere inside you; especially when he hits the back of your throat, just like he did now.

An animalistic growl escapes him, a bit louder than he likes, when he sees just how much of his length you took in your mouth and his hands find themselves in your hair. You grab the sides of his thighs and tap them, signalling him to start moving and let him fuck your mouth. You hear him groan at the feeling, which makes you moan and dip a hand into your underwear to touch yourself. His pace is rough and fast, but the doesn't go too deep for a while and enjoys the feeling without literally choking you.

"Fuck," He grunts out when he hits the back of your throat again and sees his cock completely disappear into your mouth. When you gag, he pulls out to let you breathe, a thin line of saliva connects the tip of his rock hard cock and your parted lips. There are tears at the corners of your eyes, but by god it's so worth it. You retreat your hand from your underwear and smirk at him at the best of your ability while breathing heavily.

"Up," Bigby growls and picks you up from on your knees and sits you on the edge of the desk again. He places himself between your legs, removes your underwear to the side and impatiently (but carefully) inserts a finger inside you.

A trembling gasp falls from your lips as you watch a second finger join the other not long after. You want to tell him that you didn't need him to stretch your walls, so you try: "Bigby, please, I need your-"

"Trust me, sweetheart," But he interrupts, looks into your eyes and stops his movements. "You're gonna need this."

You swear his eyes glow yellow for a moment, but before you can look deeper you throw your head back when you feel a third finger inside you: "F-Fuck!"

"Shh," Bigby smirks and kisses your neck. "You want Snow to hear what we're up to?"

Maybe, you think, but the word gets mashed up and leaves your lips as a shallow moan instead when he does come hither motions with his fingers. You tense around him and the sweet smell of your juices drives him absolutely mad.

That's when he had to pull out, because his claws are out, his fangs and yellow eyes are glowing and you whine at the contact loss. He lines himself by your entrance and whispers against your burning cheeks: "You let me know if anything hurts, okay?"

You quickly shake your head and unintentionally hold your breath, but immediately let it go as soon as he pushes into you.

He's big. Bigger.

"Fuck," You choke out and bite his shoulder through his shirt. He goes still for a moment and allows you to adjust to... a new experience.

"Shit..." He growls and immediately gets rid of his shirt. A round of teeth marks appear on his skin, he looks at it and smirks as you try desperately to not come and make it last a while. Your hands instinctively reach for his hairy chest and connect behind his back. He holds you close by your hips and pushes a little further: "You're so tight, sweetheart..."

You can only moan in his hear, the stretch bringing new forms of pleasure and pain to you, making you dizzy. Suddenly, you move yourself forward and sit yourself on the edge of his desk and completely take in his cock, letting out a cry.

"We should've gone to your place," Bigby breathes and chuckles darkly, then proceeds to fuck you.

You want to reply, but (you guessed it) you can't; you rest your head on his shoulder, ready to bite down in case you got too loud. With your hands and legs wrapped around his back, you let yourself relax in his grip and let him reach deeper into you. You could technically let yourself go completely and he'd still hold you upright, thanks to his hard grip on your shoulder and waist.

Your moans become more frequent and high pitched and his pace is a little out of rhythm, but he's absolutely ruining you.

"Oh Bigby," You whimper, letting him know that you're about to cum.

He's lost, completely, between your moans, heat and trembling legs. Neither of you realise his claws beginning to break through the skin a little, but when he does he immediately switches the place of his hands to the backs of your shoulders. He partly lays you down on the desk and bends himself over as he drives into you, the new angle making him let out a gruttal growl and you lose it. You have to bite on his shoulder again to keep you from crying out as you come undone- A sound so divine and loud (although muffled), it drives Bigby over the edge as well, making him bite you in the neck in return.

Your legs tremble as he empties his seed in you, his cock reaching the deepest parts of your insides and giving you the pleasure of your life.

"H-ah, fuck," You breathe out when he pulls back both from your neck and inside you. He immediately checks for marks and you can see a guilt ridden expression spreading across his face as he calms down.

"You... I'm sorry-"

"Bigby," You interrupt him with a snarky smile, matching with your (literally) fucked state. "I asked for it and you gave it to me. No need for apologies." He still can't help but worry and run his thumb gently across the bite mark on yout neck: "It'll heal by next day."

"Good thing we're fables, huh?" He sighs and you nod as you readjust your underwear and dress, then get off the table with shaky legs which almost makes you fall, but Bigby catches you gently.

"Let's take this back to my place now, hm?" You chuckle against his neck and place a small kiss there.

Reassured, he picks you up bridal style and offers you a small grin: "Agreed."

A second round hadn't crossed your mind while you were going up to your apartment.

He gently sat you down on your bed and asked you if you needed anything. You decided to take a look at his wounds from earlier today, so you sat there and studied the bruises on his knuckles and lips, while his seed continued to make a mess of your panties.

"You wanna stay over, or...?" You offered as he came out of the bathroom and, after taking his clothes of, joined you in bed.

"Let's get rid of this, hm?" He said and helped you out of your dress. It wasn't an intimate moment, per se, but you couldn't help but feel shy when he took your dress off- he hadn't even spared a look anywhere other than your face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, noticing you shying away, still keeping his eyes on yours.

"Nothing," You smiled softly when you realised this and let him help you with your panties.

When he took them off, however, he couldn't help but look down at the mix of cum leaking from your pussy; it made his breath hitch and you bite your lip. He gave you a look- the look...

... and that's how you ended up face down on the bed with Bigby right above you, pounding into your pussy. Your knees were holding your lower half up, while your arms were under your pillow and your face was resting, or rather, buried in it. Bigby's claws made their presence known around your hips and waist, then one hand reaches into the back of your neck and firmly holds it, pressing you down more. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, moaning at the pleasure- pure pleasue. The sounds in your room are just a mess of skin slapping against skin, the occasional creaking of the bed and your constant moaning mixed with his.

He's close and so are you, you've had your relationship going on for long enough to understand when he's going to cum and vice versa, his pace becomes faster than you thought possible and you clench down on him. He sneaks his arm under your chest and pulls you up against him, on all fours. You're holding yourself up by the underside of your forearm and hand, while one of his hands grabs at your breast and squeezes it as he lets out yet another growl.

"Ah- Bigby," You breathe out and hold onto his arm across your chest. He inhales your scent deeply and with sounds close to brief shouts, he finally comes, once more, inside you. He sees the stars when he does and it triggers your second orgasm.

An earth shattering experience to say the least.

You both collapse to the left in a spooning position, breathing hard. He gently pulls out of you while holding you close: "Fuck..."

"Indeed," You chuckle, mind hazy with the aftershock and eyes closed, calmly resting in his embrace. Once he manages to recollect himself, which is a few long minutes later, he immediately starts searching your body for the marks he left. "Bigby, I told you it's fine-"

He simply ignores you and continues feeling guilty as he stares at them: "I... I'm really-"

"If you say I'm sorry one more time, I'll kick your ass," You smirk, looking at him with lazy eyes. You're too content -satisfied and utterly fucked- to move, the heat making it easier for you to fall asleep: "Sheriff or not."

He smiles at you fondly and kisses your shoulder- he seems more at ease: "Okay... Let me clean you up, then."

You hum, agreeing and letting him slip off the bed. Nothing seems to be significantly important to you at that moment. Perhaps tomorrow, things will go back to being difficult, but at that moment, it was just you and Bigby.

He comes back with a warm, wet towel and proceeds to clean your inner thighs. The sight made him feel a couple of things at once: A type of warmth, not caused solely by lust but the type that painted his cheeks red with... fondness? Sincerity? Something much more?

He didn't want to think or talk about it, even though the former was a bit impossible as he was cleaning and admiring your ruined state with an unintentional sprinkle of guilt. He then starts cleaning the small amount of blood that drew and you let him, not without adding: "If you feel that bad, you can make it up to me by coming here..."

He watches you pat the empty spot he was lying on moments ago and he complies, drops the towel on your nightstand after he's finished cleaning you and crawls under the sheets.

You slowly turn around and place your half asleep form on his broad chest, spreading an arm across it and lay your head on where his arm and body meet, dozing off as soon as you felt one of his arms around your waist and the other on your hand.

Sleep quickly catches up with Bigby too and his eyelids slowly start to close, his nose against your hair and an extreme comfort surrounding him because of your presence; right before he closes his eyes, his own thoughts echo in his mind: We didn't agree to catch feelings...

Oh, no.

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